When Uncle Ding saw this, he quickly put his hand on his shoulders and said: "Son, the people in the nursing hall are all martial arts masters, and someone like He Feng who can be the leader has a certain degree of strength. That kind of strength is very important to you.
It is extremely terrifying. With your current strength, if you want to take revenge, you will definitely be hitting a stone with an egg. That’s why your father asked you to leave here quickly before he died. I guess they have become suspicious of you now, and maybe they will come looking for you.
You are in trouble."
At this time, he saw someone walking towards them, and urged in a hurry: "Obede my child, don't hesitate, leave as far as you can. Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood. If you have the opportunity to learn
It's not too late to come back for revenge after reaching the superior martial arts. I'm going back, so take care of yourself." After saying that, he walked away quickly.
Lu Zhan watched Uncle Ding's figure disappear around the corner. He stood on the side of the road and thought for a while, then resolutely turned around and walked towards his home in the southwest corner of Lu Mansion.
In the southwest corner of the Lu Mansion, most of the servants and family members of the Lu Mansion live. Compared with the magnificent Lu family's main residence, this area looks dilapidated and dirty.
Lu Zhan walked into his small and simple courtyard, and a feeling of loneliness and loneliness immediately hit his heart. The warmth of the past was missing from this courtyard. From now on, he would be alone in this world struggling to survive.
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He stood blankly in the center of the small courtyard, staring blankly at his feet. The place where he stood now was the place where he found Lu Tonghui lying in a pool of blood when he returned home seven days ago.
The tragic scene at that time was vivid in his mind, and the young Lu Zhan was completely frightened by the sight before him.
Lu Tonghui realized that his life was hopeless. He held on to his son's hand and said, "Zhan'er, dad is dying. After I die, you should leave this place immediately...immediately."
"No, Dad! Please don't say this. Who did this...who did this? I'm going to find a doctor to treat you." Lu Zhan hurriedly covered the bleeding wound on his father's body, but he didn't know.
Covering his chest, the wounds on his belly were bleeding faster. With so many wounds, he just hated the sky for not allowing him to grow two more hands.
Lu Tonghui stared into his son's eyes and solemnly warned him word by word: "Son, listen to my father and never avenge him."
Lu Zhan was confused: "Why?"
"There's no reason, it's just that... dad doesn't want you to stay in Lu Mansion any longer." Lu Tonghui took a deep breath and continued to instruct: "When you leave, you don't have to take anything from home, the only thing you must take is,
It is the statue of the benevolent immortal in the south chamber. Our Lu family has worshiped that statue for four generations without interruption. Dad, please... no matter where you go from now on, you must do it.
You must add incense to this statue of God devoutly, and every time when the sun is waning and the moon is full, you must offer fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat as sacrifices... Don't forget it!" After saying that, Lu Tonghui fell into a coma.
If it doesn't pass, I will lose my breath and my soul will disperse.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhan's eyes moved from his feet to the room in the south wing. That room was originally the best room in this small courtyard, but now it was turned into an altar by Lu Tonghui to worship the ancestors of their Lu family.
The statue of the benevolent deity.
He walked up to the altar and opened the door.
The altar was filled with the scent of sandalwood. There was an offering table in the hall, and a small statue of a god was placed in the center of the table. In front of the statue were two pots of shriveled fruits and vegetables. Lu Zhan lit the incense candles in front of the statue, and placed two
The light from the fire illuminated the statues in the hall.
This statue is about two feet tall and is wearing a golden Taoist robe. The statue's sculptural skills seem to be very poor. The facial features of the statue's figures are actually blurred, and only its sharp points can be vaguely discerned.
His lips and ears are also big, and the two beards on his lips are thin and long, making him look very strange.
"Is this thing worthy of being called an immortal?" Lu Zhan stared at the statue and muttered in a very disrespectful tone.
According to my father, it seems that his great-grandfather's family suffered a disaster when he was young. At that time, a little god who was practicing in a wild cave and claimed to be an "immortal" passed by and took action to resolve the disaster, so he committed suicide.
After that, the Lu family worshiped him as a benefactor.
However, this past event is nothing more than a long-standing legend to Lu Zhan. Ever since he was sensible, he has been full of disdain for this wretched-looking statue.
But since his father respected it so much and kept offering incense every day, he couldn't say anything.
Now that his only close relative, his father, was killed, he suddenly entered the darkest moment in his life, and his view of things became extreme and sharp.
"Shangxian, Shangxian, Dad said that you are the benefactor of my family and can protect my family's safety, so our Lu family has been worshiping you for generations. Even if our own lives are in a dilemma of not having enough food and clothing, we still serve you with big fish and meat every month.
, I dare not slack off for a moment. But look at what will happen to these people who worship you devoutly."
Lu Zhan stared at the statue, gritted his teeth and said in pain: "Our family has been bullied in the Lu Mansion. I am already fifteen years old and have reached the age of wearing a crown, but I am weak and sick and have been ridiculed. So far, I have accomplished nothing. My mother was tortured by illness at a young age.
Until his death, my father was brutally murdered when he was in his prime. I still don’t know who the murderer was! It seems that our family has worked hard to support you all our lives, but in the end we didn’t end up doing well."
The flame of the incense candle in front of the statue suddenly swayed, the light in the altar became darker and darker, and a group of bitter emotions seemed to spread from the statue.
Lu Zhan didn't notice these subtle changes. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, "For a rotten immortal like you who only knows how to collect without giving anything in return, it's okay if we don't pay for it, so as not to have to hold on to so much dissatisfaction even though we are living in despair."
Realistic expectations.”
"Hmph, my fate is up to me! I don't need you woodcarvings and clay sculptures to bless me!"
His tone became more and more angry. When he got to the point of irritation, he raised his hand and overturned the entire altar table. There was only a loud ping-pong sound, and the tributes on the table were overturned on the floor, including the clay statue of the god.
, it also fell to pieces.
Lu Zhan flicked his sleeves angrily, and just as he was about to leave the altar, he suddenly saw a cloud of green smoke rising from the broken statue of the god——
The green smoke curled up, but did not disperse. Instead, it became thicker and thicker, and finally condensed into the shape of a man. I saw that this smoke-shaped figure had a long and pointed mouth, big eyes, and big ears.
With two long strands of beard hanging on his lips, he looked like an extremely wretched little old man.
Lu Zhan's eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped to the floor.
The smoke-shaped little old man actually spoke: "You little kid, how can you be so ignorant, you have rebelled against me!"
"You...you you..." Lu Zhan said "you" for a long time, his tongue froze, and it took him a while to utter a coherent sentence: "Oh my God, is there really such a thing as an immortal?"
"Nonsense, if it weren't for me, would four generations of your family worship me so eagerly?" The smoke-shaped little old man looked at the shattered statue on the ground and muttered regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, you
My family has worshiped me for eighty-eight years, and it seems that in twelve years my merits will be complete, and my descendants will be rich and prosperous. But you, little kid, will your life span be shortened if you worship me for twelve years? You are so impatient.
.You look down on me as a little demon—no, am I not an immortal?"
The wretched Immortal nodded self-righteously, "That's right. There are so many immortals in the caves in the world. What does the realm of transformation that I have practiced with the soul of a weasel for more than three hundred years mean?"
Then he pointed at Lu Zhan's nose dejectedly and said: "But I can tell you, don't look at people with a dog's eye. Look at the immortal. Although I am not very powerful when I grow up in a cave, I still used my magical power to save your family back then."
A catastrophe, otherwise, there would be no one like you alive in the world now."
Lu Zhan originally wanted to apologize, but when he heard him say "little devil" on the left and "weasel" on the right, he suddenly felt a knot in his heart: "This Ganqing is a spirit, not a real god! Oh my God,
A weasel can fly into the sky and into the earth, changing its image at will, is there any justice in this?"
The wretched immortal seemed to sense Lu Zhan's thoughts. He said "tsk", "You little kid is angry, isn't it? What happened to the weasel? The weasel is also a member of all living beings. It also has ethics, wisdom, and facial features.
The six meridians are not inferior to you humans. In fact, everyone in this world can practice it and have the opportunity to become a god. However, only you humans can't do it. Do you know why? Because God is fair, he
It allows you humans to have higher intelligence and scheming than other creatures, but it also takes away one thing from humans, leaving you with no chance to reach perfection. Do you know what the thing that was taken away is? That is spiritual practice.
Without this root, no matter how talented you are, you can only have less than a hundred years of glory."
After saying that, the Immortal once again glanced at the fragment of the statue on the ground, shook his head sadly and said: "It seems that the relationship between me and your family has ended. Alas, little baby, if you take more care of yourself, I will be gone forever."
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Lu Zhan was stunned by what he said and was in a state of semi-dementia. It wasn't until he saw Huang Taixian fluttering his broad sleeves and pretending to be traveling far away that he hurriedly held back a sentence: "Old immortal, this is
Are you about to leave? My family has been serving you for so many years, why don’t you even leave an explanation?"
The wretched Immortal looked back at him and sighed: "They say it's all due to this, what else can you explain?"
"My father is very respectful to you and has never treated you lightly. Now that your father has been killed, can't you, the Immortal, take action to avenge him?"
Wong Tai Sin wrinkled his nose and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Your father is destined to suffer this disaster. This is God's will. I'm sorry, but I don't dare to go against God's will."
Lu Zhan was also a clever person. When he saw Shangxian speaking, his eyes flickered, and he knew that he must know something, but he just didn't want to say it. This made him feel particularly depressed and helpless; he thought that even the spirits with magical powers were hesitant to dare.
Most of what he was talking about was that his father had provoked a powerful person that even he was afraid of.
No wonder my father insisted on not taking revenge before he died. Maybe it was because his enemies were too powerful and he was afraid that he would be harmed if he failed to take revenge.
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