The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 52 The Pharmacist's Pure Light Blade
Why do you look so pale?

In the Fu family study, Fu Guosheng looked up from behind his executive desk, his tone unusually concerned.

"I didn't get enough rest yesterday..."

Fu Juemin stood in front of the table, thought for a moment, and added, "He got a bit of a fright on the street again."

"Then don't go out during this period."

Fu Guosheng picked up the pen cap in front of him and gently closed the gold fountain pen in his hand. "There's still this Ci Zun cult commotion in the city. Yesterday, Hu Fulai was attacked at the Dasheng Street intersection."

Hu Fulai is the county magistrate of Luanhe County.

Fu Juemin was taken aback, somewhat surprised. "Father, County Magistrate Hu was attacked and injured by thugs from the Cizun Sect?"

"I'm not injured."

Fu Guosheng shook his head and said calmly, "Just like you, I was only a little frightened."

Fu Guosheng waved his hand and said, "If you have nothing to do, just stay home and study the account books. Practicing martial arts all the time isn't a proper thing to do."

Fu Juemin's expression shifted, and he replied "Okay," then obediently left the study.

As he closed the study door, Fu Juemin's expression revealed a strange look.

Fu Guosheng actually told him to take a look at the account books more often. Was this an indication that he intended for him to start taking over the Fu family business?
It seems that he has been behaving himself lately, not causing any trouble or getting into problems. In addition, his second uncle, Fu Guoping, probably said a lot of good things about him to Fu Guosheng, which has greatly changed his father Fu Guosheng's attitude towards him.

During the past few months of martial arts training, all sorts of expenses have been incurred, and Fu Guosheng has not said a word. Instead, he even asked him to take a look at the account books when he had time.

good thing.

Fu Juemin walked into the living room and saw the butler, Chen Bo, so he casually asked him to have someone brew a bowl of ginseng tea.

Then I went up to the third floor and returned to my room.

Upon entering the bedroom, he sat down at the desk.

He opened the drawer beside him, picked up two twenty-year-old black leaf stone tigers that Xu Shirong had given him, and put them in his mouth, chewing them casually.

These things look like cicada pupae, and I don't know why they're called "Stone Tigers".

Perhaps it's because the medicine is as potent as a tiger?
After swallowing two stone tiger pills mixed with water, Fu Juemin felt his slightly depleted body recover somewhat.

"【Listening】."

Fu Juemin tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, his eyes gleaming. He finally couldn't resist and activated [Listening] once again.

"Peeping" is an extremely contradictory psychological state.

On the one hand, it brings people the intellectual pleasure of omniscience, and on the other hand, it makes people feel morally uneasy.

Everyone has a desire to pry into the privacy of others, and Fu Juemin is no exception.

The desire to pry into others' privacy is like an invisible hand reaching out from the darkness, making you feel both eager for the truth and afraid of knowing more, while gradually pulling you into the abyss.

Fu Juemin was well aware of this, but having just tasted something new, he found it hard to resist.

What he heard in his mansion after nightfall was quite different from what he heard during the day.

He listened for a while, then got down to business, starting to search for clues about the colorful-robed man of the Cizun Sect amidst the mixed sounds.

He remembered the man in colorful clothes' voice, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

"Is she asleep? Or dead?"

Fu Juemin frowned, thought for a moment, and then tried to change the filter back to his own name.

"Fu Juemin! Fu Juemin! Fu Juemin..."

There are advantages to the night; the sound of his name being murmured is undoubtedly much less compared to the daytime.

As usual, Fu Juemin searched for a familiar voice, and soon a voice that seemed familiar entered his mind.

The source of this sound may be too far away, approaching the limit of the range of the [Hearing] ability.

The voice was broken and intermittent.

"...That idiot ordered him to kill Fu Juemin, but not only did he fail, he also got himself killed."

"...That rat demon also ran away; it was originally intended to be the Fire Commander's rations."

"Go back and inform Commander Ming to send someone..."

"rustle."

Like a radio suddenly losing its signal, the sound vanishes without a trace.

In the unlit bedroom, the bright moonlight streamed in. Fu Juemin sat in the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach, his eyes gleaming.

Based on the conversation he overheard, he was almost certain that it was related to the man in colorful clothes he was looking for.

At the same time, I finally remembered who the voice was coming from.

A handsome young man in a gray Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses flashed through his mind.

Zhao Xinhua!
Xu Leyi's friend was also the one who last called the police when he was kidnapped by bandits last time.

"No wonder this guy arrived so quickly last time. It turns out he had planned this all along..." Some clues quickly wove together in his mind, and Fu Juemin soon sorted out the whole matter.

He always believed that the colorful-clad man from the Compassionate Sect approached him because he shared a connection with the same kind of evil spirits as him.

Only now do I realize that it was all instigated by Zhao Xinhua.

It seems that there is another force behind Zhao Xinhua.

"Fire General", "Bright General".

These are some key words that Fu Juemin gleaned from Zhao Xinhua's words.

The one he called "Fire General" was, according to Zhao Xinhua, actually planning to use the rat demon as food. Could it also be a demon?

If the Fire Marshal is an evil spirit, then the Bright Marshal is probably a demon's accomplice.

Fu Juemin frowned. The key point was that this wicked duo seemed to be plotting some grand scheme, and Zhao Xinhua was a pawn they had sent.

"This matter... needs to be discussed properly with my second uncle."

He thought for a moment and tried searching for Zhao Xinhua's voice again, but he couldn't find it no matter how many times he tried.

"never mind."

Fu Juemin simply gave up, "Since we've already locked onto Zhao Xinhua, we don't necessarily have to use [Youling] to eavesdrop. We can just have someone keep an eye on him later."

Zhao Xinhua came for him. Originally, he was in the open and Zhao Xinhua was in the dark. Now that he had overheard his secret, their positions had been reversed, and he was in the open while Fu Juemin was in the dark.

"Should we send someone to remind Su Hui as well?"

"Hmm, would you like to hear what Su Hui is doing right now?"

In an instant, Fu Juemin's mind was churning with thoughts, and countless ideas and plans arose.

He listened haphazardly for a while, and all sorts of filth entered his ears, causing his mind to wander.

At that moment, Fu Juemin suddenly grasped a sliver of the true meaning of the words "幽听" (you ting).

In a secluded place, listen to the whispers of the human heart and the demons.

This demonic realm exists in the hearts of others, and also in his own heart.

If one is not careful, one may fall into eternal damnation.

"This talent should be used with caution."

Fu Juemin stood up and walked around the room in the moonlight, trying to calm the many distracting thoughts and delusions in his mind.

He stood by the window for a while, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of blood in his veins, and gradually calmed down.

But he still couldn't find complete peace of mind. After thinking for a while, he simply took out the Medicine Buddha Sutra and began to recite it silently in the moonlight.

"His body is like crystal, clear and bright inside and out, pure and without blemish; his light is vast and his merits are immeasurable."

After reciting it several times, Fu Juemin finally felt the distracting thoughts in his mind gradually disappear.

Whether this process happened to coincide with some of the truths contained in the "Medicine Buddha Sutra" or not, Fu Juemin vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped some of the mystery of the "immaculate meaning" required by the "Medicine Buddha Body".

This feeling is hard to describe, like the moonlight reflected in the room before your eyes—you can see it, you can feel it, but you can't touch it.

"If I use [Hidden Listening] to generate distracting thoughts and then silently recite the Medicine Buddha Sutra to dispel them... will that accelerate my understanding of 'Pure Mind'?"

Fu Juemin's eyes lit up, realizing he had found a shortcut to accelerate the cultivation of the "Medicine Master's Glass Body".

He flipped through the Medicine Buddha Sutra with some delight. Under the moonlight, the pages, which were neither paper nor silk, shimmered with a faint glow.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew in.

The entire scripture was flipped through quickly in Fu Juemin's hands, page by page, making a rustling sound.

In a daze, Fu Juemin seemed to vaguely see some patterns and contents that he had never seen before between the pages of the Buddhist scriptures.

Fu Juemin was startled and quickly picked up the Buddhist scripture and flipped through it rapidly again under the moonlight.

He had this Medicine Buddha Sutra in his hands for so long that he could almost recite its contents by heart. He knew exactly what was written on each page.

How come there are things he hasn't seen before?
After several attempts, Fu Juemin finally picked up a page of Buddhist scripture, held it up to the moonlight, and tried to slowly change the angle.

On the paper-thin pages, the original text of "The Medicine Buddha's Lapis Lazuli Body" had quietly disappeared, and new text and images slowly appeared.

Fu Juemin squinted at the first few tiny words.

"Pharmacist. The Cleansing Blade?"

"Good guy"

Fu Juemin murmured to himself, "It's still optical variable anti-counterfeiting technology."

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This chapter is a bit late, but there will still be two chapters today.

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