The golden crow vibrates on the top of Taishan Mountain, and the thousands of miles of rivers crouch 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 river, he would feel that it was a living dragon. Meandering across the vast land of this world, showing greatness to everyone who sees it.
Jiang Wang flew over this "land in the vast sea", flying over the snow-white silver that danced on the earth.
From this place, you can already see Tianmayuan 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. He would use the roar of the "ancestral river" as music, use the high dome as the platform, let the heaven and earth be the audience, and relax 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, the hairs all over Jiang Wang’s body stood on end!
He felt a huge fear stemming from his life instinct, and the shadow of death instantly covered his soul.
He turned around and drew his sword!
The magnificent sword intention soars into the sky, and the light of Yaojiao's sword suddenly rises.
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 high in the sky, unable to escape. 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, 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 could vaguely hear 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 landed in 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 Wang and facing forward.
He is not tall and can even be called skinny.
He didn't have a noble temperament either, and the monk's robes on his body were in tatters and stained with blood.
From Jiang Wang's angle, you could see the dirty back of his neck and the not-so-clean back of his head. Dark wrinkles can be seen in the holes in the monk's clothes.
But his voice was very loud and majestic——
"Disciple, step back and let the master come!"
It was the old monk Kujue whom he had not seen for several months.
After getting over the pain, Jiang Wang saw the owner of the terrifying slap before - he was a middle-aged man with a not outstanding face, but there was dignity between his eyebrows and eyes.
Before even a simple slap could hit, the strength of the sword had already collapsed, leaving no room for resistance for both the magical powers of the two palaces. At this age and appearance, appearing at this time, his identity is naturally obvious.
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 were racing.
"cough!"
Ku Jue faced Zhuang Gaoxian and turned 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.
The old monk's words were very powerful, but they were all "future", "next term", "future" and "later", and none of them were true. It's 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, with the seal of Yujing, and the kingdom of Yudao!" Zhuang Gaoxian said coldly: "Master, you said that the thief who assassinated the deputy prime minister of Zhuang Kingdom is your disciple of 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 Taoist 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 the creak again: "My disciple has always been kind-hearted. He sweeps the floor for fear of killing ants, and cares about moths and gauze lamps. You say he kills people? I don't even believe he kills chickens!"
Not only did the old monk not believe it, but Jiang Wang himself didn't believe it either.
With his sword energy 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.
He stretched out his hands, showing his domineering attitude: "So, Master, do you really want to do it?"
Whether the old monk is slippery or not, he doesn't want to debate whether this young man is the murderer or not. That makes no sense. In this case, you and I are arguing, which is equivalent to giving up the pursuit. And of course he refused to give up after so much trouble in pursuit.
It is not enough to involve the opposition between Buddhism and Taoism, so it is the most appropriate choice to pick out Zhuang Guo and Xuankong Temple and have a dialogue as a real person in this world.
So he only asked if he wanted to fight! It was necessary 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, so 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.
Thousands of miles of sea of clouds surged, and the long river beneath my feet trembled.
“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 great momentum. Putting both palms together, a golden "Swastika" Buddha seal appeared out of thin air and rose in the wind. 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 touched.
But he knew very well that with his current strength, he had no chance to affect the battle of real people in this world.
Leaving here quickly so that Ku Jue doesn't have to worry about him and has a chance to get out of the battle is the best choice.
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.
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