Yinshan Record

Chapter 20 The One-Eyebrowed Taoist

"Oh no, Master, there's a ghost."

The more astute of the two disciples of the yellow-robed Taoist spotted Su Che's figure in the distance, immediately began to perform a series of magical steps, formed hand seals, and then pulled out a handful of glutinous rice from his waist and haphazardly scattered it over.

"The Heavenly Soldiers and Earthly Fire Order, my Dao manifests divine might, its decree is like thunder, break it for me."

A handful of glutinous rice was like a sudden downpour, and just as Su Che was about to speak, a few grains of raw rice entered his mouth.

"Hey, this kid does have some skills."

“Senior brother, this brat isn’t afraid of your Heavenly Soldiers and Earthly Fire Token, so he’s probably an old devil.”

Another junior brother, who looked about twenty years older than his senior brother, had narrow eyes and a long face, and spoke with a cold and aloof expression.

"Don't worry, watch my peach wood sword and Maoshan talisman." The senior brother drew a peach wood sword from behind him and wrapped two yellow talismans on it.

"The talisman commands the Nine Netherworlds, the orthodox teachings of Maoshan, the primordial yang of the Nine Heavens, transform into the edge of my sword. My Dao manifests divine power, hasten..."

He struck a pose reminiscent of Kui Xing kicking the Dipper, and was about to strike Su Che with a peach wood stick.

Before he could even move the peach wood sword, a slap came flying toward the back of his head.

"Burning incense without consulting the gods, you make the wise men laugh. Such haste and recklessness, what kind of behavior is this?"

The yellow-robed Taoist had unibrows and a mustache. He raised his right hand and slapped his disciple on the back of the head.

"How many times have I told you? When I see the sword aura gathering between your brows, you must be from the East Sea Pavilion. Do you still dare to act recklessly after meeting a master of swordsmanship?"

As he spoke, the yellow-robed Taoist bowed to Su Che in greeting.

"Guo Bei County Maoshan Moxue Lin Jiugong greets fellow Daoist. My two disciples are unworthy and have disturbed you."

Su Che looked at the three people in the group and felt a strange sense of familiarity. He then came up with an alias for himself.

"Yue Buqun, a recluse, greets fellow Daoist. In this world, people are neither human nor ghost. It is only by exchanging blows upon meeting that we, as Daoists, can show our true colors of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path. There is no need for any disturbance."

"It is ultimately my fault for failing to discipline him properly." The One-Eyebrowed Taoist looked at Su Che: "Where do you come from, fellow Taoist?"

"People of the martial world, do good deeds and don't worry about the future. Passing through Shanyin, I heard that there is a tree demon causing trouble here, so I came to investigate."

“Brother Dao, you’re too late. The wood spirit that was entrenched here has already been injured by the new county magistrate of Shanyin County and has disappeared somewhere.” Lin Jiugong looked around and said, “The wood energy here has receded, which means that the wood spirit has moved away.”

Has the one-eyed one left?

This guy dared to go to the county government office a second time, he was determined to get the one-armed guy, how could he abandon his old nest like this?

My own book, "The Records of the Mysterious Center," clearly states that wood spirits are most attached to their roots and rarely move away.

Su Che thought of the one-eyed monster's arm, which was neither gold nor iron.

Perhaps I guessed wrong, and that guy wasn't a Wood Spirit at all.

"Now that the Wood Spirit has left, what brings you and your disciple here?"

"We came here to chase a zombie."

"That guy has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, and has forged himself into a copper head and iron arms..."

"Master accepted a reward of ten taels of silver and wants to bring back the zombie's head."

"We'll have Shaoxing wine when we get back."

"They have poached chicken, roast suckling pig, roast goose..."

Lin Jiugong's two lively apprentices started gesturing and chanting, and the two of them collaborated on a recitation of the menu.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the face of the One-Eyebrow Taoist.

When faced with wandering swordsmen, his own style of taking money to do things was embarrassing.

"Hahahaha, that's excellent. I'll travel with Brother Lin. I only need a plate of roast goose to go with my wine."

He truly is a swordsman; what a noble and upright Yue Buqun!

Yue Buqun, meaning profound and majestic, outstanding and extraordinary, is a fine name.

Lin Daoren was deeply impressed. "In that case, I'll trouble you, Brother Dao."

Su Che nodded.

"Please lend your disciple the peach wood sword."

Lin Jiugong was taken aback when he heard this. Do swordsmen who travel the martial arts world no longer carry swords?

"Alright, Qiusheng, present the sword."

The lively Qiu Sheng smiled upon hearing this, channeled his strength into his hand, and tossed the peach wood sword in his hand over.

He still harbored the intention of testing the "swordsman" before him.

If Su Che had encountered such a scene last night, he would have stomped his feet and sighed. However, having just returned from the Zhongshan Gathering today, he already possessed a superb sword technique instilled by Zhongyuan.

The Mirage Yuan Sword that Zhongyuan sent to Su Che's Niwan Palace not only brought the training method of this sword technique, but also his insights and understanding of it.

Once the initiation is performed, it is as if one has practiced martial arts for decades and become highly proficient.

Su Che joined his left index and middle fingers into a sword-like gesture, placing a point in the center of the peach wood sword. The sword spun several times along Su Che's right hand as an axis, finally dissipating the force of Qiu Sheng's throw and floating horizontally in the air. Then, he casually removed the peach wood sword with his right hand.

"Amazing."

Qiu Sheng, being a young man by nature, immediately cheered when he saw Su Che's move.

Lin Jiugong nodded in agreement. With such a swordsman by his side, the chances of defeating that scoundrel had increased by three points.

The three of them continued searching inside the withered forest monastery.

Although the moonlight was not bright that night, it was still enough to discern the way ahead. Phosphorescent lights flickered among the broken walls and ruins from time to time, which made it possible to see the road ahead.

Suddenly, Lin Jiugong's nose twitched slightly, and he placed the mirror in his left hand in front of his chest.

Directly ahead, a ball of eerie blue phosphorescent light was drifting this way.

"There's something unclean here, everyone should stay away."

The One-Eyebrowed Taoist didn't say much. He led Su Che and the others to the side and hid behind a withered pine tree.

The blue flame moved forward, and two figures dressed in monks' robes appeared in the moonlight.

"Damn it, One-Eyed is finally gone. If we could bask in the moonlight like this every day, maybe we could become stronger. If we could receive the Emperor's Dew a few times, our ghost bodies could be more stable."

"What are you thinking? Our bodies are incomplete. Being a headless ghost is already a blessing from our ancestors. You still want to go further? Don't dream."

Two monks strolled under the moonlight, dressed in robes and hemp shoes, with prayer beads on their hands.

Unfortunately, their necks had clean, sharp cuts.

The leader of the Six Yang Sect, bearing scars, is nowhere to be found.

“I’ve heard that there’s a Yin-Yang Dharma King in Guobei County, who is incredibly powerful and the leader of the ghost cultivation lineage. Perhaps if we seek refuge with him, we might have a future.”

“Junior brother, first of all, you heard it from a ghost. Secondly, I’ve developed an illness these past few years that makes me unable to bear the words ‘head,’ ‘leader,’ or ‘head.’”

"Sigh, being stuck here every day is worse than death."

"Junior brother, we are already dead."

"Senior brother, if we follow the Buddhist six realms of existence, which realm would we be considered to?"

“I think we should be considered to be in the realm of hungry ghosts. Heaven, Asura, and humans, these three realms must all have a head, as do animals, hungry ghosts, and hell. Even animals should have a head.”

"Shouldn't a hungry ghost have a mouth too?"

"Perhaps it's because we're in the Central Plains, not under the jurisdiction of the West. And junior brother, even without a mouth, you still have too many questions."

puff.

Su Che turned his head.

But then he saw Lin Daoren's unfortunate disciple named Wencai, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)