Chapter 502: The Master of Magic Fights, the Dragon Startles the Lotus
Outside the White Horse Temple.
"Xuanzang, cheer up."
Li Daoxuan helped the almost unconscious Xuanzang to sit under a locust tree, and held a yellow talisman in his hand and stuck it on his body.
"Xuan Zang, what's wrong with you?"
A graceful figure walked out of the locust tree. It was Xiaotang holding an umbrella. As a ghost, she could not enter the White Horse Temple, so she stayed outside and possessed the locust tree filled with strong yin energy.
She stretched out her hand to hug Xuanzang, but as soon as her palms touched Xuanzang's body, she let out a painful groan, as if she had touched burning charcoal.
Li Daoxuan noticed that just now, the word "Buddha" on Xuanzang's palm flashed.
"Xiaotang, don't be anxious."
Li Daoxuan comforted her and then chanted a spell.
"Cure diseases and prolong life, travel through the five mountains, the eight seas know about it, and the devil will bow his head. Guard my pavilion, eliminate evil and dispel filth, and keep the spirit of Taoism forever. Hurry and obey the command!"
As the longevity talisman turned into golden light and escaped into Xuanzang's body, his breathing finally calmed down slowly, and he regained some spirit, but the word "Buddha" on the palm of his right hand still did not disappear.
Li Daoxuan was puzzled as to why Huitong and Huichan became believers of the ghost fetus, but did not have the word "Buddha" in their hands, but Xuanzang, who adhered to his original intention, was branded with this mark instead?
Could it be that in the eyes of that ghost fetus, there is something special about Xuanzang?
"Brother...can't kill..."
Xuanzang's voice was a little weak, but extremely firm.
"So, the ghost fetus you saw with your wisdom eye was really... Master Sanle?"
Li Daoxuan asked with a frown.
Xuanzang looked at me with a complicated expression, and said, "Based on my familiarity with Master, that fetus...does look somewhat like my Master."
"Brother, although I am not completely sure, I am 80% sure that he... is my master."
Xuanzang clenched his fists, his mind a little confused.
He had great respect for his master. Given his master's character, he would never do such a thing as reincarnating as a ghost and deceiving other people's minds. However, the ironclad facts were before him, and he had no choice but to believe them.
"Brother, Master... must have his own reasons, right?"
Xuanzang held Li Daoxuan's hand tightly, as if he was holding on to the last straw.
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "Master Sanle is an enlightened monk with a heart to save the world. I also believe that he must have his own difficulties. He said before that he wanted to deal with Moro. Maybe this is the problem."
He sorted out the causes and consequences in his mind.
When he first saw the ghost fetus last night, he felt that the other party vaguely looked like Sanle, but he was not sure, so he thought about going back to find Xuanzang to take another look.
Xuanzang has lived with Master Sanle since he was a child, and he is born with a pair of Buddhist wisdom eyes. If there is anyone in this world who can tell whether the ghost fetus is Master Sanle, that person must be Xuanzang.
This was also the reason why Li Daoxuan didn’t want to get entangled with Huichan last night and was in a hurry to go back to find Xuanzang.
He wanted to confirm his guess, and now it has been confirmed.
"Master Sanle...Mara..."
Li Daoxuan pondered over the two names and recalled the nightmare Xuanzang had, in which Master Sanle was gnawing on his own arm. He felt that there was some vague connection between the two.
"Xiaotang, you stay here to take care of Xuanzang. I'll go get Changle."
Li Daoxuan gave some instructions and prepared to go back to pick up Changle from the White Horse Temple first, but at this moment, his ears moved and he heard a noisy sound not far away.
"Luoyang is finished, Luoyang is finished!"
"This old beggar stinks and likes to talk nonsense. I'm afraid he's a lunatic!"
"He is making a scene in this pure Buddhist land. Isn't he afraid of disturbing the Buddha and Bodhisattva?"
"Quick, throw him out!"
…
A figure was thrown out of the door by several monks from the White Horse Temple. He was dressed in rags, his body was covered with black pustules, his hair was unkempt, his white hair was full of dirt, and the pungent stench could be smelled even from a few feet away.
The old beggar patted his butt and stood up, ignoring the contemptuous looks around him.
"Pooh!"
He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of the White Horse Temple and said with disdain: "Superficial child, ignorant and foolish, Luoyang will soon be destroyed. I, the old beggar, don't want this thousand-year-old temple to be destroyed, so I specifically told you, but you don't even appreciate it, ugh!"
He was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm.
A foul odor came, the smell of the thick yellow-brown sputum was so shocking that people around covered their noses.
"My fellow countrymen, Luoyang is about to be destroyed. You will all be dead in a short while. Listen to the old beggar's advice and go back and prepare coffins quickly. If you are late, you will miss out!"
"Eat more good food, and spend all the money you have saved at home. After all, you can't take it with you when you die. Of course, if you can't spend it all, you can also give a gift to the old beggar. It doesn't need to be a lot, just buy me a roast chicken..."
These words sounded like a curse, making the onlookers furious. They glared at the old beggar, and some of those with hot tempers even picked up the yellow mud on the ground and threw it at him.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Faced with the dirty yellow mud, the old beggar did not try to hide, and even laughed out loud.
"Smash it, smash it! The yellow mud is originally something outside of my body, but when it falls on my body, it becomes a lotus. Hahaha!"
He laughed three times, then walked away covered in filth. He looked so crazy that people wondered if he was possessed by a ghost.
But no one noticed that the two mouthfuls of thick phlegm he had just spit out turned into two toads, quietly jumping into the temple...
The old beggar walked to a secluded pond, looked at his face in the water, smiled, then scooped up the water to wash the yellow mud off his face.
Under the waves, an extremely ugly face was reflected.
Cross-eyed, flat nose, cleft lip, ulcers...
It seems as if all the ugly faces in the world are concentrated on this face, and just one look at it can make people have nightmares for days.
This is simply a face cursed by God.
The old beggar, however, showed off in front of the pond, then said with a smile, "Why are you two sneaking around like this? I have nothing but mud on me, and no money."
Xuanzang and Xiaotang walked out of the woods.
"Haha, a monk and a female ghost, they are a perfect match, haha——"
The old beggar's laughter stopped abruptly, because right behind Xuanzang and Xiaotang, another figure slowly walked out. He was wearing a white jade crown, brocade clothes and a folding fan, with long flowing hair. He was handsome and extraordinary, and was looking at him with a smile.
The old beggar fixed his eyes slightly, staring at the young and handsome man, looking him up and down, marveling at him.
"How strange! How strange! You have become a Yang God at such a young age, and you can even hide from an old beggar like me. How could someone like you appear after the great changes in the world?"
"My name is Li Daoxuan, nice to meet you, Senior."
Li Daoxuan saluted with his fists clasped. Although the old beggar had an ugly face, his Taoism was extremely impressive, and he could vaguely feel a sense of pressure.
It is true that there are masters hiding in the downtown area and hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the people.
He did not hide his identity. The other party was a friend of Master Sanle and also a hermit who played around in the world. One should show enough respect to such a person.
After hearing the name Li Daoxuan, the old beggar's eyes sparkled and he said with a smile, "So you are the Great Tang Imperial Master. That night in Chang'an, you killed the Five Evil Elders with the Four Saints Formation, as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs. You shocked the world. I, an old beggar, cannot bear to be called a senior."
"You are Master Sanle's friend, so you are naturally my senior. This time I came here to ask you what problem Master Sanle encountered?"
Hearing this, the old beggar snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared. He said, "Sanle, that guy, has a temper harder than a stone in the toilet. Isn't it good to be alive? Why does he have to seek death!"
"He said he was doing it for the benefit of the people of the world. Bah! He made it sound as if the people couldn't survive without him. The sun will still rise as usual no matter who is gone. He just patted his butt and died, and he still wanted me to take care of his apprentice. Haha, I won't take care of an old beggar!"
The old beggar said viciously: "It's fine if I don't meet his disciple Xuanzang, but if I do, I will just slap him to death!"
Xuanzang: “…”
Xiaotang quickly stood in front of Xuanzang and winked at him to leave.
But Xuanzang stepped forward resolutely, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I am Xuanzang, greeting you, Senior."
Old beggar: “…”
"Little monk, are you really not afraid of death?"
"Or do you think Li Daoxuan can stop me?"
Xuanzang showed no fear and said sincerely, "Neither. I once dreamed that my master asked me for help. He told me to go to Shangyang City to find an old beggar with pus all over his body. He is my senior."
After a pause, he said with a firm look: "Senior, as long as you can save my master, even if I am beaten to death by a palm strike, I will still be grateful for your kindness!"
The old beggar looked at Xuanzang, and after a moment he sighed and said, "Sanle has indeed accepted a good disciple. You should go, return to secular life, find a wife, get married and have children, and don't chant Buddha's name anymore in this life."
Having said this, the old beggar turned around and was about to leave.
"Senior, did Master Sanle become the demon fetus in that woman's belly?"
Li Daoxuan suddenly asked.
The old beggar paused, he turned around and looked deeply at Li Daoxuan, sneering: "Boy, you do have some skills, but this is not Chang'an, but Luoyang. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Cultivation is not easy, don't waste your cultivation."
"Senior, although this is not Chang'an, it is still the Tang Dynasty. As the imperial master of the Tang Dynasty, I cannot just ignore the trouble in Luoyang. Besides, Xuanzang is my sworn brother, and Master Sanle has helped me before. Personally, I cannot just sit back and watch."
His words were sonorous and powerful, revealing a high level of confidence.
The current Li Daoxuan is no longer the unknown person he used to be. He is a great cultivator in the Yangshen realm and possesses valuable treasures such as the Fantian Seal and the Plague Bell. Apart from that, he can also mobilize people.
The Green-robed Lady, the Old Heavenly Master, the Master, Xu Jianxian, Sister Yu, Guan Yuchang, Yuan Tiangang...
Each of them is a top-notch powerhouse at the Yang God Realm or above, and stands as the most powerful figure in the world. If they come together, they are enough to wipe out any sect in the world!
And these people all have a close relationship with him.
People only think that he is invincible in Chang'an City, but they don't know that the connections behind him are the most terrifying thing.
The old beggar stared at Li Daoxuan and sneered, "You are young, but you are so arrogant. If you want to save Sanle, I just washed the mud off my face in this pond. If you can make the mud bloom into a lotus, I can help you."
After a pause, he warned: "You are also a Yang God, so don't try your magic tricks. You can't fool the old beggar's eyes."
There was a hint of solemnity in Li Daoxuan's eyes.
Yellow mud and lotus are two completely different things. Without using magic, the difficulty would be several times higher than turning stone into gold. It cannot be done simply by using the wood element magical power.
The only thing he could think of was the first of the Tiangang magical powers, which was to mediate the creation of all things out of nothing.
But unfortunately, he doesn't have this magical power.
This old beggar really likes to set difficult questions to test others just as the rumors say.
"Hehe, you can't do it, right? Since Master Li is helpless, then hurry back to your Chang'an City. Don't get involved in Luoyang's affairs. Let's go back to our own homes!"
The old beggar was confident and certain that Li Daoxuan would never be able to accomplish this.
Even Zhang Zhiyan and Qingyi don't have the great magical power to mediate fate, let alone Li Daoxuan. Although this kid is a little weird and has terrifying talent, it is impossible for him to do it.
"Okay, then it's a deal."
To the old beggar's surprise, Li Daoxuan smiled brightly and actually agreed.
"Master Li, bragging is not a good habit."
"Haha, senior, just wait and see."
Li Daoxuan stood by the pool, tapped his head gently with the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little guy, get up and work."
The next moment, an elf-like girl emerged from the hair. She was only three feet tall and wore an exquisite little skirt. The wings behind her were as thin as cicada wings and colorful in the sunlight.
She yawned, waved her fists, and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, who do you want to hit?"
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, let her dance on his palm, and then whispered a few words in her ear.
The little flower god patted his chest, his delicate face full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Daddy, don't worry, leave it to me!"
She flapped her little wings and flew towards the pond. Wherever her wings passed, spots of light were cast, like fireflies falling into the water.
"Huff! Huff!"
The little flower god puffed up his cheeks and flapped his wings desperately, casting more light spots and making the entire pond sparkle, as if it was covered with a layer of glittering and colorful gauze.
After a moment, the little flower god wiped the sweat from his forehead, then closed his eyes and muttered something.
"@#￥%&齉齾爩籲灩..."
Li Daoxuan was stunned. Not only him, but Xuanzang and Xiaotang were also confused. What kind of spell was the little flower god chanting? Why couldn't they understand a single word?
Wasn't this a mess she had made up?
"Ancient Immortal Language, you actually know Ancient Immortal Language?"
The old beggar looked at the little flower god with shock.
Li Daoxuan was also shocked. Is there really anyone who can understand it?
It’s terrifying to think about it. This old senior... probably has a great background.
After the little flower god finished reciting the spell, he pointed his finger and said in a baby voice, "Bloom!"
The next moment, a magical scene appeared. The yellow mud that had fallen into the pool of water actually turned into tender shoots, and was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to turn into a pool of lotus flowers.
“It’s blooming! It’s blooming!”
Xiaotang said happily, and Xuanzang also smiled, feeling relieved.
Big brother really has a way...
The old beggar narrowed his eyes and exclaimed: "So it's the bloodline of the Flower God. Back then, I also..."
He glanced at Li Daoxuan and stopped talking, as if he was unwilling to reveal his origins.
Seeing Xuanzang and Xiaotang's happy expressions, he sneered, "Humph, you just rely on the power of the Flower God, Master Li, you haven't won yet."
After saying this, the old beggar kicked off the straw sandal on his right foot.
Plop!
The black straw sandals fell into the pond, seemingly ordinary, and sank quickly.
But soon, bubbles began to gurgle from the place where the straw sandals sank, and then a dragon's roar was heard from the bottom of the water.
A huge body was looming underwater, stirring up the wind and waves. It turned out to be a black dragon, swimming towards the growing lotus flowers, attempting to destroy them.
