northernbook Chapter 216 We are the Mo Clan
Chapter 216 We are the Mo Clan
Lin Fan rummaged through his pockets again, took out the bronze mace that Ma Wang had given him, and the broken bronze mace fell onto the iron table with a clatter.
The swordsmith wanted to ask Lin Fan where he had taken it from, but his attention was drawn to the bronze mace.
"Dense copper? Two of these are so big? This is quite a rare find. Hmm, I'll have to think about how to use them."
Finally, Lin Fan took out two gold ingots, each about the size of a thumb, which were travel expenses he had casually taken from Magistrate Cao's warehouse.
"Since it's not free, this compensation should be enough. Can I come back to collect it later?"
The swordsmith pushed the items back, saying, "I have enough money, but not enough time. Are you kidding me? Each of my works takes at least six months to complete."
Lin Fan nodded, frowned, and put the sickle away. He had only taken a day to forge the sickle before, so why had this skilled master taken even longer? He couldn't leave his important weapon here for half a year.
Lin Fan tossed two gold ingots into the air. The porcelain bottle seemed to snap open, and the bottle stretched out its slender head like lightning, swallowing the two ingots. If you didn't look closely, it would seem as if the ingots had vanished into thin air.
boom!
Instinctively, Mo Zhishan raised her hand to shield her face. The two doors were blown away, but they passed right through her body without affecting her at all.
With a wave of his hand, the knife and fan returned to his hands.
Without a moment's hesitation, Senior Brother Li detonated the fire bomb in his hand, the explosion blowing half the room away. As the smoke cleared, Mo Zhishan squinted at the three figures inside.
Senior Brother Li was in a terrible state; the bones in his hand that held the fire thunderbolt were shattered, and there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left, resembling a blood-red snake hanging down.
His body was almost entirely protected by golden threads, except for a burn mark on his right cheek, which turned a hideous, blood-red color.
Mingxing Jushi hid behind the Craftsman Bodhisattva and was unharmed. Only his clothes were a little dusty.
The craftsman Bodhisattva in front of him was the same, only covered in some dust, with no obvious damage.
Brother Li's eyes were filled with resentment; his desperate attack had almost failed. Even if he couldn't take Mingxing Jushi with him, he felt he could at least commit suicide.
"You! You killed me! Otherwise, I will not let you go! I will definitely take revenge on you!"
A hint of anger flashed across Mingxing's face; this sudden turn of events had ruined his good mood.
"You're truly a dog biting an immortal, not recognizing a kind heart! Every one of your family members is a demon who defies the Dharma. I helped you subdue demons and escape suffering. I taught you the supernatural powers of the Mohist school and the Dharma. I helped you accumulate merit step by step, ultimately achieving physical sainthood! And yet you still want to kill me! What kind of logic is this!"
Like Mozhishan, Senior Brother Li was an orphan, but he was older when he arrived and already remembered his own name.
He also vaguely remembered that his family was well-off when he was a child, and it seemed that they owned several shops.
Then one day, a group of robbers broke into their house and killed his family.
He was saved from danger by being hidden in a wardrobe by his mother, and was eventually rescued by his master.
It turns out they weren't rescued; they were just discovered.
Having figured everything out, Senior Brother Li stood there, stunned, having lost his last bit of strength, and no longer tried to struggle.
Swish.
Another right hand emerged from his clothes, and five silk threads landed on Senior Brother Li, shaping his body into a unique form.
The golden robe was gradually completed, and the six ordination scars on his head also shone with golden light.
In the end, Senior Brother Li turned into a monk sitting cross-legged.
Moreover, his appearance is very unique.
He has three hands: two right hands, one above the other, crossed together with his left hand clasped together; the upper right hand appears to be wrapped in flames.
His eyes were wide open, his face filled with rage. It was as if flames were burning on his right cheek, all the way to the scar on the top of his head.
Thus, the "Angry Vajra" statue with its half-body engulfed in flames was completed. The gold gradually faded, leaving only two facing gray-white clay figures.
It turned out that the statue, like most Bodhisattva statues, had a kind face and a serene expression.
What's special is Brother Li's statue; it's so unique, unlike any other craftsman Bodhisattva statues that Mozhishan had ever seen before.
"That makes twenty more. If ten more children return, we'll have enough. It doesn't matter if the rest never come back. Hehe. My cultivation is finally about to be complete."
Looking at the unique Bodhisattva statue before him, Layman Mingxing smiled with satisfaction. His sudden inspiration seemed to have yielded unexpectedly good results. Could this be proof that he was gradually achieving "enlightenment"?
"We belong to the Mohist school, not the Buddhist school. Reciting Buddhist scriptures is merely a means to better create. Achieving physical sainthood is not our pursuit; forging the most perfect Bodhisattva statue is our path." Master Mingxing murmured to himself. It was this realization that allowed him to stand out, transforming from a raw material into a craftsman. "And I must also cultivate my own craftsman's spirit to go even further."
Just as Mingxing was about to leave with the two Bodhisattva statues, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a knife and a fan at the door.
His gaze fell on the fan. He remembered that fan; it was the ink-paper fan that he had won from the swordsmith, a top-quality item made of black gold.
Mo Zhishan's mind seemed to have been hit by a crowbar, and he couldn't react for a moment. Even though Mingxing Jushi was staring at the fan in his hand with hostility, he was completely unaware.
“How could this be? It can’t be, this can’t be true. Master, how could Master do this? We are all raw materials, raw materials that Master used to create the Bodhisattva statue.”
He habitually squatted down with his hands clasped behind his back. He had done this often since he was a child because he always felt inexplicably lonely and cold when he was alone.
"Paper fan, paper fan? Is that you?" Mingxing Jushi asked tentatively. He could not see anyone, only a person and a knife swaying slightly in the air.
His three hands were all outstretched with fingers spread wide, and transparent threads on them swayed in the wind.
He was prepared to act at any moment and quietly approached the folding fan.
When they were close enough, Master Mingxing suddenly flung his hand, and the transparent silk thread stuck to the folding fan, which he then pulled into his own hand.
Mo Zhishan woke up from his shock when he saw his folding fan being taken away.
Master Mingxing examined the folding fan in his hand with great satisfaction. It was a fine treasure crafted by the Swordsmith. Although he didn't know how it had suddenly returned on its own, it was better that it was in his hands.
Hey.
Upon hearing the sound of stones scraping against the ground, Layman Mingxing turned his head in surprise.
Suddenly, the serene-looking Bodhisattva statue floated up on its own and flew towards the door.
A hole was drilled in the ground outside the house, and the mechanical beast Xiao Yi watched blankly as an old man chased after a floating Bodhisattva statue.
It tilted its head in confusion. It had come here following a familiar scent, but it seemed there was no target here.
Suddenly its gaze fell upon the black knife behind the Bodhisattva statue. It carried the scent of its master!
So he chased after them.