Chapter 87 A Young Man in His Prime
Chapter 87 A Young Man in His Prime
Before the pig demon could speak, the smiling head on the right suddenly tilted, its lips twisting into an unbelievable grin, and murmured, "Disciple...where is my disciple?"
The middle head frowned slightly.
The head on the left remained unmoved, silently reciting Taoist scriptures.
Seeing that the pig demon couldn't answer, the one on the right suddenly became agitated, its red light flashing wildly in its eye sockets, and it repeatedly demanded, "Have you seen my disciple? Speak! Did you hide him? Tell me now!"
The three mouths spoke their own words, their voices overlapping, as if the air on the altar had been stirred into a vortex.
The pig demon was so terrified by the chaotic interrogation that its demonic energy went out of control. Tumors swelled up under its skin and burst open one after another, splattering foul-smelling pus and blood. Filth seeped from its eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and it was about to be transformed into something evil on the spot.
"The Dao body is pure and empty... pure and empty..." The pig demon was flustered and tried to speak, but he couldn't even put together a complete sentence.
"wrong."
The clear voice from the middle head suddenly turned cold.
The three-headed Taoist priest stretched out his right hand and lightly pressed it down on the top of the pig demon's head.
Despite the seemingly slow movements, the pig demon appeared to be frozen in place, unable to even move its eyes.
"Smack."
A soft sound, like a ripe watermelon being smashed.
The pig demon's enormous head, along with half of its body, instantly exploded into a pool of bloody mud mixed with bone fragments, brain matter, and bits of flesh, which was splattered on the stone surface of the viewing platform, still emitting wisps of heat.
Seeing this, everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines, and no one dared to utter a sound. The pig demon was quite powerful; there were only a handful of people present who could reliably defeat it, yet it was being casually wiped out like an ant by this Taoist priest.
The three-headed Taoist slowly withdrew his hand, flicking his whisk to remove the bloodstains. His three heads turned, his gaze sweeping over the silent crowd on the platform, about to choose the next unfortunate victim.
"clear......"
A mysterious wave, like ripples on water, spread from the depths of the eerie forest, quietly brushing across the entire altar.
The three heads of the Taoist priest froze simultaneously.
Then, greed, regret, anger, hatred... all sorts of emotions twisted and changed on the three faces.
The left side of the skull trembled, uttering a mumbled "Seven Birds..."
The middle head's eyelids snapped open, and it murmured, "Master..."
The smile on the right side of the head shattered completely, turning into a blank space.
His aura fluctuated violently, and his purple Daoist robe fluttered even without wind.
The next instant, his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot like a bubble.
Only a voice, half-crying and half-laughing, remained in the air, fading away: "My dear disciple... your master has arrived..."
Upon seeing this, both the human cultivators in the arena and the demons in the distance breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hoo..." Someone let out a long breath, and the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, but it also added a sense of bewilderment at having survived a disaster.
"Damn the Mantian Camp!" The minotaur slammed its fist on the stone platform, sending stone chips flying. Its large, copper-bell-like eyes were bloodshot. "And that black-hearted, rotten-necked Mei Liangxing, I'll tear them apart alive!"
"When I saw my dad die, I should have realized that we were just cannon fodder."
"What's the point of saying all this now!" another voice interrupted, filled with suppressed fear. "The monster's gone, but this godforsaken place... how are we going to get out?"
......
On the other side of the eerie forest.
"Daoist Master, my foundation-building journey is now in your hands!"
Xu Changqing looked at the jade bead that emitted a faint light, without much surprise, recalling the information provided by the old ghost.
"【Pure and Turbid Good and Evil Primordial Pearl】·【Pure and Good Spirit Pearl】The 【Pure and Turbid Good and Evil Pearl】is a naturally occurring spiritual treasure, a mixture of purity and turbidity, good and evil as one."
"Later, it was obtained by Qingyangzi, the former abbot of Ziyang Temple. Qingyangzi was bewitched by the Demon Pearl and separated and suppressed the Spirit Pearl. From then on, the Yuan Pearl was divided into two."
"Qingyangzi also became possessed by a demon because of this... With the help of the [Spirit Pearl], Qiqinzi severely injured Qingyangzi, but Qingyangzi used the [Demon Pearl] to lure the Heavenly Demon into the world, so both were injured in the process. ***, the two merged into one body and fell into a deep sleep in the temple."
"Yang Huai, with his worldly good intentions, took the [spiritual pearl] and transformed into a Dharma body to play in the human world."
Note: Qi Qinzi is currently asleep inside the [Spirit Pearl].
"Hey, I knew my eyes were blessed by the Grand Master, I couldn't be wrong, you really are a disciple of my Taoist school."
A voice suddenly came from beside him. Xu Changqing turned his head and saw Qi Qinzi stretching and looking at Xu Changqing with a smug look on his face.
"Hehe, Daoist Master, you certainly have discerning eyes. I did have some inconvenience before, and when traveling, I had no choice but to conceal myself. Please forgive me, Daoist Master."
Xu Changqing quietly slipped the jade bead into his sleeve and said with a smile.
"Of course, of course." Qi Qinzi waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned. He stretched lazily, his bones making a series of soft cracks, and a look of relish appeared on his face. "I was sleeping soundly, even dreaming of going to the Xuanjing [Dream Immortal Pavilion] for a wonderful dream, with fine wine and fairy maidens dancing... and then I heard you yelling and fussing, waking me up from my beautiful dream?"
His tone was quite displeased, as if he had truly been disturbed from his peaceful sleep.
Xu Changqing chuckled twice, then quickly changed the subject: "Daoist Master, your supernatural powers are truly remarkable. You even dreamt of traveling to Xuanjing, which is quite enviable. May I ask... does Daoist Master know where this place is?"
He carefully observed Qi Qinzi's expression.
"This place?" Upon hearing this, Qi Qinzi looked around at the banana grove shrouded in mist and overgrown with strange trees, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
He frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed, and murmured, "Where is this place? It feels somewhat familiar..."
"Daoist Master, please think about it again? Perhaps... this place is your home?" Xu Changqing carefully guided him.
"My home? This is my home?... " Qi Qinzi muttered several times, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and with a youthful excitement, he exclaimed, "Yes! This is my home. I remember now, when I was little, I often sneaked out to drink and carouse, and every time my master would catch me and give me a good scolding, haha."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly: "And another thing, there's Uncle Zhiyang in the temple, who always has a stern face. He always hides his Qingyao wine, which he brews using a secret method. That wine is clear, sweet, and has a long-lasting aftertaste. It's really delicious. In winter, I often steal his wine to drink. Once, he caught me and chased me halfway up the mountain."
The Taoist priest spoke with great enthusiasm, his eyebrows and eyes beaming, as if he had transformed back into that mischievous young man who cultivated in the temple, full of youthful vigor.
"Come on, I'll take you there." Qi Qinzi said excitedly, grabbing Xu Changqing's sleeve and heading in a certain direction. "I know where Zhiyang Dianzao's wine cellar is. There must still be some Qingyao wine left there."
Infected by his pure joy, Xu Changqing also relaxed and laughed loudly, "Haha, this humble Taoist is in for a treat!"
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