Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 283: 1 song and 1 dance
Bookstore warehouse.
The lights were dim and a musty smell drifted away.
Lu Tong took out the lighting instrument, waved his hand to stir up the breeze, and blew away the stale atmosphere in the room.
The round-faced monk moved a few boxes with some difficulty, sat down next to him, pointed to the two big boxes at the bottom, and gasped: "These two are all inside."
He went over and opened the box.
Two large boxes, five feet long, three feet wide and three feet high, were filled to the brim with books.
"Why so many?"
Lu Tong casually took out a book, glanced at it, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
"The Legend of Qilin·Young Qilin's First Ming"
The cover looks like fish skin, with a beautiful picture drawn on it using colorful minerals.
A young man is sitting on the head of a huge Mo Qilin, bathed in golden light, and roaring towards the sky.
Pull out another book.
"The Legend of Qilin·Mo Qi Treads the Sky"
The cover material is the same, but the pattern changes to a sky full of clouds.
The sea of clouds resembles dragons and tigers. Between the dragons and tigers, a naked monk stands proudly, with a ball of golden light around his crotch.
To the left and right of the golden light, two unicorn legs are extremely eye-catching.
The scales are like iron, the bone spurs are ferocious, and complex lines flash nearby,
He looked at the cover and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "You're right, this person is really proud."
Even Master Yuanying is rarely so arrogant.
But it also made him even more excited.
A mere golden elixir monk who dares to be so arrogant must have some capital.
The round-faced monk finally had enough rest, stood up and introduced: "These books were written by an ancestor of the Kong family, more than three hundred years ago."
Lu Tong nodded and took out "The Legend of Qilin" one by one, preparing to buy a set.
"You still collect books from more than three hundred years ago to this day."
The round-faced monk showed a bitter smile on his face and whispered: "I spent a lot of money to buy it. I can't sell it and I don't want to throw it away, so I have to keep it."
After spending a long time, I finally found a complete set.
Thirty-three books in total.
He couldn't help but think of the sketch: Thirty-three books were placed next to Kong Liner's body in the coffin.
I thought it was some kind of Kung Fu book.
Looking at it now, it is likely to be a complete set of "The Legend of Qilin".
Lu Tong shook his head and looked at another box.
I randomly picked out a book with a simple cover and only one word on it: "Kong".
"What book is this?"
"The family letters of the Kong family cover everything from the arrival of the first person named Kong to Aoshan City until Kong Lin'er's death."
"I want it."
"Are you...are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then you can move the box away too, it's all in it."
"Ah, so many?"
He accepted thirty-three volumes of "The Legend of Qilin" and a whole box of "Kong", leaving behind a basket of meat and a bag of flour cakes.
Before leaving the bookstore, I asked: "How much do you think the things in these books are true or false?"
The round-faced monk looked embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and said: "I haven't seen it, it's left by my ancestors."
"Didn't your ancestors say that?"
"Just say, it smells... it smells bad."
……
In the night, the ancestral mansion was very quiet.
Not long after the funeral, no matter the people in the ancestral home or the guests from outside, they all consciously stopped having fun.
No one made any noise and few smiled.
In the guest room of the villa.
Lu Tong was sitting at the table, with lights and hot tea beside him, and was carefully reading "The Legend of Qilin".
After a long time.
He sighed and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers.
The book is not bad, it is just a line of beautiful words that makes one’s face itch and hair roots tremble.
Everything from appearance to skill is praiseworthy.
Even taking just one step can bring out a series of admirations similar to the posture of dragon and phoenix.
"Desire ghost."
"Master."
“A single Qilin leg can really be used according to one’s heart?”
The importance depends on the heart.
If you want to kick hard and your heart moves, you don't need to accumulate strength, just kick with all your strength.
The weight, movement and stillness depend on the heart, which should be the method of the golden elixir master monk.
But in the book, Kong Lin'er can do it when he is in the foundation building realm.
"Don't mess with ghosts, Qilin."
The ghost of desire avoided answering.
Lu Tong shook his head, picked up the teacup, and said, "It turns out there is something you don't know about."
Drink a cup of tea.
He put down the tea cup, turned the page, and asked, "What are your ideas?"
"Seduce, Zu Wanxi. Kill, Kong Yewei. Bury, Zu Wanxi, steal the unicorn."
Lu Tong took action.
At this time, Yugui continued to speak, speaking a long paragraph very smoothly.
""Song of Five Desires""
"The ears are silent, and the confusion is endless; the eyes are colorless, and the people are crazy and lustful; the nose is without fragrance, and the spirit is broken; the mouth is tasteless, and the net is endless; the heart is without love and hate, and it goes astray..."
""Six Emotions Dance""
"The ears hear sounds, the eyes see colors, the nose smells fragrance, the mouth feels taste, the body feels smooth, and the heart feels love. The six emotions draw..."
Sing and dance, have fun;
Falling in love has no end.
It took me a long time to listen.
He woke up, came back to his senses and saw the scene in front of him clearly, and his pupils could not help but shrink.
Just now I was completely immersed in the Dharma, and unknowingly I tore out the pages of the book in my hand and crumpled them into a ball.
Slowly smoothing the pages of the book, looking at the jagged gaps, I couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.
Ghost of desire...
I always thought I was in control. With the character I have developed through many years of hard work, it is not difficult to resist the ghost of desire.
It seems that you still underestimated your desires and overestimated yourself.
Lu Tong looked at the lines of text on the wrinkled pages, and his expression darkened again after a moment. ~IndoMTL.com~ When I saw Kong Lin as a child, I thought he was arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant.
Maybe in the eyes of **** ghosts, he is the same.
It was obvious that he had taken the bait and was being led step by step, but he didn’t know it and looked like he had a chance to win.
"Hey..."
Lu Tong let out a long sigh.
"Seduce, Zu Wanxi. Kill, Kong Yewei. Bury, Zu Wanxi, steal the unicorn."
Yugui repeated it again.
He closed his eyes, put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and began to blow, exhale, sigh, and hiss rhythmically.
The ghost of desire sensed something was wrong and kept repeating: "Seduce..."
After a stick of incense.
Lu Tong opened his eyes.
The desire ghost did not stop at all, still chanting: "Seduce..."
As if he didn't hear it, he took out a pen and paper and began to write:
""Bai Ri Ascension Sutra", the nature of lust..."
After finishing one article, continue writing:
""Song of Five Desires"..."
""Six Emotions Dance"..."
After writing the three methods, although my mind has not yet completely calmed down, I have already noticed the various shortcomings lurking under the methods.
Ascension Sutra, this method nourishes desire and increases love, just like burning oil cooking in a burning fire.
Song and dance, indulge your desires and confuse your mind. Once you fall into it, it is difficult to have other thoughts.
Yugui teaches this method.
It seemed that he was seducing Zu Wanxi conveniently, but in fact, he was also seduced together.
Cultivating just one of these Dharma doors is already the way to death.
If you practice all, if the retraction and release are in conflict with each other, and the nourishment and verticality kill each other, it will probably lead to ten deaths and no life.
Out the window.
The sky is slightly brighter and the sun has begun to rise.
The ghost of desire is still chattering.
Lu Tong stretched his arms, put away three stacks of papers, stood up and said, "Stop talking, come with me to see Zu Wanyi."
Yugui’s voice stopped abruptly.