Nanxiao City is a city on the border of the Western Heaven Region.
Although this place is still far away from the core area of the Western Heaven Territory, due to the upcoming meeting of the Western Heaven God to recruit disciples, Nanxiao City has gradually become lively, and many martial arts cultivators from other regions have come here. Of course,
, just stay here temporarily.
As we all know, the Western Heaven Territory is a holy land for Buddhist cultivators. Although Nanxiao City is located in a remote place, there are still many Buddhist cultivators walking around in the city. They may even randomly stop someone on the road. The person may be a Buddhist cultivator.
At this time, outside Nanxiao City, a group of figures stepped forward. The person in the middle was a young man in white. He was rich and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing. There seemed to be a bit of enchantment in his eyes, which made people unable to look away after just one glance.
Open your eyes.
This young man in white is Qin Xuan, and the people beside him are Jiang Tianxing, Bai Dan, Chu Feng and several other Tianxuan people.
"Finally arrived in the Western Heaven Region."
Qin Xuan looked at the ancient city in front of him with a bright smile on his face. They set out from the territory of the Nine Heavens Fairy Kingdom and kept on traveling. After spending a month and a half, they finally arrived at the border of the Western Heaven Territory.
"There is still a month left before the disciple recruitment conference. According to our current speed, we should be able to arrive a few days earlier." Jiang Tianxing looked at Qin Xuan and smiled.
"That's good." Qin Xuan nodded slightly and said to everyone: "Let's enter the city, just to see how the city in the Western Heaven Region is different from other regions."
Then a group of people walked into Nanxiao City, and soon they discovered that this place was different from other cities they passed on the road. It lacked the smell of fireworks and seemed much quieter, but there were a lot of people coming and going, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.
, no one made any noise.
Qin Xuan and others naturally followed the rules here and walked silently.
Occasionally, some people passing by cast their eyes on them. After feeling the misty auras of Jiang Tianxing and Bai Dan, their faces couldn't help but show a trace of fluctuation. However, when they saw Qin Xuan, they felt relieved.
The saints were accompanying him, and the youths were of outstanding temperament. From the looks of it, they were descendants from big forces, rushing to Xitian City to participate in the disciple recruitment conference. Such lineups are not uncommon in the Xitian Territory nowadays, and there are even many.
The God of the West is such a terrifying figure. Even some geniuses with extraordinary backgrounds all dream of joining his sect and listening to his lectures on Buddhism. If they can enlighten themselves once, they will rise to prominence and have unlimited future.
In their opinion, Qin Xuan is this type of person.
"After a day's journey, everyone is a little tired. Why not find an inn to rest first." Jiang Tianxing said.
"I want to go for a walk around the area. I'd like to trouble the two seniors to take the others to settle down. I'll come find you then." Qin Xuan looked at Jiang Tianxing and Bai Dan and said.
"I'm afraid you won't feel well alone, so I'll accompany you." Bai Dan said to Qin Xuan.
"I won't bother you, senior. I just took a casual look. Nothing will happen." Qin Xuan showed a smile on his face and said: "Besides, the Western Heaven Territory is a holy land of Buddhism, so no one should dare to cause trouble."
There was a hint of hesitation in Bai Dan's eyes, but he was still a little worried. At this time Bai Dan smiled and said: "Let him alone. With his strength, even if he encounters trouble, escaping will not be a problem."
"Okay." Bodan nodded slightly and did not insist any more.
Then Qin Xuan separated from Jiang Tianxing and others. He was walking alone on the streets of Nanxiao City, looking around at the scene. He saw some figures wearing cassocks walking by, with their left palms raised on their chests.
You can tell that someone is a Buddhist by the way they dress.
But there are still some people who wear very simple coarse clothes and are unkempt, just like ordinary people who have no cultivation, and they are mumbling words as if they are Buddhist practitioners.
Seeing these people, Qin Xuan couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes. In the past, the Buddhist cultivators he had seen were all solemn, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and they exuded a sacred aura. This was the first time he saw this kind of Buddhist cultivator.
"Ascetic monks." Qin Xuan suddenly thought of a kind of Buddhist practice recorded in the classics. They don't practice in treasure halls. They don't care about clothing and life. They endure what ordinary people can't endure and endure what ordinary people can't endure. They understand Buddhism through suffering in the world.
truth.
Compared with normal Buddhist practice, the number of ascetics is very small. After all, not many people have such tenacious will and courage.
When his eyes casually glanced at a certain location, Qin Xuan's eyes couldn't help but freeze there. There, a figure with a broken arm was sitting there like a statue. The clothes on his body were extremely tattered, and his black hair was messy on his shoulders.
Covered up.
The first impression this figure gave him was that of a savage.
"Is he also an ascetic?" Qin Xuan was shocked. If this is the case, then his perseverance is too terrible. It is hard to imagine the level of pain he endured.
At this moment, Qin Xuan saw several Buddhist cultivators in cassocks walking up to the figure with a severed arm, and with respectful expressions on their faces, they all bowed to him and said, "We have come here with great admiration, and I beg you to teach me.
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"I am just one person among all living beings. I have experienced the pain and suffering in the world. I have no name or surname. I'm afraid you have found the wrong person." The figure with the broken arm uttered a hoarse voice, like a candle in the wind, dying.
"Master, you are being humble. Master taught in the past and everyone in Nanxiao City knows it. We all come sincerely to seek enlightenment. Master Wanwang has given me some advice. I will definitely be grateful!" One of the Buddhist cultivators spoke again, as if he was not satisfied.
I am willing to leave here.
"You have found the wrong person. If you are asking for something, you should not come to my place. Please leave." The figure with the broken arm spoke slowly and refused again.
"As a Buddhist cultivator, you should be compassionate, save all sentient beings, and spread the Dharma to more people. Is it true that the master is so stingy?" The Buddhist cultivator said in a deep voice, his voice a little colder than before, and a bit forced.
Meaning.
Several other Buddhist cultivators also took a step forward, with Buddha light shining and blooming on their bodies, and several tyrannical Buddhist pressures filled the air.
After the man finished speaking, the figure with the broken arm slowly raised his head. A gust of wind blew by, and his black hair flew up, revealing a pair of turbid eyes. It seemed that he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, making people afraid to deal with them.
Looking at each other.
"Are you really asking for this?"
A voice came from the mouth of the figure with a broken arm, as plain as before.
"Of course." The Buddhist cultivator nodded before, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. This old guy really doesn't take the easy way out!
"Okay." The figure with the broken arm nodded slightly, and then his remaining left palm stood up in front of his chest, and his lips moved, as if he was reciting something, but no sound was heard, and it was impossible to know what he was reciting.
But at the next moment, a dazzling Buddha's light appeared in front of the figure with the broken arm, and turned into a huge swastika palm print. With a roar, the swastika palm print flew towards the Buddhist cultivators.
"You are seeking death!" The Buddhist cultivators looked furious, and their auras suddenly burst out, and at the same time they blasted out their palm prints. The Buddha's light shone in the air, striking together with the swastika palm print.
"boom!"
An explosion-like sound came out, and the swastika palm print seemed to contain boundless Buddhist power. All the avenues of heaven and earth resonated with it, directly attacking and destroying the opponent. The huge swastika Buddhist inscriptions simultaneously bombarded the bodies of those Buddhist cultivators.
I saw several people vomiting a mouthful of blood at the same time, their bodies were blown away, and they fell heavily to the ground.
"What a strong strength!" Qin Xuan's heart trembled violently when he saw this scene. The auras exuded by those Buddhist cultivators were at the peak level of high-level emperors. However, they could not withstand the palm of the broken-arm figure.
This shows how terrifying the figure with a broken arm is!