In mid-air, eighteen demon-suppressing pillars were arranged in all directions, surrounding the demon sword in the middle. Then eighteen chains flew out and locked the magic sword.
The demonic energy of the demonic sword rose and it kept struggling, but the chains seemed to be able to absorb the power of the demonic sword. The eighteen chains turned blood red. After a while, the demonic sword lost its luster and fell into silence.
Ye Ling's power caused the eighteen demon-suppressing pillars to shrink into a circle, and together with the demon sword, they were taken back into the jade finger.
The demon sword did not show any demonic properties, and it had obviously been sealed by the demon-suppressing pillar. Li Nianzhu stepped in front of Ye Ling, looked at his jasper finger ring, and his eyes lit up: "You have some extraordinary good things on you." Ye Ling knew what Li Nianzhu was referring to, and touched the jasper finger ring and said : "It's just a coincidence." While the two were talking, Mu Jian flew back to Ye Ling excitedly, circling around in circles.
Ye Ling understood, reached out and stroked the wooden sword, and said, "Thank you, for making you worry." After speaking, Ye Ling inserted the wooden sword back into his back, followed a few steps forward, and came to the area. In front of the sword picture.
The sword picture was still filled with murderous intent at this moment, and it resisted Ye Ling. With a thought in Ye Ling's mind, three sword diagrams flew out from the sea of consciousness. When the sword diagrams met, they began to glow and resonate.
Ye Ling immediately connected with the sword diagram. A sharp edge hit Ye Ling's heart, and then the white light on the sword diagram condensed into the appearance of the Sword Ancestor.
Sword Ancestor said: "Sword Receiving Style!" As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of divine light flew out from the sword diagram and fell into Ye Ling's sea of consciousness. Ye Ling's brows were furrowed, and sections of the sword style were transformed into him. in his consciousness.
Ye Ling immediately sat cross-legged in mid-air, his consciousness immersed in comprehending the sword style. Li Nianzhu and Sun Houer quietly stepped aside and stopped.
Unexpectedly, a golden light came, and the golden cicada came back again. He looked at Ye Ling and the sword picture with a complicated expression: "Amitabha, although this poor monk does not want to kill, but the Buddha's order cannot be violated!" As soon as he finished speaking, But seeing the nine-ring tin staff in Jin Chanzi's hand shining brightly, he hit Ye Ling.
Sun Hou'er and Li Nianzhu frowned slightly, but did not stop him: "Although this Buddhist disciple has no violent temper, he acts so ruthlessly, which makes people need to be careful."
"Hehe, aren't all the people in the Buddhist sect the same as what they say and what they say and what they do!"
"This statement is wrong. There are many eminent monks in the world who have attained enlightenment. We cannot stop eating because of choking and generalize. This is true regardless of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism."
"Old man, you see clearly." While the two were talking, Jin Chanzi's nine-ring tin staff had already been struck.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling's momentum rose up, and the wooden sword unsheathed itself, blocking Jin Chanzi. Then Ye Ling turned around and held the sword, facing Jin Chanzi: "Monk, do you know about this sword picture?" Jin Chanzi smiled with a smile on his face: "Buddha said, don't tell, don't tell."
"Okay, since you don't want to say it, I won't force it. But since you are here, you can help me test the sword!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ling's whole body was filled with murderous aura.
This is a rare outbreak of murderous intent since he started practicing swordsmanship. This is exactly the characteristic of the third style of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique.
But seeing Ye Ling holding a wooden sword in his hand, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, and he was attacking Jin Chanzi. The sword is everywhere, murderous and unparalleled!
Jin Chanzi didn't know how to respond for a moment, and was forced to retreat continuously. Ye Ling's sword moves were frequently fired, and he stayed close to Jin Chanzi. His sword moves changed hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.
Jin Chanzi was covered by a purple brocade cassock and was not injured by Ye Ling, but under this sword style, it was difficult for him to defend Ye Ling's attack.
He was secretly shocked and blurted out: "This is your new sword style."
"Not bad!" Ye Ling's offensive became more and more fierce, and every blow was a sure-kill move. Just like the murderous aura that filled his body, his swords were all aimed at the enemy's life!
As the sword fell, Ye Ling said loudly: "If you travel a thousand miles with a sword, you will definitely take revenge. There is nothing wrong with me, it's just because the sky is unfair." This is the third form of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique, and the sword points to the underworld.
With the sword in your hand, you point the enemy to hell!
"Amitabha!" Jin Chanzi suddenly offered up a purple gold alms bowl, and a Buddha's light covered Ye Ling. The wooden sword in Ye Ling's hand lay horizontally, and the sword energy blocked the Buddha's light.
Jin Chanzi took this opportunity to run away, and turned back to Ye Ling and said: "Donor Ye, you and I are destined to meet again eventually. I hope you can abandon your evil thoughts and enter my Buddhist door. Then the poor monk will be willing to sit with you and discuss the Tao, and his words will be endless!" "Ye Ling did not chase after him. He felt that Jin Chanzi was too weird for knowing about his sword plan. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, he felt that such a dangerous person should stay away.
With his sharp edge withdrawn, the fourth piece of sword diagram has been integrated with the first three pieces, and now flies back into Ye Ling's sea of consciousness.
Ye Ling looked at the size of the sword diagram and estimated that with three more pieces, the sword diagram could be completed. Sun Hou'er came over with a big smile: "Boss Ye, it seems we have to say goodbye again." Ye Ling nodded and said: "Take care, Great Sage. Thank you so much for saving your life."
"Why be so polite? Your sword diagram should be the inheritance left by that boy Qi Yuan. But how did this young monk know?" Ye Ling was confused about this matter: "At least I didn't reveal it."
"When I have a chance, I'll ask you some indirect questions. Say goodbye to me, and I'm going to go!" Seeing Sun Hou'er leave, Ye Ling almost fell down as if he had lost all strength.
Fortunately, a force held him up, and Li Nianzhu came up from behind him: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, can't you hold on now?" Ye Ling showed a wry smile: "In recent years, my days of recuperation have been better than those of health. There are still many days left.”
"Just rest here for a while this time. No one will come to cause trouble again. I have cultivated my moral character for thousands of years without fighting with others. If someone disturbs my purity again, I'm afraid I will break the precepts!" Li Nianzhu was about to do it! Taking a step forward, Ye Ling suddenly said: "Senior..."
"Yeah" Ye Ling hesitated for a moment: "Senior...but I'm trapped by love." Li Nianzhu's heart was shaken, and he turned around to look at Ye Ling, his eyes questioning.
Ye Ling said: "Senior just entered my sea of consciousness, and the Buddha beads in my Dantian sighed, saying that my senior was trapped in love and could not be freed."
"Buddha beads"
"This Buddhist bead... I got it by chance." Ye Ling hesitated again. After all, he promised Mo Weng to give the Buddhist beads to Xu Haochu. Unfortunately, Xu Haochu was killed by him and this promise could not be fulfilled.
"When I was fighting with someone, I was injured by that person's Ten Thousand Years of Ice. This prayer bead saved my life."
"Ten Thousand Years of Ice" Li Nianzhu's expression was complicated: "Is it the Thousand Years of Ice in Zhonghan Mountain in the Northern Territory? It turns out that it has been so long." Li Nianzhu smiled, turned and left without saying anything.
"Amitabha!" Budai monk suddenly came behind Ye Ling. It turned out that he had never left: "Little donor, we meet again."
"Master Budai!" Ye Ling turned his head and said happily: "It's great that you are okay. Master Budai, the string of Buddhist beads has spread into nine and fallen into my Dantian. What's going on?" Budai monk smiled. Said: "Didn't the poor monk say that when you go to the Buddhist land of the Western Regions, Kurong Temple, you will naturally know the answer." Ye Ling curled his lips and said: "You Buddhists, you know how to solve riddles.".qqxsΠéwBudai Monk and He didn't refute, but said: "But the young monk knows a thing or two about this bamboo forest layman and can tell you."
"Oh, please give me some advice, Master." The two of them walked side by side towards the Purple Bamboo Forest: "It's a long story, it was ten thousand years ago..." Li Nianzhu, who had returned to the Purple Bamboo Forest courtyard early, sat in front of the hall, Looking at the ordinary plum blossom tree in the yard, the memories that have been lingering for a long time seem to reappear before my eyes... The Northern Territory thousands of years ago was still: "It was frozen for thousands of miles, and the snowfield was vast. A piece of red Under the clear sky, hunting and hunting, the cold wind whistles. The distant mountains are inaccessible, and the birds and animals are hiding up close. The Northern Territory is full of beautiful scenery, but it turns out that the land is far away and the road is long." But there is a fairy mountain in the far north of the Northern Territory, but it is not cold. , the mountains are covered with pine forests and are evergreen all year round.
The medicinal gardens are vast, with exotic flowers blooming, green yams, clear mountain springs, and the sound of waterfalls. It is truly a paradise, the most beautiful scenery in the world.
This mountain is called Songshan, and there is an extraordinary person living here, who everyone calls Mother Songshan. No one knows how high this person's cultivation level is. They only heard that the strong men from the three families in the Northern Territory once went to Songshan to occupy this fairy mountain, but finally failed.
There is no doubt about the strength of the three families in the Northern Territory, and the name of Mother Songshan has spread far and wide across the Five Territories. Mother Songshan only had four disciples, and their names contained plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum respectively, so they were called the Four Gentlemen of Songshan.
But among the four gentlemen, only Li Nianzhu is a man, and the other three are all women. Old Mother Songshan also has a son named Su Yansong. According to legend, he has inherited the inheritance from Old Mother Songshan and is very powerful.
But later, Su Yansong fell in love with Mother Songshan's disciple, Ji Silan. It was a pity that the lovers could not get married.
After Songshan's old mother passed away, Ji Silan also passed away soon. Su Yansong consciously stayed in Songshan.
At this time, Songshan no longer felt like spring all year round, but instead became the coldest place in the northern region, and was renamed Zhonghan Mountain. When the Budai monk said this, Ye Ling suddenly asked: "What does this have to do with Senior Li?"
"Young man, don't worry," Budai monk continued: "The person Li Nianzhu likes is another disciple of Mother Songshan, Mei Zhixue. Unfortunately, Mei Zhixue's heart is with Su Yansong. The three of them are destined to be fruitless. Tens of thousands of years have passed. , only three of them are still alive on Songshan Mountain, and because of the three characters pine, bamboo and plum in their names, outsiders call them the Three Friends of Suihan. They live in seclusion in Zhonghan Mountain, Meiling and the Purple Bamboo Forest of Putuo Island. .”
"I see." Ye Ling nodded and said, "Thousands of years have passed, and the three of them still can't let go. Can time really dilute feelings?"
"Amitabha! We don't know the origin of fate, and we have no share in it. Little donor, the words cause and effect are by no means empty words. You and I are both practitioners, and we should be detached from the world. Don't be too contaminated by cause and effect to avoid hindrances from karma. It's rare to achieve positive results." Ye Ling smiled bitterly, he had already incurred enough karma, and now he might not be able to transcend.
The two came outside the purple bamboo forest, and saw dozens of nuns from Guanyin Temple led by the mountain breeze and the jade bridge to come out.
When the leader with the highest level of cultivation met Budei Monk, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Master, I have come from afar. I'm sorry."
"Amitabha, I don't know where all the masters are going." All the nuns looked at each other and sighed.
Some people even glared at Ye Ling, because it was Ye Ling who finally destroyed the entire Guanyin Temple, but due to his strength, he did not dare to criticize.
Ye Ling also noticed the weirdness of the atmosphere, and touched his nose in embarrassment. Just as he was about to apologize, the Budai monk next to him smiled and said: "Seeing nothing is called Zhengjian. There is no temple, but it is Guanyin Temple. There are monks No monk, they are all scriptures that can save the world. Masters, are there any confusions that cannot be solved at this moment?" After listening to Budai monk's words, the bhikshuni monks softened their expressions and bowed and saluted: "Thank you, master, for your teaching!"
