Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
752
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1.7 M
Comments
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Reading
5 d, 23 h
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"Master, why do you think that fat monk kidnapped those children?" "…Probably to eat them." "Hm?" "Haha… Just a joke." "Then… Master, you said he might be that old bald donkey’s disciple. Who is that old bald donkey?" The night wind swept across the mountain slopes. On the mountain path, a lantern swayed before the head of a donkey. Clip-clop, clip-clop… The donkey took small, measured steps, moving forward leisurely under the dim glow of firelight. Within a small compartment on the cart,…
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Traveling all the way northwest, the leisurely mood of sightseeing gradually grew heavy. The biting winter wind swept up the dust on the ground. In the vision of Lu Liangsheng and the Daoist, a dense crowd of people pressed forward, their faces sallow and their clothes in tatters. One after another, they staggered past them. “...When I left, there weren’t this many people pouring in.” Sun Yingxian, always grinning and carefree, now wore a grave expression. Wherever his gaze landed, all he saw were…
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In the early morning, a solitary tree, stripped bare of its bark, stood in the morning breeze. The Toad Daoist, wrapped in a small cotton jacket, shivered and shook his legs beneath his robe. Higher up on the tree, a man's body lay stretched out—Lu Liangsheng awakened from his deep sleep, feeling a trace of his once-empty spiritual power returning to his body. Bathed in the morning light, the surroundings remained barren. One mountain after another stood desolate and bare, resembling massive grave…
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"Just let it be?" The Daoist paced along the riverbank, cloth bag in hand, his gaze following the small boat drifting further away. At the stern, the boatman held a long pole, waving at them as if bidding farewell. For a moment, he couldn't make sense of it. By reason, a ghost appearing before sunset had to be a formidable ghost with profound cultivation. Yet, he sensed that the presence was so weak that there was no need to even use Daoist arts against it. "Sigh... This Daoist knows exactly what you…
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The sun had passed its zenith. The flowing brook washed clean the pots and bowls, which were then hung back on the rack behind the old donkey. Droplets of water dripped onto the ground in rhythm with the donkey’s hooves. After finishing the pot of "Dragon and Phoenix Tonic Soup" prepared by Sun Yingxian, the group resumed their journey along a small path branching off from the official road west of the capital. The road stretched onward, flanked by vast woodlands, yet it was not entirely remote. Beyond…
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Crackling sounds echoed as a few sticks of firewood were snapped and tossed into the stove. Old Man Wang got up to stir the water that was gradually heating in the pot. After covering it with a wooden lid, he hesitated for a moment before continuing: “…That boatman wasn’t from our village. It must have been about thirty years ago—his home was struck by a flood, and he drifted here. He became a live-in son-in-law, and after ten years, his wife passed away. He had no children, just two thatched huts…
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The phoenix tree leaves rustled as they swayed. Lu Liangsheng let the withered leaf in his hand fall and clasped his hands in salute toward the elder before him, bowing deeply. "Liangsheng greets his Mentor." "What’s with all the formality? Hurry and sit down." Wang Shuhua rose, supporting Lu Liangsheng as he looked him over from head to toe. His beard and hair moved slightly as he nodded with a smile, repeating several times: "Good, good, good…" Lu Liangsheng felt a little embarrassed. He placed…
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The autumn wind swept across the fallen leaves at the inn’s entrance. The waiter leaning against the door yawned, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and turned back inside. “Boss, business has been getting worse these past two days. There’s hardly anyone on the streets.” Behind the counter, the shopkeeper, who had been fiddling with an abacus, lifted his gaze from the account book and brushed his mustache with a finger. “In years of calamity, strange things tend to happen…” With that, he…
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"Transforming into a dragon?" Not only Lu Liangsheng, but even the Daoist who had drawn his sword to examine it turned his face toward the voice. The word "dragon" carried immense weight. It commanded the clouds and rain, ensuring favorable weather for a region. Embroidered on robes, it symbolized imperial supremacy, the authority to rule, and the power to decide the fate of countless lives. Sun Yingxian was the first to express disbelief. "A centipede turning into a dragon? Old Toad, are you sure…
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A connection of hearts. In the room on the second floor, the toad opened its eyes and said, “What a bold little demon!” At that moment, Nie Honglian emerged from the scroll on the opposite wall, sensing something amiss as well. “Master Toad, what happened? I feel like something’s wrong with the Young Master…” Smack. The webbed feet hit the floor as the Toad Daoist pattered over to the bookshelf. It pulled out a black-patterned gourd and slung it over its back, its expression grave as it…
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