Updated: 2012-09-03

The woman in a white shirt and white snake and white pot had skin better than snow. Such an immortal and Buddha woman walked out of the ghost gate of Xiangfan. Xu Fengnian held the horse under the reins and bowed her head and neighed, and the horse hooves hit the ground hard. Not only this animal, but also the horse team.

The young Kui under Xu Fengnian's feet were all erected with scales, scarlet and ferocious faces, as if they had encountered unclean turbid objects.

Xu Fengnian looked up and saw a woman who didn't know whether she was a god or a mortal, walking onto the suspension bridge. No one was trampled in the moat, but in an instant, the water surging, rolling like a boiling sound, like thousands of troops passing by.

After the old sword god Li Chungang left Liangzhou, he showed a solemn expression back, and his footsteps lightly rushed to Xu Fengnian and Jiang Ni, and stood at the end of the suspension bridge, facing the woman in a tit-for-tat way and looking at each other from afar.

The white-clothed Guanyin was still moving forward. When they reached the middle of the suspension bridge, the old sword god stretched out his hand with one arm, took off the dagger and confronted each other. He could not see how she was on the suspension bridge, but only saw the moat suddenly explode. The mirror image of the scene that everyone saw was twisted, leaving only the white-clothed Guanyin as clear as before.

Xu Fengnian finally saw clearly the beautiful face of the woman who seemed to be shrouded behind Qianzhong Snow Mountain. She was shocked and shocked. The woman was picturesque and he knew who she was.

When the dragon guard monk who claimed to have come from Mount Lanta said he would take him to the Western Regions. The monk in red clothes and cassock reached out was Zen, which was very out of the world. So Xu Fengnian went to the Tingchao Pavilion and read the secret scriptures. The female Bodhisattva in front of him was the tantric Red Sect master who was a Buddhist figure high in Tanhua. A bunch of titles, the Great Compassionate Dharma King, the Buddha Bodhisattva, and the Six-Pearl Master... An old woman in her forties, Xu Fengnian thought she was already old and yellow. Even if she had the skills to keep her face, she would not be very youthful and pure. However, the woman in front of her was too tall, and her face was no different from a twenty-year-old woman. Her eyebrows and eyes were merciful, and her forehead was born with a little red mole.

Xu Fengnian thought that if he had known that this female Dharma King of Landao was so bright and charming, he could bargain and practice dual cultivation? No problem, as long as the master was willing to go out of the Western Regions, the customs of Liangzhou would always be stronger than that of the poor Western Regions. His prince, who had gold and silver mountains, still lacked a large quilt bed?

This unbearable thought of reverie flashed away. Xu Fengnian corrected his mind and stood side by side with Li Chungang, and said softly: "This person is the female Dharma King of Landa Mountain, known as the Six-Pearl Bodhisattva. It is said that he has the transformation phenomena of Master Avalokitesvara, Master Lotus King, Master Wrathful Vajra, and other things, and can he beat him?"

The old sword god held the divine talisman with one arm, smiling. If it weren't for knowing the identity of the old man in sheepskin fur, he would have mistakenly thought that it was an old guy who was disrespectful to be blocking the road. Li Chungang lowered his head and vomited, and his ability to become a god was concentrating on his god's ability. He even spit out a green qi visible to Xu Fengnian's naked eyes, wrapping the priceless divine talisman, and the night sky was filled with light.

The old man whispered: "The monks of Lantu Mountain claim to be unable to be beaten to death. When the talisman fought with an old man holding a pestle for three days and three nights, neither of them could be killed. The first-class Vajra Realm came from the Shrine. I want to see if it is really an invincible body of Vajra, but fighting a sword with a younger girl, it won't be martial."

Xu Fengnian, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, was full of bad water: "The old sword god just carried a dagger, which was considered to be retaining his strength and not bullying the younger generation."

The old man glanced at the prince who was not seeking peace and was willing to watch the battle. He pulled the corners of his mouth, but didn't mind. People in the world couldn't make a name for practicing swords because they couldn't do anything with one sword and fought with others. They were afraid of this and that, and they were afraid that they would eventually lose their true intentions of swords. Without the mind that I went without distractions, how could I use a good sword? Li Chungang was always unhappy about Xu Fengnian's petty heart. He went out of Beiliang to Qingzhou and then to Xiangfan. Along the way, wasn't he observing the prince of Beiliang who was not as good as gold and jade?

The conclusion was that this kid had a good martial arts talent and was determined and ruthless. Unfortunately, he was a little late to practice martial arts. Otherwise, he might not have become a kind of official Cao before his thirty years old.

The white-clothed Guanyin took another step forward, and Li Chungang was about to walk out with a green dragon. But she was only one step away. She stopped on the suspension bridge, not looking at the old sword god of the potential enemy, but looking at Xu Fengnian who was slowly retreating.

She raised her hand.

The old sword god with the name of Sword Gang is like a green snake in his hand, and the qi is like a green snake and spits out the snake's letter. A green air squirts out, and his whole arm is surrounded by green air.

But this female Dharma King, born in the middle of the Emperor of Heaven, who was born on Mount Lanta, just raised his hand to carry the pot, unplugged the pot, and drank a sip of wine. The wine was not familiar with the old sword god's energy, so that the entire suspension bridge was filled with fragrance. The little white snake wrapped around her white jade arm, and this scene was extremely strange.

The Six-Pearl Bodhisattva glanced at Xu Fengnian gently.

Just a glance, Xu Fengnian's body was filled with yellow tide like a tide, and he spit out a mouthful of blood for no reason. The entourage behind him was shocked and was about to step forward to protect him, but Xu Fengnian shook his hand and vomited blood. Xu Fengnian was not stuffy in his chest and turned against the Qing Dynasty. The second level was on the third level?

If you take a few more glances, wouldn’t you want Dahuangting to be with me?

She really looked at it again. Just when Xu Fengnian was stunned, the old sword god frowned and shouted softly. A touch of green sensation appeared on the bridge, as if the invisible silk radius had been cut off. She glared at Xu Fengnian: "You don't know how to live or die. If you give some sweetness, you really think she is a compassionate Bodhisattva? Be careful not to know how to die!"

Guanyin in white shook her head slightly, put away the wine pot, and walked forward silently.

"Boy, you and Jiang Yatou retreated." After the old sword god stomped his feet, the dust rose with the soles of his feet as the center, and the ripples were rising and falling, deafening. Xu Fengnian grabbed Jiang Ni and floated back.

The female Dharma King, who was in a white shirt, ignored the invisible sword energy that the old sword god stepped out and walked forward barefoot.

Just as the sword energy was about to arrive, a great monk with red cassock appeared between the old sword god and the white-clothed Guanyin on the bridge. His expression was dull, barely blocking the circles of abundant sword energy. He saw his cassock floating on his body and his body stood firm.

Xu Fengnian sighed quietly. The dragon guard monk who had said that he had waited for 31 years had appeared. If it were just a Bodhisattva of the Six Pearl Dharma King, Xu Fengnian believed that with Li Chungang's strength and the entourage behind him who were above and below the second grade, it was not impossible to trap this Guanyin of Lantu Mountain. Although the red-clothed monk had not reached the first grade, he was the biggest variable under the subtle situation in front of him. Moreover, Xu Fengnian had no disgust for the monk in front of him. He had always respected the monk who had gained enlightenment. He really wanted to fight for life and death, and not talk about the consequences and failure, it was not a pleasing good thing.

The monk in red folded his hands and lowered his head and said, "My master has no courage to enter the world this time. Please don't blame him. My master went to Xiangfan this time to save 100,000 evil ghosts, and he saved countless merits for His Highness."

Xu Fengnian felt that this was absurd, but he believed it deeply. Both Buddhist and Taoist sects were vaguely recorded that there were 100,000 people in Xiangfan City cooked by their relatives, and their resentment soared into the sky, even the 36,500 Zhoutian Grand Ceremony could not be eliminated. So the two religions made a bet without writing, and whoever wins into Xiangfan, whoever loses, whoever loses, will not change for a hundred years. If Longhu Mountain wins, the monks led by Liangchan Temple and Lantu Mountain will not be allowed to set foot in Xiangfan for a hundred years. On the contrary, Longhu Mountain will remove Zhoutian Grand Ceremony, move away from the Dao Temple of All Great Dao Temples, and preach in the city.

The three religions are quarrels and the sects are actually many of them that are as angry as children and unreasonable.

Jiang Ni murmured: "She looks so beautiful, like Empress Guanyin."

Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "Avalokitesvara, observe the voices of dragons, cows, horses and sentient beings in the world. Ordinary people can be liberated by observing their voices."

In the eyes of the little clay man, the Guanyin Empress first passed by Li Chungang, the bridgehead.

She missed the prince again and opened the Sanskrit sound: "I Guanyin, you are not at ease. You are not worthy of dual cultivation."
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