It is impossible for a major flood of this magnitude to occur without warning, and a thousand-meter-high tsunami would require an unimaginable external force to cause it. The phenomenon of boat coffins on the cliffs in Wuyi Mountain is incredible. It was once suspected that there was a huge flood that submerged the high cliffs, leaving only shore in Zhujiang, which made these ancient people so fond of boat shapes and buried in high places.
But the sound of water actually appeared, resounding from the cracks stretching like a spider web under the Minyue Mountain City, as if the Yin River and the Sea of Hell were running underground and might break out of the ground at any time.
The Qing soldiers and martial arts people who had just died tragically in the ancient city of Minyue were trembling with the shaking of the earth, as if they were about to be resurrected. Crazy demon monks were walking in the empty city, singing scriptures that no one could understand, and blood was spreading everywhere. It passed over his ankles and quietly nourished this desolate place.
"Close your eyes and cover your ears! This is a mental attack!"
Jiang Wen immediately reminded him, his eyes were confused for only a moment, and his mind returned to clarity. But when I saw the people around me, they were staring at the sky with distorted faces, lying on their backs, and couldn't hear the shouts at all.
Looking at the valley filled with ghosts and monsters, Jiang Wen narrowed his eyes and looked at it quietly. Doubts and enlightenments were like meteorites colliding, creating raging sparks.
"Master, what does that demon monk seem to be waiting for?"
At this time, the only two people who could remain calm were Jiang Wen and the long-haired weirdo.
The weirdo touched his chin: "He should be waiting for the Buddha to appear."
"Buddha?"
Jiang Wen looked at the hell on earth with billowing green mist. Even the real hell in all directions might not be as weird as this one. Can anyone confidently believe that he can wait until the lotus flowers bloom in the mud and stand in front of Bo Xun to see the Buddha?
The weirdo slowly explained: "It is recorded in the Tianzhu Beiye Sutra that when Sakyamuni was born, an immortal predicted that he would either become a wheel-turning holy king or become a monk and become a Buddha. Later, when the Buddha became enlightened, he naturally could not rule the world. The Holy King of Chakravartin, therefore this holy path has been lost.”
Jiang Wen asked half-understanding, "Is it possible that the path to Buddhism is broken when one person walks together? The Holy King of Wheels is the Buddha?"
The weirdo nodded slowly: "No, no. It's a pity that no one has become a Buddha in the past two thousand years."
Jiang Wen also knew this chapter, but he didn't expect that there was such an explanation in the Buddhist secrets.
Chen Jinnan relied on his deep internal strength to wake up first, but two streaks of blood flowed from his nose. He obviously used self-inflicted stimulation.
"Could it be that the demon monk wanted to become the Holy King of Wheels before he did such a dangerous thing?" Chen Jinnan asked weakly as he calmed down his inner energy.
The weirdo shook his head: "The Holy Wheel-turning King has to rule the world and teach all the people before he can feel the blessing of the wheel treasure and fly thousands of miles in an instant without any hindrance. The snow-covered northern mountain is in the Qianyuan, and even the great leader of the world's monks can't do this. , How can he do it?"
Having said this, the weirdo no longer concealed anything and spoke out in one go.
"What he is looking for is not the way of the Holy Wheel-turning King, but the elephant treasure that is the mount of the Holy Wheel-turning King. The Chinese book translates it as Jie Ju. The Sutra describes this elephant as having six white teeth, seven supports, and a face like Indra. Luohu Bojia insect. Before the Buddha passed away, he took pity on the suffering of all sentient beings. He tamed it and hid it in Nanzhanbuzhou. By riding it, he could use the remains of the Holy King Chakravartin to meet the Buddha..."
Feng Daode didn't mean to be cruel, so he waited until now, took a sharp breath, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice.
"How do you know so much? Who are you?"
Jiang Wen ignored him and interrupted, "Master, I think this earthquake has a lot to do with the demon monk. If we don't kill him, we will all die in the mountains. I am sure of dealing with him, but do you have any way to deal with him? People of the Chiseled Tooth, do you want me to rush to his side?"
The weirdo shook his head: "To send you there, at least four masters must join forces. Look here..."
Hong Xiguan's voice also suddenly sounded. He had a bloody wooden thorn stuck in his leg, and he actually mutilated himself in order to wake up.
"Director Jiang, I will also give you a helping hand, and I will send you there even if I risk my life!"
Chen Jinnan's face was gloomy, and he held the giant sword in his hand, and his meaning was very clear. Only Feng Daode had a gloomy expression and avoided answering.
Chen Jinnan was worried about the members of the Heaven and Earth Society lying in disarray, and took the lead in pleading: "Master Feng, although you are different from our stance of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, the current situation is critical. I, Chen, ask you to act righteously and rescue the fire and water!"
Feng Daode's thin cheeks trembled, but his eyes were full of wariness: "The ignorance of the Ming Dynasty has caused the world to rebel. Now the small court is also fighting and criticizing constantly. Zhu Ming has lost people's hearts. Now that all his strength has been exhausted, if we, the Wudang Sect, can compete with you Along the way, I’m afraid the world will not tolerate me.”
Wudang had once participated in King Chuang's rebellion. At this time, he also showed that he was not optimistic about the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, and was completely unwilling to help. Of course, the secret meaning is that Wudang has Wudang's position, but it is absolutely impossible to help the Ming Dynasty or Shaolin forces.
Hong Xiguan stole a glance at Hongdou, who had his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Feng, these days are different from the past. At this time, the lives of people in the valley are at stake, and the grievances between the rivers and lakes and the court can be dealt with separately. I hope you will see what is happening in Shaolin. The leading edge…”
Feng Daode was furious and stared at Hong Xiguan with eyes like eagles: "Since you know the superiority of elders and younger ones, you naturally have no reason to teach me how to do things! The Wudang Sect will not interfere in Zhu Ming's family affairs, let alone help Shaolin! "
As soon as these words came out, both Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan's expressions changed drastically, and they were about to tense up, and the movements of holding weapons changed - if they are not recognized as friends in the world, then they are enemies. How can people feel at ease?
But the weirdo suddenly walked in and stood between the three people.
"Don't quarrel and hurt the peace. I don't think this matter is serious..."
The weirdo waved his rags, and everyone thought he was trying to persuade Chen Hong and Chen Hong to leave, but they didn't expect that he suddenly turned around and stared at Feng Daode face to face with a sinister expression.
"You just said that you will never help Shaolin until you regain your enlightenment, and you also said that the Lord of Heaven and Earth is your master, so which principle do you follow? You have to have a number in life, right?"
Feng Daode narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly expression, "What does it have to do with you?" One hand had been quietly put into his sleeve, and his fingers were slightly bent to poke out of the sleeve.
Jiang Wen also looked at the skinny Taoist and persuaded him.
"Taoist Master Feng, you see, we are all Taoist priests, but there is no principle that Buddhism and Taoism are incompatible. What's the problem if you just help me?"
His expression was very calm when he spoke, as if he was really here to be a peacemaker.
"I can understand you saying that you don't understand anymore. The world is in chaos because Zhu Ming has no choice. Who among the people would want to rebel if they have food to eat?"
At this point, Jiang Wen took a breath, and his smiling face suddenly turned into a scolding, "But if you don't tell me this, I won't agree! You only saw that the two hundred years of life have been exhausted, but you couldn't guess that The next three hundred years will be dire and turbulent; you keep saying that you see millions of people in dire straits, but do you know that because of your indifference, there will be 400 million people in the future who will be worse than rotten dogs! Aren't you afraid of putting an electric drill in a chrysanthemum? "
This is not a peacemaker, this is a nuclear peacemaker with Big Ivan!
Feng Daode was about to explode. He obviously had the worst and toughest attitude, so why were these people trying to persuade him to put pressure on him? Ever since he took over as the head of Wudang from his senior brother, he had never seen anything so frustrating.
"court death!"
Feng Daode was pointed at his nose and scolded, and he struck out with anger in his long-charged tiger claw hand. He had already rushed to Jiang Wen's door with a wind and thunder, intending to hit him with a killer blow to cause bloodshed.
But a stinky wind blew up, and the weirdo grabbed Jiang Wen's slovenly clothes, and used his hands as thin as chicken feet to fight with the Wudang Tiger Claw Kung Fu, and then took it back. Then the weirdo grabbed his wrist, and again Then let go.
I saw that his palms were numb and trembling continuously. It turned out that Feng Daode suffered a loss because of deliberate calculation and unintentional calculation.
The strange man lifted up his tattered robe and pushed his messy hair to the sides, revealing an old face covered with dirt. He opened his mouth to reveal a set of yellow teeth.
"Since you can't reason with others, and you dare to talk about the Lord of Heaven and Earth, I think you should die."
Just as he was about to scold him, when he saw the scratches on his hands, his anger suddenly disappeared and he looked at the other party as if he had suddenly woken up.
"Eight dozen divine palms, Indra's grasp... you are... you are actually..."
Feng Daode distinguished carefully, and the expression on Yin Zhi's face was extremely ugly: "You are indeed the number one master in Southern Shaolin back then, Uncle Haizhi?!"
"Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for slander."
The weirdo curled his lips and denied.
"Please call me Master Ji Po."
