Chapter 549: The descendants of the Heavenly Master, turning beans into soldiers
Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.
The old Taoist priest woke up from his sleep. During this period, he slept longer and longer and began to dream. He dreamed of the happy life when he was young and roamed the world with a sword, and also dreamed of meeting and accompanying his wife.
"Grandpa, are you awake?"
A little kid with pigtails came over. He looked to be about four or five years old, with a delicate and pretty face, especially his pair of black eyes, which were full of spirit and vitality.
The old Taoist priest looked at him with a kind smile. He opened his arms and held the little boy on his lap.
"Hey, my little Wei Yang is here."
Zhang Weiyang played with the old Taoist's white beard and twisted it into small braids.
In the entire Longhu Mountain, he is the only one who dares to be so bold and presumptuous. Even his father Zhang Qianyang, now the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, has to be respectful when he sees the old Heavenly Master. If he does something wrong, he will be beaten with a stick.
The generations apart are the closest, not to mention that Zhang Weiyang is the only descendant of the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master lineage.
"Grandpa, just now it suddenly started to rain red outside, and then I heard a whistling sound, and the rain stopped. What on earth is going on?"
Zhang Weiyang, who was only four years old, was curious about everything.
The old Taoist raised his eyes to the sky. At this moment, the whistling sound had dissipated, but the great spirit and determination to suppress the world and make decisions alone was still stirring in people's hearts.
He killed gods if they stood in his way, and killed Buddhas if they stood in his way. He defended the Tang Dynasty single-handedly. Taichong's achievements had far surpassed those of this old man who was about to die.
Qian Yang didn't achieve much in his life. His greatest achievement was finding such a brilliant disciple for Longhu Mountain.
"The howling sound just now was made by your senior brother Taichong."
When Zhang Weiyang heard the word Taichong, his eyes suddenly brightened up.
The eldest senior brother Li Daoxuan, whose Taoist name was Taichong, he had heard this name too many times, up and down Longhu Mountain. Even his father, who always had a stern face, would laugh out loud when he heard the name Taichong.
He was even happier than seeing his own son.
At first, Zhang Weiyang was a little jealous, but when he heard about the legendary experiences of his eldest brother from other senior brothers and sisters, he quickly became a little fan.
The Tang Dynasty's Imperial Master, the Heavenly Master of the Dragon and Tiger Demon-Subduing Dao appointed by the Emperor, killed the dragon, exterminated the ghost king, slew the divine ape, and wiped out the terrifying Mara Cult...
To the young Zhang Weiyang, the stories of his elder brother were so colorful that they dazzled and intoxicated him.
It was a pity that the eldest senior brother was too busy. In his limited memory, he had only met him once, and that was at his father’s 50th birthday party.
He only vaguely remembered that the eldest senior brother was wearing a green Taoist robe and looked very handsome.
At that time, all the people in Longhu Mountain were alarmed. Everyone was looking at that figure. Even the gentle and beautiful senior sister who was distracted and almost spilled tea on him.
That night, my father was very happy. He drank a lot of wine and chatted with my eldest senior brother all night. He had never seen my father so happy.
"Grandpa, did the eldest brother do something big again?"
The old Taoist priest laughed loudly and said, "Yes, your senior brother has done something spectacular again!"
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"
"He killed the locust god."
Zhang Weiyang's eyes widened and he asked, "Locust God... is he a god?"
The old Taoist nodded.
"Big Brother, why do you want to kill the Locust God?"
"Because the locust god killed many people, many people in my Tang Dynasty are hungry. This is the kind of thing that your eldest brother cannot stand the most."
Zhang Weiyang didn't quite understand and asked, "Grandpa, can a human defeat a god?"
"That depends on who it is."
Zhang Weiyang fantasized about his senior brother beheading gods and became a little crazy.
"Grandpa, I will work hard to cultivate and become... no, I want to be stronger than my senior brother in the future!"
Hearing this, the old master was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Grandpa, you're making fun of me!"
Little Wei Yang became angry and pulled his grandfather's white beard.
The old Taoist touched his head and said with a smile, "Don't make fun of me, don't make fun of me, my good grandson, don't be angry."
Little Wei Yang snorted and said, "I don't believe it, unless... Grandpa, you tell me another story about our senior brother. I've never heard of it before!"
"Haha, sure, let me think about it."
The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, revealing a look of reminiscence, and after a while, he finally spoke.
"That day, your father brought Taichong back to Longhu Mountain for the first time. Grandpa was trapped in a dream at the time. Taichong..."
As Zhang Weiyang listened to the story, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell asleep.
"Later, your mother wanted to arrange a marriage for Taichong. The match was with a senior sister you had never met, named Taiwei. She was born with a swordsman's heart. She..."
The old Taoist priest patted his grandson gently on the back and lowered his voice after he fell asleep, but he did not stop reminiscing.
Maybe he is really old. He can even speak haltingly about things that happened six years ago, as if it happened a lifetime ago.
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Turkic royal court.
The high priest suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of blood appeared on his neck, and bright red blood continued to seep out, as if he had been cut by a sharp sword.
But soon, many tiny black bugs crawled out, sucked the blood clean, and everything returned to normal.
The high priest touched his neck, which still felt a little tingling, and was still frightened.
What a scary Li Daoxuan!
The sharp sword intent seemed to flow through his incarnation to his real body, making him feel the pain and the danger of being beheaded.
The most frightening thing was that he didn’t even see Li Daoxuan from beginning to end, yet he was defeated by his sword.
"Humph, Li Daoxuan, you are indeed a formidable opponent, but I have also left a mess for you."
The high priest sneered, with a smug look in his eyes.
He was the one who planned the Dengzhou incident, and his main purpose was to take back the last box. Of course, he didn't mind giving the Tang Dynasty a "big gift".
The name of that gift was the God of Plague and the God of Locusts.
He used Jia Huo, a chess piece that had been lying in ambush for many years, to summon the evil god by sacrificing the land of the Tang Dynasty and weaken the power of the Tang Dynasty, without having to pay any price.
This strategy of killing two birds with one stone is perfect.
No matter how powerful Li Daoxuan was, he would probably be in a headache and helpless at this moment. Facing two gods, no matter how strong he was, he could only flee Dengzhou in a hurry and barely protect himself.
The high priest hoped that Li Daoxuan could stay in Dengzhou and fight the two gods to the death.
Of course, he also knew that was impossible. After all, Li Daoxuan was a Yang God and the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty. How could he risk his life for a small Dengzhou?
"Li Daoxuan, from what I know about you, you must have already fled in a panic, and are planning to go back and call for help. It could be the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, or the Ghost Fairy from the Qingming Realm—"
Just when he thought he had everything under control, there was a sudden thunder from the sky, followed by a bloody rain.
"The death of a god, the whole world mourns, how can this be--"
Before he finished speaking, a roar that shook the mountains and rivers and resounded through the sky was heard, scattering the bloody rain and shattering the sad wind, with indescribable heroic spirit.
The high priest used his divine eyes to look in the direction of the sound.
He saw a defiant figure with his head held high and a sword on his back, his green robe fluttering in the wind like a huge flag that holds up the sky and shakes the earth, suppressing the universe, the sun and the moon, and looking down on all directions.
The head is the head of the Locust God, and the sword is Li Daoxuan's sword.
The high priest was suddenly shocked. That man, who had not yet become an immortal...actually killed a god?
Unbelievable.
Thousands of miles away, he saw the red mark between Li Daoxuan's eyebrows suddenly open, revealing an eye as bright as the moon, which looked towards him with disdainful eyes.
The high priest's eyes suddenly felt as if they were pricked by needles.
He closed his eyes, and trickles of blood dripped down. His eyeballs seemed to have been severely injured. Black bugs came out again, wriggling under his eyelids. After a long while, the high priest opened his eyes again.
He never dared to look towards the east again.
"This person is too scary. No, we have to speed up the process of awakening him. Fortunately, the box will be delivered tomorrow."
"As long as Li Daoxuan is not dead, our Turks will never have peace!"
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Tang Dynasty, Qi County.
Li Daoxuan spewed out the Samadhi True Fire, which completely burned the Locust God's body into ashes and disappeared into smoke.
At this moment, the "Book of Exorcising Demons" in his mind shone brightly, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and lines of small golden characters emerged.
"Haha, it turns out you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
If it were someone else, without the Demon-Slaying Book, they might choose to collect the body of the Locust God. After all, it was the remains of a god and contained the secret of becoming an immortal.
In this era when there are no immortals in the world, becoming an immortal is undoubtedly a very tempting thing.
But doing so would leave a glimmer of possibility for the resurrection of the Locust God.
Although Li Daoxuan couldn't figure out how she would be resurrected, he knew that as long as the Heavenly Book had not lit up, it meant that the other party was not completely dead.
Therefore , no matter what ghost tricks she uses, just burn it cleanly and eliminate the trouble forever!
Killing gods with mortal bodies, the light of "The Book of Demon-Slaying" is very dazzling, suggesting that the reward this time is generous.
"In August of the seventh year of Zhenguan, I killed the locust god in Qi County, Dengzhou, and was rewarded - the great divine power of Tiangang [Throwing beans to create soldiers]!"
"Sowing beans to create soldiers is one of the thirty-six magical powers of the Heavenly Gang. Pick beans from the mortal world and summon soldiers from the sky. You can get strong men who can move mountains and generals who can destroy demons. They will go through fire and water and be loyal to the emperor..."
Li Daoxuan's heart moved. He didn't expect it to be this magical power.
In the world of today, only Taoist Xuancheng of Maoshan, who is also Lu Chunliang's master, has mastered this great magical power. When Maoshan was in danger in the past, it was Taoist Xuancheng who stepped forward, cut grass into horses, and scattered beans into soldiers, and finally turned the tide.
This great magical power also made it famous throughout the world.
Later, Taoist Xuancheng accompanied him to the underworld, and single-handedly killed the Chen Wang God worshipped by the Chen State during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, buying a lot of time for Li Daoxuan.
Over the years, Taoist Master Xuancheng has already cultivated a wisp of pure Yang Qi, and it is said that he has reached the level of breaking through the Yang God realm. He has been in seclusion in the mountains for many years and has never come out again.
When he is promoted to the Yang God realm, the power of his ability to turn beans into soldiers will be greatly enhanced. By then, the world will probably have another great cultivator with amazing combat power.
However, Li Daoxuan did not practice this magical power immediately, but turned and flew towards Sun Simiao.
A moment later, he saw Sun Simiao again, his eyes fixed.
Because the originally vast golden light of merit on the other party's body had all disappeared, leaving only a faint golden shadow at the heart, beating slowly.
Sun Simiao looked even older. He originally had a youthful face and was in good spirits despite his white hair. It would not be a problem for him to live another few decades.
But now his Qi and blood are deficient, his spirit is weak, especially the three fires in his body, which are flickering like a candle in the wind or a fallen leaf in the rain.
His soul is gradually dissipating!
In other words, if he had not been protected by the golden light of merit, he would have been a corpse by now. Because his soul was too weak, he might not even have the chance to reincarnate.
Li Daoxuan had great respect and admiration for him.
It was because he did something that was truly impossible, that is, he used his fasting cultivation and his mortal body to kill the God of Plague!
The gap between the two is so huge that even Li Daoxuan finds it incredible and unbelievable.
The medical saint on earth finally defeated the god of plague.
"Master Li, I have been waiting for you. I know you will win."
Sun Simiao looked at Li Daoxuan with a kind smile. His white hair fluttered in the wind, looking a little messy, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, not cloudy at all.
Even a little bit refreshing.
Just ask the ancient doctors, even the great doctors like Bian Que and Hua Tuo, have they ever killed the plague god who symbolizes disease and death?
If one god dies, ten thousand people will live. How happy it is.
He hadn't been so high-spirited for a long time, as if he had returned to his youth. When his medical skills had just matured, he resolutely refused the recruitment of Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, and chose to travel around the world to treat the people.
Whenever he successfully saved a patient and saw the patient gradually recover and reunite with his family, he would always be in high spirits and very happy.
Li Daoxuan did not say anything, but bowed deeply to Sun Simiao and saluted.
He came from later generations and had great respect for this famous King of Medicine. Now, he was fighting alongside him and witnessed his feat of killing the God of Plague, which made him admire him even more.
There are immortals in the world. Li Daoxuan cultivates longevity, while Senior Sun cultivates the benevolence of a doctor.
Hundreds of years later, perhaps people will forget his name Li Daoxuan, but they will not forget that in the distant Tang Dynasty, there was a doctor named Sun Simiao.
"Although I killed the Locust God, I only relied on my magical powers. Senior, killing the Plague God was a world-shaking feat."
Li Daoxuan saw the shadow at his heart and had already guessed what was going on.
In order to kill the God of Plague, Sun Simiao actually regarded himself as a medicine. Such determination is moving.
"Haha, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I'm also afraid of death. I hesitated for a long time and shrank back. It was only when I saw the willow tree that I made up my mind."
Sun Simiao was very frank and did not hide his inner fear and entanglement at all.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Master Li. I don't have much time left. I have two things to ask of you."
"Please go ahead, senior. But if you have any instructions, I will do my best to fulfill them!"
Li Daoxuan said firmly.
Sun Simiao took out a red-green pill from his sleeve and said, "This is a pill made from the Plague God and the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart. Anyone holding this pill can release infinite plagues and also cure diseases and save lives. I hesitated for a long time, but in the end I couldn't bear to destroy it."
There is no good or bad tool, it all depends on the person.
Even extremely poisonous herbs can be used as medicine to save lives. Sun Simiao is a master of medicine and naturally knows this truth well.
"Please ask the Imperial Master to keep this item for the benefit of the people!"
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, and finally accepted the pill, saying, "Okay."
Although it is only one word, it is as firm as iron.
Sun Simiao took out another object, which was a thick book. The three words on the cover were vigorous and powerful, like flowing clouds and running water.
A prescription worth a thousand gold!
"This book is the summary of my life's hard work. All my medical skills are contained in it."
He stroked the book with his old hands, his movements very gently, as if it was not a book but his own child.
Li Daoxuan said: "Don't worry, senior. I will definitely pass this book to a medical genius and live up to your medical knowledge!"
Sun Simiao shook his head.
"I would like to ask the Heavenly Master to pass this book on to people all over the world."
