The Chen couple stayed at the foot of Baofeng Mountain for a night. Although Ma Daojin was killed by Zhang Yan, it was inevitable that they were still on tenterhooks. Especially Chen Jishi, who had several nightmares that night. He was drenched in cold sweat. Every time, he dreamed that Ma Daojin would turn into a malicious ghost and come to his door, wanting to eat his heart and liver. Strange no pop-up window.
Chen Fujin was not afraid at all, but she could empathize with her husband. She comforted him, "Husband, don't be alarmed. With Zhang Daozhang's boy guarding the door, no malicious ghost will be able to enter. Even if it really comes to the door, it will just be killed again."
These words were actually nonsense. Not to mention that Primordial Spirits had not cultivated and did not have the ability to harm people, even a real malicious spirit would not dare to touch the bad luck and come to the foot of Ju Rong Mountain where Baofeng Temple was located to commit murder.
But these words were enough to make Chen Jishi feel at ease.
Chen Jishi recalled the scene of the Daozhang treading on the water and killing his way in as if he was mowing grass. Although he still trembled at the thought of the bloody scene, his fear had indeed calmed down quite a bit.
He let out a long sigh and said, "Wife, I heard everything you said to Zhang Daojin during the day. Do you really want to send our child to learn the Dao from Zhang Daojin?"
Chen Fujin suddenly turned her head and stared at Chen Jishi. She said in a low voice, "Husband, are you not willing?"
Chen Jishi looked at the beam in the room and said, "It's not that I'm not willing, it's just that our Chen family has few descendants, and I still don't have anyone to carry on the family line. If this son …"
Chen Fujin pushed him and said, "You, I don't even know whether the child in my stomach is a boy or a girl. How come you have a son? I'm still young. If this child becomes Zhang Daozhang's disciple, I'll give birth to another child for your Chen family to carry on the family line. "Towards the end, her cheeks were slightly red.
Chen Jishi did not speak.
Not only can he ride the clouds, but he can also predict the past and the future. Even when I was in Baofeng Temple, I have never seen a Daoist with such supernatural powers. He is clearly an immortal. If our child can become his disciple, it will be a great blessing. If he achieves Dao in the future, you and I will also be able to benefit from it. We will take some elixirs and live longer than Chang Jin. At least we will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of our lives. We might even be able to set up a monument and be worshipped. "
Chen Fujin only said these words to dispel his husband's worries, but Chen Jishi remained silent. After a long while, he asked, "Wife, how many months are you pregnant?"
Chen Fujin glared at him and said with dissatisfaction, "How could you forget this? It's already been eight months."
Chen Jishi sighed and said, "I was thinking that if it wasn't for this child, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many problems."
When Chen Fujin heard this, she was slightly annoyed and said angrily, "How can you think that way? It's clearly my child who brought us good fortune." She turned her back to Chen Jishi and did not dare to talk to him anymore.
Chen Jishi sighed and put his hand on Chen Fujin's shoulder and said, "Wife is right, it's your husband's fault."
Chen Fujin twisted her body and threw a little tantrum, but finally turned around and said in a low voice, "Then from now on, you are not allowed to say bad things about my child."
"Yes," Chen Jishi smiled bitterly and said, "I'll listen to my wife."
But he silently said in his heart, "Two more months …" His hand that was being hit tightly clenched into a fist.
Chen Fujin was completely unaware of this. After a while, her breathing became heavy and she had already fallen asleep.
Zhang Pan, who was outside, had sharp ears and eyes, so he heard the conversation between the husband and wife clearly. However, he was a demon and did not understand the ways of the world, so he did not understand the meaning behind their words. If it were Mountain River Boy here, he would probably be able to sense that something was wrong.
Across the river, under the crescent moon, a middle-aged Daoist dressed in an Eight Trigrams robe stared at the mountain on the other side of the river. He stomped his feet and cursed, "That Old Daoist Ma is a piece of trash. What was supposed to be a sure thing was ruined by him!"
A broad-faced man in short attire with a calm expression said, "I've sent someone to check the ferry and dragged the colorful boat back. The corpses of Priest Ma and his servant are full of cut marks. It seems that they were killed by a sharp weapon like a flying sword. I heard that it was done by a Daoist from Baofeng Monastery."
"Baofeng Temple?" The Daoist was taken aback and frowned. "Master once said that Monastery Master Lu is quite skilled and told us not to provoke him for no reason. This matter is a little tricky."
The broad-faced man said coldly, "No matter how difficult it is, we must do it. The Soul Convening Bell is still in that girl's hands. Without it, the Six Spirit Bells will not be complete. Now that the Bao Zhi Conference is about to begin, without this instrument, how can Young Master display his power?"
The Daoist thought for a while and shook his head. "Your Young Master is really something. The Bao Zhi Conference is filled with masters who can fly. Although he has learned Dao, he has not opened his meridians. His cultivation may not be as high as yours, what use is there for him to go?"
The Daoist snorted and said, "Young Master is talented and has been taken in by an old immortal. How can you and I speculate? Fortunately, there is still some time before the Bao Zhi Conference. We can just find another opportunity. "
The Daoist snorted and seemed to be somewhat disapproving.
Zhang Yan meditated and cultivated in Baofeng Temple every day. For half a month, he appeared as Li Yuanba and addressed Lu Yaoying as Junior Brother.
There were more than twenty disciples in Lu Yaoying's monastery. Five of them were conferred as third-grade Daoist masters by Emperor Yongding of Great Liang, while the other two were cultivating in the monastery. All of them were old Daoists with white hair and youthful faces. They did not know where this young Uncle-Master came from. Although they were unwilling, they could only follow the rules and call him Uncle-Master.
Zhang Yan was wondering if the two kids who claimed to be disciples of Taihao School were not coming.
He waited until the end of the month. On this day, he was meditating in the quiet room when he heard someone shouting at the door, "Lu Daoren, I am here again. Come out quickly, let me pluck your beard."
When Lu Yaoying heard this voice, his heart relaxed for no reason. He felt his mind was unprecedentedly calm.
If there were no accidents, after today, he would be able to go overseas and return to the sect. Thinking of this, he became excited. He tidied up his Daoist robe and strode out of the courtyard. Stroking his beard, he smiled and said, "Two Daoists are here again. But I'm afraid you two won't be able to pluck my beard today, Daoren."
Two people stood in front of him. One was a fair-skinned boy. He stood on a flying gourd and imitated the Daoist with his hands behind his back, looking down arrogantly.
The other was a thirteen or fourteen year old girl. Her eyes were like limpid autumn waters, but there was a hint of cleverness on her face. She was standing on a banana leaf.
When she saw Lu Yaoying, she bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, my little brother is not sensible. I apologize."
Lu Yaoying's eyelids twitched. Not sensible? Why didn't she say that when she wanted to burn my eyebrows with the gourd?
However, his mind was currently focused on going to Clear Feather Sect, so he was not in the mood to argue with these two. He said in a deep voice, "You don't have to waste your breath. I'd rather destroy that Dragon Flame Fragrant Tongue Grass than take it out."
The girl was surprised and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu only knows the name of this spirit herb?"
Lu Yaoying replied, "What a joke. This spirit herb was planted here by I, so how could I not know?"
The girl shook her head and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, why do you have to say such lies? This herb was clearly lost here by an elder of my clan a hundred years ago. How did it become yours?"
Lu Yaoying smiled and pointed at his Daoist bun. "You don't have to say anything else. My hair and beard are here. If you have the ability, go ahead and burn them again."
The girl thought to herself, This Daoist Lu was so timid last time, but he's so tough today. Could it be that he's brought someone from the sect over like little martial uncle said? This time, my little brother and I came out without little martial uncle's knowledge. We have to be careful.
Thinking of this, her eyes revealed a vigilant look.
The boy beside her could not hold it in anymore. He clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Daoren, just you wait. Watch my Wind and Fire Gourd!"
Just as he was about to make a move, the young girl's expression changed, and she hurriedly pulled her brother to the side. A black shadow flew past where they were just standing, producing a muffled whistling sound, and the wind that swept up caused their robes to flutter.
There was a rumble on the other side, and the walls collapsed. Smoke and dust flew everywhere. The girl was shocked. When she took a closer look, she realized that the object was actually a copper hammer the size of a person's head. Thinking about how this thing had almost hit her, her face turned pale.
At this moment, Zhang Yan walked out from the backyard. He was playing the role of a mighty young man, so he shouted, causing the roof tiles to tremble and dust to fall. He said, "Where did this brat come from? You dare to make things difficult for my senior brother?"
He had seen them from behind just now. These two were only at the Light Qi Realm. It was just that Lu Yaoying's cultivation was too smooth and did not know how to fight with cultivators. Otherwise, how could these two be a match for a Mystic Light Realm cultivator?
When she saw Zhang Yan walk out, the young woman's bright eyes sized him up and said, "So you're the reinforcement that Old Daoist Lu invited?"
While speaking, her hand quietly reached into the pouch on her waist and suddenly took out a hairpin. With a shake of her hand, she threw the hairpin towards Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan laughed coldly, but he did not dodge. With a clang, the hairpin hit his forehead and bounced away.
The girl frowned and waved her hand to take the hairpin back. She found that the tip of the hairpin had been broken, and she was shocked. Although she only did this to test Zhang Yan's strength, a normal flying sword might not be able to make a dent in it, let alone a body made of flesh and blood.
His body was so strong that only a strength path cultivator could have this ability.
Strength Dao cultivators cooked external herbs and watered internal herbs. There were less than one in a hundred Strength Dao cultivators, but those who really stepped on this path were not ordinary people.
The girl cursed in her heart. Originally, it was still difficult to deal with Lu Daoren, but now there was a person who called himself Junior Brother Lu Daoren, and it seemed like his cultivation was even higher. How could the two of them deal with him?
Her eyes turned and she said, "Little brother, why aren't you taking out the treasure?"
The boy replied with an "oh" and was about to take out the gourd when he felt his neck tighten. It was his big sister pulling him into the clouds.
Zhang Yan took a deep breath and his chest puffed up. He then let out a "ha" and spat out a wave of air into the sky.
This wave of air chased after them like a hurricane, and when it passed through the air, the two siblings felt the sky spin and the earth spin, and then they fell from the sky.
(To be continued)
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