"Evil spirits, only to be killed, not redeed~"
The White Crane Child charged straight forward, grabbing the young monk by the front of his robe with his left hand, and then slamd him forcefully towards the ground.
"Bang!"
A large amount of yellow liquid spilled from the young monk's body, a thod he used to soften his body and dissipate the force. He also shed his robe, sliding backward in an attempt to escape.
The Child threw the trident in his hand, which the opponent dodged skillfully, but then, the Child conjured another trident with a skill and continued to throw it!
"Thud!"
"Ah!!!"
No matter how you dodge, eventually, one will hit.
The young monk let out a wretched scream, sounding like a mad old woman.
Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou both fiercely repelled their blockers, but Li Zhiyuan had no intention of entering the house.
No rush,
Kill the two outside first, then the three of them can enter together, which would be more secure.
However, the people inside the house couldn't sit still anymore.
The old monk ca out.
His appearance had not changed much from Li Zhiyuan's mory, but his skin had lost its smoothness, showing signs of age.
Seeing Li Zhiyuan, a trace of contemplation flashed in the monk's eyes, as if trying to match the youth with past mories.
This proved that the opponent did not know about his coming.
But the opponent should have premonitions that a crisis was approaching.
The mute young monk and the soaking wet young monk were ans to handle the crisis.
Using highly exhausting irreversible Secret Techniques in advance to enhance their strength, it ans the mute and young monk still had tricks unplayed.
But it didn't matter, because Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou had just ward up, even if the opponent used that trick, they would still be suppressed.
The old monk bowed to Li Zhiyuan: "Since the benefactor is unwilling to co in, this poor monk has co out."
When the old monk ca out, the mute young monk and the other stopped their actions, indicating a pause.
But Li Zhiyuan didn't speak, so Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou continued to fight.
Soon, the mute young monk was struck into the air by Run Sheng with a shovel, spurting blood mid-air; the young monk had his arm slashed by Lin Shuyou with a trident, followed by a kick, causing yellow liquid to splatter.
The old monk sat cross-legged, seemingly entangled with so extrely tough fine threads in his hands. With a tug of his fingertips, a painting flew out from the house, landing in the monk's palm. He quickly spread the painting out, revealing the image of a five-year-old boy.
The painting was detailed and realistic, even capturing the small backpack Li Zhiyuan used to carry.
"The benefactor cos for matters of the past, this poor monk will speak without reserve!"
Li Zhiyuan raised his hand.
Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou ceased their actions and each walked to the side of the youth.
Run Sheng's clothes inflated slightly, making adjustnts. Although the prior consumption was negligible, seizing every chance to adjust is an instinct developed in Zou Jiang.
On Lin Shuyou's side, it was much simpler. The vertical pupil dissipated, allowing the Child to leave directly.
Since Li Zhiyuan invited the White Crane Child into his Nantong Daoist Field, not only had Lin Shuyou's Divination process beco easier, but the Child's descent was also more natural.
Previously, it followed only the official system; now a new system was added, effectively upgrading the previous two-way lane into a four-lane road.
Of course, not everyone can achieve such results by creating a branch and moving a temple register; it was the White Crane Child carving done by Alii's own hands that played a key role.
Ever since the new statue was placed, the Child liked to descend onto it when idle, and at night, strange "smack-smack" sounds often emitted from the kitchen next to the house.
The small room has an altar, but originally both wall sides were lined with long wooden boards, convenient for offering beneath each deity's painting.
Thus, every morning when Li Sanjiang went into the small room to burn incense, the first thing he did was to move the Child's statue, which wandered under different deity paintings, back to its place, and then bend down to pick up the two unrecognizable wooden figures that always fell from the altar.
For that reason, Li Sanjiang even asked while having breakfast, who had nothing better to do than go there every day to ss with things and that if they wanted to play with toys, he'd pay for them to buy so from Aunt Zhang's shop.
In truth, Li Zhiyuan was using the Dragon King's Court setup as a bridge for the Child, a luxury treatnt no Yin God or Divination Child could dream of since the birth of the official system.
Seeing the old monk adjusting his stance, Li Zhiyuan sat down as well.
The youth's peripheral vision glanced at the monk's fingertips, his hands densely lined and deeply etched due to frequent use of the tal threads.
Not entering alone was wise because who knows how many of those tal threads were lurking inside; it wasn't worth the risk.
"Back then, your mother sought to treat your illness, unfortunately, despite my efforts, this poor monk was inadequate and failed."
Li Zhiyuan raised his hand again, intending to command Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou to attack once more.
The old monk's eyes froze for a mont, imdiately speaking again:
"It's because your condition was special, with no Heart Demon to suppress, there was no illness; how could I cure nothing?"
Li Zhiyuan's hand continued to motion downwards.
The old monk spread his arms: "Wait a minute! It was this poor monk's desire, truly admiring talent; you were inherently pure, untainted by worldly dust, precisely the spiritual child our Buddhist Sect seeks. Upon seeing you, I wished to take you as a disciple and impart all my knowledge to brighten our Buddhist Sect!"
Li Zhiyuan's descending hand halted, clenching into a fist at the last mont.
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