Xuanxia

Chapter 173 Dongxuan Lake

In the nineteenth year of Qianhao in Dayan, the year was Dingmao, and on May 5th, which was Renyin in the Chinese zodiac, it was a good day for praying, opening business, and burying people. It was not a good time to put up beams, build a house, or take up a post.

In the southern part of the Central Plains, there is a lake named Dongxuan.

There are poems:
The grass is lush beside Dongxuan Lake, and the clear water reflects the round sun.

The cloud shadows and the rippling waves reach the distant shore, and the boundless lake and mountains are engulfed in the mist.

This poem depicts the lake view at dusk in early summer and the setting sun.

But... for some people, such a magnificent scenery is not beautiful.

On the meadow beside Dongxuan Lake, a young man was walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. On his back was a coffin that was bigger than him. The heavy coffin made him breathless.

The setting sun was like blood, shining on the Dongxuan Lake, dyeing the green lake water into scarlet. The lake surface was sparkling, as if there were thousands of red eyes flashing, which was terrifying to watch.

By the lake, the long grass and reeds swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if telling something. The mountains in the distance were covered with a layer of golden red under the afterglow, looking particularly magnificent.

Looking forward, behind the shadows of the reeds, the outline of a magnificent Buddhist temple slowly rises from the horizon.

"finally reached."

Fu Qingzhou tightened the straps carrying the heavy coffin on his shoulders and let out a long sigh.

In fact, this coffin is not that heavy for him now... but it is too heavy for him to carry because he has to walk a long way!

Yes, he walked all the way from Luoyi, and it took him more than half a month.

It's not that he has a tendency to be masochistic...

On the one hand, it was out of caution. Since the coffin was to be brought to the Fanyin Temple, they had to put on a good show... If they rode a horse or used a cart to pull the coffin nearby, they might be under the eyes and ears of others.

On the other hand, you also need to set aside some time.

This time he came to submit his petition to the Fanyin Temple, so naturally other people would not be idle either. Hua Wuying, Qiu Chan and others would quietly gather some fellow martial artists, while Mr. Zhao Hao of Qianfang Baixiao Tower would need to collect enough intelligence.

That's why Fu Qingzhou was able to walk slowly along the way carrying Fahai's body.

During this period, he deliberately did not shave and left some beard. His hair was messy and tied up casually with a band. Coupled with the wind and sun from walking all the way, he immediately looked six or seven years older.

There were no photographs in ancient times, and the people in Fanyin Temple probably did not have enough knowledge of Fu Qingzhou's appearance. His truly distinctive feature might not be his appearance, but the big bow on his back and the talisman arrows in his quiver.

The way he looks now, he doesn't need to disguise himself and no one will recognize him.

Of course, there is still a place where disguise is needed...that is one's cultivation.

Fu Qingzhou's Qi Ran and Yi Ran techniques are now integrated. Regardless of whether this integration is real, at least they are very harmonious now, which also makes his internal energy comparable to the peak of the sixth realm...

However, the character he is going to disguise himself as next would not dare to have such skills.

He went to the Xingyun Chamber of Commerce to ask, but even the Chamber of Commerce didn't have anything that could disguise the nature of one's own skills and cultivation level...

Fu Qingzhou still remembers the embarrassed expression of the shopkeeper Chen Dahe. The Nebula Chamber of Commerce, which claims to have everything, actually has something that it can't get!
Fortunately... there is still a smoker.

"No brains, no flexibility!"

At that time, it sneered and said, "Why do you want to change the nature of the technique and the realm of cultivation? Can't you just mislead others' perception? You are seeking the far away instead of the near!"

Is it really genius?

So the matter was settled. The Smoker would be responsible for helping Fu Qingzhou to resolve the matter, and afterwards... replace it with a better piece of jade so that it would be more comfortable.

"Phew...I'm so tired."

Fu Qingzhou sat down on the steps at the gate of Fanyin Temple, put the coffin heavily on the ground with a thump, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Turning my head, I saw that the bronze door of the temple was closed and it was extremely quiet.

He took a deep breath, tilted his neck back and shouted.

"Is there anyone here?"

"Is there anyone here? I'm here to take the monk's body back to the temple!"

After more than half a month of living in the open air, his voice had become a little hoarse, and his unpleasant shouts drifted far away, blowing off the green leaves on the temple walls. Soon, footsteps were heard from the other side of the gate.

Fu Qingzhou seemed unaware and continued shouting.

Soon, the door creaked open a crack, and a low voice came from the crack: "Who are you? Stop making noise here!"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and turned to look inside the door.

A vigilant monk's face appeared from the crack in the door, staring at him with a pair of triangular eyes.

Fu Qingzhou smiled, stood up and straightened his back: "I came here to become a monk!"

"Go! Go! Go."

The monk inside the door frowned and said, "We don't accept anyone anymore."

"Eh? That's not right!" Fu Qingzhou pointed at the coffin at his feet: "Before this great monk died, he promised me that I could enter the temple!"

The monk looked clearly confused.

Fu Qingzhou did not keep the person in suspense. He immediately bent down and grunted as he pulled out the wooden nails on the lid of the big coffin and removed the lid.

Among them was Fahai's slightly rotten and smelly body, with half of its skin peeled off.

"This is?!"

The monk inside the door was shocked and opened the door a little wider: "Brother Fahai?!"

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head... This guy is quite amazing. The corpse is in such a state, but he can still recognize it?
"you!"

The monk pointed at Fu Qingzhou in dismay: "Who are you... Come here!"

He shouted loudly, and soon there was a burst of dense footsteps behind the door. After a while, at least six or seven monks pushed open the door. After seeing the corpse, they were all shocked and surrounded him with murderous intent.

Fu Qingzhou immediately pretended to be horrified: "What are you doing! I took great pains to carry him here..."

Before he finished his words, several swords were unsheathed and placed on his neck.

"Say!"

The monk who opened the door earlier said in a stern voice: "Who are you? Why did Senior Brother Fahai die?"

Fu Qingzhou was "crying without tears": "He was fucking killed by someone else, it's none of my business!"

The monk narrowed his eyes: "Speak clearly."

Fu Qingzhou said helplessly, "I... I was originally a butcher. In order to avoid being bullied, I learned some farming skills. But a few days ago, this monk passed by and said that I had talent and that I had a connection with Buddha. He asked me if I wanted to become a monk and learn Kung Fu."

"I asked him if being a monk meant he couldn't eat meat or sleep with women? He said..."

"Stop!" The veins on the monk's forehead jumped: "Don't talk about these nonsense! Let's get to the point!"

"Oh……"

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head: "Anyway, what he said made me very excited. Seeing that I was willing, he let me buy herbs with my own money and refine a pill. After I swallowed it, I practiced according to what he taught me, and hey, I succeeded."

"Then he said that he had promised his junior brother something like that, that he would go and help kill a few people, and that he would take me away when he came back."

"When he came back, I found that he had been stabbed in the heart. He wasn't dead, but he was almost dead."

He sighed, "He wanted me to bring him back and find someone to avenge him. I thought this monk was good to me, so I just took him with me. But he died halfway through the journey. I found a lot of money on him and made a coffin for him..."

After saying that, Fu Qingzhou pointed to the big coffin and said, "It's all here."

The swords surrounding him were still not put down, still emitting cold and murderous aura.

The monk squinted his triangular eyes and said nothing.

"Tie him up."

After a while, he made a decision: "Leave it to Senior Brother Fajing to decide."

(End of this chapter)