Chapter 316: Listening to the Heavenly Sound for the Third Time
Chapter 316: Listening to the Heavenly Sound for the Third Time (Update)
"I heard that the Royal Family of Dayun attaches great importance to the purity of their bloodline and has not intermarried with outsiders for nearly a thousand years. Many dignitaries have followed suit, so the rumors about the many freaks in the imperial capital have been rampant..."
"Liu San, a constable from the Daoya C Office, is looking for his missing younger sister..."
"The respected head of the Liu family in the west of the city, Liu De, was afraid of his wife and did not dare to acknowledge his illegitimate son who had wandered away in his early years and had a perverse temperament.
We can only make a big show of it, accept him as our only disciple, and train him with great care..."
……
In the space of holding troops, the light on the Listening to Sound Wooden Scroll flickered, and paragraphs of text were constantly refreshed like a waterfall.
Since the opening of the Palm Sound Talisman, Li Yuan has developed a habit of listening to the sound every day. After obtaining the Yunxiang Ding, he has no shortage of incense, and he listens for a long time every day.
The information obtained from the Zhangyinlu was disorganized and very little was useful, but Li Yuan still memorized it one by one and recorded the important ones in the Lingyin Book.
"If they don't marry outsiders, wouldn't the Dayun royal family be a deformity?"
Li Yuan narrowed his eyes, listened to various pieces of information, and also sorted and analyzed the various pieces of information to see if there was anything he could use.
However, after reading dozens of them, the only useful ones were about the Dayun royal family, and the rest were mostly trivial matters or vendettas.
"No wonder the Royal Family of Dayun has not been prosperous for many years. It's a miracle that it can be prosperous... However, Dayun has been more than 1,400 years, and the listening music says it's nearly a thousand years. So, is this a rule that was enacted after Pang Wenlong's death?"
Li Yuan grumbled in his heart, but didn't really care.
No matter how chaotic the Dayun royal family is, it is not the turn of a wild Taoist priest like him to educate them.
Holding a lot of incense, Li Yuan was willing to spend it. He listened to dozens of messages before finally hearing one that was a little familiar:
"The master thief Sikong Xing is hiding in a disguise in an inn somewhere in the south of the city, waiting for an opportunity to make a fortune..."
"What a daring thief."
Li Yuan was amazed that after committing such a big crime, Si Kong Xing not only did not run away, but was also waiting for an opportunity to make a fortune.
"Before the Palm Sound Talisman can be promoted, you must use up the number of times you can 'Listen to the Heavenly Sound'."
As Li Yuan chanted, the Listening Sound Wooden Talisman kept flashing with light and various sounds kept ringing in his ears. Soon, all the conditions for the Palm Sound Talisman to be promoted to the fourth level were met.
Listen to the Third Order Sound two hundred times.
"Sure enough, a fat sheep like Sikong Xing is hard to come by."
Li Yuan sorted out the sounds he had heard and wrote down the more important information. Among them, one piece of information caught his attention:
"Late at night, in the Dragon-Tiger Pagoda, Master Yushu climbed up with great difficulty, determined to make a name for himself, but he was in a low mood, as if he had suffered a great blow..."
"This senior brother is really determined. He is still climbing."
Li Yuan was in awe, as he was indeed not the only one working hard.
"However, the magic weapons cannot be used in the Dragon Tiger Tower, so he can only stop at the fifth floor at most."
After recording all the sounds, Li Yuan yawned, closed his eyes again, and did not hesitate:
"Listen to the heavenly sound!"
hum~
In the space where the soldiers were in control, a bright light suddenly shone.
Li Yuan was highly concentrated. With the experiences from the previous two times, he was well prepared and wanted to experience the soul leaving the body again.
However, after the light overwhelmed his mind, he did not feel ecstatic.
On the contrary, after a while, the light dimmed.
"Hmm? Something seems to be different this time?"
Li Yuan's heart moved, and at the same time, a voice that came from nowhere sounded in his ears and heart, ancient and desolate:
[The sky and earth are vast, the stars are endless...]
Different!
The moment the voice exploded in his heart, Li Yuan had keenly sensed that something was wrong. He was very sure that the voice was not Dayun Mandarin, nor was it any of the local dialects he had learned.
But I naturally understood the meaning contained in this voice.
hum~
Li Yuan felt dazed. As the voice echoed, he felt as if his soul was leaving his body. However, unlike the previous two times, large pieces of light and images appeared directly in his mind.
Woo~
After a moment of trance, Li Yuan looked intently, and the blurry light and shadow gradually became clear. It was a small room, empty inside, with no tables or chairs, only two cushions.
An old man with white hair and beard, looking quite elegant, was sitting cross-legged in the middle. On the wall behind him, there was a mural painted with extremely fine craftsmanship.
In the painting, there are undulating mountains, surging sea of clouds, and thousands of beasts racing among them. In the sea of clouds, there is a blue dragon with its head lowered, looking indifferent and cold.
"The best among men..."
The old man's mumbling voice could be heard in the light and shadow.
"This old man..."
Li Yuan looked at him intently and recognized the person among them: "I am the old man who taught Pang Wenlong the righteous way of worshipping the gods when I listened to the heavenly sound for the second time!"
Li Yuan was shocked and looked at it carefully. He could clearly see the fatigue on the old man's face.
"A dragon and a phoenix among men."
In the light and shadow, the old man muttered to himself as he raised his hand, and a trace of blood like red gold dripped from his fingertips.
Through the light curtain, Li Yuan saw the drop of blood falling to the ground, making a "ding" sound, and then bouncing up into the air.
"This drop of blood!"
Li Yuan trembled and almost woke up.
Under his gaze, that drop of blood looked like pure gold, emitting a tangible light. Looking carefully, he seemed to be able to feel the drop of blood trembling.
"Boom!"
The sound of heartbeats could be heard from the light curtain.
As Li Yuan stared in disbelief, a pair of wings stretched out from the drop of blood, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a miniature white crane?
"Wow!"
The white crane chirped softly, its eyes full of innocence and admiration, just like a newborn life.
"Drops of blood forming?"
On the light screen, the old man lightly tapped, and the white crane, which was as big as a fingertip, let out a mournful cry, exploded and scattered, and before it could land on the ground, it had turned into an equally tiny goshawk.
Then, there are tigers, apes, lions, elephants...
In the blink of an eye, the old man clicked nine times, and the drop of blood changed nine times. Finally, it turned into a small golden dragon, emitting a childish dragon roar.
"Snapped!"
The old master stretched out his hand for the tenth time. The little dragon wailed, looked back at him reluctantly, fell to the ground and turned into a blood egg, rolling on the ground, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard from it.
A pitiful, wrinkled little creature walked out of the blood egg. It was a little shaky when it took one or two steps, but after three or five steps, it had grown a lot bigger.
After walking a dozen steps, he had grown into a young man eight feet tall with a handsome face.
"Father, I'm going!"
The young man bowed to the old master reluctantly.
"Suit up."
The old man took out a piece of clothing from his sleeve and handed it to the young man, who took it respectfully, put it on, and then, with an expression of being ready to die,
Walked towards the wall facing you.
"This……"
Li Yuan was a little confused. Only then did he notice that there was an ancient painting hanging on the wall facing the old man.
In the ancient painting, the sun is shining, the clouds are lingering, and there is a quaint little temple rising and falling...
"Hachimiya?!"
This thought suddenly popped up in Li Yuan's mind. He remembered that the last time he listened to the heavenly sound, he saw this old man looking for a strange place called Bafang Temple.
The heroic young man transformed from a drop of blood strode into the painting. Then, a scream was heard and the mist in the ancient painting turned slightly red.
"There are no dragons or phoenixes among men."
The old man muttered to himself, then he stretched out his finger and a drop of blood fell:
"Unparalleled talent!"
and many more……
Looking at that drop of blood, it changed into various animal shapes just like the previous drop, and finally turned into a heroic young man, walking towards the ancient painting as if he was going to die. Only then did Li Yuan react.
"When this old man talks about 'a rare talent' or 'unparalleled talent', is he talking about talent?"
Li Yuan came to his senses, feeling both surprised and suspicious:
"He wants to enter the temple in this ancient painting?"
Does this work too?
Watching the young man walking towards the ancient painting as if he was going to die in the light curtain, Li Yuan felt inexplicably nervous, as if he was infected by an inexplicable emotion.
The young man with extraordinary talent persisted longer in the ancient painting. Li Yuan even saw him trudging through the sea of clouds.
But in less than a moment, accompanied by a scream, the young man turned into a faint red and merged into the painting.
"Isn't the peerless talent enough?"
The old man sighed softly, and seemed to feel sad for the two young men, but he did not hesitate and stretched out his finger for the third time:
"How about Qiangu?"
pat!
This time, it was not a drop of blood, but a line of blood.
Li Yuan heard the 'ding-ding-dang-dang' sound for a long time, and the old man's face turned a little pale, and then the third young man slowly took shape.
He has walked more than twenty steps since he was a child. With each step he takes, his form changes several times, sometimes an eagle, sometimes a tiger, sometimes a turtle, sometimes a horse...
Similarly, after bowing, the young man also walked into the ancient painting.
He persisted longer, but eventually disappeared in the strong wind of the sea of clouds. At this moment, Li Yuan discovered that there were dots of cinnabar red in the sea of clouds, and the young man was one of them.
There are hundreds and thousands of similar red dots in the sea of clouds...
"How many times has he tried?"
Even though they were just people transformed from drops of blood, Li Yuan felt inexplicably sad, as if they were real people.
"Eternal level is not enough."
There was a trace of anxiety on the old man's face. Finally, he stretched out his hand, inserted it into his chest, exerted force, and grabbed out a still beating heart.
“Can a person live without a heart?”
The old man smiled bitterly, his face was completely pale, and Li Yuan could sense a deep sense of gloom even through the light curtain.
Even if a terrestrial immortal lives to be 200 years old, he still has a body of flesh and blood and will die even if he has no heart.
This……
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The sound of his heartbeat slowed down and then quickly increased, and then, like the three people before him, he turned into a tall Tibetan young man.
The young man stood in the house, as dazzling as the sun. His body was slender and perfect, and every inch of it contained amazing explosive power.
Finally, the young man also disappeared in the clouds, but no screams were heard. Instead, he turned into a streak of blood and fell in front of the ancient temple.
"Even if I have an unparalleled talent, it won't be enough..."
The room fell silent. Li Yuan felt a strong sense of unwillingness and disappointment. The emotion was so strong that he couldn't help but shed tears.
"I don't know if I can do it..."
The old man with an empty chest stood up and placed the hairpin, bracelet, thumb ring, a small bow, and two secret books written on unknown animal skins next to the cushion.
Then he straightened his clothes and slowly walked towards the ancient painting.
Click!
The light curtain shattered and disappeared at this moment.
"call!"
Inside the house, Li Yuan was wiping his tears frantically. It was as if his tear glands had burst and no matter how hard he tried, his tears could not be wiped away. He could only accept his fate and cry with his head covered, leaving the little mouse in the corner dumbfounded.
After a long while, Master Li Dao felt that he had shed all the tears he had in his eight lifetimes. He then lay down with a look of lifelessness on his face, with inexplicable sadness still lingering in his heart.
"This old man is so cruel, he almost made me cry to death!"
Li Yuan sat up, blew his nose, and then lay down again. He closed his eyes and recalled the scene before the light curtain shattered.
He recognized who the old man was.
The last two secret books he put down, the upper one was the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Meditation and Dragon Demon Heart Sutra'!
"Star-Picking Tower Master, Dragon Demon Taoist!"
(End of this chapter)