Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.
The old Heavenly Master woke up from his sleep. During this period, he slept longer and longer, and began to dream. He dreamed of the happy life of wielding swords in the world when he was young, and also dreamed of knowing and accompanying his wife.
"Grandpa, are you awake?"
A kid with braids that skyrocketed came over. He looked about four or five years old. He was very pretty, especially his pair of jet-black eyes, which were full of aura.
The old Heavenly Master looked at him with a kind smile. He opened his arms and held the little boy on his lap.
"Oh, my little Wei Yang is here."
Zhang Wei Yang played with the old Heavenly Master's white beard and twisted it into small braids.
In the entire Longhu Mountain, he is the only one who dares to act so boldly. Even his father Zhang Qianyang, now the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, must be respectful and respectful when he sees the old Celestial Master. If he does something wrong, he will be punished with a stick.
They are the closest to each other across generations, not to mention that Zhang Wei Yang is the only descendant of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master lineage, Du Miao.
"Grandpa, it suddenly started raining red outside, and then I heard a roar, and the rain dispersed. What on earth is going on?"
Zhang Weiyang, who is only four years old, is curious about everything.
The old Heavenly Master raised his eyes to look at the sky. At this moment, the whistling sound had dissipated, but the majesty of overwhelming the world and dictating the world was still stirring in people's hearts.
Gods can kill gods when they stand in the way, and Buddhas can be killed when they stand in the way of Buddha. By single-handedly guarding the Tang Dynasty, Taichong's achievements have far surpassed that of an old man who is about to die.
Qian Yang has not achieved much in his life. His greatest achievement is to find such an amazing and talented disciple for Longhu Mountain.
"The roar just now was caused by your senior brother Taichong."
Hearing the word "taichong", Zhang Weiyang's eyes suddenly brightened.
Senior Brother Li Daoxuan, whose name is Taichong, he has heard this name too many times, up and down Longhu Mountain, even his father who has a straight face all day long will burst into laughter when he hears Taichong.
He was simply happier than seeing his biological son.
Zhang Weiyang was a little jealous at first, but when he heard about the legendary experiences of his senior brother from other senior brothers and sisters, he soon became a little fan.
The Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, the Heavenly Master of the Dragon and Tiger Conquering Demons of the Qianyuan Dynasty who was conferred by the emperor, killed the dragon, the ghost king, the divine ape, and destroyed the terrible Moro sect...
For the little Zhang Weiyang, the stories of his senior brother were so colorful that they made him dazzled and fascinated.
Unfortunately, the eldest brother was too busy. In his limited memory, he only met the eldest brother once, and it was at his father's fiftieth birthday party.
He only vaguely remembered that the senior brother was wearing a blue Taoist robe and looked very good-looking.
At that time, the entire Longhu Mountain was shocked. Everyone was looking at that figure. Even the gentle and beautiful senior sister who took care of him was lost in thought and almost spilled the tea on him.
That night, my father was very happy. He drank a lot of wine and chatted with his senior brother all night. He had never seen his father so happy.
"Grandpa, has Senior Brother done anything big again?"
The old Heavenly Master laughed loudly and said: "Yes, your senior brother has done another spectacular event!"
"What is it? Tell me quickly!"
"He killed the Locust God."
Zhang Wei Yang's eyes widened and he said, "Locust God...is he a god?"
The old master nodded.
"Elder brother, why do you want to kill the Locust God?"
"Because the Locust God killed many people and left many people in the Tang Dynasty with no food to eat. Your senior brother can't stand this kind of thing."
Zhang Weiyang didn't quite understand, and said, "Grandpa, can humans defeat gods?"
"That depends on who it is."
Zhang Weiyang fantasized about his senior brother's demeanor in killing gods, and he was a little crazy.
"Grandpa, I will definitely work hard to practice and become... no, stronger than my senior brother in the future!"
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Master was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
"Grandpa, you're making fun of me!"
Xiao Wei Yang became angry and pulled his grandfather's white beard.
The Heavenly Master touched his head and said with a smile: "Don't make fun of me, don't make fun of me. My dear grandson, don't be angry."
Xiao Wei Yang snorted and said, "I don't believe it, unless...Grandpa, tell me the story of Senior Brother again, if you haven't heard it before!"
"Haha, it's easy to say, let grandpa think about it."
The old Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes with a look of reminiscence, and after a long while, he finally spoke.
"That day, your father took Taichong back to Longhu Mountain for the first time. Grandpa was trapped in a dream. Taichong..."
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. It was a senior sister you had never met before, named Taiwei, who was born with a sword heart. She..."
The Heavenly Master gently patted his grandson on the back and lowered his voice after he fell asleep, but did not stop remembering.
Maybe he is really old, and the things that happened six years ago are already spoken in a stumbling way, as if they were a lifetime ago.
…
Turkic royal court.
The high priest suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of blood appeared on his neck. Dark red blood continued to ooze out, as if he had been slashed by a sharp sword.
But soon, many tiny black bugs crawled out, sucked the blood clean, and returned to normal.
The high priest touched his neck, which still felt tingling, feeling lingering fear.
What a terrible Lee Do Hyun!
The sharp sword intent seemed to follow his incarnation to his real body, making him truly feel the pain of his skin and the danger of beheading.
The most frightening thing is that from the beginning to the end, he didn't even see Li Daoxuan and was defeated by his sword.
"Hmph, Li Daoxuan, you are indeed a terrible opponent, but I have also left a mess for you."
The high priest sneered, with a look of contentment in his eyes.
He planned the Dengzhou incident, and his main purpose was to regain the last box. Of course, he didn't mind giving a 'big gift' to Datang.
The name of that gift is the God of Plague and the God of Locusts.
Using Jia Huo, a chess piece that had been lying dormant for many years, he summoned the evil god by sacrificing the land of the Tang Dynasty, weakening the power of the Tang Dynasty, and at the same time, he did not have to pay any price.
Such a plan to kill two birds with one stone is perfect.
No matter how powerful Li Daoxuan is, he may have a headache at this moment and be helpless. Facing the two gods, no matter how strong he is, he can only escape from Dengzhou in panic and barely protect himself.
The high priest hopes that Li Daoxuan can stay in Dengzhou and fight to the death with the two gods.
Of course, he also knew that it was impossible. After all, Li Daoxuan was the Yang God and the Great Master of the Tang Dynasty. How could he risk his life for a small Dengzhou?
"Li Daoxuan, based on what I know about you, you must have fled in panic at this moment, and you are planning to call someone when you go back. It is no more than the old heavenly master from Longhu Mountain, or the ghost fairy empress from Qingming Realm——"
Just when he thought he had a plan in mind and a pearl of wisdom within his grasp, there was a sudden thunder from outside, and then a rain of blood fell.
"When the gods fall, the world and the earth are sad. How can this be-"
Before he finished speaking again, a majestic howl shook the mountains and rivers, shaking the sky, scattering the blood rain, roaring the tragic wind, and indescribable heroic spirit.
The high priest used his Dharma Eyes to follow the sound.
He saw an unruly figure with a sword on his back, wearing a green robe and dancing, like a big flag holding up the sky and shaking the earth, holding down the universe, the sun and the moon, and looking in all directions.
The head is that 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 a pair of eyes as bright as the moon, looking at him with a stern look.
The high priest's eyes suddenly pierced, as if being pricked by needles.
He closed his eyes, and wisps of blood slipped down. His eyeballs seemed to have been severely injured. The black bugs came out again, squirming under his eyelids. After a while, the high priest opened them again.
He never dared to look eastward again.
"This person is really terrible. No, we have to speed up the process of his awakening. Fortunately, the box will be delivered tomorrow."
"Unless Li Daoxuan dies, our Turks will never have peace!"
…
Tang Dynasty, Qi County.
Li Daoxuan breathed out the true fire of Samadhi, completely burning the body of the Locust God into ashes and disappearing into smoke.
At this moment, the "Book of Demons and Demons" in his mind shined brightly, blooming with brilliant brilliance, and lines of small golden characters emerged.
"Haha, as expected you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
If it were someone else, without the Book of Demons, they might choose to put away the body of the Locust God. After all, it was the body of a god and contained the secret of becoming an immortal.
In this era where 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 book of heaven had not lit up, it meant that the other party was not completely dead.
Therefore, no matter what her evil tricks are, just burn them all and avoid future troubles!
Killing gods with a mortal body, the light of "The Book of Demons" is very dazzling, which hints at the richness of the reward.
"In August of the seventh year of Zhenguan, I killed the locust god in Qi County, Dengzhou, and received the reward - the great power of Tiangang [Throwing beans to form an army]!"
"Sowing beans creates soldiers, one of Tiangang's thirty-six magical powers. Picking beans from the world and summoning soldiers from heaven can produce strong men who can move mountains and generals who can conquer demons. They can go through fire and water with unwavering loyalty..."
Li Daoxuan's heart moved, he didn't expect it to be this magical power.
In the current world, only Taoist Xuancheng from Maoshan, Lu Chunliang's master, has cultivated 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 crops. Soldiers can turn the tide.
It also made this great magical power famous all over the world.
Later, Taoist priest Xuancheng accompanied him to the underworld and single-handedly killed Chen Wangshen, who was worshiped by the Chen Kingdom during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, buying Li Daoxuan a lot of time.
Over the years, Taoist Master Xuancheng has long cultivated a ray of pure Yang Qi. It is said that he has reached the threshold of breaking through the Yang Shen realm. He has been in seclusion in the mountains all year round and has never been born again.
When he is promoted to the Yangshen Realm, the power of spreading beans into soldiers will be greatly improved. By then, there will probably be another great monk with astonishing combat power in the world.
However, Li Daoxuan did not immediately practice this magical power. Instead, he turned around and flew in the direction of Sun Simiao.
A moment later, he saw Sun Simiao again, his eyes narrowed.
Because the originally vast golden light of merit and virtue on the opponent's body had all disappeared, leaving only a faint golden shadow in his heart, beating slowly.
Sun Simiao has become older. He was originally a boy with white hair and a strong spirit. It is not a problem to live for another few decades.
But now I am depleted of energy and blood, and my spirit is listless, especially the three fires around my body, which are swaying unsteadily, like candles left in the wind or leaves falling in the rain.
His soul is gradually dissipating!
In other words, if it were not for the protection of the golden light of merit, he would have been a corpse by now. Even because his soul was too weak, he might not even have the chance to be reincarnated.
Li Daoxuan was in awe and admiration for him.
Just because he accomplished something truly impossible, which was to kill the God of Plague in a mortal body with the cultivation of Bigu!
The gap between the two is so vast that even Li Daoxuan finds it incredible and unbelievable.
The sage of medicine in the world 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 was swaying in the wind and looked a little messy, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and not muddy at all.
Even a little fun.
I would like to ask the ancient doctors, even the miracle doctors like Bian Que and Hua Tuo, how could they ever kill the god of plague, which 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 he had just begun to develop medical skills. He resolutely refused the solicitation of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty Yang Jian and chose to travel around the world to treat people's illnesses.
Whenever he successfully saves a patient and sees the patient gradually regaining health and being reunited with his family, he is always high-spirited and happy.
Li Daoxuan did not speak, but bowed deeply to Sun Simiao and saluted.
He came from the later generations, and he already had great respect for this medicine king who was famous for generations. Now he fought side by side with him and witnessed his feat of killing the god of plague, and he was even more filled with admiration.
There is immortality in this world. Li Daoxuan cultivates immortality, while Senior Sun cultivates benevolence as a doctor.
Hundreds of years later, perhaps the world 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 power. My predecessors killed the Plague God, which was an earth-shattering feat."
Li Daoxuan saw the shadow of his heart and had already guessed it.
In order to kill the god of plague, Sun Simiao actually used himself as a medicine. Such determination is touching.
"Haha, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm also afraid of death. I hesitated for a long time and hesitated to move forward. But I finally made up my mind when I saw the willow tree."
Sun Simiao was very magnanimous and did not hide any of his inner fears and entanglements.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Tianshi Li. I don't have much time. I have two things to ask of you."
"Senior, please tell me, but if you are told, I will try my best to do it!"
Li Daoxuan was decisive.
Sun Simiao took out a red-green elixir from his sleeve and said: "This is an elixir made from the God of Plague and the Exquisite Heart of the Seven Orifices. Those who hold this elixir can not only release endless diseases, but also cure diseases and save people. I hesitated for a long time, and finally I couldn’t bear to destroy it.”
Utensils are not good or bad, it all depends on the people.
Even highly poisonous grass can be used as medicine to save people. Sun Simiao is a master of medicine, so he naturally knows this truth.
"Please ask the Imperial Master to keep this thing for the benefit of the common people!"
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, finally accepted the pill and said, "Okay."
Although there 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 as powerful as flowing clouds and flowing water.
A thousand pieces of gold!
"This book is the summary of my lifelong efforts. All my medical skills lie in this."
He stroked the book with his old hands very gently, as if it was not a book but his own child.
Li Daoxuan said: "Senior, don't worry, I will definitely pass this book on to a medical wizard, and he will live up to his unique medical knowledge!"
Sun Simiao shook his head.
"I want to ask the heavenly master to pass this book on to everyone in the world."
...(End of chapter)
