He was respectful and cautious to the great living Buddha Wuda, but he didn't have such a good temper when facing the national teacher. He looked directly at the national teacher: "This is not a big thunder voice platform. The damn person the national teacher thinks may be more valuable than the national teacher.
The national master replied: "I think he deserves to die. Now he is dead. This is great. If you want to punish me, you must tie me up now. If you just want to blame me... Is it useful to ask me? I don't understand. What do you want to do when you stand up?"
Wuda was about to say something else, but the tall and dignified Buddha suddenly spoke, "Sangji deserves to die. I only asked Sheng Jing to go to the hall, but he brought one more up. He couldn't survive just by this level. The national master took action on his behalf, and there was no fault, so there was no need to pursue it... But this level will not be investigated." Sangji was the corpse lying on the ground.
The Great Living Buddha spoke Tubo dialect. Even though he knew that the national master could understand, he did not look at the national master. He only stared at his disciple Wuda, and he said it to Wuda.
Wuda bowed to Bojie and received the order. Then he turned around and said to Yanding: "The Great Living Buddha is merciful. I will no longer pursue my junior brother's affairs, so don't worry about the national master."
Yan Ding nodded: "Chaicuo replied to the strict control of the tower palace, and he said that his disciples would be punished even if they make mistakes. Sheng Jing admired them very much."
"Don't misunderstand the national master, but there is no need to mention the death of junior brother. But Sangji was poisoned to death by you." Wuda bit the word "poison" very seriously, and then paused for a moment before continuing: "The national master climbed to the top of the golden peak with poisonous substances, which is disrespectful to the Buddha and secretly ill-intentioned towards the Great Living Buddha. This serious crime must be pursued."
Yanding's voice was mediocre, neither protesting nor just defending, but just saying things: "When I was a teenager, I was killed by a disciple. I was dying in my body and saved my life by a master. However, I couldn't pull out all the poison on my body. I am a very poisonous creature myself, so do I need to hide the poison? If the poisonous creatures are not allowed to come up on this golden top, I can only ask the Great Living Buddha to talk to me in another place."
After saying that, Yanding seemed to remember something again, and after a moment of pause, he continued, "By the way, there is another thing to say. On the way to the Golden Peak, several Tantric disciples came forward to search their bodies. They were shaking on my robe. It's also damn. I won't see you tomorrow... From the side of the Great Living Buddha, they asked me to "bring" the poison, just like this Sangji, who was on duty and died as much as possible. There is no need to thank you."
Wuda's eyes twitched slightly. After a few months of sight, Yanding was led by the Living Buddha. He was always on the plateau with a good temper and never asked a question a little more. He never used any means, but no one expected it. As soon as he arrived at the Chaicuoda Tower, he became yin and domineering. No matter who it was, no matter what it was, he would offend him... damn it.
The Great Living Buddha behind him did not express his opinion. Wuda understood that the matter of "hiding poison" to the palace was irresponsible. He took a few steps back and signaled that he would no longer stop him. He sang loudly: "On the golden top, the Great Living Buddha is here, please come forward to worship."
How could the great Master of Yan kneel down and bow to the Tubo Buddha Lord? Sure enough, Yanding stood still.
Wuda asked in a deep voice again: "Why do you refuse to bow to the great living Buddha when you are allowed to meet you?"
"If the Great Living Buddha arrives at the Leiyin Platform, he doesn't have to bow to me when he sees me. I come to the Chaicuoda Tower and I won't kowtow to me when I see him." Yanding replied.
Wuda coldly posted: "Will Emperor Yan Jingtai go to the minister's house and kowtow when he sees his ministers? If the ministers enter the court and see your emperor again, can he stop polite?"
Using the emperor, minister to compare the living Buddha and the national teacher, Wuda's meaning was self-evident. Yan Ding laughed and said, "I didn't understand what you wanted to do just now, and now I'm even more confused. Since you ask me, I'm talking about my thoughts. I don't care whether you listen or be unreasonable, and I won't explain it to you anymore. You must understand that I am not your master and I don't need to reason with you. I am not your fellow disciple, and I will not argue with you. That's all. As for the same sentence, whether you ask questions or question them... do you think it's useful?"
Since entering the hall, the Great Living Buddha has never spoken a word to the visitor, as if the national master is not worthy of his identity. He has always been his disciple Wuda speaking in front. Yanding doesn't care. He is happy to talk with Wuda, but Rakuen is a little disgusted with him, so he takes a step forward and wants to interrupt.
The other party used his disciples as a verbal talk, and his status was obviously more noble. The straw thought was very simple. He was a junior of the national teacher, and it was considered a 'match of equality' when he went up to talk to Wuda. As soon as he moved, the national teacher shook his head at him and smiled: "The difference between superiority and inferiority is not to speak. If this is the case, wouldn't a deaf and mute person be born superior?"
Wu Daben had nothing to say, but when he saw the national master turn to talk to Radisha, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Radisha: "It's fine if Master Sheng Jing** respects his identity. Is this young man unwilling to worship when he sees the Great Living Buddha? He is a junior of the National Master? Wu Da is too much, and the tutor of the Daleiyintai is not very good."
The national teacher was patient and asked him, and he would answer as long as Wuda asked him, and said with a smile: "You talk about him? He is indeed my junior, and he is also my relative. He doesn't have to bow to me when he sees me at Leiyin Station, so he travels all over the world. No matter which one he sees, as long as he doesn't want to kowtow, he doesn't have to kneel down."
On the golden top of the sacred mountain, Yanding swept away his past low-keyness and suddenly became arrogant. Everything was measured by himself and followed his rules, especially the last answer, because he did not need to kowtow, so the straw was in this world and he did not need to bow to anyone he saw.
Whether he is usually low-key, or Zhang Yang, now, is Yanding's true heart, no one in the Golden Palace knows. Yanding's mood looks great, and even turns his head and smiles: "The Great Living Buddha is above all else. He won't care anyway. If you don't want to salute, just forget it, but this Wuda is your senior brother by seniority. He has done a lot of hard work after saying this for a while. You have to say hello."
Rabbit took a step, clasped his fists at Wuda, and smiled and said, "I've seen my senior brother."
Wuda hesitated for a while, and it was true that tit-for-tat, but above the golden top, in front of the great living Buddha, he could not lose his demeanor. He nodded to the straw, bowed a bow, and then looked at the national master again: "Is this junior brother the national master's relative?"
Without waiting for the national master to answer, Wuda continued, "The national master came to the palace and kept telling your own rules, so he killed the Tantric disciples who offended you, and refused to worship the living Buddha's Dharma, and indulged the younger generations to be rude. The master thought that everyone was my Buddhist disciples, and they would not be investigated. But the national master should know that there are also rules for the Chaicuo Pagoda. One of them is: Those who trespassed into the Golden Peak Hall without being summoned will be assassinated and punished for skin peeling."
As he said that, Wuda looked at the straw, and the dense wrinkles on her face suddenly shrank. She laughed: "My junior brother came uninvited. He committed a crime."
After giving the straw a smile, Wuda turned his eyes to everything again: "The rules of the national master before were fulfilled by the great living Buddha; now Chaicuo answered the rules of the tower, should the national master also follow... Wuda thought that the national master would take his junior brother to apologize to the master. If the master has great compassion, he may make an exception and be able to be able to make an agreement for the national master once."
"Just let it be apologized. What are my rules? Chaicuo's rules. Don't tell me, this matter is not my control." Yan Ding was still smiling: "I am a junior, don't think he is young. But he also has his own rules. When he really encounters trouble, he will be disobedient and have to follow his own rules in everything!"
Wuda's smile remained unchanged, and his tone was kind and kind: "Here is his own rules here? Is he worthy?" As he said that, he raised his hands and patted him gently.
A 'bang' sound burst out from the palms. At the next stage, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared in the Holy Buddha Hall, which should have been compassionate and harmonious. Eleven Tantric warriors suddenly appeared behind the pillar of the Hall of the Kaiting Hall near the foot of the National Master, and their swords were magnificent and they took the straw.
The secret talk of Jinding was that there were no monks and soldiers inside and outside the hall, but the hidden good players in the hall were enough to deal with all emergencies.
The temple guards were not specially transferred to deal with the national masters... From the first day of their birth, they have lived in this hall. If there were no accidents, they would not step out of the hall until they died.
They have been born here, grown up here, practiced superior martial arts here, and were tempered by Western Regions secret medicines. The only meaning of their existence is to protect this hall. Decades of deliberate cultivation have long become part of this hall, like a mantis lying on the grass leaves, like a caterpillar hanging upside down, which is perfectly compatible with the environment. When they did not appear, even the national teacher could not notice their existence.
The warriors faced each other day and practiced the mysterious secret method of Tantric Buddhism, which made them all have a long time to understand. These people might not be worth mentioning when fighting alone, but the great formation of the Angry Lord Subduing Demons that they were practicing in their dreams made their combined attack power the world. If they defended with all their might, even if thousands of troops attacked, they would have to stop in front of them for a moment; if they joined forces to attack, even two or three masters would not have the chance to escape.
Yanding did not notice where the ambush was. But not knowing it. The corpse was included in the hall before, but there were only five people. Unless the living Buddha was a fool, how could he not set up an ambush and risked to contact the most mysterious Master Yan alone in the world.
Because I knew there were experts lurking, I had been waiting for a long time.
The temple warrior came very quickly. In the blink of an eye, he bullied himself in front of him. At the moment when the sharp blade in his hand was barely cut into the straw clothes, the figure suddenly shook in front of the warrior. The young man who had no response and could only be described as a lamb to be slaughtered suddenly blurred. Then they were shocked to find that the young man had disappeared. He was surrounded by them, and the blade turned into Master Yan.
The straw flew out...
The eleven guards who rushed out had their own spirits and placed them on Yanding. If he had any abnormal movements, the killing formation would change immediately and surrounded him. However, the national teacher's ability was far beyond his imagination. He moved faster and his reaction was unexpected. He did not pull the straw and escape with him. He did not attack the battle formation from the side to save people. Instead, he snatched the battle formation and threw the straw, left himself in the siege, and led the enemy's offensive.
Yanding would rather be in danger than be injured by the younger generations around him.
Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy had just launched and there was still room for the siege, the national master could snatch in and throw out the person to be saved. But when he finished doing this, the Angry Lord Demon-Subduing and Killing Formation was already in perfect shape, and then it was launched. Even with the ability of the national master, he could not leave calmly.
The formation was activated, and the warriors who entered the formation could not stop immediately. If Yan Ding wanted to survive, he had to take the combined attack in front of him first.
...
Since the national master arrived at the Golden Peak, he was merciless when he killed people, and he did not give in in a word. He looked like he was polite with a smile, but in fact he was so arrogant that he was beyond words. Originally, the great living Buddha could not find a place to talk to, but the national master brought his "weakness".
Killing straws is to dampen the spirit of Master Yan. But Wuda did not expect that the great living Buddha would die in order to save the younger generations around him.
Of course, the Great Living Buddha never thought of killing Yanding. If the national master really died in the Golden Summit Hall, wouldn’t it help the enemy Jingtai? It would also arouse hatred from the millions of Buddhists in Dayan. The most important thing is that Bojie wants to plot against the world, and at this time he has to use Yanding.
But Bo Jie didn't bother to order the temple guard to keep people under the sword. At this moment, he couldn't protect himself... The straw was thrown out of the battle group, and he didn't even plan to go back to help Yanding, and he never looked back at the national master. Instead, he used the force to jump forward and jumped straight towards Bo Jie! Is this a madman? He dared to kill Buddha in the Golden Peak Temple.
Even on the way, the straw was not posing for a desperate posture. He was doing something strange: taking off his clothes.
He first shook off his robe, then grabbed the collar of his underwear and pulled it hard... Obviously, he had practiced this move countless times, and took off his clothes during the leap without affecting his speed.
A line was drawn out of straw. Yanding and Youli's masters inherited the three arts of poison, strike, and weapon refining. Although the art of refining weapons was only the last of the three arts, it was enough to be called the world.
This "line" was made by Amber's elder brother collected strange gold materials and hand-made them for huā Xiaofei. Usually, he was held by medicine and was soft when he was attached to the flesh. It was just a wiring, but once he left his body, he would shake off the powder and become straight and sharp. It was a thread, a needle, and a sword.
What is really fatal is that this "line" is transparent and cannot be seen by outsiders, so how can we talk about being prepared? So when Wuda was shocked and fell, he saw three strange scenes: one was the national teacher who moved his body and changed his position; the other was the straw leaping and taking off his clothes; the third was the straw waving his hand, as if he was using a hidden weapon, but he clearly had nothing in his hand.
The eleven people who rushed out were the strongest among the temple guards, but not all of them. In addition, many people were scattered around, either monitoring the visitor or protecting the living Buddha. Things changed abruptly, but the other guards did not react slowly. Just as the straw took action, they had already pounced on them.
The next three things happened at the same time: the Great Living Buddha opened his voice and shouted, raised his hand and punched him, and he hit it with a punch. The Tantric Buddhism takes it as its mission to eliminate demons. Since ancient times, there has been a superb inheritance of martial arts. Practicing martial arts is a compulsory course for the Great Living Buddhas of all ages. He cannot see hidden weapons, but he can feel a yin cold that hits his lower abdomen. If he wants to hide, he must turn it out from the chair. He is the Great Living Buddha, who is like a monkey, and he cannot afford to lose this person. His fist power has reached the state of Vajra's immovable state, and he has confidence. No matter what is flying, he can only be broken by his own punch;
The national master yin smiled and resisted the fierce attack of the subduing demon killing formation. He held his head up and stood there with one arm. The eleven warriors seemed to be drunk, their eyes were silent, and their steps were floating and swaying. The national master's eyes were calm, and only he knew that he had no name on his own. His tail finger was broken. The national master sighed in his heart. Yan Ziping was severely injured and his arm was broken. Although he had recovered all his strength, his martial arts were still discounted. If he had faced this killing formation a few years ago, he would not have been injured even without scale gloves.
The straw is the simplest. It was chopped to the ground by a samurai who rushed out of the thorn and the blade hit the waist. At the critical moment, he avoided the vital points and made a big gap. It was difficult to get up for a while, but he finally saved his life.
With a gurgle, Wuda fell to the ground, shocked.
Although it seemed that the living Buddha was not in the way, someone actually attacked the Buddha's master in the hall and assassinated it. This was so great. Before Wuda could get up, he pointed at the straw and ordered the temple guard to "break the corpses into pieces, break the evil demon into pieces."
In a furious state, he finally understood that Master Yan was responsible for heavy responsibilities and could not kill him yet, so he only passed on the order to kill the straw.
The straw was seriously injured and couldn't say anything now. Yan Ding was so leisurely that he didn't even change the smile in his tone. He said to Wuda: "Why don't you understand it yet?"
Almost at the same time, the Great Living Buddha finally spoke and said to the Temple Gushi who was about to execute the execution: "Stay this person first, let's go down."
Uda was puzzled by the decree of the Great Living Buddha's decree, unwilling to accept it, and turned over and knelt on the ground. However, before he could speak, the Great Living Buddha smiled and said, "The national master is right, why don't you understand it yet? He went to the palace with this young man, and it was two people, but two people only have one life."
Just now, the national teacher and the straw were 'moved and changed positions'. It would be enough to replace the straw in the killing formation by themselves, which is enough to explain everything.
The Great Living Buddha can see more thoroughly, 'Two people, one life' either leave alive or die together, and will never live alone.
After talking about his disciple, the Great Living Buddha looked at Yanding, as if he was very concerned: "Are you injured?"
The national teacher still held his hand behind him and nodded: "I'm injured, not light."
The Great Living Buddha raised his eyebrows: "Where did you hurt? Why didn't I see it?"
The national master stretched out his hand, pinched a broken knife on the ground with his thumb and index finger, then swung his hand, and inserted it into his shoulders, leaving the handle of the knife.
Seeing this, the Great Living Buddha laughed: "Everyone is injured. It's a draw. No one suffers a loss. It's not bad, it's not bad!" As he said that, he stretched out his left hand, zipped his right fist for a moment, and slowly pulled out a 'line'.
Long thorns stain blood, and no longer transparent.
Bo Jie's steel fist failed to knock the sword of straw, but instead he stabbed it straight into his arm along the fist. If the long stab of the prick is more than a prick, it will naturally hurt the meridians. The Great Living Buddha is very injured or severely.
Bo Jie played with the long thorns with one hand and smiled, "The Han people have many huās, and this little thing is really exquisitely designed." He put the long thorns to his nose and sniffed them, and asked the national teacher: "Is it poisonous?"
The national master shook his head: "It is usually soft, and it is always held by medicine. You can't feed it to the other side, don't worry." As he said that, he stepped forward and walked to the straw, and his fingers were like wind to seal the big xué around the wound, slowing down the momentum of blood loss. Then he frowned at him and said: "Isn't your rule 'If you kill you, you will kill whoever you are?' It's obviously a command from Uda, how did you run to deal with the Great Living Buddha?"
"Senior Brother Wuda is doing things for the Great Living Buddha. He wants to kill me, it means the Great Living Buddha." Rakuen responded reluctantly: "I pounce on the Great Living Buddha, which is the real thing, 'Whoever kills me, I will kill whoever'."!