Chapter 004: Deadly Calamity

He had never used the "Golden Light Spell" in that world either. Today, it was merely a case of forcing a duck onto the shelf, treating a dead horse as if it were alive! Perhaps it was indeed the case that the Daoist magic manifested in this world. As Fu thought this, a faint golden light suddenly appeared, landing on the sword. The sword emitted a slight golden glow, then the golden light faded, and the sword returned to normal. Everything happened so quickly that even if someone saw it, they would just think it was their own eyes playing tricks on them! The sword emitted a slight golden glow, then the golden light faded, and the sword returned to normal. Everything happened so quickly that even if someone saw it, they would just think it was their own eyes playing tricks on them

Fu Shuo originally understood a bit about physiognomy and was suddenly startled by his father's words. Looking at his father's forehead, he was astonished to see it shrouded in a layer of dark energy, revealing a sign of impending death and misfortune. His heart was filled with even more doubt and uncertainty. Earlier that morning, when his father had left the house, Fu Shuo had observed his father's features and had seen no such signs. Now, only a few hours had passed, how could such a significant change have occurred?

He brought a sword from home and began to wipe it carefully. Seeing this, Fu Mingyu was greatly shocked and exclaimed, "My son, what are you trying to do?"

Fu Mingyu suddenly exclaimed, and even Fu Say felt a sudden jolt in his heart. What kind of demon is this? However, more than that, there was an unexpected joy; having traversed two worlds, they finally encountered a demon. Does this not imply that this world surely has deities and magical powers? He hurried forward and swung his sword towards the demon's neck.

Sharpening a knife is indeed a skill, especially the initial honing which is even more challenging. Fu was busy for half a day but still could not properly polish the sword, remaining silent as if tacitly acknowledging this fact

He practiced the art of stillness and contemplation without haste or agitation, listening to the rhythm of his own breath, his heart free from joy or sorrow. This practice originally existed in the Daoist traditions of that world, known as "heart fasting and sitting in oblivion," but unfortunately, it has long been lost. What Fu utilized, however, was the Buddhist method of listening to sounds in stillness and contemplation.

Fu Mingyu asked in confusion: "Dalang, why have my father and I moved into the monk's temple? If what the fortune teller said is true, then I... I cannot die at home..." As she spoke, her voice began to choke up.

The two of them fell silent, ate a little something, and quietly awaited the arrival of deep night. Fu Mingyu, after all, was older, and having spent the entire day in fear and anxiety, with emotions fluctuating greatly, was now somewhat absent-minded, lying on the bed pretending to doze off. However, Fu was quite spirited; he persisted in his foundational training every day. Although he had not yet reached the state of being so full of energy that he could not sleep, he was certainly much stronger than the average person.

This sword was issued by the government when Fu Shuo was taking the examination for the scholar degree. In this world, there is no prohibition against ordinary citizens carrying weapons, and scholars with official titles are also issued swords by the government. However, these so-called swords are more of a decorative nature, lacking even a sharpened edge

Unconsciously, the moonlight fills the window, and all is silent. Fu Shuo also feels that the homework done today has gone particularly smoothly; with each breath, he senses a vast expanse of white light in his chest, embodying a profound sense of forgetting both self and surroundings

At this moment, the wind outside began to rise, the sound of the wind roaring, and the mountain gate suddenly resonated. Fu Yue was startled awake in an instant, gradually calming his breath, and stood up with his treasured sword in hand. The sound of the wind grew closer and soon reached the window, suddenly there was another sound of the door, and the wind had already entered the room

Fu Mingyu let out a long sigh, took the sword, and began to sharpen it himself. His skills were far superior to those of Fu Shuo, who had never sharpened a blade before, and he surprisingly managed to hone the sword's edge.

Fu said he did not know whether the world had the "Golden Light Mantra," but in that world, the "Golden Light Mantra" was a very important incantation, often used by practitioners for protection, to dispel evil spirits, to ward off impurities, to consecrate, to enhance wisdom, to prolong life, to change one's fortune, and to pray for blessings

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Fu Shuo took the sword and played with it for a while, discovering that although the blade was not very sharp and had some rolled edges, it was still far better than the large iron bar he had at the beginning. He silently recited one of the most famous spells from the Daoist tradition in the previous world, the "Golden Light Spell": "Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Origin, the Root of All Qi. Cultivating for countless eons, I attain my divine powers... Golden light swiftly manifests, protecting the true person... Urgently, as commanded by the law." He silently recited one of the most famous spells from the Daoist tradition in the previous world, the "Golden Light Spell": "Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Origin, the Root of All Qi. Cultivating for countless eons, I attain my divine powers... Golden light swiftly manifests, protecting the true person... Urgently, as commanded by the law."

The sound approached the bedroom, and even the sound of footsteps could be heard. At that moment, Fu Mingyu suddenly woke up, his face filled with panic. Fu hurriedly grabbed his father, shaking his head to signal him not to make any noise. At that moment, they saw the door of the bedroom move slightly, and a small figure, about an inch tall, squeezed in through the crack of the door, and as soon as it entered, it grew to the height of a real person.

He sought out a whetstone, slowly sharpening the sword, while saying: "Father, rest assured, the treasured sword wards off evil; it will be hung by the head of the bed at night for precautionary measures!"

Although the Putuo Temple has fallen into disrepair, there are still dozens of courtyards, and naturally, there are many places suitable for habitation. However, many areas have not been occupied for a long time, resulting in dust and cobwebs everywhere, giving it an exceptionally dilapidated appearance. The father and son spent half a day tidying up before it could barely be considered livable.

Fu sneered and said, "So it has finally come, this is good, let me see what the monsters and demons look like"

Fu Mingyu had not finished speaking when the fortune teller said: "As long as you give me ten taels of silver, I can save your life!" How could Fu Mingyu possibly come up with that much money? Even if he could, he would be unwilling to give it. As a result, the fortune teller sneered and left: "Then you should prepare for your funeral!"

"Father, did you encounter anything today?" Fu asked, his mind racing with thoughts.

Fu Mingyu spoke in great agitation, while Fu's thoughts raced. He said, "I don't think that's the case; perhaps that fortune teller is just talking nonsense. By the way, Father, how about we simply stay at Putuo Temple tonight? It would be a good precaution! Let's not tell Mother about this, so she won't worry."

There has never been anything troubling, and my father has always been kind, never engaging in enmity with others, so how could he encounter any issues? However, today, after finishing official business early, several colleagues insisted on taking my father out for drinks. As a result, they encountered a fortune teller, and after they all had their fortunes read, my father, joining in for fun, also had his fortune told. The fortune teller then proclaimed that my father would not live past tonight and suggested that it would be wise to prepare for his final affairs early.

Fu said, no matter how foolish Fu Mingyu is, he would still sense that something is amiss. He anxiously asked, "What on earth is going on? Did I encounter something sinister?"

Fu Mingyu was already flustered and at a loss, easily swayed by Fu. The two of them then went to find the elder of Putuo Temple, offered a few jin of sesame oil, and settled into the temple. They only told Fu's mother that the father and son would be going to copy scriptures at the temple in the evening. Generally, large temples have dedicated monks for copying scriptures, but in a temple like Putuo, which had already fallen into decline, there were naturally none. Usually, a small amount of silver is paid to hire some literate individuals to assist in copying the scriptures.

Fu could not help but shake his head, thinking that his father in this lifetime was rather too weak in character. He advised, "The temple is protected by Buddhist teachings; if there are any minor demons or monsters, they should not dare to cause trouble here!" Although he said this, he felt anxious and uncertain in his heart. The temple was so dilapidated, and the incense offerings were not abundant; he did not know if it could ensure his father's safety at night