bestfiction Chapter 7 The Old Stele
Chapter 7 The Old Stele
"Sister Bai stood up; she was staring at the Sword Storage Hall."
The old Taoist priest was extremely nervous, lying on the roof. He had one hand on Xiao Zhao's shoulder and the other hand firmly pressing down on the big orange cat's head, making Yuanbao grimace.
A white figure rushed into the Sword Storage Hall in an instant, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, and a series of sonic booms rang out in the air, as if space itself had been torn apart.
"That kid must have run into a sword. Look how anxious Sister Bai is." The old Taoist priest had a look of amusement on his face.
Xiao Yu, standing to the side, said quietly, "What if he betrays you?"
The old Taoist priest, with an expression of complete control, said, "Based on what I know of her, next..."
"boom!"
The loud noise drowned out the whispers of the two people and the cat. A blurry figure crashed into the door and flew out along with the main door of the side hall.
The wooden door was surprisingly sturdy. At the moment of impact, it emitted a faint purple light that covered the entire door panel. Despite such a terrifying impact, it remained completely undamaged.
Unfortunately, the door frame wasn't of such good quality; the chaotic flow of sword energy shattered it in an instant, turning it into countless flying wood chips that slowly drifted down.
Zhong Ming used the door panel as a stepping stone to smash onto the bluestone floor tiles. He struggled to lift his head, feeling as if his entire body was about to fall apart. His flesh and blood seemed to have been smashed into pieces, and his body swelled up like a drum, as if a mass of energy was running rampant inside him.
He strained with all his might to raise his hand, but could only hear the cracking of his bones.
It wasn't over yet. Another dark shadow streaked through the air in a perfect arc, striking Zhong Ming squarely on the head.
"Oh no, oh no, you mustn't do that."
The old Taoist priest immediately appeared, and the whetstone came crashing down like a meteor. Wouldn't that smash Zhong Ming into pieces?
With his hands forming a gesture of heaven and earth, the old Taoist priest assumed a fist stance, catching the thrown mirror-polishing brick with one hand, hooking his left foot under Zhong Ming's head, and using his other hand to channel his supernatural power, causing that mysterious energy to surge into the young man's broken body once again.
"No, no, this young friend meant well."
"His body is brimming with the aura of a demonic beast. If you dare to touch him again, don't blame me for taking his life."
"All living things in heaven and earth have their own destiny. Don't be so anxious. So many years have passed, and nothing has changed." The old Taoist's voice was gentle. As soon as he finished speaking, his tattered robes billowed up, and the surrounding sword energy surged like a flood bursting its banks. The old Taoist seemed to be in the middle of a waterfall.
Not long after Zhong Ming landed, he felt his figure float away into the air again. It turned out that the old Taoist priest had dragged the wooden door panel and leaped into the air, retreating to the entrance of the Taoist temple.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but shout, "Sister Bai, stop hitting her!"
On the rooftop, the woman in white appeared in an instant, arriving at her hiding place.
"Sister Bai, listen to me, the Taoist priest just told me..."
The woman with the graceful figure slowly bent down, the moonlight almost shining through her thin white dress onto her body.
The orange cat's fur stood on end.
"Meow!!!"
"Bang~~"
A cat also enjoyed the feeling of riding the wind, landing precisely on the old Taoist's forehead.
When the old Taoist priest saw the orange cat land, he knew that Miss Bai had calmed down. He caught the poor cat in mid-air and helped Zhong Ming up.
Despite this ordeal, Zhong Ming was able to stand steadily, and not only that, he felt quite refreshed.
"Go back and rest. It's the middle of the night. Let's talk about any problems tomorrow."
Zhong Ming agreed, walked back to his room, swung his arms, moved his fingers, and looked puzzled.
Why does it feel sore all over after being kicked by Sister Bai, and I feel like I have endless strength in my body?
Could it be that I've awakened some strange... perverted...?
"Slap." Zhong Ming swung his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
My wandering thoughts stopped, and my face swelled up.
......
In the latter half of the night, Zhong Ming couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
The swelling on his face subsided at an absurd speed, and he sat by the door, quietly watching the night sky.
Stars, endless stars are shining, and there is a magnificent ribbon of starlight in the night sky.
Fellow villagers of Qingxi Town, have you truly become stars in the sky after your deaths? Can you guide me? Can you guide me toward the corpses of my enemies?
The starlight twinkled for a moment, and then the night sky went completely black.
All the starlight was blocked, and even Zhong Ming's breathing stopped.
A huge, towering, strong man stepped into the Taoist temple. He was several meters tall, and his muscles were like a reef isolated in the sea. He was ancient, weathered, resolute, and possessed boundless power.
If that's the case, then so be it.
On the back of this giant was a stone tablet much taller than himself.
It was several tens of feet wide and probably more than ten feet high, so wide that it blocked out the sky. When you stepped into the Taoist temple, the shadow cast by the stone tablet completely covered the sky in the front yard.
Zhong Ming sat fearfully at the doorway of the small room, his heart pounding. He had no idea how such a huge "creature" had entered the Taoist temple. The temple door was only eight feet high; could it be...?
Did they really cross the threshold and come in directly over the courtyard wall?
The giant raised his foot again, then brought it down.
There was no loud bang as the bell had been expected, nor did the bluestone bricks crumble underfoot. The giant walked casually into the depths of the Taoist temple, as silent as a ghost.
and many more?
ghost?
Cold sweat instantly soaked Zhong Ming's back. Could it really be a vengeful ghost... carrying his own tombstone out?
To enter a Taoist temple so casually—does that mean one has become so powerful that one can disregard the statues of the Three Pure Ones?
Two loud noises came from deep within the Taoist temple.
"Pa~" "Pa~"
Hmm? That sounds familiar.
Isn't that the sound of someone slapping someone across the face?
"Pa~" "Pa~"
Two more sounds, followed by a deep, muffled voice from deep within:
"Wake up, wake up quickly."
Zhong Ming mustered his courage and climbed the mountain following the giant's path. Before he even reached the last few steps, he could see the swaying stone tablet...
There's also the cat-like Taoist with a swollen face.
Bah, Master Tianfeng.
The old Taoist priest cursed angrily, "You bastard, it's one thing to wander around aimlessly in the middle of the night, but what are you trying to do by waking me up?!"
Zhong Ming climbed a few more steps and saw the giant scratch the back of its head in a simple manner, then put down the huge stone tablet on its body.
With a casual stroke, he cut a slab of stone from the monument, and using his finger as a brush, he wrote and recited:
"A Night Visit to Maoshan Temple" Over 1310 years ago, on the night of September 16th, the starlight was captivating, the moon's shadow shimmered, and I rose to go out. Finding no one to share the joy with, I went to Maoshan Temple to seek out an old friend, who was also awake...
The old Taoist priest jumped up and angrily cursed the other party: "You damned thunder god and lightning goddess!" But Zhong Ming felt that the old Taoist priest didn't seem that angry.
At least he wasn't angry when he called him "Cat Taoist Priest".
After cursing for a while, the old Taoist patted his chest and said, "Old Bei, timing is everything. I, Taoist Tianfeng (emphasis), am here to take on a disciple today. You see, you can be considered my senior uncle..."
The giant was taken aback, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a solemn expression. "Old... Daoist Tianfeng, is this truly true?"
“Really? Come here, Zhong Ming, come and call him Uncle-Master.”
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming's panic vanished. He had taken two cautious steps, but suddenly felt that he had nothing to be afraid of. He had already given his life to the Taoist priest, so what was there to hesitate about? So he happily came over.
This incredibly powerful giant is my martial uncle!
The old Taoist priest was inwardly overjoyed, feeling a sense of triumph over his successful scheme, but outwardly he appeared even more serious.
"Come, call Master Bei your master and perform the disciple's rites."
"Hey~~~ Hey~~~ Good nephew, here's a gift for you."