books44 Chapter 29 Heroes are not judged by their origins, nor by the source of their wealth.
Chapter 29 Heroes are not judged by their origins, nor by the source of their wealth.
During his cultivation journey, Li Tingyun's personality underwent significant changes.
Perhaps he himself did not realize that after he became the famous Taiji Palace Master, the dog he kept never dared to bark loudly again, and it walked with its four hooves as cautiously as if it were stepping on landmines.
Wangcai couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere.
So he ran away from home.
Following behind a stray cat, we arrived at Eternal Town.
From then on, he became a permanent resident of Eternal Town, and even opened a noodle shop next to the stray cat.
Because his owner likes to eat noodles, and when he eats noodles, he likes to add vinegar, and he adds a lot of vinegar.
He opened a noodle shop, but he didn't expect any customers; he simply wanted to commemorate his lost youth.
What a joke! With the owner's unpredictable temper these days, even a passing dog would get slapped if he got angry.
He wished he could hide as far away as possible.
However, many days ago, a familiar figure stopped in front of his noodle shop. He looked up and saw Li Tingyun's condescending gaze, his back to the blood moon, his expression hidden in the darkness, extremely sinister.
The scene almost scared him to death, ruining the whole pot of clear soup.
Then he heard Li Tingyun say, "I will be cultivating the Yin Meridian Heart Method here. During this time, you will be in charge."
He nodded vigorously, then knelt on the ground with a thud, saying, "I understand!"
Over the long years, he learned human awe and humility, bowing his head in submission, behaving in a proper manner.
"I dare to fight, fight, fight... dare to be bold..."
He trembled for a long time, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
In truth, all he wanted was to make his master a bowl of hot noodles, just like many years ago when he was on the road of wandering, when he was in charge of cooking, and to get Li Tingyun something to eat so that he could eat his fill before leaving.
However, he couldn't bring himself to say something against his conscience.
He was afraid that if his cooking skills didn't improve and his poop didn't taste good, his owner would slap him to death.
Li Tingyun sneered, lifted his robe, turned and left, disappearing into the vast night of Yongjie Town.
Wangcai breathed a sigh of relief, but a few days ago, he took that breath again.
Because his master told him, "I'm going to Lingxi Village."
Wangcai shuddered.
There's a saying that goes, "A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years."
His master waited a hundred years.
He left behind a single, seemingly insignificant sentence, as thin as a spider's thread, yet carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.
The tighter the bowstring is pulled, the greater the rebound force. He couldn't even imagine what a terrible price the descendants of Lingxi Village would have to pay for the mistakes their ancestors had made.
Not to mention that even a passing dog would get slapped twice, they'd probably dig up an earthworm and chop it up vertically!
Within a radius of a hundred miles, don't expect to leave anyone alive.
And then... there was no more.
The master lost contact with the Taiji Palace, and the city lords of the Four Symbols City came to question him one after another. He shook his head, pondered for a long time, and finally came up with what he thought was the most likely answer.
He said, "The owner was probably in a bad mood, so he secretly found a place to hide and went to cry."
He could tell that the four city lords were clenching their fists, wanting to beat him to a pulp.
Who told him to spout nonsense?
Li Tingyun actually went to hide and cry secretly?
These words shouldn't be put together in one sentence!
Who can imagine that scene? It's incredibly horrifying and terrifying.
Rather than this, they preferred to believe that the temple master had gone to wreak havoc in the underworld and altered the Book of Life and Death, causing all the men, women, and children of Lingxi Village to be reborn as animals for ten lifetimes...
Wangcai, however, did not think so.
He maintained his opinion, believing that his owner must be very sad.
In fact, worldly affairs and ties to the mortal realm are things that those who cultivate the Tao should have abandoned long ago.
Wangcai didn't know how much hatred or resentment his master had for Lingxi Village, but he knew that no matter whether one cultivated the immortal path or the demonic path, the battle lines were too long and too wide. If one wasn't careful, one would live for hundreds or thousands of years. No matter how hateful one's enemies were in the human world in the past, they would basically all die.
The lives of mortals are but a few decades, gone in the blink of an eye. Those who cultivate the Tao have no reason to contend with them.
But Li Tingyun refused to accept it. He insisted that his son, grandson, and even great-grandson should pay for their father's debts!
But once you've paid it off, what's the point?
He lacked the ability to exact revenge when he most wanted it, and he couldn't experience the thrill of revenge when he was most capable. A belated trial is worthless, and a delayed repayment of debts is like a load of rubbish.
Therefore, Wangcai felt that his owner must be very sad.
She'll definitely shed a few crocodile tears.
But he had no need to worry. His master was incredibly powerful and would definitely return even if he disappeared without a trace!
Sure enough, today, another familiar figure stopped in front of his noodle shop.
He looked up and saw a strange boy.
The boy looked up at him with a smile, his expression upright and honest, yet harboring a hidden scheming.
The dog's nose was very sensitive; it smelled its owner's scent from the boy's bleeding wound.
The owner's personality seems to have changed again, reverting to its former state.
He seemed to have traveled through hundreds of years and, deep within the past, met the boy who had said he would take him on a journey.
but……
Wangcai asked in confusion, "Master, why have you shrunk?"
Li Tingyun spouted nonsense: "Because I don't want to grow up, childhood was better."
The silly dog believed it, its eyes shining. "I think so too! I loved playing games with my old owner when I was little!"
"That's good."
Li Tingyun patted his dog's head and said, "Wangcai, I have a game I want to play with you now."
Wangcai twitched its ear and asked curiously, "What game?"
Li Tingyun: "Go back to Sixiang City and tell Xia Changfeng of the Vermilion Bird Temple that I am waiting for him in the territory and that he should come to find me."
"Master...is this a game? It doesn't sound fun at all."
"I said yes, that's it. If you say another word, I'll twist your dog's head off."
Wangcai lay prone on the ground, its head resting on the ground, and raised its front legs to cover its mouth.
illusion.
It's all an illusion.
What has changed back to its former self? What has returned to childhood?
His master hasn't changed at all!
At most, he used to be stern and unsmiling, but now he smiles while hiding a knife!
That year, with its apricot blossoms and light rain, is gone forever, gone forever...
"Alright, Master, I'll go."
Wangcai said sullenly, "But, Master, I must remind you... that little girl you just saved, she smells of corpses! The spirit that the underworld is trying to capture is actually possessing her body..."
Commonly known as "possession".
This is not a good thing.
Wangcai continued, "Master, the original form of that undead may not necessarily look as pretty as a little girl. She might be an ugly monster, or even have a penis and not be a woman at all! If you saved her because she's pretty and wanted to cultivate together, your wish will probably be in vain."
"What are you thinking in your dog brain?"
Li Tingyun retorted angrily, "She's so young, how dare you bring up something like dual cultivation! Besides, do you think I'm the kind of person who gets lustful at first sight?!"
"How...how could it not be?"
Wangcai was determined to refute his words: "Master previously ordered that the most beautiful woman in the world be found for dual cultivation. Everyone in Taiji Palace and Sixiang City heard this clearly!"
Well, his orders were strictly obeyed, and no one dared to disobey. The four city lords had been searching for him in the cultivation world for a long time.
Li Tingyun sighed, "When you go back this time, cancel this order for me, do you hear me?!"
Wangcai asked, puzzled, "Why, why?"
Li Tingyun said coldly, "I will not repeat myself after I have already said it."
Wangcai jumped, protecting its head, "Yes! Whatever Master says, goes!"
Li Tingyun took out a spirit stone from his Qiankun bag.
He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and laughed, "Wangcai, the way you threatened people with the rolling pin in the noodle shop was really arrogant and domineering. Just for a few spirit stones, would you really cast a curse on someone?"
Wangcai snorted sheepishly, "Who in this world would complain about having too much money? Besides, Master, you once told me that 'a hero's origins are irrelevant'..."
Li Tingyun's DNA kicked in, and he blurted out, "Money doesn't need to be traced back to where it came from?"
The man and his dog exchanged a secret signal and high-fived in celebration.
Then, Li Tingyun untied the half of his sleeve that was bound to the wound, only to find that the wound had healed. He then used the sharp corner of the spirit stone to cut a bloody gash. As the blood flowed and seeped into the spirit stone, the demonic energy also entered the stone that could store spiritual energy.
Li Tingyun handed the spirit stone to Wangcai for two reasons: first, to prevent others from disbelieving him and saying that he couldn't possibly say anything decent; and second, because...
"The Taiji Hall is protected by a restriction; no one but me can enter. If you're looking for some 'cure-all Banlangen' inside, take this and don't lose it, understand?"
Wangcai opened its mouth, took the spirit stone in its mouth, made a "woo" sound, and rubbed against his feet.
"Master, you're still very good to me... woof woof..."
Li Tingyun kicked his dog's head away, "Get lost."
Wangcai ran away, looking back every few steps.
"Wang Laoliu, what time is it?"
Li Tingyun stood still, gripping the Qiankun bag tightly in his hand.
At the quarter-hour of midnight, the gates of hell have opened.
"My master hasn't given me any news yet."
Li Tingyun's expression darkened. "I must find the way out of Eternal Calamity Town on my own."
What do you mean by that?