If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 353 Forging a Sword for a Juvenile Sword Armor

   "From Daleiyin Temple, to forge swords for Duke Jing?"

  Not to mention Lu Yi, even the monk Shenxiu and Chenghui who was looking at the thatched cottage were a little surprised.

  Lu Jing glanced at the abbot monk, and the spirit that had been brewed long ago was still intact. This spirit fell into the pen with the heart, stained with ink, and finally fell on the straw paper on the table.

   Lu Jing was dressed in white, holding a heart-holding pen in his hand, and his strokes were extremely steady. When he wrote the pen, a ray of righteousness was mixed in the ink, and it was printed and dyed on the straw paper.

  But what surprised the abbot and the monk Shenxiu was that the white-clothed Jing Guogong wrote a line of text at will, but there was a shadow of a sword between each stroke, which made people feel chills all over the body.

   Just as the two of them exclaimed.

  The two pages of straw paper that Lu Jing wrote one after another, with only one line of poetry on each page, made Lu Jing sweat profusely on his forehead, as if he had experienced a big battle.

   "The sword shadow dies alone with the lonely moon, and the Wen Jing soars to the nine heavens!"

   "The sun spits out the back of the whale, and the shadow of the sword opens the scales of the dragon!"

  Two pieces of straw paper, Lu Jing wrote two lines of poems in cursive.

  When the poem was completed, ink energy mixed with sword energy and wisps of awe-inspiring energy passed through the back of the paper, looming in the void.

   Both Lu Yi and Cheng Hui couldn't see the mystery in this poem, but they were just surprised by the blazing sharpness in these two lines.

  The lonely moon dies, and the nine days open!

  Spit out the back of a whale and open a dragon's scales!

  Every kind of image is majestic, and they admire the soaring sword energy.

   It can be seen that in the eyes of the monk Shenxiu and the abbot, the words on these two straw papers have their own wonderful uses.

   "Lu Yi, please put away these two straw papers, and when you get back to the Lu Mansion, you will find two kits, fold the straw papers and put them in them.

  You and your cousin don’t forget to take it with you, it may be useful at critical times. "

  Lu Jing handed the two straw papers to Lu Yi, and instructed him carefully.

   Seeing Lu Jing's solemnity, Lu Yi carefully placed the two straw papers close to her body, but she still had some curiosity in her eyes, wondering what the purpose of the two straw papers was.

  The abbot monk on the side smiled and said clearly: "Jing Guogong's Fu Guangjian Qi can be opened for nine days, and the awe-inspiring Qi is magical and ghost-like...

  Now the sword energy and awe-inspiring energy are all integrated into these two pieces of characters, but I don’t think that these two ordinary pieces of straw paper have such a honor, and they can be accepted by Jing Guogong’s poems that can slay demons and eliminate demons. "

   Monk Shenxiu on the side was obviously dissatisfied when he heard what the abbot monk said.

  He pursed his lips and said: "Brother Abbot's words are wrong, the grass, trees, mountains and rivers have their own forests, and all things are actually not high or low compared to people.

   Never thought that senior abbot also likes to flatter nobles. "

   "My lord?" Lu Jing was in a daze.

   I still remember that two years ago, when he looked up in Taixuan Jin, his eyes were full of nobles.

  After just two years, he has become a noble person in the eyes of others.

  Lu Jing just wanted to say something when he had this thought.

  The abbot monk on the side smiled, shook his head and said, "It's not that I want to flatter Lord Jing, but that the Buddha in Leiyin Temple suddenly woke up from his dream and probably saw some secrets.

  That's why I sent me here to take pictures of Jing Guogong's flattery, and also to forge Jing Guogong's sword, so as to form a good relationship. "

  Woke up suddenly from a big dream, come to make a good relationship?

  Lu Jing touched the black gold on Tuxian's waist, and asked: "Buddhism has always been unwilling to be involved in evil karma, so it is natural that the master made a special trip from Leiyin Temple to forge a sword for me.

  However, casting a sword for Lu Jing will inevitably offend the dragons of the world. Daleiyin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, so why bother to go into this troubled water? "

  The world is vast, and it is not only the great subduing of the five seas that can breed true dragons.

   Nearly entered the Northern Qin Dynasty and the Western Regions.

  As far away as the demon country on the sea, both Yuyuan and Yanggu have real dragons entrenched.

  The grievances between Lu Jing and Wufang Haizhong are nothing, but if Lu Jing casts a sword with the bone of a dragon, he will always suffer the wrath of the real dragon in the world.

  The abbot monk heard Lu Jing's words, his face turned bitter: "It is not an easy task to cast a sword with the bones of the eight-level heavenly dragon.

  If Mr. Jing Guo wanted to forge a sword, I brought a relic of a great monk with me, and the Daleiyin Temple was willing to give it away, so why bother to train the bones of the dragon that day, and why bother with evil causes for no reason? "

   "Great monk relic?"

  Monk Shenxiu was obviously taken aback when he heard the word relic in the mouth of the abbot monk.

  Lu Jing couldn't help but frown.

  He carefully watched the short, fat, always smiling visitor from Daleiyin Temple who was full of vitality but unfathomable, and he still had many doubts in his heart.

  The relic...is a rare treasure in itself.

  For Buddhism, relics are left by eminent monks, often enshrined in temples and collected in high towers.

  The relics of some eminent monks can even receive incense, and their status is transcendent.

  But the abbot monk of Daleiyin Temple came to Taixuanjing and said that he came to cast swords for Lu Jing, and he also brought a monk's relic with him, willing to give it to Lu Jing to cast swords...

   This inevitably made Lu Jing doubtful. Da Leiyin Temple has little connection with Lu Jing.

  The only intersection was when he was on the middle of the river, when Lu Jing wrote an inscription on killing the dragon in Changliu City, the traveler from Leiyin Temple who carried the Bodhisattva on his back once came to help him.

  Speaking of which, Lu Jing still owes that Jingting Walker a shot.

  It was against such a background that Lu Jing was puzzled by Da Leiyin Temple's current behavior.

  Monk Shenxiu and Chenghui looked at each other silently.

  Lu Yi could understand relics and dragon bones, but she didn't know what her third cousin wanted to do.

  The abbot monk saw the puzzlement in Lu Jing's eyes, and couldn't help restraining the smile on his face.

   "Why is Jing Guogong so surprised? You are still young, but you are a high-ranking Duke of the State. You have inherited the pulse of Taihua to practice and eat 80,000 households in the city.

Not to mention the preciousness of the position of the Duke, with the veins of Taihua, coupled with the talent of Duke Jing, the Duke of Qi and blood will be able to soar upwards, and one day the body will forge the heavens, and step into the realm of immortals. possible.

  As for Duke’s Yuanshen cultivation base...it reflects the five Yuanxing, and even illuminates the three extremely rare stars of the human world, Taibai, and Tianwang, and the road ahead is open.

  As long as the Duke is not dead, he is at least a celestial being.

  If a person like you wants to forge a sword, what does it matter if Daleiyin Temple donates a relic of a great monk? "

   "If Duke Jing is willing, he can actually distribute letters widely.

  I don't know how many famous families in the world, I'm afraid they will all come to see Jing Guogong, and participate in the sword casting. "

The abbot and the monk spoke eloquently, and at the end, he even smiled slyly: "However, there are few people from famous families in the world who can dream like the great Buddha on earth in Daleiyin Temple. Yinsi is an opportunity to get close to the Duke."

  His words made Lu Yi on the side full of surprise.

  She looked at Lu Jing from time to time, saw Lu Jing's calm expression, and felt Lu Jing's aura as deep as an abyss.

  A few years ago, the young Lu Yi used to be disgusted with this third cousin because of the delay of the marriage contract by the Nanguo government and the gossip in Taixuanjing.

  But today, Lu Yi was surprised that the third cousin who came to the Jokhang Temple with her...has become a real big shot.

  Even Buddhist holy places like Daleiyin Temple have to come to curry favor.

  Thoughts flickered in Lu Yi's mind.

  At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the road from a distance.

   "There is only a giant Buddha in the world who can dream of the world?

  This statement is wrong. "

  Someone came from the path with a whisk in hand.

  The visitor was dressed in a black Taoist robe, with a Taoist bun on his head, and a tuft of beard on his chin.

  This life has sharp brows and sharp eyes, and even carries a long sword on its back.

  The long sword is very wide, just like the demon-eliminating sword of the legendary Nine Heavens Slashing Demon Patriarch.

  When Abbot Monk saw the person coming, his face became more angry.

   "As for flattery, Zhenwu Mountain also wants to compete with Daleiyin Temple?"

   "Since it is a good relationship, if Daleiyin Temple got married, I will naturally get married at Zhenwu Mountain."

  The Taoist flicked his whisk and saluted Lu Jing.

   "Zhenwu Mountain Daojian walking?"

  Lu Jing saw the hilt of the Taoist's sword at a glance, and the hilt was densely engraved with Taoist scriptures, most of which were scriptures about killing demons and eliminating demons, and keeping the world peaceful.

  Looking at the style of the sword hilt, with Lu Jing's knowledge, he naturally couldn't tell where this Taoist from Zhenwu Mountain came from.

   "Taoist Zhao Qingyang, met Jing Guogong."

  Zhao Qingyang saluted Lu Jing respectfully.

  The abbot monk winked at Zhao Qingyang and made a face.

  Zhao Qingyang frowned and cursed: "Half of it is almost buried in the ground, but you are still playing around like this."

  Lu Jing glanced at the two of them left and right, and then looked at Zhao Qingyang: "You came to Taixuanjing to forge a sword for me?"

  Zhao Qingyang shook his head: "Reporting to Duke Jing, the little Taoist doesn't know how to forge swords, but under the order of my mountain lord, he came to Taixuan Jing specially to send a furnace of incense ashes to Duke Jing."

   While he was speaking, he stroked the long sleeves of his Taoist robe, and a furnace of incense ash appeared in front of him.

  Lu Jing didn't know the origin of the incense ash, but with his current cultivation level, he could easily see the surging vitality contained in this incense ashes.

  The vitality is like a grain of crystal, deposited in the incense ash.

   "In this censer, just pick out a single piece of incense ash, I'm afraid it is also a very precious treasure."

   Lu Jing whispered in his heart.

  But Zhao Qingyang glanced at the abbot monk, and said: "The great Buddha in the world is already a Buddha, but it can only be dreamed in the world.

  Although I, the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, am only a mortal, I also know that Duke Jing is going to forge swords.

  What Buddha can do, so can ordinary people. "

   "Brother Abbot, I don't know if my furnace of incense ash is more expensive or less expensive than your great monk's relic?"

  The abbot and the monk clasped his hands together, called out the name of the Buddha, shook his head and said, "The relics are as expensive as the Buddha's body, how can a furnace of incense ashes compare?"

  Zhao Qingyang smiled to himself and didn't say much.

  But the look in his eyes seemed to scold the abbot monk for deceiving himself.

  The relics of Daleiyin Temple.

  The incense ash of Mount Zhenwu.

   Lu Jing looked around.

   Abbot Monk and Zhao Qingyang also saluted Lu Jing.

  The eyes of the two were burning, as if they were waiting for Lu Jing to choose one side.

  Monk Shenxiu and Lu Yi also looked at Lu Jing.

   But it never occurred to Lu Jing to think about it for two or three breaths, but suddenly turned his head away and walked outside the Jokhang Temple.

   "Lu Yi, let's go."

  Lu Yi woke up with a start and hurried to catch up with Lu Jing.

  Monk Shenxiu, Zhao Qingyang, and the abbot glanced at each other and silently watched Lu Jing leave.

  …

   "Brother Jing, since they brought treasures here.

  And I listened to the Taoist priest and the monk, whether it is relics or incense ash, I am afraid that they are all rare treasures.

  Since they delivered it, you just accept it. "

  Lu Yi is no longer the girl who only cared about playing in the past. She is two years older, and she has matured a lot, and can hear the hidden meaning in the words.

   "Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain are nothing more than seeing that Third Brother Jing has a bright future, so they formed a good relationship in advance.

  Third brother Jing might as well collect the treasures and form some good relationships with them. He is already a high-ranking prince, so how can he always be alone? "

  Lu Yi's words made Lu Jing a little surprised.

  Lu Jing turned his head, took a closer look at Lu Yi who had sparkling eyes, shook his head and said, "So forming a good relationship is nothing more than a debt.

  If I collect the relics and incense ash, I am afraid that I will have to return some more expensive things in the future. "

  Lu Yi was quite puzzled: "That being said, Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain are considered legends for most practitioners.

   It is money lending. Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple will not lend money to ordinary people.

  Since the third brother wants to forge a sword and has this opportunity, what's the point of taking these debts? "

   "Of course it doesn't matter." Lu Jing smiled casually: "It's just that I'm not a sword maker after all, and good materials are not enough for sword casting.

  As for things like this, it is natural to ask the real swordsmith. "

  Lu Yi became interested, with a pleading face and a bit of girlish air.

   Lu Jing smiled at her.

   "That being the case, I will take you to meet a real swordsmith."

  …

  In Sifang Restaurant.

  An Ruolu was wearing a blue scarf, with a jug of wine in front of him, and was listening intently to a storyteller on the stage.

  The storyteller's middle-aged man's body is straight, and there is a mole on his right cheek, which makes his originally handsome face a bit more philistine.

  At this time, the middle-aged man was telling a story, and he was talking about Lu Jing entering the West Cloud Sea Dragon Palace alone, and the many real dragons in the West Cloud Dragon Palace were planning to swallow the island with waves and perform blood sacrifices with the people on the island.

  The young Lu Jing, holding a sword alone, controlled the thunder, and came to the West Cloud Sea.

   Slay thousands of dragons and destroy the Dragon Palace!

"good!"

   After one paragraph, the people listening to the book in Sifang Restaurant applauded loudly.

  The middle-aged man ignored the guests' cheers of "one more time" and went to the back of the hall.

   After a quarter of an hour.

  In front of An Ruolu, the middle-aged man who was originally a storyteller was looking at him carefully.

   "Brother An, are you willing to come out of that Zhufeng Mansion?"

  An Ruolu looked calm and shook his head at him: "When it comes to age, I'm afraid I wouldn't call you an ancestor too much."

  The middle-aged man in the city stroked the mole on his cheek and asked, "Why did you come? Is it to repay King Chong'an's kindness? Or to forge the third famous sword?"

  An Ruolu turned his head and replied: "It is not only to repay King Chong'an's kindness, but also to forge the third famous sword."

  The middle-aged man sneered: "You don't want to make swords anymore, Nadaji has sealed your hard work, but she has never ascended to the top ten in the world.

  You have climbed to the top of your own mountain, there is no road on the top of the mountain, and it is too difficult to go up.

  You are far behind the blacksmiths in the world, and Yu Yuan and Yang Gu, the two monsters who forge swords.

  Under such a state of mind, I think you no longer want to forge swords, and you have come to Taixuanjing to repay the kindness of An Sanzhou. "

  An Ruolu sighed: "Is this how you comfort me?"

  The philistine middle-aged man squinted his eyes.

  An Ruolu was silent for a while, "Indeed."

  After he finished his words, he paused for a moment, and suddenly some light appeared in his eyes: "Fortunately... I came to Taixuanjing to forge a sword for that young sword armor, Lu Jing!"

  (end of this chapter)