In front of the mountain gate of Hanshan Temple, someone came on horseback.

With a loud sound, it was like a heavy hammer falling.

The tall dragon pony, as red as fire, is like a ball of flame, quickly breaking away the howling wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed more than ten feet and arrived at the foot of many steps.

The majestic figure wearing a purple gold crown and an embroidered dragon robe grabbed the reins and turned over to dismount.

The visitor looked up with a stern look.

There is a kind of fierce and arrogant smoke in the sky!

It's like a turbulent wave, coming towards you!

"May I ask, are you the young prince of a Korean public family?"

The older Zhike monk couldn't help but hold his breath.

He had long heard that there was a prince in Tianjing City who had a great opportunity.

At the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in the military temple of the Military Academy, the Spring and Autumn Knife enshrined together with the tablets and statues was activated.

This is an astonishing treatment that neither Jiang Yingwu nor Wang Zhongdao, the two geniuses, have ever received.

Therefore, he was designated as a "tiger-bear talent" by Qin Tianjian, and he is expected to become a master.

It’s just that we met in person today.

Only then did I know why this Korean prince was called the "Little Lord"?

Those pair of red and phoenix eyes, those lying silkworm eyebrows, are majestic and inviolable.

It looks exactly like the clay sculpture in Guansheng Temple!

"Yes, I would like to ask you, has Xu Huaiying arrived?"

The prince of South Korea narrowed his eyes, seeming to have a sharp look.

"His Royal Highness Hui Shizi has already been seated at the table, and is now in the Main Hall, drinking tea and discussing Taoism with a few friends."

The monk Zhike clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said.

"It's great. I had a fight with him five years ago and there was no winner. Now I'm the direct descendant of Zhenwu Mountain's Dharma lineage. It's just the right time to put an end to it!"

The Korean prince laughed loudly and stepped through the mountain gate.

The hot blood has not dispersed yet, but the wind and snow have already spread all over the sky!

It's like opening the lid of a huge oven, and a red light as thick as fire bursts out!

"What a powerful Dharma body aura!"

The monk Zhike and the novice novices looked at the majestic background and couldn't help but feel amazed.

After exchanging blood in the third heaven, tempering the muscles and bones, there will be external signs such as the sound of gold and jade vibrating, and the skin as tough as a drum.

The casting of the Dharma body is also accompanied by different visions.

For example, the qi and blood condense into the shadow of an oven, and the qi machine forms the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

"Brother, is it possible that the Korean prince and Mr. Xu have a feud?"

A young novice asked in a low voice.

"It's just some... personal grudges that are inconvenient to talk about."

The monk Zhike hesitated for a moment and said softly:

"The Duke of Korea has a son and a daughter, but the Xu family only has the son Huaiying.

In the early years, the Korean prince proposed marriage to the Xu family in order to promote a good thing.

However, Prince Huaiying had no interest in the love between a man and a woman, and began to put his career first, and postponed his marriage several times.

Until later, when I was the number one scholar in high school, I had no reason to find any more, so I simply joined Zhenwu Mountain, gave up my huge family fortune, and became a Taoist priest.

Everyone in Tianjing City doesn’t know that the son of a Korean prince is as hot as fire, but he regards his eldest sister as his mother and respects her the most.

Young Master Huaiying went to the mountains to practice Taoism and made it clear that he wanted to break off the engagement... How can I bear this?"

Break off the engagement?

The young novices suddenly realized that this old incident still existed.

"Before the prince of South Korea joined the army, he would go to the Xu Mansion to wait for Mr. Huaiying every New Year, and he had three or four fights, big and small.

This time the civil and military leaders meeting will probably be a fierce situation in which the two sides are facing each other."

The monk Zhike sighed, and then became a little worried.

"I just hope the abbot can stop them and don't let them collapse the main hall."

……

……

"Mr. Huaiying, long time no see, your demeanor is even better than before."

Xuan Ming, who was ranked among the Seventh Son in the Hanging, smiled casually, as if he were holding a flower, as if his penis was coming out of the dust.

He has been in Beijing for several months just for this civil and military meeting.

In the main hall, there are seven or eight futons placed on both sides.

There are more than a dozen low coffee tables in the back, with fruits, snacks, fragrant tea and other items.

At the outermost edge, there are several long-bright lanterns made of white jade and covered with round lotus seats, illuminating all directions.

Even if the palace door is open and the cold air blows in, it will not make you feel even cold.

"It turns out to be Master Xuanming. I didn't expect you to come too."

The first soft futon on the left is seated by Xu Huaiying, a direct descendant of Zhenwu Mountain.

This person is wearing a blue Taoist robe, a Xiaoyao scarf, red shoes, and a handful of jade Ruyi in his right hand.

The dress is half Confucian and half Taoist.

His figure is as slender as bamboo, his eyebrows are straight and sword-shaped, and he is carrying a handsome young man with a majestic appearance.

"How can you miss this grand event? Although the monks have nothing, but as a martial arts practitioner, it is inevitable that there is some winning or losing."

Xuanming chose the futon on the right. Buddhism and Taoism are different, so naturally they would not sit in the same row.

"Especially when I see Taoist Brother Huaiying, how can I resist asking for advice?"

Xu Huaiying's face was like a crown jewel, and his demeanor was as clear as day, just like a good young man in troubled times. He chuckled and said:

"Master Xuanming, are you trying to get back some ground for your senior brother?"

Zhenwu Mountain and Xuankong Temple are close to each other because they are located in the southern martial arts forest, and they are both as huge as Taishan's Beidou.

Therefore, there is a discussion on Buddhism and Taoism every two years.

Each of them sent out their best true disciples to compete with each other on the essence of martial arts and the level of martial arts.

Xuanyang, one of the Seven Hanging Sons, won twice in a row.

In the third round, he lost to the then unknown Xu Huaiying.

Since then, the spirit has been depressed, unable to recover, and everyone has been lost.

"The poor monk and Senior Brother Xuanyang are both the Seventh Son of Hanging, and both came from the Discipline Academy.

Naturally, I want to help him and ask Brother Huaiying for an explanation."

Xuan Ming's temperament was born from the dust, and he was also an extraordinary person. He said in a calm tone:

"Furthermore, the purpose of the discussion is to encourage discussion and not to harm harmony.

Brother Huaiying used the phrase "Heaven and I are of the same body" in "The Golden Chapter of Taichu" to destroy Brother Xuanming's bright mirror of Buddha's heart.

It’s too much!”

Xu Huaiying's eyelids drooped and he said indifferently:

"Struggles are inherently dangerous, especially verbal confrontations, which are battles of the soul.

Master Xuanyang did not practice enough, so he ended up in a disastrous defeat. How can you blame me?

What's more, I belong to the lineage of Qingyang Jiuxuan God, and I studied the 'Shenxiao Department' of "The Golden Chapter of Taichu".

With Tao as the body and Dharma as the use, there will be absolutely no room for it in any encounter!"

Xuan Ming smiled instead of angry, his face trembling twice.

His popularity is like a river bursting its banks, surging like a real fire.

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"Brother Huaiying, Master Xuanming, the meeting hasn't even started yet, why did it end up like this?

How about letting the past grudges and grudges go by, even if you really can’t let them go, and give your little sister some face?"
To be continued...