Chapter 4, Ming Doves, Spring Rain Breaks, Daoists Meet Fan Monks
It has been more than a year since he went down the barren mountain, and he already knew that this world is the world of the Dragon Ba tribe, so he naturally had some plans in his mind. He visited the Beggars' Sect several times before, trying to meet Qiao Feng, the hero he admired the most in this world, but unfortunately he was all on the same side. This time he heard that Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect, had an unexpected accident, and knew that the plot had begun. He came to Jiangnan this time to see if he could meet this hero.
When Zhi agreed to the combination of this young man and this monk, he guessed that Duan Yu, who might be one of the protagonists, was indeed the case. As expected, he had made up his mind: "You can use this Duan Yu's fate to meet Qiao Feng." At this time, the two had already walked up to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest said again: "But why is the young master so embarrassed?"
Duan Yu smiled bitterly: "It's hard to describe it. Xiaosheng was invited by this Tubo national master to go to Gusu to worship an old man. He was so miserable all the way. This is indeed a bit embarrassed." He was naturally kind-hearted and experienced the power of this Tubo national master, so he naturally did not want to tell the truth to ask for help from this Taoist priest who knew nothing and did not involve the Taoist priest, which would be a big problem.
It’s a pity that the Taoist Zhifei did not accept his kindness: “I saw that Mr. Duan seemed to be controlled by this master. The national teacher, but this is the case? I wonder if I can do it to be free to this Prince Duan?” In the second half of the sentence, the Taoist Zhifei said to the Tubo national teacher Jiumozhi.
"Amitabha, fellow Taoist is unknown. The little monk just asked Mr. Duan to help fulfill his old friend's wish, and he had no malicious intentions towards Mr. Duan." Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, with a sincere look on his face. After all, it was different from Duan Yu. He realized the extraordinaryness of the Taoist priest at first sight, and he was unwilling to add twists and turns, so he broke the plan.
"Fusheng Wuliang Heavenly Lord." Zhifei Taoist also returned a Taoist ceremony and made up his mind to build a beam. He said again: "I see that this young master Duan has a lot of unwillingness to his eyebrows. Why should the national teacher force others to do anything?"
"Amitabha, it is difficult to repel the feelings of his old friends, and the little monk has to do it." Jiumo Zhi said.
Duan Yu was a little naive, but he was not stupid. He understood that this Taoist, who knew that he had to stand up for himself, no longer thought about the things that were not available, and said directly: "Monster, I have already said that I don't know the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, nor do I have any sword technique and sword recipes. I don't want to go to Gusu with you. If you want to worship your friends, just go by yourself. Why bully me a little scholar without any power. It's so obvious to people."???? This sentence made Jiumo Zhi very embarrassed. I think that as a Tubo national teacher, he has always been respected and has been so much lost. He said angrily: "Mr. Duan, I asked him, the young master, how did he speak evilly like this?"
Duan Yudao is still waiting to be refuted, but the Taoist who knew nothing said: "I have already known the reason here, and I will not stand by and watch. Needless to say, I have had a fight with the national master. If I take the initiative, I will ask the national master for convenience."
He didn't speak out, so he had to see the true seal in his hand. Jiumozhi smiled slightly: "It's so good." His steps were shifting, and he stood in front of Zhifa, and his energy was sympathetic and he was about to touch him.
"Be careful, Taoist priest! This great monk is very powerful." Duan Yu reminded next to him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Duan, I'm not here." He leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the tree next to the road, and the Taoist Zhifa smiled at Jiumozhi and said, "National Master, please."
The drizzle and the wind, the flowers and leaves are moist. The monks and Taoists are in conflict with their eyes, and they have already fought. Jiumozhi fits up and tilts his left hand, and a flame knife goes straight to the Taoist face. His right hand straightens to the heart of Zhifa, the Taoist is not in front of him. His energy is very fierce.
Zhifei Taoist took a step backward, avoided Jiumozhi's flame sword energy, raised his right hand to block Jiumozhi's chest with a palm, and pointed his right hand at the seven key points on Jiumozhi's chest.
Jiumozhi hurriedly used his powerful Vajra finger to meet him.
"Bang, puff, puff..." In the flash, the two of them suddenly got together and parted, and the first fight ended. Zhifei Taoist's arm was numb: "The national master is so strong! The three meridians and seven chakra practice methods of Tantric Buddhism are indeed unique." Jiumozhi looked at a finger mark on his clothes on his chest: "Fellow Taoist's sword technique is also exquisite." The first fight was evenly divided. After admiring each other, the two entangled themselves again. Zhifei Taoist used the referential sword to use the Quanzhen sword technique learned in his previous life, which was magnificent and central, and the Taoist style was fully displayed; Jiumozhi used the 72 unique skills of Shaolin,
The fist, palm, legs, fingers, and the Buddhist powers are extraordinary. But when you see two figures intertwined, interacting with each other, fighting very fiercely! The flowers, plants and leaves beside the road were destroyed, and mud and water were flying on the road. However, the two of them fought to the bottom of the battle, but they still had no time to control their energy, but they suffered from Duan Yu and Duan. They retreated again and again, and finally they were inevitably beaten to the pain of the splashed mud, flowers, plants and leaves. For twenty or thirty rounds, the two suddenly flew away like swallows, standing on both sides. But they saw that the Daoist sleeves were tattered, and the Taoist bun was scattered. There were two blood marks on the monk's robe, and there were seven or eight holes on the monk's robe, faintly red.
"Amitabha, the little monk lost." Jiumozhi clasped his hands together: "Forgive the little monk's ignorance, what kind of sword technique is he using? I have never heard of it before." Although Quanzhen's sword technique surpassed him, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that the sword technique is straight and peaceful. It can be said that it is a profound martial art, but it is not a unique skill. What I am curious about is that I have never heard of it before. In theory, such a profound martial art should not be an unknown name.
"National Master, accept the resignation." Zhifei Taoist looked at Jiumozhi: "What I used to call Quanzhen Sword Technique is just a Taoist protection sword technique, which is not as good as the national master's flame sword."
"There are many hermits and masters in the Taoist sect. If I lose, I will keep the promise. I will say goodbye. Amitabha." Jiumozhi recited the Buddha's name to the Taoist sect, and then turned to Duan Yu: "Young Master Duan, I have offended many times before, so I will leave here. Amitabha."
Duan Yu was originally a person who admired Buddha and was a good person by nature. Seeing this, he no longer blamed him and returned the courtesy: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Just don't force others to make trouble in the future. Since you know your mistakes and can correct me, I will naturally not blame you."
Jiumozhi recited the Buddha's name again after hearing this, and then turned around and left along the road. Seeing that Jiumozhi had left, Duan Yu quickly walked over and said, "Thank you for saving me. Please receive a gift from a young student." As he said that, he gave a deep gift to the Taoist Zhifei: "The Taoist Master is really powerful! The Tubo national guru is so vicious, but he is not a rival to the Taoist priest."
The Taoist, who knew not to be treated as a gift, said, "It's just a coincidence. Mr. Duan doesn't have to be polite. I am just a little winner in the Tubo national teacher. Since Mr. Duan has escaped from the trap, can you be scheming?" As he said, he pointed to Duan Yu's clothes that were covered with mud and water: "There is Suzhou City not far ahead. Mr. Duan might as well go to the inn to rest. After all, this is not the decent that Mr. Prince should have."
Duan Yu nodded and said, "Master, let's go with me. Xiaosheng asked the Taoist priest to go back to the vegetarian meal to express his gratitude. By the way, the Taoist priest can also change his Taoist robe."
Zhifei Taoist shook his head: "Young Master Duan's Heart Channel. But I still have to linger here for a while, so I will not walk with Mr. Duan." As he said that, he picked up the oil umbrella on the ground just now and handed it to Duan Yu: "The spring rain is quite cold, and Mr. Duan is a weak scholar. It is better to bring an umbrella." Seeing that Duan Yu was still talking, Zhifei Taoist said again: "Okay, don't worry. If you are destined to come, you can invite me to dinner again. Take care of yourself."
Chapter completed!