A master of comedy!

Chapter 110 Summoning a God Under the Blade

Kuang Yu, the mountain god of Mount Lu, also known as Lord Lushan, is said to have lived during the reign of King Wu of Zhou. He and his seven brothers built a hut in the mountain and lived there, practicing Taoist arts. Later, they ascended to immortality, leaving only the empty hut behind.

This is the origin of the "Lu" in the name of Mount Lu.

Later, during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, Kuang Yu was enfeoffed as the mountain god of Mount Lu, and a temple was built to worship him, with incense burning continuously.

Zhou Sheng slowly stepped into the temple gate, carefully looking around.

This place must have been abandoned for a long time. The offerings on the shrine are moldy and rotten, and rats crawl by from time to time, even jumping onto the head of the benevolent-looking statue.

His gaze fell on the center of the statue's brow.

With keen insight, his pupils widened, and finally, on the dusty statue, he saw a faint glimmer of light.

It flickers like a candle flame, and sways like a sinking star.

It seemed that the light would be completely extinguished as soon as the mountain wind blew.

Zhou Sheng's gaze turned serious, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

After the Huang Chao Rebellion, the gods in the heavens gradually disappeared without a trace, and temples of all kinds could no longer manifest their divine power in front of people, including the mountain god temple on Mount Lu.

Master said that the current mountain god of Mount Lu is no longer Kuang Yu, who attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven during the reign of King Wu of Zhou, but a deity that has become a spirit after hundreds of years of incense offerings and the nourishment of the earth veins of Mount Lu.

Everything has a spirit. Not only can the guqin (a seven-stringed zither) become a spirit, but under special conditions, even a mountain, a river, or even a statue can become a spirit and transform into a human.

The current mountain god of Mount Lu is this statue that has become a spirit. Although it is not an ancient immortal, it has hundreds of years of cultivation. Why has it fallen to this state?

"I am Zhou Sheng, a descendant of the Yin Opera lineage. I beseech the Mountain God to appear and meet me."

Although the statue seemed to have a problem, Zhou Sheng still respectfully lit three incense sticks. Under his divine eye, he saw that as the incense smoke slowly rose, the faint light between the statue's eyebrows suddenly flickered, as if it had been nourished by some kind of power, and became more dazzling.

The mountain god is still here!

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward to take out the letter his master had given him. Without opening it, he burned it directly in front of the shrine.

He waited for a while, but there was still no movement around him.

The mountain god, leaning on his cane, watched Zhou Sheng quietly. The divine light between his brows began to flicker again, as if the incense Zhou Sheng had brought had been exhausted in just a few breaths.

His brows were furrowed and his gaze was slightly lowered.

To practice the "Zhengyi Longhu Dishu Escape Method," one must first invite the mountain god to find a feng shui treasure land in Mount Lu where the wind can be contained and the earth's veins can converge.

Zhou Sheng had finally waited for the Wuji day, but if he missed it today, he would have to wait another month, which was unacceptable to him.

Since the mountain god is still alive, he must invite him here today no matter what, even if it means using a slightly crude method.

Open the opera box.

Vermilion mixed with gold powder was used to draw strokes on the forehead.

First, the eyebrows are drawn to suppress evil, then the phoenix eyes are drawn to convey power, and finally the skyward-pointing lines between the eyebrows are not like the strokes of a brush, but like the cracks in the mountains and rivers cleaved by a green dragon blade.

The brush moves like dragons and snakes as it paints Guan Gong!
It is worth mentioning that, according to the rules of the pear industry, the Guan Gong mask must be "broken," that is, a black dot or a gold line is added to the mask to indicate that one does not dare to completely imitate Guan Gong.

Otherwise, one will be confused with the real Guan Gong, unable to distinguish between man and god, and easily shorten one's lifespan.

However, Zhou Sheng had no such concerns when performing yin opera.

Wearing a scholar's helmet, a green python robe, and tiger-head boots, and holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Zhou Sheng stroked his five-strand beard, and his phoenix eyes seemed to flash with lightning when they were slightly closed.

boom!
Zhou Sheng swung the crescent blade downwards, and the heavy hilt drove three inches into the ground, shattering the already dilapidated floor tiles.

"Lord Guan of Hanshou is here—"

A powerful roar suddenly erupted from his dantian, causing the surrounding spiderwebs to tremble violently. A majestic aura surged forth, startling the snakes, rats, insects, and ants in the temple into fleeing in panic.

Zhou Shengqi made a dramatic entrance, focusing his gaze on the center of the statue's brow, and continued reciting his lines in a theatrical style.

"The Mountain God of Mount Lu!"

"If you recognize this Han-style robe, and this Green Dragon Crescent Blade—" "Then quickly show yourself—and meet me!!"

Each word rose higher and higher, its power soaring like a rainbow. When the last word was uttered, it was truly like thunder in spring, shaking off several roof tiles from the mountain god temple. The tiles fell to the ground with a crisp sound, just like the playing of gongs and drums.

This was a method his master taught him: if he encountered mountain gods or local deities, he could chant the names of powerful and domineering gods like Guan Gong, Erlang Shen, or Sun Wukong at crucial moments to force them to appear.

However, this method has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is very effective, but the disadvantage is that it may arouse the other party's hatred.

Of course, if you possess extraordinary magical power, then even if the other party harbors resentment, they can only endure it, subtly displaying a style of commanding spirits and generals.

Sure enough, after Zhou Sheng finished reciting the last word, the light between the statue's brows instantly began to pulsate violently.

It's working, but we're just one step away from achieving the final goal!
Zhou Sheng twirled his Guan Dao, its fierce, cold light shining precisely on the eyes of the statue.

“Waaaaaaaaaaa——”

His beard swung wildly like a waterfall, then suddenly fell still like a curtain. His phoenix eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, breaking the three still-burning incense sticks in two.

With a sharp, booming sound, like silk being torn apart.

The cold, sharp saw was already cleaving towards the statue, the Azure Dragon Blade slicing through the dust on the shrine, falling down with unstoppable momentum.

Boom!Boom!
Beneath the crescent blade, the long-silent mountain god statue finally showed obvious signs of movement, began to shake violently, and the light between its brows suddenly shone brightly.

hum!
Zhou Sheng's crescent blade finally stopped in front of the statue's brow, the whirlwind-like blade momentum turning from motion to stillness, the tip of the blade trembling like a dragon's roar.

Although the knife did not strike, a cracking sound rang out as a thin, long fissure appeared between the mountain god's eyebrows.

The next moment, the statue's eyes trembled slightly, and a wisp of energy slowly emerged, like a frozen river thawing and rain bringing spring back.

The dilapidated and desolate mountain god temple seemed to have undergone some kind of change all of a sudden.

The eerie chill was dispelled by gentle breezes, and a faint scent of incense lingered in the air.

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up as he saw the light from the center of the statue's brow gradually spreading throughout its entire body.

The mountain god of Mount Lu has finally awakened.

"The Shadow Play Master..."

"This game... is not to be watched..."

“I can’t figure it out…I can’t figure it out…”

"Which way should I go... which way should I go..."

"No! I can't look! I can't look!"

Before Zhou Sheng could even feel happy, he saw the statue's eyes suddenly explode, leaving them empty.

Then the energy finally stabilized.

Heavy breathing echoed in the temple, mixed with painful groans. After a long while, he continued to speak, his voice old and weary.

"Good child... thank you for waking me up..."

"Otherwise, my centuries of cultivation will be ruined by this game of chess..."

Zhou Sheng was startled, recalling what the mountain demon had said about immortals playing chess.

"I almost got so engrossed in this game of chess that I had to gouge out my own eyes. Now I can't find my way back and can only communicate with you through this stone statue..."

“Good child, you were able to wake me up, which shows that your cultivation is not bad. I have read your master’s letter. Helping you cultivate is not a problem. However, I must return to the stone statue before I can help you.”

"Now I'll tell you where this magical chess set is. Can you come and take me back?"

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(End of this chapter)