PDLP Chapter 155 Changes
Chapter 155 Changes
When Li Jun walked out of the mourning hall, it was already past nine o'clock at night.
The corridor was very quiet, with only the light at the end still on, emitting a dim yellow glow.
Outside the window, you can see the distant snow-capped mountains, which glow with a faint silvery-white light under the moonlight, like a painting hanging there.
He took out his phone and glanced at it.
There were several missed calls, all from Master. He was busy with the relocation of graves in the afternoon and had his phone on silent, so he didn't answer.
Li Jun wanted to reply to his master, but after checking the time, he hesitated.
It's past nine o'clock.
Master goes to bed early and should be in bed by now. He's a light sleeper, and if I call him, he probably won't be able to sleep for most of the night.
Forget it.
I'm going back tomorrow.
It's better to say it face-to-face than over the phone.
Li Jun put away his phone and turned to walk towards his room.
The only sound in the corridor was his footsteps, one after another, which were very clear in the empty stairwell.
As he passed Jin Hao's room, he heard even snoring coming from inside.
This kid went to bed early today.
Li Jun smiled and continued walking forward.
……
The conditions at the Kunlun branch are limited, and the rooms provided are not large.
A bed, a table, and a chair.
The heating pipes were right below the window, burning hot, and the windowpanes were covered in a layer of white steam.
Li Jun pushed the door open, went in, and closed it behind him.
He took off his coat, hung it on the hanger behind the door, then walked to the table and sat down in the chair.
There were two swords on the table.
One was a sword used to ward off evil spirits; its blade was long and slender, and its scabbard was ancient and simple. It lay there quietly.
The other one is a broken sword of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi.
It's called a sword, but it's actually just a piece of it left.
From the hilt upwards, about a foot of the blade remains, but beyond that, there are jagged edges, as if it had been forcibly broken by some immense force.
The gold color on the surface of the sword had completely disappeared, leaving only a layer of grayish color, making it look like scrap metal.
But Li Jun knew that this thing was not simple.
Today, after he unleashed his sword strike, Susanoo's phantom vanished.
Those few days have also vanished.
After the sword energy dissipated, all that remained was this broken sword.
now.
Li Jun stared at the broken sword, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He could see tiny specks of light slowly emerging from the broken sword.
Those tiny specks of light were as fine as dust, almost invisible under the lamplight.
A point of light rose from the broken sword and slowly drifted toward the demon-suppressing sword beside it.
The moment it touched the blade of the Demon-Suppressing Sword, the light spot merged into it.
With each addition of a single element, the luster on the surface of the Demon-Suppressing Sword brightens slightly.
Li Jun leaned back in his chair, quietly watching this scene.
He knew that the Demon-Suppressing Sword was interested in this broken sword.
Ever since the broken sword was brought back, the Demon-Suppressing Sword has been "consuming" it.
They ate very slowly.
But I kept eating.
Those tiny specks of light must be the residual power of the Kusanagi Sword.
Or rather... it is some kind of essential nature of its existence.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword is absorbing these.
Li Jun suddenly remembered the online novels he had read before.
In the novel, weapons can be upgraded by absorbing other divine weapons.
The more it devours, the stronger it becomes.
From ordinary weapons to spiritual artifacts, to magical treasures, to celestial artifacts...
Li Jun looked down at the Zhenxie Sword, which was happily "eating" something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Could this little licking sword really be able to advance in rank?
If it could really advance, what would it become?
Turn into a magical artifact?
A celestial artifact?
still is……
Li Jun thought for a moment and then shook his head.
Forget it, I don't want to think that far ahead.
Since it's eating, let it eat.
Being able to eat is a blessing.
……
Outside the window, moonlight shines on the snow-capped mountains.
The room was very quiet.
Only the heating pipes occasionally emitted a faint gurgling sound.
Li Jun leaned back in his chair, watching the Demon-Suppressing Sword gradually absorb the light spots, his thoughts drifting away.
He recalled the sword strike he had received earlier that day.
He recalled the place his divine sense faintly touched when he unleashed that sword strike.
That place is the land of cherry blossoms, but it's more than just the land of cherry blossoms.
His feeling was more like...
On another level.
Li Jun frowned slightly.
He recalled the origin of the Kusanagi Sword.
In the myth of the Little Days, Susanoo killed the Yamata no Orochi and obtained this sword from the serpent's tail.
Later, Susanoo offered it to Amaterasu.
Amaterasu is the sun goddess of the common people and the ruler of Takamagahara.
Takamagahara...
It is the celestial realm in the legends of Xiao Rizi.
A thought suddenly popped into Li Jun's mind.
Did that sword strike today also sever Takamagahara?
When the thought popped into his head, Li Jun was stunned for a moment.
Takamagahara?
Is this the legendary celestial realm of Little Days?
is it possible?
He stared at the broken sword, remaining silent for a long while.
In the fragment of the Shangqing Dongxuan Zhenjing left by the advisor, some speculations were written at the end.
Buddhism disappeared in the early Tang Dynasty.
There is a force driving the Dharma-ending Age.
Now the spiritual energy has been restored...
Li Jun raised his head and looked out the window.
Outside the window are continuous snow-capped mountains, gleaming silvery-white in the moonlight.
That snow has been accumulating there for thousands of years.
How many secrets are buried beneath that snow?
he does not know.
But he had a vague feeling.
As spiritual energy revives, those beings that once existed only in legends may very well reappear in the world.
The immortals and gods of the Great Xia Dynasty.
As spiritual energy revives, those beings that once existed only in legends may very well reappear in the world.
The immortals and gods of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Those figures he had known since childhood.
The Three Pure Ones and the Four Emperors.
Five Elders from the Five Directions.
Six officials and seven ministers.
The Eight Extremes and Nine Luminaries.
The Ten Kings of Hell.
And then there are those scattered immortals, true immortals, and masters of grottoes among the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas...
If one day, they really do reappear in the world.
How will they interact with ordinary people?
Li Jun didn't know.
He suddenly realized how much the world had changed.
just now……
This is just the beginning.
The future will bring even greater changes.
It's so big it's almost unbelievable.
So unfamiliar...
They might not recognize this world anymore.
Li Jun remained silent for a while.
Then, he remembered his master.
The master stayed at the Luxian Temple for eighty years.
Eighty years.
A man, guarding that small Taoist temple, guarding the person who can never return.
At that moment, an idea suddenly came to Li Jun's mind.
After the clerk's clothes and hat have been properly buried.
Once everything was settled in the Taoist temple.
He wanted to take his master out for a walk.
Go and see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland.
Go to Mount Tai to see the sunrise.
Go to Huangshan to see the sea of clouds.
Go see the mighty Yangtze River.
My master has guarded this place for eighty years.
Now, it's time to go out and see the world.
Go see the scenery you've only read about in books and never seen in person.
Let's go see how big Daxia really is.
Go and see places that may be unfamiliar to you in the future.
Before they become unfamiliar.
"Buzz!"
Just then, a soft sword rang out, interrupting Li Jun's thoughts.
He lowered his head.
The hilt of the Demon-Suppressing Sword was swaying slightly.
Shake in his direction.
Li Jun was stunned.
Then he saw that the sword hilt was shaking even more violently.
They even moved forward a little.
Li Jun: "..."
This sword is so full of life!
He shook his head helplessly and reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword.
It feels smooth and warm to the touch.
A pleasant feeling emanated from the sword.
It's like she's had her fill of food and is now acting spoiled.
Li Jun's lips twitched.
He infused a wisp of power.
The sword trembled slightly and then fell silent.
Li Jun let go of her hand and stood up.
It's time to go keep vigil.
The incense must not be extinguished.
He walked to the door, picked up his coat, and put it on.
He glanced back at the table.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword lay quietly.
The broken sword was still slowly emitting tiny specks of light.
Everything was quiet.
Li Jun pushed open the door and went out.
The corridor remained empty.
Only the lamp at the end still shone with a dim yellow light.
He walked towards the mourning hall.
Footsteps, one after another.
It stood out clearly in the quiet corridor.