0812. Return the Sword
So the whole process that I saw on the Sky Scroll in the Sky Fox Secret Realm was actually an extension of my leave?
Li Mu rubbed his temples habitually.
wrong.
Everything on the sky scroll may not be entirely wrong.
Because it was shown from the perspective of the six major races. According to the old magic stick, the six major races were not the main force on the battlefield at that time, but only peripheral personnel. Therefore, the sky scroll only showed the peripheral battles and what they saw from their perspective. , for the existence of the old magic stick, it may not be worth mentioning, but for Li Mu at the time, it was still very shocking.
Pony crossing the river.
Different people look at the same thing and end up with different perceptions.
"Now that the six major races have gathered their forces and are coming to Earth, the Ancient Ancestor Gate in the Qinling Mountains should be the means of the ancestors of the six major races." Li Mu told everything he knew.
The implication is obvious, old guy, it’s time to show your Taoist cultivation and crush all the scum in your mind.
But the old magic stick obviously didn't accept this, and still pretended to be cool, saying: "The ancestors of the six major races, in my eyes, are just scum and weaklings, nothing to be afraid of. What we need to worry about most now is that after the battlefield seal is loosened, Those betrayers who really caused the collapse of the overall situation were born, and this is the key."
Li Mu's heart trembled.
indeed.
According to the description of the old magic stick, if the betrayal of the six major races is not worth mentioning, the real threat lies within the Xuanhuang clan. The descendants of the traitors, or the deceased traitors, will have fatal consequences once they come to the earth. of killing.
Thinking about it this way, even Li Mu no longer feels that there is any threat to the six ancestors.
Everything is afraid of comparison.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
"Who were those betrayers back then?" Li Mu asked.
"One of our own."
"One of our own?"
"Of course, betrayal by one's own people is called betrayal, and betrayal by a vassal race is called parting ways. How much loss can be caused."
Li Mu rubbed his forehead, maintained his patience, and said, "Can you be more specific? Who do you mean by your own people?"
The old magic stick said matter-of-factly: "How do I know? I'm not from the Xuanhuang tribe."
"I..." Li Mu had the urge to jump up and beat the old magic stick violently.
The old magician said: "I'm not joking with you. I paid a little attention to this matter at first. The most terrifying thing is that the Xuanhuang tribe was stabbed in the back by one of their own, but they didn't find out who was the one who stabbed them. Otherwise, you Why do you think it is necessary to seal all the large troops in the battlefield instead of cutting off the traitors and then sealing the extraterrestrial demons?"
Li Mu was speechless.
At that time, he thought that the gods of the Xuanhuang tribe used their last resort to seal the battlefield in order to protect the earth, protect this star field, and isolate the demons outside the territory.
But now that I think about it carefully, what the old magician said makes sense.
If the gods join forces to seal the extraterrestrial demons, they can completely find a way to free their own people, and then seal the extraterritorial demons. This can at least preserve the seeds of their own civilization. Sealing them together is simply a means of perishing together.
Only ghosts would be willing to die together unless things were tragic to a certain extent.
"So, when young people encounter problems in the future, they should think more and use their brains more, and don't let others lead them." Seeing Li Mu's expression, the old magician deliberately used every opportunity to teach him.
Li Mu said: "Even the Xuanhuang clan themselves can't figure out who the betrayer is. This is a bit outrageous. Now that the seal is loosened, if the descendants of the betrayer come out first, wouldn't it mean that the world would be in chaos?"
The old magician nodded and said, "Yes, so things are very troublesome."
Li Mu said: "It seems like you have a long way to go, old man."
The old magic stick looked surprised: "What does it have to do with me? It's you who have a long way to go."
"What the hell?" Li Mu also looked surprised: "I am a junior at the beginning of the King Realm plus physical training who can beat the King. You want me to fight with the descendants of gods at the Shenxuan and Dao Realm? In this situation, no Should an invincible senior like you be the one to solve it?"
"Well, peerless senior is a good word to use." The old magic stick first expressed his affirmation of Li Mu's speech, then spread his hands and said: "That's it, I have been practicing closed-hand meditation recently and can't take action, so I can't help."
"Who the hell are you lying to?" Li Mu refused at that time: "I've heard of the Zen of closing the mouth, but there's no such thing as the Zen of closing the hands. You're just kidding. This is so urgent, how can you still be lazy?"
The old magic stick changed the subject and said: "Don't worry about these useless big things... Let's talk about an urgent little thing. Back then, one of the gods of the Xuanhuang tribe had a descendant. A few days ago, they came to Ran Deng. Temple, I met him once, that young man was very scary."
"Descendant of God? Why come to Randeng Temple?" Li Mu said.
The old magic stick said: "Because many years ago, I lent them a sword from their clan, and he came to get the sword."
"Why did you borrow someone else's sword?"
"At that time, I thought the sword was very good, so I borrowed it to play with. I originally planned to send it back when I got tired of playing with it. Who knew that before I got tired of playing with it, the Xuanhuang tribe became autistic and sealed the entire clan. This sword I can’t send it back either.”
"Where's your face? Are you trying to steal it?"
"Anyway, the difference is not big. As long as you understand what I mean, that young man is in the Randen Temple in Baoji City now. You go and have a fight with him. It means that if you lose one and a half moves, you can return the sword. alright."
"Why don't you go yourself?"
"The rules agreed back then were that when their descendants come to get the sword, my heir will have a fight with him. Besides, what is my identity as an old man? If I take action in person, wouldn't I be laughed at and bully the younger generation? I will be shameless. ?”
"It sounds like you've wanted to show off before." Li Mu muttered and said, "Where's the sword?"
The old magic stick picked up the toothpick and picked his teeth, and said: "I told you a few years ago that the meat of the fried noodles should be minced a little more, otherwise it will easily get stuck in your teeth... Here comes the sword."
He stretched out his hand.
From the main hall behind, there was the sound of a sword.
The somewhat decayed ancient Buddha statue in the temple glowed with wisps of divine light, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds filled the air like a sea tide, but they gathered together but never dispersed. They only filled the Randen Temple, but outside the temple, there was silence. .
Silver light flows.
The ancient Buddha spoke, and a flash of sword light flew over and landed in the old magic stick's hand.
It was a three-foot Qingfeng long sword, as bright as autumn water, as smooth as a mirror, and the light of the sword was like starlight. It danced unsteadily in the palm of the old god's stick, and a wisp of cold air hit his face.
"This sword is called [Taishan]. It is a famous sword in ancient times. It is stained with the blood of gods. It can kill gods without leaving immortals. It can kill Buddhas and demons. It is very famous. It has been silent for thousands of years. Today, it finally appeared again." The old magic stick. Opening your mouth and blowing, the air flow separated like waves visible to the naked eye in front of the sword peak. "With the compassionate power of the ancient Buddha, suppressing and nurturing for thousands of years, only part of the murderous intention was wiped out. If [Taishan] comes out again, the murderous calamity will come again." ah."
He raised his hand and threw the ancient sword into Li Mu's hand.
Li Mu held the hilt of the sword and felt a biting chill coming over him. In an instant, half of his arm felt frozen.
"It is indeed a killing sword."
Li Mu was shocked.
How many creatures must be killed with this sword to gather such murderous intent?
And this was after thousands of years of purifying the body of the ancient Buddha with the power of Buddha. If it hadn't been for these thousands of years, Li Mu had no doubt that the moment he held the sword, he would be torn apart by the killing intent in the sword. .
"Back then, you took the sword because the person holding the sword had caused too many murders, right?" Li Mu asked suspiciously: "If you want to dissolve the murderous intention in the sword, you still want to prevent that person from killing again." Industry?"
"Oh, it turns out that in your heart, I am so noble?" The old magic stick grinned and said: "At that time, I just suspected that the owner of this sword was related to the betrayer, so I took the sword. Later, I found out I have tried several times but no evidence has been found. After so many years, his descendants have all left the mountain. Please return the sword."
Li Mu used his skills to suppress the cold murderous intent in the sword, put it away, and said, "Aren't you afraid that this vicious sword will return to that person's hands and start killing people again?"
"Each era has its own protagonist. That person used to be almost invincible, but now, the protagonist of the era is no longer him. It is people, not swords, who decide things after all." The old magic stick said a few words with emotion. Golden sentence'.
"If you want to lure the snake out of its hole, just say so." Li Mu said contemptuously: "After you dug a hole at the door of the meditation room to trick me into entering, you are really becoming more and more insidious now."
The old magic stick said angrily: "Get out of here and change my technique back quickly. I want to change my successor now."
Li Mu chuckled and said: "Listen to what you just said, I'm going to Jintaiguan to fight with that heir. If I lose, I'll give him the sword. If I win, I'll bring the sword back... What's your rule? , It makes me very embarrassed, I’m afraid I won’t be able to give this sword away.”
The old magic stick suddenly burst out laughing.
"Are you really a frog in the well? Are Wangjing Wudi very strong? I'm afraid that you will be beaten by that brat from Jintaiguan until you cry like a mother. Otherwise, why would I drag him to play mahjong and lose on purpose? He has one million? It’s all for socializing, so that he can be merciful and not beat you to death.”
"You lost in mahjong, probably because of your poor luck and skill." Li Mu complained.
The old magic stick stood up: "If you don't leave, I will beat you to death."
Li Mu immediately became serious and said: "I will return the sword, and you can solve the problem of the ancient ancestors' gate in Qinlin. Although the six groups of ancestors are not a big problem, it will still be very troublesome if they invade the earth."
The old magician said: "Are you kidding? You have to ask me to do such small things. Why have I trained you for so many years? As soon as I make a move, I will destroy the world and blow up the planet... I am really cultivating. Hand Zen, so everything is left to you, including the descendants of the gods who came out of the sealed battlefield, you should also deal with it."
Li Mu said: "I'm not kidding, I'm talking about business."
"I'm not kidding either. I really can't take action."
"Isn't it that your objection has been abolished? After all, you have stayed on earth in the Age of Dharma for so long, won't your foundation be damaged?"
"roll."
Li Mu came out of Randeng Temple in great embarrassment.
A group of old men outside were waiting eagerly. When they saw Li Mu coming out, they all laughed.
"Let's go to my house to eat fried noodles." Lao Zhangtou was very enthusiastic.
Li Mugang was about to say a good word, but the voice of the old magic stick came from inside: "The Mahjong practice time has begun, one is short of three, whoever wants to come faster, no waiting after the deadline..."
"I'll come." Lao Zhangtou rushed in like lightning.
Li Mu was a little confused.
We agreed to go to your house to eat fried noodles?
Other old men also swarmed in.
Li Mu was messy in the wind.
This is really red when you are close to red, and black when you are close to ink. What a simple and kind man you were back then, but now you have been infected by the old man and become like this... Fortunately, I have already eaten the fried noodles made by myself.
Li Mu stood at the door of Randen Temple.
Across the low mountain peaks, the valley below, the buildings in the valley, and the Weishui River below the buildings... looking across the Weishui River Valley, in the northwest, on the undulating mountains, the Jintai Temple is brightly lit, and it is Baoji City. One of the landmark night views.
In comparison, the light emitted by the few incandescent bulbs in Randen Temple is really shabby.
Northwest, Southeast.
Opposite each other from a distance.
Li Mu knew very well that if the old stickman said he didn't care, he really didn't care.
Return of the Sword, Gate of Ancient Ancestors, Descendants of the Gods...
In this chaotic situation, it seems that he can only rely on himself at the moment.
Damn it, why?
Li Mu felt aggrieved.
Just as he was about to go down the mountain, he suddenly remembered a very strange question, turned around and asked: "I have always been curious, as a Taoist priest, why do you live in a Buddhist temple, the ancient Buddha enshrined in the Main Hall, instead of Sanqing Patriarch? "
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I know you guys probably want to send me razor blades, but... the cold is really getting worse, the fever won't go away, my brain is throbbing and hurting, and I write very slowly.