The white-clothed monk carried a large section of the Yellow River across the gate of heaven and flooded the Daodaozong.
The pilgrims inside and outside the eighteen views were dumbfounded, and they saw the Yellow River hanging in the sky, and they were afraid that the monk would lose his heart and go crazy and tilt the water of the Wanjun River on the top of everyone's heads, then he would die unjustly, and it could really be called a disaster to the pond fish.
The white-clothed monk went straight up the floating mountain, the foot of the mountain talked about it one after another, many pilgrims were addicted after returning to their senses, this vision, it is really a well-deserved immortal handwriting, the world can get a few times to see in addition to the believers who come to the eighteen views of the moral sect to burn incense, in fact, there are also a large number of people who are willing to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, the Taoist temple high building has already been carved up by the Beimang magnates, a plainly dressed man stands in the turbulent flow of people, inconspicuous, he rarely looks up and looks directly at people, and he can't see how to be graceful and demeanor, and he is taller, He came to the foot of the mountain half a decade ago, food, clothing, housing and transportation are not surprising, the same as many pilgrims gnawing onion cakes and stomachs, in the cool night to find a vacant place to lie down and sleep, at most covered with a long shirt as a quilt, when he saw the white-clothed monk jump through the gate of heaven, as if to find the trouble of the Qilin real person, he had no idea of continuing to stay, was about to turn around, Wen Xu smiled, stopped, a short and sturdy dark-skinned man walked beside him, long arms like apes can reach the knees, earlobes are unusually thick, and the ears of the Bodhisattva statue are almost the same, ordinary people look at it, The middle-aged man looked indifferent, pursed his lips, and stood side by side with the relatively young man in plain shirts, who was more popular than the dead, and the latter, who was not brilliant, was immediately set off to be gentle and elegant, and said with a smile: "I expected you to come, but I didn't expect to see each other." ” The swarthy man snorted.
The man in the long robe raised his hand and put it on his eyes, looking into the distance, the two real people of the Daode Sect stayed behind the old monks of the two Zen temples, and the three of them entered the gate of heaven one after another to block the white-clothed monks, and said with emotion: "The golden body of the Buddha of the monk Nagarjuna, the five real people have not been able to break it, such a King Kong is not bad, it is the body of King Kong." ” The middle-aged man said calmly: "The saints of the three sects are different from us, if they reach the peak within their respective realms, they don't care what land immortals they are, they can't be envious." ” The tall man in his thirties chuckled softly, "I thought you were going to tear that Yellow River apart." ” The man shook his head and said: "Five real people beat up the high monk Nagarjuna, and Li Beware, who is an apprentice, is also polite to the Daode Sect, even if the scene is a little bigger, it is not too much."
At present, it seems that the two Zen temples are still reasonable, and the Tao Te Sect is unreasonable.
I just watch the fun, not the fun. ” The man who was standing up retracted his gaze, and he turned out to be a pair of silver-white eyes without pupils, gloating: "This heavy rain is coming, and the Daode Sect has become a pond, and the face of our Beimang Taoism can be regarded as lost."
If the national teacher doesn't make a move, how can he have the face to destroy the Buddha?"
The man doesn't have the casual elegance of the men around him, and his words are as plain as ever, never deliberately giving people the feeling of thunder on the ground, "Then I don't know." ” "The holy monk Nagarjuna explained the Diamond Sutra in simple terms, it's a pity that you didn't hear it."
The man frowned and said: "Hong Jingyan, Monk Nagarjuna has read a Diamond Sutra deeply in his life, and he has achieved the golden body of the Buddha.
But you have to grasp everything in your hands, which will not be beneficial to your future martial arts attainments, but will be harmful. ” The silver-eyed man known as Hong Jingyan laughed at himself, "Anyway, no matter how much you practice martial arts, you can't beat you, it's better to learn more fancy skills, and you can scare people."
You look at Li Chungang's borrowed sword from the Liyang Dynasty, and Li Beware of hanging the river in the air this time, it is inevitable that the rivers and lakes will be chattering for forty or fifty years. ” The man didn't seem to know how to persuade people, and said: "How to persuade is my business, and how to do it is your business." ” Hong Jingyan smiled dumbly, "Who do you really want to do, who dares not to do it" The temperamental man laughed it off.
Hong Jingyan, who was knocked down by the white-clothed Luoyang from the fourth throne in the world, proposed: "Eat something" The man nodded and said, "This way is in a hurry, and I didn't bring any silver, so I'll pay you back later." ” Hong Jingyan moved his steps, crying and laughing, "You actually have to worry about this with me" I never thought that the man said bluntly: "You and I have not reached that level." ” Hong Jingyan laughed heartily and no longer insisted on his opinion.
There is a Taoist temple nearby, but it is overcrowded, the two of them waited patiently, during which the man bumped into the frizzy pilgrim, and did not move at all, but the burly and sturdy pilgrim staggered, he stretched out his hand to hold it, the pilgrim came to Daodaozong to burn incense and ask for money, but he was not a good man who really believed in the Taoist immortals, and he wanted to get angry after eating deflated, but he saw that there was a man standing next to the farmer who did not lose his own courage, and he scolded before leaving.
The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear, Hong Jingyan was familiar with this person's temperament, but he was also accustomed to it, the two finally waited for a table, Hong Jingyan asked for two large bowls of plain noodles, sat opposite each other, and each buried his head in eating noodles, Hong Jingyan sucked up a strong noodle into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "We have come step by step to the three realms of the King Kong Finger Xuan Heavenly Phenomena, in the end with the King Kong of the monks of the two Zen Temples is undefeated, the Qilin Zhenren's Finger Xuan, and Cao Changqing's Celestial Phenomena, where is the difference in the root and the martial arts realm, just like Deng Tai'a's Finger Xuan, It's not quite like us. ” After eating the noodles, the man put down his chopsticks on the bowl, shook his head and said, "I'm not good at reasoning."
If you want, just fight. ” Fighting with you, Hong Jingyan didn't pick up this stubble at all, and asked himself and answered calmly: "I can also do it by crossing the gate of heaven with the water of the Yellow River, of course, it will definitely be more difficult."
But Li Beware of the rules, like he will not pour the water of the Yellow River on the heads of everyone, he is unwilling and does not dare.
If it were me, it would be as comfortable as possible.
Taoists pay attention to the three feet of the head to have a god, monks want to become a Buddha, must first have a Buddha in their hearts.
In the final analysis, the people in the three religions are all made by taking advantage of the situation.
Since he borrowed something from God, it is like the people borrowing silver, and they are soft on people, and they are uncomfortable.
Those who dare to be big-eyed have become sideways or wild fox Zen.
In the final analysis, their longevity and freedom are not really at ease in my opinion, and as for Confucianism, they are even more of a prison for scholars.
In the final analysis, only the martial artist can be refreshed by his strength. ” The man frowned and said, "I still haven't got to the point." ” Hong Jingyan, who has no edge at all today, laughed softly: "Don't talk about this, you give me the right words, when the two countries go to war again, I will go to you to settle down at that time." ” The middle-aged man was noncommittal, and Hong Jingyan didn't feel that he was slacking off, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said slowly: "Your Majesty has been cleaning up the rivers and lakes for many years, and it is time to blossom and bear fruit.
It's miserable, these people are estimated to be one out of ten, which is good.
It's really not worth it for them. ” The swarthy and silent man interlocked his fingers with his hands, and still didn't say a word.
Hong Jingyan suddenly asked: "You said that the two of us, sneak a trip to the palace of the Liyang Dynasty and get the head of the son of the Zhao family, or go to Beiliang and kill Xu Xiao?"
The man glanced at the man who was a sensation in the Chess and Sword Mansion, and wrote lightly: "Although I don't understand Buddhism, I have also heard the saying in the Central Plains that the Tao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high, I am sure that when you and I stand at the gate of the palace, Emperor Wu City Wang Xianzhi has been waiting for a long time."
As for Xu Xiao, it involves the overall situation of Liang Mang and Liyang, since you are ambitious, you are not willing to kill if you want to, besides, you can't kill it. ” Hong Jingyan sighed.
The middle-aged man asked, "I heard that you lost to her" Hong Jingyan's feet in front of the chair under the seat were off the ground, swaying, and the man who had watched the demon Luoyang grow up with his own eyes said calmly: "Lost."
She is not a small price, self-destruction of one hundred and twenty-six tricks, ruthless determination, one living dead.
Later, he gave Deng Tai's sword qi to shatter the Li Zhu, and he didn't live long. ” The man has some regrets.
He stood up and left the temple directly.
Hong Jingyan was silent for a long time, and finally exhaled a long breath, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat almost instantly. walked into a woman wearing a hat and holding a pipa, sat quietly next to Hong Jingyan, lifted up some curtains with her slender hands, revealing half of her face.
Hong Jingyan glanced at it, then asked the Taoist temple for a bowl of somen noodles, and said, "He can owe the debt, but you can't." ” The half-faced woman's face was tender and her voice was dry, hoarse like an old woman: "She's not dead yet, how can you calculate the debt?"
Hong Jingyan sneered: "You and that concubine are also worthy of asking me for an account."
The woman held down a lute string for a split second.
Hong Jingyan stretched, "Don't be angry with me, you haven't eaten vegetarian noodles yet, you see how familiar I am, if you can't beat that guy, you know that you will obediently invite someone to dinner." ” There are only a handful of people who Hong Jingyan can't beat.
And the great bodhisattva who could make Hong Jingyan feel like he was facing a great enemy had already crossed the Yellow River and headed for the Arctic Ice Field
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