On the mist-shrouded mountain cliff, the old abbot was sitting anywhere, placing his Zen staff across his knees, lightly pinching a strand of white beard, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, you cut off the purple energy with one knife, I can guess some of your thoughts. ”
Guiliu smiled and said, "Abbott, please speak."
Then the old abbot made a strange move, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky.
He smiled and asked, "Is this the day?"
Guiliu smiled and shook his head, "Not entirely."
The old abbot smiled knowingly, pointed his finger at the ground this time, and said, "Is this the place?"
Guiliu shook his head again, his smile getting brighter, "Not entirely."
The old abbot felt extremely happy for no reason. His eyes were wrinkled with laughter. He pointed at the young man in front of him and cursed with a smile: "You little kid, your heart is higher than the sky. With your state of mind, you are still here. What are you doing in this world? Get out of here and fight with those immortals."
Guiliu subconsciously looked up at the sky. Since the place was covered with clouds and mist, it must have been the highest peak in the world. He opened his mouth and smashed it, but he still couldn't say that sentence.
The old abbot penetrated his mind at a glance, "What? You don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the gods? Didn't you speak loudly just now? Are you afraid of something big?"
Guiliu curled her lips like a poor aggrieved daughter-in-law, "What you said is really hurtful. Your Dharma is boundless, and I am just a fourth-level martial artist. How can this be the same?"
The old abbot narrowed his eyes and smiled, "A fourth-level martial artist in Nirvana, and possessing half of Fanke Mountain's luck, this is a tough guy. One punch can't kill a martial artist of the same level, but two punches are enough."
Guiliu said: "I didn't practice martial arts properly when I was a child, and I also liked to delve into heresy, which caused many diseases in my body. After I was injured in the chest, many hidden diseases began to worsen. After using the emperor's luck for the last time, I found that my body seemed to be ventilated everywhere. In just a few days, my house had fallen from the early stage of the Fourth Stage to the pseudo-realm. From that time on, I knew that my body could no longer make up for it. In three years at the latest, I would become a cripple full of diseases. "
The old abbot said: "I have taken Taoist golden elixir before, and an expert gave me a body of fire luck protection. If you had not received these two great gifts, you would not have survived Mount Fanke."
Guiliu blinked and asked curiously: "Are those fire luck gifts so powerful?"
The old abbot glanced at him and said, "What do you think? You kid really dares to eat it. The effect of that golden elixir is as strong as a scourge, and ordinary Qi warriors in the seventh realm dare not eat it. I found you when I was helping you reshape your flesh and blood. The meridians all over your body have traces of serious injuries. If it weren't for those few fire lucks that helped weaken most of your true energy, your life would have been long gone."
"So awesome..."
Guiliu rubbed his face fiercely, thinking deeply. He always thought that Hu Meizi was just a weak woman with no power to bind a chicken, but he didn't expect that she had such magical powers.
Tsk tsk, now I have found a treasure.
He redeemed her as soon as he got home. Even if she didn't want to, he would just ask a bully to string up his bow and carry her back.
The old abbot smiled knowingly, and based on his experience of knowing people after several lifetimes, he knew that this young man was thinking about women.
At the door of the inn, a red lantern swayed, and the blood on the two heads on the stone lion had dried up. A carriage slowly approached, and someone lifted the curtain, revealing a middle-aged man with gray hair.
Yao Tiao, the twelfth in the world, and Xie Guanzhao, the seventeenth in the world, two top martial arts masters, bowed to him and saluted.
How many people in the world can afford this prayer?
The censor of Jiangnan Road with gold seal and purple ribbon, a national master in the Nineteen Roads.
In the past, I visited the Dafeng Dynasty and was personally received by His Majesty the Emperor outside the city.
He participated in the debates between kings and hegemons held jointly by the two dynasties a total of ninety times without losing a single time.
The meandering water flows into the wine cup, the eight-pointed rhyme is formed, and the poems and poems flutter like an immortal riding the wind.
"Twenty Strategies for Governing the Country" was written on a few scraps of silk, which shocked both dynasties.
He advocates "ruling the country by hegemony", angrily criticizes the famous Confucian article "The First Month of the Spring King", and is extremely opposed to the ideas of "ruling the country by kingship" and "great unification".
Green Belt City attracts immortals from heaven to come to the world.
The killers Chen Luyao and Jin Zhi have been hiding with the prince for more than ten years.
Arrange for martial arts master Xie She and a group of elite dead soldiers to conduct an ambush in Xinghua Town.
Qingqian City set up a trap and the prince was almost beaten to death by a drunkard.
The mastermind behind the great rebellion that year.
This middle-aged man who wanted to kill the prince even at the cost of his son's death, was the benefactor of Jiangnan Road to his parents, a general who secretly held more than ten thousand soldiers, and a high-ranking official above ten thousand people in the temple. He was praised personally by the emperor as an honest official who was "upright and clean".
It could make Zhuang Tianji, the prime minister of the current dynasty, sigh and say: "Beautiful posthumous title, eternal literary integrity, in addition to the gold seal and purple ribbon, he should be the chief assistant."
Only Wu Peixian.
He glanced at the two martial arts masters, put a hand on Xie Guanzhao's shoulder without any warning, and said calmly: "Did you kill her?"
Xie Guanzhao, with a ghost-like face and a hoarse voice, only said two simple words, "Kill"
Wu Peixian smiled slightly. He had already guessed this result because of his extremely strong mental and chess skills. He just needed to confirm it.
"Just kill him."
After saying this lightly, he crossed the threshold and walked in.
He looked up and saw Mount Fanke in the distance, covered with clouds and fog all year round. As if seeing the white-haired figure, he sneered and said, "This time, your mother can't save you either."
Walking on the Qingyun Ladder, Gui Liu frowned slightly, as if feeling something in his heart, he turned around and looked somewhere.
A huge oriole bird flew by.
"What are you looking at?" the old abbot said with a smile.
Guiliu turned his head and said with emotion: "Fanke Mountain is indeed a blessed place. It is full of spiritual energy. Even the oriole can grow as big as that. It would be great if the oriole in the palace could be that big. Standing on the scorching peach tree, it looks like the phoenix in the scroll. It’s such a beautiful scenery with the parasol trees perched on it.”
The old abbot nodded and said: "Autumn rain withered lotuses, moonless sycamores, spring grass and horseshoes, orioles on flowers, clear stream pebbles, solitary smoke in the desert, sunset over the long river, and the waning moon in Gongcheng. These are all perfect combinations made in heaven. They will be unforgettable once you see them. Lifelong. Even if you get used to it after seeing it too much, you will never forget the feeling you get from just a small taste. It will only become more and more enjoyable, rippling softly deep in your heart."
Guiliu nodded and praised from the bottom of his heart: "The old abbot is really an elegant old god."
After climbing down the Qingyun Ladder, Guiliu was still covered in mist and her hair was wet. After parting with the old abbot, he walked to Linxi thatched cottage. Far away, he saw a worried Wang Sizhi by the stream. Looking back, he saw the three Yingying Yanyan standing at the door of the thatched cottage. The four of them had been there all along. Wait for yourself.
Wang Sizhi also saw the figure of the immortal with clouds and mist on his body. He stared blankly at him approaching, and his eyes turned red for some reason.
Her eyes were full of tears, as clear as autumn water, and Gui Liu could even see himself in her eyes.
He knew how much she had suffered and how scared she had been while he was gone. He sat down next to her, bumped her gently with his shoulder, held her cool little hand, and said nothing.
She didn't speak either, and leaned her head on his shoulder, as if a frightened woman had returned to her gentle heart, finally able to shed her sensitivity and fatigue and take a good rest.
On the way down the mountain, the old abbot had a conversation with Gui Liu.
It turns out that Guiliu absorbing half of the fortune of the blessed land was the secret work of the old abbot of Fanke Mountain. To be precise, it was a huge deal between Fanke Mountain and the Dajing Dynasty.
The Dajing Dynasty canonized Fanke Mountain as the imperial orthodoxy, and reduced the dynasty's national luck to nourish the entire Fanke Mountain blessed land, making it the crown of Buddhist blessed lands, so that the spiritual energy can nourish the physical Buddha.
To a certain extent, the path taken by this old abbot who has achieved great immortality is to cut down the world and grow his own body.
Over the years, he has absorbed the blessings of national luck, which is enough to allow a monk who has perfected the Sixth Realm to forcibly become a Great Monk of the Seventh Realm.
It can be seen how high the price paid by the Dajing Dynasty was.
The price was so huge, and all that was exchanged was that the old abbot would gift some luck, but the specific percentage was not agreed upon by both parties.
Even 10% is given, and even 50% is given.
It depends on how much this prince is worth betting on.
The Empress and the Imperial Master had countless deductions, and finally the two sides concluded that at most, the prince could be gifted with 40% of his Buddhist luck.
Therefore, gifting a full half of Buddhist luck is a huge accident and shocking surprise.
At the time of separation, the old abbot revealed the secret and said something to Guiliu that is worth pondering.
"Your mother and your father have prepared a big game of chess for you. And I am just a pawn in this game."
And the secret of why Geliu can affect the fate of Buddhism with the voice of the heart lies in the nine-petal golden lotus that needs to be carefully carved.
As long as they are all carved out, the vision of heaven and earth will come.
However, the old abbot did not expect that the mighty purple energy would come so quickly. A small golden lotus becomes more and more difficult to carve out as you go further back. You must get rid of distracting thoughts, be quiet in your heart, and have no desires or desires before you can carve out each stroke.
What may take ordinary people several years to complete, he gave an estimate of several months, but in the end, this young man completed it in half a month.
It's like the martial arts realm is thousands of miles fast.
So while he was shocked, he was even more relieved, even though he had not misjudged the person.
Facing the chaotic times that will come thirty-four years later, the giant of the Yin and Yang family once said: "In the era of the end of the Dharma, everyone should punish them."
So the old abbot of Mount Fanke, an elegant immortal who could say "Bitter lotus in the autumn rain, sycamores in the autumn moon", cursed for the first time in an unprecedented manner, "Everyone should punish your mother."
He married half of the fortune of the blessed land to him, largely out of selfish motives. Help him achieve nirvana and pave his future in martial arts and cultivation, because he firmly believes that even if the Age of Ending Dharma finally arrives 10,000 years after the Buddha's death, there will be people who will support him and be the backbone between heaven and earth. Create a way to peace in troubled times. We must save the sky from the conflict, save the earth from the water and fire, and even more, we must save all living things.
Since there is a "karma" order, this person can only be the one who caused the end of the Dharma era to arrive two hundred years earlier.
Earlier, an old abbot pointed to the sky and the ground, and a young man with white hair said, "Not entirely," and then "Not entirely, either."
This is true.
The old abbot of Fanke Mountain bets on the prince of the Dajing Dynasty.
Dafeng Guoshi bet on Li Minghao.
The giant of the Yin and Yang family bet on Wu Peixian.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
The three worlds are already in turmoil.
