Chapter 617 The wooden platform in Dayan Mountain!
Break the thief in my heart!
Separated by a window, the master and the disciple had different expressions, one was sad, the other was in tears.
"What is a thief and not a thief?!"
However, Liu Jing felt panic-stricken and couldn't help but shout loudly. He opened and closed his fingers to grab the back of Wang Mu's neck.
call!
Dark iron chains trapped his limbs, and hundreds of forged steel nails penetrated the pipa. Wang Muzhi's energy and blood at this time had almost dropped to the level of an ordinary person.
Facing the leader of the Eight Tigers of the two factories, Liu Jing's brazen attack left no room for resistance.
However, he just glanced at him indifferently, and the latter's flailing fingers froze, and he stood frozen in place.
In a daze, I felt a bright light in front of my eyes, as if a scorching sun was rising from the east, blooming with unimaginable aura and momentum.
When he came out of his trance, he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. Looking again, he saw that Wang Muzhi had entered the prison at some point.
The master and the apprentice, who had not seen each other for decades, sat opposite each other, treating themselves as if they were nothing...
"Master Xu..."
The ceremony was very respectful, just like when Wang Mu was in elementary school, he reported his lessons to his teacher:
"After I left you, for the first six years, my disciples studied Confucianism intensively, for the middle six years, I sought Buddhahood, and for the last six years, I stayed at Taoist temples at night.
For the last twenty years or so, I have been sitting quietly in Wanxiang Mountain, learning from you, and spreading your essence and principles. Gradually, I felt something in my heart..."
Xu Wenji listened quietly, feeling relieved, nostalgic, and more complicated, but still.
"Actually, it's not a great principle. Many predecessors have also mentioned that it's just that the disciple's income should be clearer and more suitable for him..."
Wang Muzhi's eyes were very bright, and he didn't even mind that Liu Jing was outside, and said calmly:
"In the human world of life, there are many kinds of troubles. If you want to obtain the pure fruit, you must first get rid of the thieves in your heart."
"A thief at heart."
Xu Wenji finally spoke:
"Is there still a thief in my heart?"
"Following the king and practicing the law is the biggest 'thief' in your heart!"
Wang Muzhi blurted out and felt that he had made a mistake again, but unexpectedly, the old man in front of him did not get angry, but just let out a long sigh:
"It's better for one person and one family to be the king. Every family is the king... It has always been like this for three thousand years. Unauthorized and unknown..."
"This has always been the case, and it may not be right."
Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly:
"The world, after all, belongs to the people of the world. If one king is stupid and hundreds of millions of people die for him, this is wrong, Master Xu!
Jue people practice the Dao, and the subordinates and superiors return their blinded 'eyes' to them. This is the greatest understanding that the disciples have gained over the years..."
"Educate without distinction, enlighten the people and practice the Way..."
Xu Wenji was silent for a long time and then said:
"So, you have chosen Yang Yu, who is proud of his superiors and pitiful of his subordinates. He has the desire to revolutionize the world, but he is not obsessed with power..."
"Master Xu knows me."
Wang Muzhi smiles:
"You know, junior brother..."
"But how do you know that when hegemony is expected in the future, Yang Yu will not change his mind?"
"Do your best, that's all."
Wang Muzhi looked back at the rolling sea of clouds:
"As you said, if Yang Yu in the future follows the path of the ancient and modern emperors, he will be much better than today. I don't know how much..."
The master and the apprentice were talking as if no one else was watching.
Liu Jing's patience was almost at its limit. Hearing the rebellious master and apprentice, he almost attacked them, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and left.
Because he noticed His Majesty's thunderous wrath in the Dao Palace.
Wang Muzhi closed his mouth at the right time, raised his hand to catch a ray of light, and after feeling it slightly, sighed:
"Sirius, we have invaded."
"In troubled times, people mourn..."
Xu Wenji's expression was gloomy. He was sad but powerless. He was just an old rotten scholar...
"call!"
Wang Muzhi let out a long breath, closed his eyes and fell into concentration, and cleared out the last ray of distracting thoughts:
"I'm still too slow, too slow..."
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There are nine paths in the world, including ten thousand dragons, and there are ten paths in total. Only the Linlong path has two kings.
After the battle of Liuji Mountain, Zhang Xuanba was granted the title of "King of Zhao" for his military achievements, and he added the title of "Xifu" to himself. He retired to Lin'an Prefecture and did not compete with his eldest brother for the Linlong throne.
And his elder brother, Ren Linlong, did not live in Daocheng either, but moved to the palace of Lin'an, and the relationship between brothers and sisters became a good story.
Linlong Dao is different from any other path in the world.
This was the first thought in Lu Qingting's mind when he came here.
At this time when buildings are about to collapse, troubled times are approaching, and natural disasters are incessant, even if it is as strong as Wanlong Road and as prosperous as Jiangnan Road, many people are in panic, and all kinds of powerful bandits are repeatedly banned.
Ke Linlong Road is different.
There are three prefectures, more than thirty prefectures, and hundreds of counties in one area, and there are almost no mountain bandits entrenched there, and horse bandits are even more out of reach.
For more than seventy years, there has been no chaos.
Lu Qingting, who came from the Northwest Road, was deeply touched by this prosperous atmosphere, but he also knew very well the reason for all this.
It's not that the contemporary Linlong King is working hard to govern, but in this Lin'an Mansion, the most powerful army in the world, the Xuanjia Jingqi, is stationed, as well as the most powerful general in the world, Zhang Xuanba!
"King Zhao of Xifu!"
Lu Qingting's heart was throbbing very much.
He thought he had a calm mind, but when he was about to meet this world-renowned martial arts monument and extremely powerful man, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
But in front of King Linlong, who was in regular clothes and had an elegant air, he took him to the backyard and saw King Zhao of Xifu lying on a recliner, opening a book, looking like an old farmer. He was stunned.
"It's easy to break a thief in the mountains, but it's hard to break a thief in the heart!"
A slight voice of admiration woke Lu Qingting out of his anxiety. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw the four words Wanxiang Mountain Man on the cover of the book.
"Wang Muzhi, a native of Wanxiang Mountain?"
Lu Qingting's heart moved.
He seems to have read this book. It is said that it caused a huge stir among scholars many years ago, but it was mostly criticized and criticized.
"There is such a great talent in the world, it should be revealed!"
Zhang Xuanba untied the gourd from his waist and drank a lot of wine, making Linlong King smile bitterly:
"Second Uncle, your injury is not healed yet, why are you drinking this 'Drunk Immortal Brew' again?"
"The wine next to you is not intoxicating. If you don't drink this wine, what will you drink?"
Hearing this, Lu Qingting's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Zui Xian Niang is not wine.
It is more like a highly toxic liquid that can poison a great master. According to legend, if a large amount is taken, a martial saint will be poisoned to death.
Using such a unique poison as wine...
"It's the little Taoist priest from Xuankong Mountain! I heard that you came here on the order of that boy Yang, he..."
After drinking a gourd of Drunken Immortal Brew, Zhang Xuanba just looked at Lu Qingting. Before he finished speaking, something moved in his heart:
"Huh?"
boom!
Just by raising his eyebrows and standing up, Lu Qingting's pupils could not help but shrink violently. In a daze, he felt a sacred mountain rising from the ground in front of him.
So majestic and domineering...
"Hahaha!"
King Linlong was about to step forward to report the intelligence of the Sirius invasion beyond the Great Wall, when he was suddenly startled when he saw his second uncle's eyes suddenly light up, and an indescribable powerful aura descended like a mountain in an instant.
Although it disappeared in just a moment, the breath that disappeared in a flash spread the wind and snow all over the sky. The snow melted inside and outside the palace, and a light rain fell.
Snap!
Lu Qingting staggered back, but as soon as he stepped back, he felt the package on his chest shook and fell between Zhang Xuanba's open fingers.
He looked down, his expression couldn't help but be a little moved, and he was filled with joy, as if he were seeing the same kind of people, and he laughed loudly:
"So experienced, so experienced..."
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Huhu~
In the Dayan Mountains, the wind and snow were quite high, and Ying Li'er walked tremblingly towards the small courtyard in the wind and snow, which looked like a spring day.
"Milk, grandma..."
Her voice stammered, and she was so panicked that she almost wanted to run away, but she could only bite the bullet and wait.
"Xiao Li'er? Here you go, come in."
Old and kind, the old woman's voice came from inside the house, like a conversation between grandparents and grandchildren, very warm.
But the baby was born, but his heart was beating like a drum, his mouth was dry, he moved step by step, he was extremely scared.
squeak~
She pushed the door open and entered. Unexpectedly, the inside of the hut was not as scary as she had imagined. It was just an ordinary hut.
The only conspicuous thing is that there is a medium-sized wooden platform in the house, on which stands a small figure made of grass and trees, with a piece of yellow paper on his back, a dark red lamp on his head, and an inky black lamp at his feet.
And hanging on the banner tied to the straw man is an ancient book full of strange patterns.
The old woman with white hair and a stooped figure walked around the wooden platform in a leisurely manner, muttering something in her mouth.
As she watched, Ying Li'er felt a chill in her heart. She felt that there were endless ghosts of grievances screaming and wailing in front of her. Her legs weakened and she fell to the ground. She was extremely frightened.
"grandmother……"
The old woman ignored her, but slowly walked around forty-nine times, and burned the two talismans she held between her hands.
Then he came back to his senses and looked at her kindly:
"Xiao Li'er, are you curious about what grandma is doing?"
"No, no, I don't dare..."
Ying Li'er's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"This is a curse book in our holy religion. It is called the 'Nail Arrow Book'. It is extremely powerful. Unfortunately, it will take seven years at least to set up a disaster and cast it once..."
"Milk, grandma..."
Ying Li'er became more and more frightened and uneasy.
"Would you like to help grandma?"
"How, how can I help..."
Ying Li'er suppressed the fear in her heart.
Of course, she knew that this book of nails and arrows was one of the top three weird and strange curse books in the religion, and it was a curse book that only had its own name, and did not have any books or inheritance.
"This lamp oil is not enough. Can you help grandma add some lamp oil..."
"ah!"
With a scream, Ying Li'er could no longer bear the fear and turned around to escape, but as soon as she turned around, a wrinkled palm had already covered her face.
Then, with a gentle pinch and a twitch, a wisp of ghost split from the body and disappeared into the two oil lamps on the head of the straw man and at the foot.
"call!"
The old woman exhaled softly, and the female corpse, which had not yet fallen limp, had already turned into a pink kitten amidst the sound of teeth and bones rubbing against each other.
Gently lifting the cat corpse, the old woman turned around slowly, looked at the six arrows of vegetation arranged neatly in front of the straw man, and said to herself: