"The golden crow vibrates on the top of Mount Tai, and the rivers thousands of miles away are like dragons."
Jiang Wang has never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he has guessed its existence, imagined its appearance, and seen its patterns.
Every time he saw the long river, he would feel that it was a living dragon. It was winding through the vast land of the world, showing its greatness to everyone who saw it.
Jiang Wang flew over this "land in the vast sea", flying over the snow and silver dancing on the earth.
From this place, you can already see Tianma Plain in the distance.
In my ears I heard the roar of the long river, and before my eyes I saw life and freedom.
Jiang Wang felt that the sky was high and the clouds were vast, and his mind that had been suppressed for a long time became clear.
The Sauvignon Blanc was eager to dance in the sheath. He almost wanted to perform a sword dance over the long river, using the roar of the "ancestral river" as the music, using the high dome as the platform, letting the heaven and earth be the audience, and relaxed his chest.
There is a vague light in my mind, and a new understanding is brewing. All it takes is an opportunity to capture it...
At this moment, all the hairs on Jiang Wang’s body stood on end!
He felt a huge fear stemming from the instinct of life, and the shadow of death instantly covered his soul.
He turned around and drew his sword!
The magnificent sword intention soared into the sky, and the light of Yaojiao's sword suddenly appeared.
He saw a slap!
An overwhelming slap covering everything.
The sword light suddenly disappeared.
Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but his whole body was frozen in the sky, unable to escape and unable to move.
The footsteps of death are already at the door.
clang!
The palm fell and hit an ancient copper bell, making a long chime.
Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light, and he was dazzled, as if he had entered a world of brilliant golden light, and then the bell rang loudly, as if surrounded by the sound of supreme Zen.
I vaguely heard the Buddha singing magnificently and said, "This is what I hear!"
Then the golden light dissipated and heaven and earth reappeared.
A copper bell spun up, shrank, and fell into the hands of an old monk in ragged clothes in front of him.
He was hanging in front of him, with his back to Jiang and his face to the front.
He is not tall and can even be called skinny.
He didn't have any noble temperament either. His monk's robes were in tatters and stained with blood.
From Jiang Wang's angle, you can see the dirty back of his neck and the not very clean back of his head. In the holes in the monk's clothes, you can see the dark wrinkled skin.
But his voice was very loud and majestic——
"Disciple, step back and let the master come!"
It was the old monk Kujue whom I had not seen for several months.
After getting over the pain, Jiang Wang saw the owner of the terrifying slap before - a middle-aged man with a not outstanding face, but there was a dignity between his eyebrows and eyes.
Before a simple slap could hit, the strength of the sword had already collapsed, and the cultivation of magical powers in both houses left no room for resistance. At this age and in this appearance, his identity was naturally revealed at this time.
The current Lord of Zhuangjing Sheji, Zhuang Gaoxian!
"I hear the bell?"
Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, obviously a little surprised: "I wonder which master of Xuankong Temple is in front of you?"
He and Ye Lingxiao had a tacit understanding and missed each other far away. Du Ruhui was left behind, and he chased all the way to Changhe, and finally caught up with the murderer of Dong A.
Only then did I see that he was such a young boy.
He was already very surprised that this person could be involved with the Bone Evil God and the Tomb of All Realms. What he didn't expect was that he only found out after chasing Changhe that this person was actually related to the Xuankong Temple!
He clearly heard that the old monk called himself "teacher".
How could the disciples of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism be related to the Bone Evil God and the Tomb of All Realms?
He almost immediately thought of countless conspiracy possibilities, and his thoughts began to spin rapidly.
"cough!"
Ku Jue faced Zhuang Gaoxian and his back to Jiang Wang.
He knew that leaving only a silhouette behind was the most majestic image, so he never looked back.
He fought hard to get injured and forcefully broke the wind, so that he could arrive here in time and save his beloved disciple.
After all this hard work, the image must not be lost at this time.
"Your Excellency, you have good eyesight!" He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said majesticly: "Standing in front of you is the future Pure Land Buddha, the next abbot of Xuankong Temple - Master Kujue! In the future, he will establish a golden body for eternity.
, you will surely achieve the good fruit of Bodhi in the future. Who are you, who dare to touch the disciples of Buddha?"
Zhuang Gaoxian frowned even more tightly.
This old monk spoke very powerful words, but they were all "future", "next term", "future", and "after", none of which were true. He was really a bit crazy and talking nonsense.
But what happened was that I couldn’t fake what I heard about Zhong, and his cultivation as a real person in this world couldn’t be deceived.
"I am the lord of the mountains and rivers of Zhuangjing. I have received the seal of Yujing and am a member of the Royal Dao Kingdom!" Zhuang Gaoxian said coldly: "Master, you said that the thief who assassinated the deputy prime minister of our Zhuang Kingdom was a disciple of your Xuankong Temple.
.Can I understand that you want to declare war on our Taoist sect on behalf of Xuankong Temple?"
Zhuang Gaoxian can only represent the Zhuang Kingdom, but this does not prevent him from using his status as a Taoist state to raise the Taomen Tiger Flag at this time.
"I don't even know what you are talking about!"
The old monk was very cunning, so he naturally refused to fall for this evil trick. He sneered and scratched his creak again: "My disciple has always been a kind-hearted person. He only sweeps the floor for fear of killing ants, and cares about moths and gauze lamps."
You said he killed someone? I wouldn’t believe him even if he killed a chicken!"
Not only did the old monk not believe it, but Jiang Wang himself didn't believe it either.
With his sword-qi soaring into the sky, it would be too much to say that he dare not kill chickens.
Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian couldn't believe it either.
He spread out his hands, showing his domineering power: "So, Master, do you really want to do it?"
Whether the old monk is slippery or not, he will not debate whether this young man is the murderer or not. That is meaningless. In this case, you and me arguing is equivalent to giving up the pursuit. And he is so old
Fei Zhouzhang came after him, and of course he refused to give up.
If it is not enough to involve the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, then the most appropriate choice is to pick out Zhuang Guo and Xuankong Temple and have a dialogue as real people in the world.
So he only asked if he should fight! It was to weigh the old monk's weight and how far he was willing to go to protect the murderer.
Ku Jue laughed loudly. Although his clothes were in tatters and his injuries were not healed, he showed no signs of weakness and was arrogant and domineering: "Monks are compassionate. The Buddha advises you to turn back as soon as possible!"
At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an urgent voice in his ears: "This guy is pricking his hands, the good guys should run away first!"
Zhuang Gaoxian laughed angrily at Ku Jue's arrogance and just said: "Okay!"
No longer restrained, he immediately waved his palm forward.
The sea of clouds is surging thousands of miles away, and the long river beneath my feet is trembling.
“There is a road to heaven but if you don’t take it, there is no door to hell and you have to find it!”
Kujue shouted angrily, with a majestic momentum. He put his palms together, and a golden "Swastika" Buddha seal was born out of thin air. It rose up in the wind. It was like a golden wall, firmly blocking the front.
Two real people in this world started a battle on this long river.
But Jiang Wang didn't hesitate, turned around and flew away quickly.
Ku Jue traveled thousands of miles to save him, and it was impossible for him not to be moved.
But he knew very well that with his current strength, he had no chance of affecting the battles of real people in this world.
The best choice is to leave here quickly so that Ku Jue doesn't have to worry about him and has a chance to get out of the battle.
Insisting on staying here and living and dying with suffering is the stupidest hypocrisy.
Apart from moving yourself and dragging others down, it has no meaning.
