My Arms Can Turn into Blades-Chapter 332 - 212: Substitution of Plum for Peach (2)

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Chapter 332: Chapter 212: Substitution of Plum for Peach (2)

He then turned around and opened his hand.

Chen Lusi was slightly taken aback by this scene.

Because at that moment.

He clearly sensed... a massive amount of Spirit was pouring out from the old man clad in the Crown Robe.

And as the violent Spirit surged continuously.

The end of the Talisman in his hand suddenly ignited.

At the same time.

"Woo—"

Beside the Sheji Altar, the phantom of a giant beast, pure white, appeared, howling towards the sky.

The old man in the Crown Robe glanced at the entirely white giant beast, then walked forward, stepped onto the stairs, crouched down slowly, and pressed the burning Talisman onto the Five-Colored Earth.

But suddenly, at the moment of pressing down.

He seemed to have noticed something.

"Huh?"

He glanced again at the snow-white giant beast beside him, then slowly turned his head, looking at Chen Lusi.

Chen Lusi: "...?"

The other seemed to see Chen Lusi across time and space, and his expression changed.

And Chen Lusi had no time to react.

The scene in his vision started to rewind again.

Chen Lusi could do nothing.

And this time.

He found himself in a Daoist Temple, standing before an altar hosting a solemn and dignified deity statue.

Inside the hall, the deity statue was solemn and majestic. A Daoist sat silently at the side, chanting, while some worshippers whispered softly with reverence.

Outside the hall, the lingering incense smoke drifted away on the beautiful mountain peak, resembling a place where heaven and humans coexist for spiritual cultivation.

So what exactly is this...

Chen Lusi looked at yet another new scene.

He roughly guessed that he wasn’t pulled into an Anomaly Realm, but rather into a memory.

But the question is.

Whose memory is this?

Jing?

While Chen Lusi was lost in thought.

A voice suddenly sounded again.

"My Daoist Lineage is in danger..."

Chen Lusi was no longer surprised and turned around directly to see who was speaking.

But just as he turned his head, he froze.

Because in front of him stood an elder wearing a luxurious Daoist Robe with a Daoist Crown on his head.

This wasn’t surprising.

What caught his attention was.

The elder was looking into his eyes.

Chen Lusi found that this time the scene didn’t rewind, and hesitantly asked, "...Can you see me?"

"So how about discussing something with you?"

But the Daoist in the Daoist Robe, with dense white whiskers on his chin and a calm gaze, seemed not to hear his words.

He ignored the surrounding Daoists and worshippers, speaking as if to himself: "If one day, the Daoist Lineage really breaks off, help me pass it on."

"Meow."

A cat’s meow.

Instantly brought Chen Lusi back to his senses.

He looked down at his arms and realized that the Daoist wasn’t looking at him.

But at the...cat in his arms.

"Good."

This time, the Daoist seemed to hear it, gently swung the Buddhist Dust, then reached out and lightly rubbed the cat in Chen Lusi’s arms, softly saying, "The current emperor is an honest person, afraid that the Hu Yuan situation will repeat. For his descendants, to avoid losing the Mandate of Heaven after his death, and to not be constrained by Bi Luo and Yellow Springs, he has thought of forcibly binding the Daoist Lineage and substituting one for another, hoping for the dynasty’s eternal continuation.

But, there is no everlasting dynasty under the sky... One day, he will perish, the dynasty too, and so will I.

When that day comes, the Daoist Lineage will be in danger.

I shouldn’t have sent out that Talisman back then... The Ancestral Celestial Master achieved transcendence for both Human and Ghost, communicating with heaven and earth, forming a covenant with life and death, allying with Gods, building a false Celestial Gate atop Kunlun, to revive our Daoist Lineage, now it falls into my hands, if the Daoist Lineage ends here... I would be ashamed."

"Meow."

The cat in Chen Lusi’s arms meowed again.

The Daoist smiled gently, then rubbed the cat’s head again, and continued: "Understood... I’ll be troubling you."

Then, he looked outside the hall, seemingly with some emotion: "Perhaps the current emperor didn’t expect this either, that I, a Celestial Master, could again receive the favor of heaven and earth, holding the Authority of the National Sacrificial System. By a fortunate coincidence, I encountered ’Jing’, a half-finished product created by the inadequacies of previous ceremonial laws, and in a moment of thought won a First Line of life for the Daoist Lineage.

He looked back at the cat in Chen Lusi’s arms again, lightly pressing its head, and continued: "One day, I will achieve ascension, but you won’t... Go ahead, go to Yingtian Prefecture.

Go with your comrade to witness the rise and fall of the dynasty.

After your comrade dies, hide yourself, wait for the next Master of Fortune who can see you, and pass on the Daoist Lineage."

"Meow."

The cat in Chen Lusi’s arms meowed once more and then suddenly disappeared.

The Daoist also turned around, looking outside the hall, gently waving the Buddhist Dust, muttering to himself: "Hope it won’t be too long... Although temporarily granting it Spirituality in the name of the Ancestral Celestial Master, after all is said and done, it is still ’Jing’, if too much time passes, it might not be a blessing, but a calamity... Oh well, at least give the descendants a chance."

He furrowed his brows thinking for a moment, shook his head, then suddenly stretched out his hand, bringing his index and middle finger together, pointing into the air, and exclaimed: "National Sacrificial One! Fortune Gained!"

"..."

The familiar scene of rewinding appeared once again.

This time, Chen Lusi was already numb.

He finally understood... why a giant beast appeared in Jinling.

It turned out to be related to Daoism, in every sense of the word.

Additionally.

Did the Daoist’s final words mean notifying other Empowerers within the National Sacrificial System?

So the horse-faced man...

Chen Lusi thought of this and couldn’t help but shake his head.

And at the same time.

The surrounding environment changed again.

This time.

Chen Lusi found himself sitting in a room, on a chair, holding a game controller.

And the screen in front of him was still on... displaying a game scene.