Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 245: One Hundred Years of Sword
After Tianmen Mountain, Li Si chased the old monk for another three days. It rained for three days, and finally, he stopped the old monk at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
This time he should have arrived first. Nothing had happened on Mount Wudang yet. The old monk was empty-handed and was about to walk towards the mountain until Li Si stood in front of him.
"It's rare that you came much faster this time than before." The old monk chuckled and squinted his eyes, looking at Li Si and said.
The wound on his chest hadn't healed yet, and his internal energy was still a little unstable. It seemed that the strange old man had left him with serious injuries last time.
"Yeah." Li Si responded softly, holding the sword. Raindrops slid down his hair, making him look a little embarrassed.
Tiny drops of water formed on the rotten wood sword, making the dark blue sword appear darker than before.
"Have you made your plans?" the old monk asked Li Si, with a smile on his face and his hands clasped together in front of him.
"But are you ready to have a real fight with me here?"
"Yeah." Li Si responded lightly again, obviously having made up his mind.
"That's a pity." The old monk turned his head helplessly and said, "I didn't want to kill you so early."
"Maybe I killed you?" Li Si finally stopped just responding and raised his head, looking at the old monk through the rain falling from the sky and asked.
The old monk looked at Li Si strangely and replied.
"Do you think you can kill me?"
He should be the one who knows Li Si's martial arts best. If the two of them really fight, he thinks he has an 80% chance of winning, so he doesn't know where Li Si gets his confidence from.
"Yes." In response to the old monk's question, Li Si simply answered calmly and did not say anything extra.
In fact, at the beginning, Li Si still had a glimmer of hope for the old monk, because since the old monk left Minjiang, he had not killed people indiscriminately. Yuanjie asked for death on his own, and the Minister of War Liu Hanxing was a scum in the court. So in Li Si's view, the old monk might still have a trace of humanity left.
But when the strange old man was killed, the last glimmer of hope he had was extinguished.
He knew that there could be no peaceful ending between him and the old monk.
At the moment, there can only be one outcome between them, that is life and death.
"So." The old monk grinned: "Then let me see why you can kill me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and rain parted, and a giant golden Buddha appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain, supporting the sky and the earth, wrapped in thousands of feet of golden light, overturning the mountains and forests.
"Hmm!? " Zhang Changchen, the head of Wudang who was meditating in Wudang Mountain, suddenly opened his eyes.
He glanced sideways towards the foot of the mountain, feeling the overwhelming power coming from there, and his heart was pounding.
He must have sat there blankly for a while, and then he finally sighed deeply and spoke in a slightly bitter tone.
"Is it coming, or is it coming?"
Not only Zhang Changchen, but almost all the disciples of Wudang Mountain felt the residual power coming from the sky at the first moment.
They gathered together with pale faces until Zhang Changchen walked out of his room and spoke to the disciples.
"Come on, follow me down the mountain to take a look."
The disciples looked at each other, suppressed their fear, and followed Zhang Changchen.
At this time, there were still countless layers of clouds outside the Wudang Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Si looked at the old monk in front of him, feeling the internal energy resonating between heaven and earth, without saying a word.
It was not until a moment later that the giant golden Buddha opened his eyes. He then lowered his head and silently took out a silver needle as thin as a hair from his arms.
Then, without much hesitation, he stabbed the silver needle into his neck.
"prick!"
With a sound of the needle piercing the flesh, veins crisscrossed where the needle had pierced, and Li Si's breathing seemed to have become heavier. His blood was flowing rapidly, filling his limbs and bones, and his skin was instantly covered with a light layer of blood.
Just like what was said a long time ago, Li Si didn't know many martial arts, only four in total: a set of internal strength, a set of light skills, a set of hidden weapon acupuncture, and a set of taking objects with bare hands.
In that set of hidden weapon acupuncture techniques, what he mainly learned was not hidden weapons, but the theory of acupuncture points and meridians. On one page, there was a set of silver needle acupuncture techniques, which he left for himself as a backup, a backup that he could use to risk his life.
Li Si had never mentioned this matter to the old monk before because he felt there was no need to say it. However, he did not expect that he would eventually use this trick on the old monk.
The old monk was stunned for a moment when he saw Li Si's inexplicable behavior.
Then, his eyes became horrified for the first time.
Because in his eyes, Li Si's internal energy was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. From being inferior to him, to being able to match him, and then to suppressing him, until finally, it rose to a point where even he couldn't help but be frightened.
This whole process took only a few breaths from beginning to end, and Li Si stood there calmly the whole time, without moving a single step.
"What did you do?" The old monk looked at Li Si in disbelief and couldn't help but ask.
He could feel that at this moment Li Si's body was suppressing an internal energy that was enough to shake the heaven and earth, as if he was a prehistoric beast about to break out of a cage, ready to devour anyone at any time.
He couldn't tell. How many times was this Li Si's original internal energy? Ten times, dozens of times, or nearly a hundred times?
This is no longer the power of the human world, but a kind of aura that seems like the power of heaven, which makes people feel as if they will disappear in it at any time.
But Li Si did not answer the monk's question. He just took a half step back slowly and spoke with difficulty.
"This needle will take away a hundred years of my life, and I will repay you thirty years of kindness."
As he spoke, he bent down, put the rotten wood sword at his waist, and held the hilt with his hand.
Just as he said, he exchanged a hundred years of mission for this sword, the sword of killing to repay the favor.
The internal energy overflowing from his body fluttered his robe.
The force, almost as condensed as a stream of water, distorted the air and vaporized all the rain around him, turning it into wisps of white mist that dragged behind him.
The blue veins spreading from his neck gradually climbed up to his face, making him look neither human nor ghost, like an evil demon with a red face.
The Wudang people, led by Zhang Changchen, walked down the mountain, saw this scene, and stood there in a daze.
Li Si and the others knew it, but what they didn't know was the mighty aura that rushed into the sky like a sharp sword.
"Monk." Li Si lowered his head slightly and spoke again. Vaporized white mist overflowed from his mouth, half covering his face.
"You should take this sword..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand finally grasped the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, the wind and rain stopped making any sound, the sky turned colorless, and the mountains and forests seemed to be completely silent, with nothing left.
It was not until Li Si pulled the sword out a little that the slight sound of the sword being unsheathed broke the silence and was clearly heard by everyone.
It seemed as if there had never been such a clear sound between heaven and earth, accompanied by the magnificent internal energy that broke through the moving clouds, and the mysterious Buddhist sound from the sky.
"Bang!" The ground within a radius of a hundred feet collapsed an inch. The old monk stood there unable to move, with the Buddha's shadow flickering behind him.
And the rotten wood in Li Si's hand was finally pulled out completely.
"Monk!!!" At this time, Li Si, who had remained calm throughout, suddenly yelled.
His eyes were red, and the scorching energy in them produced wisps of mist that drifted away in the wind.
"The journey is long, have a nice trip!!!" he shouted, and swung the century-old sword in his hand.
The next moment, the clouds and rain in the sky scattered, the trees and forests at the foot of the mountain overturned, the rivers and streams were cut off on both sides, and the sky and the earth were on both sides.
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This sword wipes out all grudges and all hatreds, the clouds break before dawn.
You may also ask the Sutra of Rebirth about how wild ghosts can remain untainted by emotions.
