The door of Wei Tuo Hall was suddenly closed, and the faint chanting was lingering inside. Along with the dust that had not been swept away from the pillars of the Buddhist hall for a long time, it fell, forming a clear boundary that blocked the entry of outsiders.
The people in the world were blocked from the hall at this time. Facing the unpredictable and mysterious scene in front of them, they could vaguely see some things that were difficult to figure out. No one dared to come closer and push the door.
"Hey, did you hear clearly what was read inside?"
"It's none of my business, I'm here to offer incense. It seems to be the sacrificial verse of Master Snow Mountain..."
"Tell me, what do you mean?"
In addition to the people in the world, there are also pilgrims from Jizu Mountain among the people who come to watch. They are often lay Buddhists who practice Buddhism at home and know a lot about Buddhist scriptures. Naturally, some people can recognize the origin of these verses. At this time, I was grabbed for no reason, so I had no choice but to explain.
Pilgrims explained to people in the world that according to the record in Volume 14 of the Nirvana Sutra, Snow Mountain Master was the predecessor of Sakyamuni Buddha. He practiced bravely and diligently, even sacrificing himself for half a verse, so he was able to transcend twelve kalpas and attain Maitreya. Buddha attained Buddhahood before.
It was difficult to become a Buddha at that time because there was no Dharma in the world in the past life. Therefore, Snow Mountain Master tried every possible means to seek Buddhist scriptures, but he could not obtain it. Until Snow Mountain Master heard about a Yaksha ghost, he spoke about the past in the sky. This half-sentence of the Buddha's verse makes you willing to sacrifice your life to pray for each other.
"Asking a ghost to become a Buddha? What kind of nonsense is this?"
In the eyes of people in the world, it is a ridiculous and bizarre thing for the Buddha to sacrifice his life to beg ghosts. When he thinks of several old monks who look like zombies sitting in the main hall, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart, and with the early spring atmosphere, It slipped into their sleeves and trouser legs, and quietly crawled onto their bodies—could it be that these monks in Sidan Temple had really cultivated some heretical scriptures?
The martial arts people heard only a few words, but they couldn't help but be infected by the suspicious atmosphere. At this time, it was obviously just a thin wooden door in front of them, but under the blessing of the inexplicable fear, it turned into a broken dragon stone that instantly fell and closed in the prince's tomb. In this way, inside and outside, darkness and light, stillness and movement are completely separated, and even the fragile boundaries between death and life are blurred...
The people outside the hall were hesitant and did not dare to approach, and the four masters who were trapped in the Wei Tuo Hall were even more confused.
But now the way forward and retreat is not clear. What's worse, the six haggard, zombie-like old monks in front of them are still facing them, muttering Buddhist verses in their mouths, which makes them restless and confused. got up.
The four masters of Prince Pingxi's Palace were trapped in it. They felt chills all over their bodies. They were leaning against the old monk who was repeating to the machine. Sometimes he seemed to see them frowning, and sometimes he seemed to see them smiling. However, when he looked carefully, he saw that they were just mottled. The distortion of wrinkles in the dim light and shadow is more like corpses sitting side by side.
"Amitabha. A distinguished guest is here today. The old monks have the courage to sweep the dust with [Five Luo Light Smoke Palms] to greet the guests. Please forgive me for any lack of etiquette..."
The cascading sounds sounded, and the six old monks all closed their palms in front of them, with their haggard postures uniform. With the slight movement of their palms, a whirlwind suddenly swept through the empty room of Wei Tuo Hall, rolling up the black smoke. He came and passed by, grazing the hair, temples and scalps of several people. His palm gestures did not show the elegance that a martial arts school should have, but it had a sense of being like a civet crying for blood or a firefly disturbing the sky.
"How dare you pretend to be a fool here! Watch your moves!"
The rough-looking swordsman's weapon was always at his side day and night. He was also wearing a precious sword at this time. The moment his fingers touched the cold blade of the sword at his waist, this man was suddenly enlightened at the spiritual platform, and he suddenly came to his senses, forgetting all about it. All of his martial arts skills and strength suddenly emerged, and there was a loud shout that made the roof beams and tiles buzz.
The loud sound spread outside the hall, and the group of martial arts people who were infected by the laymen's surprise and mysterious atmosphere finally regained some of their usual lawless expressions and boasted to the pilgrims.
"It's the voice of King He Dao! It looks like the bald donkey is about to lose his head!"
Pingxi Prince's Mansion recruits many martial arts people, and this swordsman is especially respected. His swordsmanship is superb. In daily fights with people, the opponent often lies on the ground before the sword is unsheathed. It is difficult for ordinary people to match him. Now if he speaks out and takes action first, he will definitely be able to sweep away the demons and demons in the palace.
At this time, in the main hall, the three masters seemed to wake up with the loud shouts. They saw the furious He Dao King taking out the sword from his waist. The long sword was still in the scabbard. He raised his hand and slashed Huashan Mountain with one blow.
This sword move was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it was close to the Vairocana hat worn by the six monks. It was about to fall on the old monk and smash them into a puddle of flesh.
There seemed to be an endless sound of chirping geese in the scabbard, but even in this moment of life and death, the six zombie-like old monks were still unaware. They lowered their heads and only chanted sutras and counted breaths. Even the rise and fall of their breaths did not change. They seemed to be in danger. Life and death are just at the mercy of the other party.
Such a fearless appearance was not beyond the speculation of the four masters of Prince Pingxi's palace. They thought that coming to Xitan Temple was nothing more than trying to persuade Prince Pingxi to be noble with death remonstrance. For this reason, they even closed the door thoughtfully. At this time, several people also I couldn't help but feel amused at my own paranoia.
But in the next second, there seemed to be dead branches growing everywhere. The force of He Dao Wang's powerful sword suddenly disappeared and disintegrated. It was like walking on thin ice, and finally stopped abruptly three inches outside the old monk's body, with only his eyes left. The round and ferocious look——
It's not a dead branch, it's a pair of withered and weak arms.
In other words, there are six pairs of dry and weak arms, using the same angle, the same strength, and the same posture. The right hand stretches out a finger, and the left hand pushes out a palm. The appearance is so neat that it is almost ridiculous.
The old monks had expressionless faces, but the wind in their palms was surging unignorably, and their fingers formed an angle just right. While clamping the blade, they also completely blocked the mountain-collapsing force!
The three masters took a breath of air, unable to believe the sight before them. They used the wind to repel the enemy, and the force of their fingers to stop the knife. What an understatement and effortless mastery!
If King He Dao's attacks are fast, then the old monks can change their moves even faster. Only in this way can they stop the enemy midway with a preemptive attack, and even prevent King He Dao from exerting his subsequent strength at all. He tried to use his strength to change his moves, but the sword was still unable to move as if it was stuck in a quagmire.
"What a long goose-winged knife... Amitabha, it seems that the donor has never put down the butcher knife..."
The old man's voice sounded slowly, and the six old monks wearing Vairocana crowns still lowered their heads and closed their eyes. They couldn't see their detailed faces. All they knew was that their faces didn't look like living people at all, and the voices made by several of them were layered. The sound resounds through the eaves of the tiles, looking in front and suddenly behind. If you want to trace the source of the sound, it seems to be talking to the ghosts that originated from the belly of the old monks.
I saw the old monks suddenly pointed out, and the surging finger force was applied to the blade again. King He Dao felt that the force exerted on the blade was like a mountain. With a sharp sound, the scabbard flew away in the air, leaving a cold light. The sword bounced back to his hand, and he himself took three steps back before he could stop his decline.
"This benefactor was too murderous, so the old monks had no choice but to use Dali's secret [One Yang Finger Technique] to resist. I hope that the pure Buddhist land of Sidan Temple cannot entertain this benefactor who uses a sword..."
King He Dao's face was as dark as water, and his usual bold and unrestrained appearance was gone. What just flew out was not only the scabbard, but also his usual disguise of a wealthy man in the world. At this time, he had the sword in his hand. Staring at the old monk, murderous intent was rising and falling all over his body. The murderous intent was so fierce that it felt like a thorn in the back.
The remaining three masters of Pingxi Palace slowly retreated at this time, not only because the six old monks issued an order to expel King He Dao alone, but also because the superb martial arts displayed by the old monks were puzzling, and rash actions may cause side effects. It would be better to let King He Dao go find out the details.
"A certain family is going to enter the temple today, what can you do to me?!"
Seeing that the unexpected sharp sword was not effective, King He Dao turned to the side sword technique with strict rules and regular movements, and began to circle around the old monk.
He Dao Wang Xiong's body was bent half-bend, and he was using a sword-fighting posture to move slowly and calmly around the old monks. His arms around him seemed to be brewing with great strength, and his eyes were constantly looking for the six The old monk found a flaw in the formation, and then swung his sword without any explanation!
The light in Wei Tuo's hall was dim, but the long knife was full of autumn water, emitting a bit more cold light than the surroundings. It's no wonder that the old monks praised the knife alone, so the edge of the knife was polished. It has no shoulders and is sharp, shaped like the feathers of a flying goose, but much longer than an ordinary wild goose feather knife. It is indeed an extremely sharp long wild goose wing knife!
This knife originated from the military battle formation. Even after it was introduced into the martial arts, it still has a simple and practical style. The head of the knife is not a sharp point with intersecting arcs like the Yanling knife. Instead, the two corners are cut off, leaving wing-like teeth in the middle for use. The blocking weapon operates like the cry of wild geese, and the commonly seen "gold-ringed sword" is actually a type of wild goose-winged sword, except that the back is drilled with an iron ring.
King He Dao sneered several times, faintly aware that the old monk's words contained a deceptive intention. His bright eyes were unmoved at all. In the blink of an eye, he swung out several more knives, moving fiercely and cruelly. The moves are fast and slow, rising and falling, and the movements are always close to the old monk's vital points. The whistling of wild goose wings is like a strong wind sweeping leaves, and the sound is so loud that it can be heard outside the hall, and the head of the killer is about to roll at any time.
The screams of the wild goose-winged swords were heard outside the hall, and there was another burst of applause. The people in the martial arts world stared at the hall full of excitement: "The wild goose is dead! King He Dao has shown his true skills!"
But on the other side, the old monks who were sitting in formation did not move even half a minute. They were sitting cross-legged like a mountain and waving their hands. However, they pointed out one after another with the index finger of their right hand. The movements of the fingers were sometimes slow and fast, slow and elegant, and fast. As fast as lightning, following the rhythm of the swordsman, every time he touched the point, it was exactly the same as King He Dao's strong attack. For a moment, the sword light flashed and the shadows of fingers flew in Wei Tuo's palace, but no sword could do it. Contribution!
"The Yiyang Finger Kungfu taught by the old monk is really extraordinary..."
The three masters who were watching the battle with bated breath behind them secretly sighed, seeing strange colors in their eyes. You must know that King He Dao's sword skills are a mixture of hundreds of schools of thought, and they can be used at will without following any shape. It would take a lot of effort for ordinary people to figure out the way. Not to mention breaking through the weak point of the sword as soon as it is released, taking the opportunity to stop the critical situation of the sword.
What's more important is that although this fingering technique seems to be from a distance, it can bully those close to you. Every time it is used, it will leave immediately, and it will retreat with one attack. The fingering technique is sharp but not ferocious. Although the monks' hands are in extremely fast movements, their minds are always hidden in the eternal silence. They are just observing the world in all directions with an empty Zen mind, dealing with the disturbance of a particle of dust under their eyes.
The old and undulating voice was still reciting sutras. "Snow Mountain Master's Sacrifice Gatha" almost turned into a tangible body and rushed towards several people one after another. It was faintly using a technique like a lion's roar to subdue several people. Their hearts and minds were shaking their fighting spirit. Only King He Dao became more and more courageous in the face-to-face fight at this time, and the battle with the old monk became fierce.
Faced with the anxious situation of the battle, the swordsman chose to change his offensive again at this time. He chopped, slashed, chopped, and teased like a madman. He pushed, pressed, twisted, and twisted like an evil ghost. With a breath of luck in his chest, he held the sword tightly and followed his heart. As if he were pouring water on him, he would kill them head-on. Even if there was a stubborn rock in the mountain in front of him, he might not be able to survive the whole body with the knife.
"Amitabha, if the donor insists on not giving up, the old monks will have no choice but to point to the sword and use this [Duan Family Sword Technique] to learn your master's tricks..."
The six old monks changed their moves again, and their fingering skills changed from fierce and powerful to powerful and skillful. Their movements in one formation were smooth and flowing, which was dazzling. Even the two fist masters who had just been watching intently could not help but frown at this time. Only the Eight Immortals Swordsmen, as expert swordsmen, can easily discern the secret.
The fingering technique in front of me has indeed evolved from a superb swordsmanship, and the traces of the fingering technique just now have disappeared.
At this time, they were referring to the sword as the old monk himself said. Every offensive and defensive move was within the law. The sword skills were open and closed, just like the endless flow of the Yangtze River and the sea. When facing the enemy, they still remained calm and self-respecting, even in the face of the enemy. The extremely light and elegant sword moves still retain the aura of a king. No matter how rampant He Dao Wang swung his sword, it was just like a drunken man trying to ram into the emperor's chariot, but in vain.
Several people present are martial arts masters, so they can naturally see the strength and weakness of kung fu. At this time, you don't even need to watch the end, the kung fu itself has already been distinguished.
In their eyes, those dazzling movements were only secondary. They felt that even though King He Dao's peerless sword skills were endless, they were more like using swords in vain against the moon shadow of a deep and rippleless ancient pool. After the traces passed, thousands of bright lights dispersed, but everyone knew that when the storm calmed down, the only thing left in the ancient pool would only be the bright moon.
For a moment, three people who were supposed to know very little about Buddhism suddenly understood the reason why King He Dao was trying in vain - the moon was not in his eyes, not in the water, not in the sky, just like the Tathagata was not on this shore, nor on the other shore. , not in the middle...
The Eight Immortals Swordsman was lost in his wild thoughts, and suddenly he heard two fist masters behind him discussing in low voices, what they were talking about was the origin of the martial arts of these monks in Xitan Temple.
"These martial arts are rigorous and rigorous, as if they have been tempered for thousands of times. They are definitely not something that can be cultivated by the villagers in the mountains. Looking at the strength they still have in their attacks, it seems that they may have accumulated no less than thirty years of hard work. What is their origin... …”
"If you and I take action, we don't know how sure we are. Just now they mentioned the 'Duan Family'. Could it be that these monks really found some martial arts classics left by Dali Kingdom and practiced quietly in the temple? But what about Dali Kingdom? Have you ever had such superb martial arts?"
"It's hard to say. "The Records of the Legend of Wuwei Temple" says that Duan Zhengyan, the king of Dali, loved swordsmanship at a young age. He learned from two masters, Liuxuan and Miaocheng, at the age of seven. Master Miaocheng even taught Duan Zhengyan six wonderful techniques, all of which were strange and strange. Maybe the Mu family has found these wonderful techniques and asked them to secretly deduce them with the monks..."
The Eight Immortals Swordsman laughed dumbly. As expected, the two people behind him came to see King He Dao's joke on purpose and had no intention of helping him.
Although he despises the swordsman who looks like a gentleman but is actually ungrateful, he also knows that the monks' actions against King He Dao must have seen that he was the leader of the Pingxi Palace's operation, so he borrowed his "murderous aura" "Too serious" is a matter of fact. Now that the two people's personal grievances are put aside, they should still focus on the overall situation.
The ordinary martial arts people in Prince Pingxi's palace may not know it, but the swordsman knows it clearly in his heart. Although this King He Dao is known as a master of martial arts, his kung fu skills cannot wash away the traces left by the battle on the battlefield, and the human lives he carries on his body. Or at least a few hundred. Coupled with his strong Liaodong accent, it must be inseparable from the powerful Liaodong team where Pingxi King Wu Sangui was born.
The two people behind them were pretty good at boxing and kicking, but unfortunately their vision was not broad enough, and the layout of the city was still far behind. It was a fluke to be able to steal three or four.
However, the Eight Immortals Swordsman understands that not everyone in the world has this vision. After all, his origin is unusual.
He and his junior brother were the former King of Pingxi, Wu Sangui, who defected to Hubei when he was encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Chuang King Li Zicheng. They have the foundation of Wudang kung fu, which represents the power of the Wudang sect in the southwestern region. He became the second master manager of the Prince of Pingxi. As it should be. Jianghu is a small world. How can the people living in it avoid the commonplace?
Nowadays, among the martial arts masters in the Pingxi Palace, the direct swordsman from Liaodong leads the overall situation, followed by the Eight Immortals Swordsman from Wudang, Hubei, and the two reclusive masters from Emei and Qingcheng. Thinking of it, I couldn't help but admire the power of Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi.
At the same time, he also heard that there was a sword master hidden in Prince Pingxi’s palace. That was the ace figure who could truly defeat the others. The strength of Prince Pingxi’s men was probably beyond imagination...
But at this moment, King He Dao, who had been unable to attack for a long time, changed his posture, and the illusion in the eyes of the three people who had different intentions also suddenly changed. They saw a shadow gradually emerging in the empty valley and deep stream, as if there were fish and dragons coming from the bottom of the water. Jumping out of the water, completely shattering this calm swamp, and then swallowing all the water of Moon Shadow Pond, duckweed and algae!
The three masters suddenly woke up, and then realized that it was He Dao Wang who stepped on the ground and suddenly raised his sword. He drew the sword towards the old monk who had crossed his legs and entered meditation. The wild goose-winged sword was raised against the ground, ready to cut the old monks into two pieces at any time. !
This move is too cruel. You must know that the spontaneous force rises from the ground and turns into full strength, and the strength of the whole body also rises from bottom to top. The six old monks always maintain a cross-legged posture. Although the upper limbs can be transformed into three heads and six arms, the lower limbs are not. After all, it will be difficult to move freely, and if you stay for a long time, you will suffer losses.
When King He Dao was obviously inferior to his opponent in martial arts, he decisively chose to avoid his sharp edge and attack him to save him. In this way, even if the old monks tried to resist with their old tricks, their strength would have to be a little weaker than usual. In addition, How could he withstand this onslaught, whether he was calculated mentally or not?
Seeing this, the swordsman couldn't help but secretly sigh. King He Dao was really good at martial arts. He could come up with such a strange move to turn defeat into victory. He was indeed a powerful man who had practiced martial arts by licking blood from the edge of his sword.
When the victory was in hand, the swordsman's alarm suddenly rang loudly. He thought of the knife master he met by chance on the roadside the day before yesterday. His movements were also traceless. At first glance, he would think that the opponent was only successful in one and a half moves, but he couldn't. After the storm, I thought about it carefully and realized that it was far worse, and the fear in my heart became stronger and stronger.
"Hurry up, you are no match for them!"
King He Dao shouted and used his strength again. He moved forward with his sword and was about to cut the nearest old monk in two. However, he suddenly saw six old monks stretching out their fingers in unison and pointing towards his location. Jun's sword had already risen from the ground. How could he withstand the blade with the length of his arm? It was even less possible for him to hold the sword with his sparse posture. It was obvious that he was clumsy in dealing with it.
But the posture pointed out by this finger is [Duan Family Sword Technique] in the eyes of the Eight Immortals Swordsman, and [Yiyang Finger Technique] in the eyes of the boxing master. Obviously, the martial arts moves have been blurred to the extreme, and only one picture remains. The splash-ink landscape is similar to the landscape, with a few horizontal strokes leaning vertically and horizontally, and the figures faintly appearing in the misty rain.
But in the eyes of King He Dao, this pointing point carries the majesty of the sword. His movements are not pointing at the sword, and it is quite earth-shattering and stormy. He turns to face the light of his own sword, and he Although the sword is in hand, after many years away from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, I once again feel the coldness of becoming a dead soul under the sword! ! !
The door in the middle of Wei Tuo Hall opened suddenly, and a majestic and majestic figure flew out across the sky, with bright blood splashing first, and then the figure landed on the ground and shook the soil.
A wild goose-winged sword was thrown far away, and finally it was stuck on the ground, revealing traces of disintegration and fragmentation on the blade. Obviously, if he had not returned the sword to protect himself, the current He Dao King would not only be He fell to the ground, vomited blood, and could not lie down for a long time!
"Amitabha. If the old monk can use the [Six Meridians Divine Sword], the donor will be proud of himself in the world..."
A faint old voice came out from Wei Tuo's hall. The god-man and Bodhisattva were still watching all living beings, but the door was closed again for some reason. Only the martial arts people outside the hall were left in silence, and the lay people said "Snow Mountain Master sacrificed his life" among them. The intermittent chanting of "Gatha"...
(End of chapter)
