Fu Daozi saw the people up and down Yuelun Mountain from the other side of the cloud. He pressed the sword light two miles away, landed on the ground, and strode towards him. He was an elegant swordsman and Taoist, with swishy navy blue robe sleeves waving.
Fanning, there is a rectangular red sandalwood sword box on the back, and a red jade sword on the waist. Although he is indifferent, when he walks, Gu Pan is also particularly charming.
Lu Zhengkang only wore a simple linen robe. He stood upright. His long hair was tied up with a strip of cloth at his waist. It was swaying in the wind. He looked calm and bright.
The two looked at each other from a distance. At that time, three hundred steps away, they were like beans. The closer they got, the narrower and longer the mountains and seas between them were. Fu Daozi walked slower and slower, his strong and sharp
The magic power of the Golden Element has flowed all over the body along the Qi veins extending from the Golden Pill. The rapid sword sound is constantly coming from the sword box behind him, and it is getting louder with every step, until the human ear can no longer distinguish it and can only see it.
The qi machine rolling behind him was like a rising sun of sword energy.
If Lu Zhengkang remained indifferent to such strong Qi pressure, he would fall into complete passivity. Fu Daozi could unleash his strongest attack at any time, and the initiative in the battle would fall into his hands.
Lu Zhengkang was just very calm, and only used his magic power to protect himself from the opponent's rushing sword energy. The reason why he didn't make a big show of it was because he didn't want to expose his magic skills, lest the situation force the two of them to fight to the death.
"Fellow Taoist, I'm a guest from afar. I don't know what I'm asking for." Lu Zhengkang gently clasped his fists and bowed in a very polite manner.
Fu Daozi was silent for a while, slightly suppressing the tumbling magic power, letting go of the hilt of the sword he was holding on his waist, pinching the Ziwu Jue in his hand, and also bowing and bowing, "The chief of Qinglian Sword Sect's Vernal Equinox Mountain, Fu Daozi."
"I have long admired you. I am Lu Zhengkang. The deer in the deer cart is so upright and upright, and the people of Wufu are so prosperous." Lu Zhengkang put his hands behind his back and smiled, as if he had seen the warmth of an old friend.
Fu Daozi stared at him. The sword cultivator's gaze was like a real sword light, which made the eyes of those who looked at him sting. "I came here to find Master Bodhi. I heard about her relationship with Qing
Ning Zi came to the Yuelun Mountain area to provide disaster relief, but he hasn’t returned yet, why?”
Lu Zhengkang turned sideways and made an inviting gesture, "Master Jingbodhi is resting in his humble residence. If fellow Taoists want to see him, we can go and pay him a visit together."
Fu Daozi gathered his energy, and the trembling of the sword box behind his back stopped, "That's fine, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
The two of them walked side by side towards the village.
Lu Zhengkang took the initiative to introduce: "At the beginning of the year, a lake in the main peak of Yuelun Mountain burst its banks due to the earthquake. Flash floods broke out and destroyed the village houses. Tens of thousands of people in the area were displaced overnight. Thousands of people died at that time, and countless victims were injured.
Trapped in the mud and floods, there is no way to escape. If Master Jingbodhi and fellow Taoist Qingningzi hadn't arrived in time, we don't know how many people would have died."
Fu Daozi nodded, "This is what a Taoist should do. It is also a meritorious deed to bring benefits to the people and eliminate disasters. He who helps the world can be helped by Tao."
The two chatted freely and walked slowly on the rough streets of Crescent Town. There were many pedestrians here, including women returning from washing clothes early in the morning, farmers carrying hoes and plows walking towards the farmland in the suburbs, and officials passing by.
Children were jumping for joy, and women with fair hair and crotch leaning on sticks were walking. Everyone looked cheerful and energetic, and no one looked sad or miserable.
Those who are familiar with Lu Zhengkang will bow and salute when they see Lu Zhengkang, and Lu Zhengkang responds politely without any arrogance.
After chatting with Fu Daozi for a while, Lu Zhengkang said with a smile: "Taoist Master, it seems that he is a young man with cultivation, realm and knowledge. Today I asked someone to prepare a simple meal for everyone to drink tea and talk about spiritual practice.
How do you feel about it?" His tone became light and casual, as if he really regarded Fu Daozi as an immortal friend from afar.
Fu Daozi did not dare to agree rashly. He just changed the subject and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are too polite. In fact, I have a question to ask."
"But it doesn't matter."
"I wonder if you have talked to my junior sister Qing Ningzi?" Fu Daozi stopped.
Lu Zhengkang turned to look at him, "Of course, Taoist Priest Qing Ningzi was elegant and kind-hearted, and I still remember her freshly. I wonder if she is well recently?"
The expression on Fu Daozi's face seemed to be printed on it, without any change, but his right hand had quietly touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, "Of course it's good."
Lu Zhengkang was quite pleased, "That's enough. Fellow Taoist, this is the house where Master Jingbodhi lives. You wait here for a moment, I'll open the door."
Fu Daozi looked at this rogue cultivator with a strange identity. The various strange things he saw along the way in Yang Kingdom seemed to finally have a clue here, and this person was related to the ultimate purpose of his trip. Fu Daozi was not just rushing to fight.
Come, but when he saw this man from a distance, he felt cold all over, and his back felt a dull pain as if a small ice knife was cutting him. His magic weapon Spirit Sword actively issued a warning, and his energy couldn't help but rise. It seemed that there was a peerless person in front of him.
The enemy is generally.
But this man is gentle and polite, and his body is full of merit and virtue. How can we attack him rashly?
Fu Daozi was in a dilemma. He stared at Lu Zhengkang's back, and the palm of his right hand holding the sword couldn't help but feel itchy.
Lu Zhengkang opened the courtyard door and greeted: "Master Jingbodhi! A guest is here!"
A Buddha's call came from the newly built wooden house: "Amitabha, laymen, please come in. Please come in. The poor nuns have prepared fragrant tea. Don't let the guests wait outside anxiously."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and turned around, "Brother Fu Daozi, please."
"That's a lot of trouble."
The two pushed the door open and entered. In the brightly lit room with the windows wide open, Jingbodhi had indeed prepared fragrant tea, placed a tea sea on the couch, and spread two reed mats for the guests.
Jing Bodhi was sitting. When she saw Lu Zhengkang and others coming in, she just pointed to sit down. The tea stove beside her started to boil, and she started to make tea.
Lu Zhengkang and Fu Daozi sat down on their knees side by side. It was a sunny and clear day. The light was diffuse, and the fine white dust in the room was floating like hundreds of insects flying in the catkins. The sunlight hit the sea of tea with a layer of light gold, which was pure Bodhi.
Wash the tea cups, take fair cups, and serve tea to the two guests.
After taking the tea cup, the cool tea water poured over the sun, like a cup of sapphire. Lu Zhengkang smelled the aroma first. The monks have delicate senses and can better appreciate the aroma of tea. He took a small sip and put down the tea cup.
The atmosphere calmed down, and Lu Zhengkang acted as the middle man and introduced each other, "This is the chief disciple of Qinglian Sword Sect's Spring Equinox Mountain, Immortal Master Fu Daozi. This is the master of Chengxin Temple in Fuhu Mountain, Master Jingbodhi."
Fu Daozi said politely: "Good tea."
Jing Bodhi just shook his head and said, "Village rough tea, fellow Taoist, you're too polite."
Fu Daozi put down the tea cup and bowed to Jing Bodhi, "I have a question, Master, can you answer it?"
"Everything can be said."
Fu Daozi asked softly: "I heard that the master came to Yuelun Mountain with Qing Ningzi of our sect this time. I wonder if she encountered any difficulties?"
