Chapter 439: The dog demon Xiaotian, meets the immortal master!
Li Daoxuan looked at Yan Chixia. When he heard that Xu Jianxian had accepted a disciple named Yan Chixia, he thought of the story of a Chinese Ghost Story.
In this world, there is the City of the Dead, the Black Mountain Old Demon, and Yan Chixia. So will there also be Lanruo Temple and the Tree Demon Grandma?
Even Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian?
Of course, he had no thoughts about Nie Xiaoqian, at most he was just a little curious.
With his current level of cultivation, Yan Chixia is nothing to him. When he becomes a Yang God, even the big boss like the Black Mountain Old Demon in "A Chinese Ghost Story" will have to run away when he sees him, and it is not certain whether he can escape.
As for the Yan Chixia in front of him...
Li Daoxuan looked at him carefully and found that the other person was different from the image in his memory. He had a handsome face, slanted eyebrows, no beard under his chin, and exuded an imposing masculine aura, and his eyes were very sharp.
This is a sign of successful kendo practice.
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but feel a little curious. Would such a handsome swordsman really become a man with a haggard face and a big beard in the future?
"Little Li, Chixia and I were passing through Chang'an. We heard that the imperial court was going to hold a Fengshan ceremony, so we wanted to join in the fun. Unexpectedly, we saw a good show. That demon is not simple. Although you are no longer the same as before, you still have to be more careful."
Xu Qingxuan's expression showed some solemnity.
Li Daoxuan nodded, then clasped his fists and said, "Senior Xu, I would like to ask you for a favor."
Xu Qingxuan smiled and said, "You are just like your master, you are good at ordering people around. Let me guess, you want me to help you find Princess Changle."
As a powerful swordsman in the Yang Shen realm, he had heard what Li Shimin had just said on the altar.
"Yes, Changle is my first disciple and the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty. This is related to the cooperation between the court and my Taoist sect. I beg Senior Xu to help me pay more attention to her!"
Li Daoxuan bowed and saluted.
Xu Qingxuan smiled and said, "Why are you being so hypocritical, old Taoist, I owe you my life. As long as your orders are not against morality, can I refuse?"
After a pause, he said casually: "Don't forget to prepare a pot of good wine for the old Taoist!"
Li Daoxuan smiled and said, "That's natural."
He looked at Xu Qingxuan, who was wearing a bamboo hat and had gray hair on his temples, and a feeling of respect emerged in his heart.
The last time he used the Arhat Mud Pill to revive Senior Xu, the other party had just broken through and become a Yang God. His white hair turned black, and he was so full of vigor and vitality.
Now, only two years have passed, and Xu Jianxian's temples have started to turn gray again.
Time could not possibly affect a Yang God so quickly. The only explanation was that in the past two years, Xu Jianxian had traveled around the world, subdued demons and monsters, and had experienced many dangerous battles, so that he had to squeeze out his potential and shorten his lifespan.
The master once said that Xu Qingxuan's fighting style was extremely extreme. He would rather break than bend, and would never regret even if he died nine times. Therefore, his sword intent was exceptionally pure and powerful.
However, Li Daoxuan did not feel any sword intent from Xu Qingxuan. Xu Qingxuan now was like a sword hidden in the snow. The sword energy did not leak at all, but if you looked closely, you would feel a frightening sense of sharpness.
There is no doubt that Xu Qingxuan, who has fought through countless bloody battles, has become even more powerful.
Li Daoxuan was worried about Changle, so after telling Xu Qingxuan his address, he wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute, Li, there is a young monk, probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a Yuchang sword on his waist, who said you are his elder brother, is that true?"
Xu Qingxuan suddenly asked.
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It is true, Xuanzang has finally come to Chang'an."
Master Sanle once asked him to take care of Xuanzang, and even gave him a magical treasure such as the Juque Sword for this purpose.
"That little monk went east. I saw a dark look on his face. I'm afraid he's going to meet with some disaster. You might as well go with him and take a look. As for Princess Changle, I will do my best to find her."
Li Daoxuan quickly said: "Thank you for telling me, senior!"
The next moment, green lightning flashed around his body, and then with a loud bang, it turned into thunder and flew towards the east. The turbulent airflow made Yan Chixia's hair flutter, and he could only squint his eyes.
Staring at the direction where Li Daoxuan left, Xu Qingxuan's eyes showed infinite emotion.
How can a golden scale stay in a pond? It will turn into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds.
He knew back then that Li Daoxuan was no ordinary person and that sooner or later he would soar into the sky and turn into a real dragon. However, he never thought that this day would come so soon.
It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, the other party had transformed from a small Taoist priest into an important figure in Taoism and had done all kinds of sensational things.
This boy is just like Master Xu Xun, a man from heaven who has descended to earth and is destined to accomplish great things!
After Li Daoxuan left, Yan Chixia came over and asked curiously, "Master, what is your relationship with Master Li? I just heard you say that Master Li saved your life?"
Xu Qingxuan nodded and sighed, "If it weren't for the magic medicine given to me by Li, I would have been buried in the dragon's belly long ago."
After hearing this, Yan Chixia's eyes showed a trace of gratitude and relief, and he said, "It seems that Master Li is really generous. If he had watched me die without helping me, wouldn't the Wanren Divine Sword have been his long ago?"
Xu Qingxuan smiled and said, "So that guy may seem frivolous sometimes, but at the critical moment, he is more reliable than anyone else. People can trust him with their backs. When we conquered the Yellow Springs Realm, it was thanks to him that we were able to succeed."
After a pause, Xu Qingxuan stared at Yan Chixia with concern in his eyes.
"The more I help him now, the more I can help you accumulate favor. When I am no longer in this world, you will have someone to rely on when you encounter problems."
Yan Chixia's body trembled and his nose felt inexplicably sour.
He knew his master's temperament very well. He wielded the sword across the world. No matter what level of cultivation the demon had, even if it was at the Yang God Realm, his master would fight without hesitation, and decide life and death.
After two years and more than seventy battles of varying sizes, the master was already covered in hidden injuries.
"Chixia, your personality is very similar to my teacher's, but don't learn to be my teacher in the future. If you really can't beat him, you should learn to call for help. Li is a decent person and can be trusted."
"You should be thicker-skinned. It was because of my thin-skinnedness that I, your master, was willing to hold on to my own strength, which damaged my foundation and caused me to be stuck in the late Yin God stage for decades. For this, that old fellow Zhang Qianyang scolded me a lot..."
At this moment, Xu Qingxuan was no longer the heroic and unparalleled swordsman of the time. Instead, he was like a nagging old man, carefully instructing his children and grandchildren about some trivial matters.
In the sunshine, the master and disciple slowly walked out of Chang'an City. When passing by a restaurant, Xu Qingxuan couldn't help but draw a pot of wine. He tried to develop his beloved disciple into a drinking buddy, but ultimately failed.
Yan Chixia didn't like drinking. He even kept persuading his master to drink less and chattered on about the disadvantages of drinking, which made Xu Qingxuan snap his fingers at him.
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Chang'an City, beside the Ba River.
Willow catkins flew like snow, falling on passers-by and on Xuanzang's bald head.
The forehead is so shiny and smooth that even willow catkins cannot stand on it.
He walked alone in silence, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and suddenly felt a little lonely. Although Chang'an City was very lively and prosperous, he seemed to be excluded.
At this moment, he missed his master even more.
The master said that he had something to do and had to come to Chang'an first, but now that he had finally arrived in Chang'an, he didn't know where to find the master. He felt that there were so many people and he didn't know where to start.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at a very secluded suburb with few people and only the Bashui River still flowing quietly.
Suddenly, Xuanzang felt his eyes were stabbed by some bright light. He looked towards the place where the light was flashing and found something floating by the slowly flowing river.
Looking closely, I found that it was actually a bowl used for begging. It looked very smooth and reflected the luster in the sunlight.
Xuanzang's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with a smile: "Xiaotian, it seems that we need a new bowl!"
The bowl he used for begging had been broken because the road was slippery due to rain. Now he happened to see another one in the river. Xuanzang immediately ran to the riverside and reached out to fish the bowl out.
It felt heavy in my hand, and I didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Xuanzang felt that this bowl was very similar to him.
The only pity was that there were several tiny cracks around the bowl, but it did not affect eating and drinking. Xuanzang was very satisfied. He also found two large characters engraved in Sanskrit on the bottom of the bowl.
"Purple... gold."
Xuanzang had been learning Sanskrit from his master since he was young, so he naturally recognized these two words easily.
"Purple Gold Bowl, so this is your name."
"Master might like you. When I meet Master, I will give you to him as a gift!"
Xuanzang couldn't let go of the bowl and had already begun to imagine how happy his master would be when he received this gift, but he didn't notice that a shadow was gradually floating up under the dark water.
"Woof! Woof!"
Xiaotian noticed something was wrong at the first moment. His nose was very sensitive and he had smelled the evil aura. He immediately spoke out to warn Xuanzang.
But Xuanzang obviously didn't react.
puff!
With a splash, an arm stretched out from the water, grabbed Xuanzang's ankle, and was about to pull him into the water.
The arm was extremely scary, covered with white hair. The palm was like a fish web, connected by fascia. The nails were jet black, pointed and sharp, with some fish viscera stained on them.
It seemed as if this hand had just ripped open a fish not long ago.
Crash!
Xuanzang slipped and fell into the lake. The hand seemed to have infinite power, making it completely impossible for him to resist.
At the critical moment, Xuanzang suddenly drew out the Yuchang sword from his waist and slashed on the arm.
The next moment, that powerful and hairy arm appeared as if it had been burned by a branding iron, leaving a burn mark. The river water rolled and a shrill cry was faintly heard.
Xuanzang knew that he had encountered a monster. He swung his Yuchang sword to chop again, but the monster had already pulled him completely into the water.
"Woof! Woof!"
At the moment when the river water flooded over his head, Xuanzang vaguely heard a dog barking. He opened his eyes, only to meet a pair of gray and indifferent pupils.
It was a monster shaped like an ape, with blue and white hair mixed together, like rotten mold.
Xuanzang recognized it immediately. This was the water corpse ghost that his master had talked about. It is also called water monkey or falling corpse ghost in the folks. It is often born in places with extremely heavy yin energy and lives in water. It looks like a monkey and likes to drag living people or livestock underwater and block their seven orifices with mud as food.
This monster becomes very weak on the shore and can be killed by ordinary people, but it becomes extremely powerful and agile in the water. Once a person is dragged underwater by it, it is very difficult to escape and survive.
Xuanzang choked on a lot of river water and his face quickly turned purple. In a trance, he saw the little black dog Xiaotian jump into the water with a splash , and his body quickly grew larger, like a lion.
But several water zombies surrounded it and a bloody battle broke out underwater.
It turns out that Xiaotian... is a monster.
This thought flashed through his mind, and then he saw the water monkey that was holding him opened its mouth wide, revealing its jagged fangs, and bit towards him.
Xuanzang closed his eyes in despair. There was no fear in his heart, only many regrets.
Master, it seems that I can no longer inherit your mantle.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to convert to Buddhism and become your disciple...
clang!
Just when Xuanzang was about to die under the fangs of the water corpse ghost, a powerful sword chant was heard, like the roar of a mountain. The entire Bashui River collapsed violently and the water surface sank, as if being pressed down by a mountain.
Xuanzang suddenly found that he could breathe again. He opened his eyes and saw that the water corpse ghost that was strangling him had been cut in half by a pitch-black heavy sword. What was even more surprising was that the surrounding river water was actually cut in half, revealing the mud and sand on the bottom of the water, which would take a long time to heal.
It was as if there was a layer of invisible sword energy as big as a mountain around the black heavy sword, splitting the surging river into two halves!
This is... Big Brother's sword!
Xuanzang immediately recognized the heavy black sword. It was his eldest brother's Juque Sword, the third sword hidden in the box. It could become larger than a mountain. Before on the altar, his eldest brother used this sword to chop the guardian god formed by dark clouds into pieces.
After a moment.
The Juque sword flew out of the river, and lying on it was a little monk who was soaked all over . He had delicate features, lively eyes, and a sense of relief at having survived the calamity.
At the moment the Juque Sword flew out, the Bashui River that was cut open by the sword energy instantly closed up and finally returned to its original state.
"Xuanzang, long time no see."
A man on the shore, dressed in white as white as snow, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary temperament, was none other than Li Daoxuan, who had shown his prowess on the altar before and had just been named the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty.
Xuanzang's eyes turned red. Although he had a clear and transparent Buddhist heart at a young age, he had endured too much loneliness and suffering. He traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers alone, with only a puppy by his side.
Li Daoxuan sighed lightly, walked forward and touched his little bald head. Although Xuanzang was the greatest monk in the Tang Dynasty, that was a matter for the future. Now, he was just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, who would still be studying in school in later generations.
"Brother, Roaring Sky..."
Xuanzang's eyes were red and he couldn't help shedding tears. He seemed to have just seen Xiaotian fighting with those water corpse ghosts, surrounded by bright red blood.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said gently, "Don't worry, that dog is much more powerful than you think."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a splash in the river, and a big ferocious dog emerged, shaking off the blood on its fur.
This dog is completely black, about six feet long, with a strong body and knotty muscles, as if it were forged from fine iron. The look it gives has the aura of a king, proud and majestic, like a tiger or leopard looking down on others.
Its fangs were covered in blood, but the blood was not from it, but from the four water corpses.
After only ten rounds of fighting, it had bitten off the throats of the four water zombies. It was truly majestic and domineering!
"Roaring Sky!"
Xuanzang shouted in surprise.
But Xiaotian just glanced at him and ignored him. Instead, he walked to three feet in front of Li Daoxuan, lowered his proud head little by little, knelt on all fours, spoke in human language, and his voice was humble and respectful.
"The dog demon Xiaotian, hello to the immortal master!"
