Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 102: Opening the Furnace
Qiu Shuiqing was also surprised when he saw the casting diagram that Li Muchan took out. However, when he thought of the identity of the person in front of him and his wealth that enabled him to control ghosts and gods, he felt relieved.
But when Zhong Da took out the third casting diagram, the faces of the five elders and Qiu Shuiqing were instantly petrified. All their expressions were frozen, their facial features were stiff, as if they had lost their breath.
Qiu Shuiqing's face first turned pale, then turned red and ugly, with extremely restrained anger in his eyes, but his tone had become cold and grim, he gritted his teeth and said: "Where did you get this?"
It turned out that the third copy was none other than the casting drawing of the "Peacock Feather".
The surprise and joy on the faces of the five elders disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by indifference and hostility.
"Everyone, don't be nervous," Li Muchan remained calm. He turned to look at Kong Que, "Explain it to them."
Then Kong Que greeted Qiu Shuiqing and the five elders one after another and said, "Greetings to the five great masters, my surname is Kong."
"Oh, you are the descendant of Lao Shi?"
When they heard Peacock introduce himself, the looks of the Five Elders and Qiu Shuiqing changed again.
Peacock Villa has gone from prosperity to decline. During this long period of time, after hundreds of years of sedimentation, the casting skills passed down have already reached the pinnacle. The most powerful among them are the Ten Elders. These are ten masters who abandoned their own names and only had their surnames. They have formed their own schools with their own superb casting skills. There are ten families in total , and the surname "Kong" is one of them.
Kong Que said frankly: "This picture was left by my father. In the past, my grandfather was unable to recast the 'Peacock Feather' for the old owner of the manor, which made him regret for the rest of his life. He always felt guilty towards the Qiu family, so he secretly kept this picture, hoping that one day his descendants would be able to rekindle the fire and restore the former glory of the Qiu family."
"Where is your father?" Qiu Shuiqing asked.
Peacock sighed, "Dead... My family has been searching for rare iron for generations, from the boundless ocean in the south to the Black Water in the north, from the west to the frontier, and from the east to the Bohai Sea. My grandfather died of illness in the frontier, and my father drowned in the sea. Their bodies are hard to find."
The five elders stood there in a daze after hearing this, and even Qiu Shuiqing fell silent after hearing this.
"When your grandfather left without saying goodbye, we thought he had found someone else. But we didn't expect him to be so... so stubborn. He still has such a bad temper. He always likes to figure things out on his own..."
As the five elders spoke, tears streamed down their cheeks. Some even beat their chests, sighed, and wailed incessantly.
Li Muchan was filled with emotion as he watched from the side.
Although the world is full of dangers, there are still people willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of "righteousness"; there are also people who have been dormant for decades for the sake of "revenge", hiding in the mud and enduring all kinds of filth, just to take revenge one day; there is also "hatred", how many people hate to death, hate with all means, distort their faces, and lose their original intentions; finally, there is "gratitude", abandoning their homes and careers, and even sacrificing their lives to repay...
There is never a shortage of people with true character in the world!!
"Then why are you taking out this picture now?" Zhong Da asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Of course I plan to recast it."
Qiu Shuiqing's expression became serious again, and he asked in a deep voice: "How sure are you?"
"You didn't even say no, it won't work," Li Muchan laughed even more happily, "Now that the catastrophe is approaching, it's too late to recast the real thing, but as long as there are enough fake ones, their power may be better than the real 'Peacock Feather'."
The Peacock Feather is known as "the best hidden weapon in the world". Both the key mechanism and the hidden arrows it launches are made of extraordinary metal and stone. They become less and less with each use, so they are extremely precious. People mostly hope to kill with one strike and thereby determine the fate of the world.
If we replace them with fake ones, the power may not be enough, but there will be no restrictions on quantity.
If dozens or hundreds of fake "Peacock Feathers" were fired at the same time, and thousands of hidden arrows were fired, even the most powerful master would be defeated by him. He would kill anyone who stood in his way, even Buddha.
Qiu Shuiqing frowned at first, but gradually he understood what Li Muchan meant, and his expression became more interesting.
The peacock on the side had handed over the fake "peacock feather" he had made, which immediately aroused the admiration of the five elders.
Li Muchan asked with a smile: "I wonder how many of these hidden weapons the five seniors can make in such a short period of time?"
Zhong Da stared at the peacock feather in his hand with burning eyes. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "If we only care about the power and not the details of the carving, plus the disciples in the manor and the key mechanisms left over from the past, we can make 10 to 20 pieces a day, but 6 to 7 will be no problem. Even if all the key mechanisms are used up, we can still make 2 to 3 pieces a day."
"Alas," Li Muchan looked at the five elders in front of him, as if he had discovered some treasure, and sighed, "With these five skilled craftsmen in charge, you can actually run the Peacock Villa to such an extent. You are so stupid to think about the Peacock Feather. People must learn to adapt. The hidden weapons of the Tang Sect are unique in the world, and the firearms of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall are feared by the martial arts world. If you can't make the real thing, can't you make a fake one? Finding another way is better than the current situation."
Now there are still two months before the Demon Cult marches eastward. If there are six cases a day, that would be more than three hundred cases. Even if there is a lack of follow-up, there should be at least one or two hundred cases.
Qiu Shuiqing's face flushed red, and he retorted weakly: "How dare I destroy the reputation of our ancestors, and besides..."
"Forget about that," Li Muchan shook his head. "It's better to attack than to defend. If you just cling to your foundation and don't know how to adapt, how can you recreate the glory of your ancestors?"
Qiu Shuiqing gave a helpless smile: "People like you shouldn't venture into the martial arts world, you should go into business."
But he quickly remembered that the man in front of him was already a figure revered as the God of Wealth by all forces in the world.
Li Muchan took a deep breath, and he only sighed in his heart that it was a good thing that he had the urge to go to Peacock Villa that year, otherwise such a great opportunity would have been missed in vain.
The presence of these five master craftsmen is like adding wings to a tiger, better than any magical power.
Li Muchan calmed down his breath, put away the light in his eyes, and said calmly: "After this battle, as long as I am not dead, even if I lose everything, I will find dozens of rare golds and irons for your Qiu family and recast the 'Peacock Feather'."
He spoke very slowly, as if a piece of metal or stone fell to the ground and landed in a pit. Every word he spoke was extremely clear.
Qiu Shuiqing was silent for a moment, then replied with four words: "Okay, I believe you!"
The five elders felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling.
“Hahahaha, open the furnace! Open the furnace!”
…
Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.
The Yellow River is full of turbid waves.
In the lingering rain, several figures appeared on both sides of the river without knowing when.
There were leaders of several sects who came upon hearing the news, as well as lone masters who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time.
The sky was as gloomy as ink, with occasional flashes of thunder and lightning flashing through the clouds, illuminating the solemn and silent faces that looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The rain gradually got heavier and became a little heavy.
These people looked at each other, as if trying to identify each other.
Among them are not only the top swordsmen who have long been famous in the martial arts world like Jing Wuming, but also the rising stars in the sword art, such as Xue Qingbi, who is known as "A Sword of Flying Snow", the holder of the "Sword of Eternal Life", and Yan Shisan, the "Deadly Swordsman" who has made a name for himself in recent years.
There is also the "Xie family" who have been waiting for a long time.
These people were originally enemies due to fate, but at this moment, they were all unprecedentedly calm, as if they were unrelated and had no hatred.
Because their attention was attracted by a figure.
But on the turbid waves, there was a young man standing with a sword over his back, his eyes closed and his hands hanging down. He was wearing a blue shirt and a snow-white forehead band that fluttered in the wind. His whole body looked like a floating leaf, rising and falling, and never falling on the waves. It was particularly magical .
Although his body moved, his position never changed, as if he was rooted there.
This man was no longer alive. Although he was standing in front of everyone, he seemed to have never existed. It was as if he had returned to silence, one with the wind and rain, one with the heaven and earth.
Harmony between man and nature.
There was shock in everyone's eyes.
This man, who was barely in his twenties, had achieved such a state of transcendence after three years of seclusion and meditation.
This person is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, which is located at the foot of Cuiyun Peak and beside the Green Water Lake.
And his opponent has arrived.
The great elder of the Demon Cult.
At the end of the river, as far as the eye can see, a thin and short figure like a child is sitting cross-legged on the river surface, floating with the water.
The wind and rain were pouring down and there was loud thunder.
When the man approached, everyone was startled. It turned out that the man was not sitting on the water. There was a piece of green bamboo under him, only three feet long, which rose and fell with the waves.
Good lightness skill!
Everyone's eyes suddenly widened. In the past, Bodhidharma, an ancient Zen master, had mastered the nature of things and had a profound understanding of the principles of heaven. He left behind a martial arts legend of crossing the river on a reed. Today, this foreign monk from the Western Regions actually dared to imitate the first ancestor of Zen and cast away bamboo to turn it into a boat in an attempt to cross the Yellow River. It was truly hard to imagine how bold and ambitious he was.
Suddenly, the green bamboo stopped and actually stopped above the turbid waves.
The old lama's eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, as if it had turned into substance and penetrated the wind and rain.
"The Central Plains martial arts world is nothing more than this!"
