Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 25 Taichong Taoist
Li Daoxuan looked at the corpse, feeling a little surprised in his heart, could he... have found the wrong place?

He stepped back to the door to look at the plaque.

Well, there is no plaque at all...

Li Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, let me just say, how could the unfathomable Daoist Zhang Qianyang live here?
Just as he was about to leave, the coffin in the yard suddenly trembled.

Li Daoxuan's whole body tensed up, holding the Five Thunder Talisman in one hand, and holding down the sword hilt with the other, staring closely at the coffin.

The coffin lid was pushed away, Zhang Qianyang yawned and sat up, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, why do you always hit me with the Five Thunder Talisman every time we meet?"

Li Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Five Thunder Talisman, and said with a wry smile: "Master Dao, why do you lie in a coffin every time we meet?"

Zhang Qianyang laughed, jumped out of the coffin, and said: "Who doesn't have any special hobbies, Daoist, apart from good wine, my favorite thing is to sleep in a coffin!"

He carried the corpse on the straw mat into the coffin, covered the coffin, and said: "This guy went to the mountain to cut firewood, but he fell down accidentally. That's called a torn apart. His relatives will send it to me and leave one for the last." decent."

Li Daoxuan asked in surprise, "Master Daoist, are you still doing this?"

Zhang Qianyang rolled his eyes at him, and said: "Do you think that everyone is like you, who can pick up three gold ingots for nothing? These days, there are multiple businesses and multiple paths."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said: "I was embarrassed by people on the way here. Most people in the county know me and think I'm very unlucky. I'm afraid few people will talk to you."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, "Fortunately, I finally found it."

Zhang Qianyang greeted Li Daoxuan to enter the room, the inside was very simple, with two portraits in the center, one was Lao Tzu riding a green bull, and the other was a purple-robed Taoist holding a magic sword and a jade seal.

Zhang Qianyang brewed a cup of tea, sat leisurely on the Taishi chair, crossed his legs, and calmly said: "You came to me because the snake demon is not easy to deal with."

Li Daoxuan was taken aback, and was about to explain, but was interrupted by Zhang Qianyang.

"Actually, I thought you would come to me for help. After all, the snake monster is not weak. Even if you can find its weakness, if the difference in cultivation is too large, it may not help."

Li Daoxuan coughed and said, "Well, Daoist Zhang——"

"It's okay, you're still young, you just practiced Taoism not long ago, it's normal if you can't beat it, it's not shameful, if you can't beat it and still die, it's a shame to lose your life for nothing!"

Zhang Qianyang said earnestly: "I asked you to kill the snake demon, just to see if you will keep your promise and if you have the courage to fight against it. I didn't ask you to die. You can be flexible and let go of unnecessary face ,good!"

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea, obviously very satisfied with his words.

After all this, he not only tested whether the apprentice kept his promise, but also taught him the principle that everything needs to be flexible. The most important thing is that he can subdue the snake demon next time, leaving a deep and unpredictable image in the apprentice's heart.

Back then, he was manipulated by the old man with this method.

Li Daoxuan looked strange, and said: "Well, Daoist, the snake demon... I have already killed it."

"puff!"

Zhang Qianyang spouted out a mouthful of tea, he stared at him, pulled off a few beards, and said, "You, you, what are you talking about?"

"I have already killed the snake demon. I came to the Taoist priest this time to worship you as my teacher and ask for advice on cultivation."

Fearing that Zhang Qianyang would not believe it, Li Daoxuan waved his hand, and a huge snake demon corpse appeared on the ground. Even after being dead for so long, there was still a lingering demonic aura!
Zhang Qianyang was stunned.

When he saw the two horns on the top of the snake monster's head, his eyes were fixed, and he leaned closer to observe carefully. For a long time, he looked at Li Daoxuan as if he was looking at a monster.

"I miscalculated, this snake demon is not an ordinary snake demon, but a different species of snake demon with the blood of a real dragon!"

There was a storm in his heart. Such a powerful snake demon with profound skills and the blood of a real dragon... was killed by this kid alone?

Li Daoxuan nodded, because the Demon Swinging Book had told him long ago that this snake demon has the blood of an ancient black dragon, and it should have been born from the mating of a real dragon and a rattlesnake, and its origins are extraordinary.

"Daozhang, will I cause a big disaster?"

Li Daoxuan was actually a little scared in his heart, if he killed the young one and offended the old one, one day a dragon would really come to seek revenge on him, then he would not be able to stop it.

Zhang Qianyang sneered, and said: "This kind of evil monster, not to mention just a trace of real dragon blood, even if it is a real dragon, it should be slaughtered as it should be!"

After a pause, he glanced at Li Daoxuan, and said: "You became a monk halfway, and you don't understand some secrets. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, immortals and Buddhas have responded less and less to the world. Up to now, even the patriarch Zhang Daoling has stopped responding." I am waiting for the disciples of Longhushan."

"Actually, this is already an open secret. Many gods, Buddhas, immortals and demons, including the Dragon King of the Four Seas and Yama of the Ten Temples, have no longer responded to human sacrifices. The art of summoning gods and dispatching generals in Taoism has almost failed. Except for land and mountain gods, It is very difficult to find traces of gods in the world."

After that, he patted Li Daoxuan on the shoulder, and said: "So don't worry, even if this snake monster has a real dragon father, it may have disappeared by now. Of course, even if it really came, isn't it still there?" Master, mine!"

Li Daoxuan was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he said, "Daoist, what do you mean..."

Zhang Qianyang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, are you still called Daoist?"

Li Daoxuan hurriedly knelt down to worship the teacher, and made a cup of tea to offer.

Zhang Qianyang took a sip, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes. After many years, he was finally ready to accept disciples again.

"Go and offer three sticks of incense to the Patriarch and kowtow."

Li Daoxuan respectfully kowtowed to the two portraits in the center.

"On the left side of the portrait is Dao Patriarch Lao Tzu, and on the right is Zhang Daoling, the patriarch of my Longhu Mountain lineage. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, he was taught the magic method of heavenly scriptures by the Taishang Laojun, established the way of heavenly masters, subdued demons all his life, and finally achieved Taoism and ascended!"

Zhang Qianyang himself bowed to the portrait, changing from his usual arrogance to being very humble.

"My respect is Zhang Qianyang, the eighth-generation disciple of Longhu Mountain. Today I opened the altar to salute, and I will accept a good disciple. He is a man of high quality and pure in heart. He can be accepted as a true biography. He taught me the secret method of Longhu Mountain's celestial master to subdue demons and eliminate demons. By the common people!"

……

After the salute, after paying homage to the patriarch.

Zhang Qianyang's eyes on Li Daoxuan immediately became closer.

"Master, is this all right?"

Zhang Qianyang nodded and said: "Actually, there are still many complicated etiquettes, but when you are away from home, everything is simple. When you return to Longhu Mountain, you can just kowtow to the old man."

After thinking for a moment, he said to Li Daoxuan: "From today onwards, you are the ninth generation of my true disciple of Longhu Mountain. The nine generations of disciples use the word "Tai" as their name, um... from now on your Dao name will be called "Tai". Too aggressive."

"Too aggressive?"

Li Daoxuan coughed and said, "Master, can you change it to something nicer?"

Zhang Qianyang glared at him, and said: "I chose this name because I want you to have more aura of Chongxu, so that you can achieve Dao Fruit. If you are not satisfied, just call Taixu!"

too empty...

Li Daoxuan said with a wry smile: "Yeah, let's call it Taichong, it's pretty good."

From now on, he is the ninth generation true disciple of Longhu Mountain, a Daoist of Taichong.

"By the way, master, what is your dao name?"

For a moment, Zhang Qianyang seemed to be poked into a sore spot, and said angrily: "Go to sleep, wake me up at Yinshi tomorrow morning, and practice!"

　Thanks to Wenling Shicanzai and others for their [-] rewards. Compassionate!
　
(End of this chapter)