Zou Zi, the chief disciple of the Yin Yang family who traveled thousands of miles to serve as the rebel emperor of the Dafeng Dynasty, just two people held down his left and right shoulders, unable to move.
"It's true that Jingfang is not good, but you Kagakuzi are not necessarily that powerful."
Taoist Master Lotus Crown squeezed his shoulders hard, "Yes, I remember that before I joined the Taoist sect, you seemed to be the master of Yunwu Cave. According to seniority, I have to call you uncle."
"Uncle, uncle, tell me, you, the majestic first disciple of Zou Zi, a true giant of the Yin and Yang family, but you do something to a young Chun Guan. This is a big deal. What's more, you are actually a big man. Born from the same roots, why rush each other?"
Just as Pujiezi was about to speak, Master Lianhuaguan slapped him across the face, causing his mouth to bleed on the spot.
Seeing that the muscles on his face were still twitching slightly, Gui Liu felt a dull pain.
Lotus Crown Taoist's palms were red, he shook his sleeves, and said expressionlessly: "Did I ask you to speak?"
"It is a private matter to kill me, Chunguan, and betray my master. It is a public matter for the Prime Minister to join the rebels and want to encroach on the orthodox royal family. This rare meeting in a century should be ended together."
The female Imperial Master released her hands on her shoulders, looked up at the sky, and sneered: "Hey, there is another person who is not afraid of death."
Hearing this, Pu Jiezi raised his head suddenly, panicked, and angrily shouted: "Jingfang, leave quickly!"
"late."
The female Imperial Master narrowed her eyes and was about to unsheath her sword, but Master Lotus Crown reached out to stop her.
"An eighth-level monk is not worthy of letting the emperor wield a sword."
After the words of the Lotus Crown Taoist fell, a towering Dharma image suddenly stood between heaven and earth. The dazzling lotus crown alone was as tall as a mountain. The snow-white robe looks like a river flowing down the river. The breeze blew, and there was even more hunting noise, so the entire Dafeng Dynasty could hear the sound of rumbling thunder.
Jing Fang instantly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Didn't it mean that the Lord of the Lotus Cave was only in the early stage of the Eighth Realm? What's going on with this ten thousand-foot dharma appearance that is comparable to that of a great monk in the Nine Realms?
The female imperial master held her sword in both hands and said calmly: "Pu Jiezi, you think that you are the most talented in the world and that you can be ranked among the top three. A hundred-year-old monk is within your reach. So in order to become the fastest monk in history to reach the ninth level, you even hesitate to Destroy your own road and take refuge in the shortcut. If I tell you, in this courtyard alone, except for me, your descendants, and his spring official, it will not take a hundred years to become a great monk. And a hundred years later, it is very likely to achieve the Nine Realms , and it’s the kind where the avenue leads straight to the sky, what do you think?”
The old man sneered and said: "I do believe that Wuchen can quickly reach the ninth realm. But this prince has accumulated too many troubles. There are many bigwigs behind the scenes who want to kill him. I might as well tell you that once he reaches the rank of great monk If he is in this situation, he will inevitably be killed, and neither you nor the queen can save him."
"We'll talk about what happens next." Zhang Jiqi looked indifferent and slowly unsheathed his sword, "It's such a pity that I can only kill one of your Pujiezi clones."
The old man in front of me is not his true body, but just a clone? Gui Liu was a little stunned. The leader of the Yin Yang family could repel a seventh-grade puppet with just one clone. Could it be that he was a great cultivator of the eighth-grade Dzogchen?
But Zhang Jiqi's next words shocked Gui Liu, as if the world he had built in his mind suddenly collapsed and shattered.
"Kajiazi, I'm actually very curious. Will killing one of your clones make you fall back to the eighth realm?"
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
Guiliu finally couldn't sit still anymore and asked: "Isn't Zhao Bingnie the first great monk to reach the ninth level in hundreds of years?"
The female Imperial Master ignored him and held the sword in her right hand, preparing to execute the restrained and detained leader of the Yin Yang family on the spot.
Gui Liu suddenly looked up and saw a dark vortex slowly appearing in the sky above the female imperial master. In the center of the vortex, a mustard seed of light suddenly flashed, and then the originally overwhelming sword energy rolled down from it, like a waterfall from the sky!
The female imperial master spoke slowly at this time and answered Gui Liu's question: "In the past thousand years, the fastest one to become a great monk in the ninth realm is me, then Pu Jiezi, then Zhao Huaiyu, and finally Zhao Bingnie. This is me Junior brother, the speed of breaking through the realm is not very high, but he is able to reach the ninth realm by himself without the help of external objects. It should be noted that for thousands of years, he is the only pure monk of the ninth realm. So what you just said is generally meaningless. Wrong, just not quite accurate.”
The white-haired old man took over the conversation and sarcastically said: "How jealous of talented people!"
"shut up!"
The female imperial master was furious and dragged the waterfall down, vowing to completely kill the clone of Zou Zi's chief disciple.
Guiliu hurriedly took the white-haired puppet out of the confinement, and the Spring Official robe appeared, with pure Tao Qi protecting him within a few feet of his body.
The "Heavenly Waterfall" that the Nine Realm Great Monk dragged down was even more shocking than the legend of the sword spreading across the Sixteen States, because that was a legend recorded in ancient books. But at this moment, the "Heaven Waterfall" is right in front of us. Geiliu had no doubt that if this heavenly waterfall fell on the battlefield, tens of thousands of people would be killed in an instant and many more would be maimed.
In the sky, Taoist Lotus Crown knocked back Jingfang with one Taoist spell, and then rushed back to Guiliu in an instant.
Then with a serious look on his face, he lightly tapped the lotus crown with his fingers, isolating the female Imperial Master and Pu Jiezi in a small world.
Are you kidding me? If this "heavenly waterfall" really fell down, wouldn't the entire Yicheng city be leveled? Zhao Bingnie is dead, and he was not killed by Pujiezi. You, Zhang Jiqi, are too impulsive!
Guiliu even heard the curse words from the Lotus Crown Taoist in front of him, "Damn it, I'll wipe your ass and I'll fall into disgrace."
The sound of Sanskrit sounds suddenly rang out between the heaven and the earth, and then Hong Zhong Da Lu suddenly rose up, softly and softly, as if listening to fairy music, and the ears were temporarily bright, as if he was in a Buddhist prayer meeting.
Guiliu was in a trance for a while, and when he came to his senses for a long time, he found that he had sat down cross-legged.
In front of him was an old monk sitting in meditation with his head bowed.
Just as Guiliu was about to speak, the old monk whispered "Amitabha" and then slowly raised his head.
Guiliu saw his face clearly and felt horrified for a moment. This old monk turned out to be blind, and his empty eyes were like a bottomless black abyss.
“Donor, why don’t you get up and take a walk?”
The old monk stood up first, put his hands together and bowed slightly.
Guiliu hesitated, stood up, and asked, "Where is this? Did you bring me here?"
"This is a high mountain far away from the human world. Since the donor was extradited by Xianle, he is a destined person. There is a temple in front of you, and the Bodhisattva has been waiting for you for a long time."
The old monk turned around and led the way. He had already walked out a few steps, but Gui Liu stood there, motionless.
The monk turned his head in confusion, "Why can't the donor do it?"
Guiliu said nothing, and the Zhuxian Sword appeared out of thin air, holding it in his hand.
Are you really deceiving me like a fool? If I were really destined, you would not extradite me sooner or later, but you must extradite me just in time for the massacre of Pujiezi?
"I want to go back and cut this world apart for me!"
As soon as the words fell, the Zhuxian Sword in Guiliu's hand disappeared, and it was suddenly filled with mighty pressure. A tiny golden thread passed through, but the world was safe and sound.
The old monk smiled kindly and said: "The donor has been stained with blood and is prone to disaster. It is true that he has to walk on thin ice when dealing with the world. However, in this pure land of Bodhisattvas, you can put down your guard and accept the cleansing water of the Canglang."
Guiliu was shocked and doubtful, could the world in front of him be real?
The old monk stretched out a hand and said, "Even if it's fake, why not try to take a few steps? In the worst case, we'll just go back."
Guiliu took a step forward, safe and sound.
But what made him really let down his guard was the magical power of his eyes as a spring official, which could see through any illusion.
Guiliu said: "You can lead the way."
The old monk smiled and said, "When the donor sees any karma, there is no need to avoid it, just face it boldly. Only after going through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties can you see the true Bodhisattva."
Gui Liu nodded, calmly, and said softly: "The road is long and difficult, but it will be over soon."
The old monk sang Amitabha in a low voice and suddenly took a big step.
Guiliu followed closely and took a step forward, and the scenery in front of him changed drastically in an instant.
Beside the water rippled by the wind, there was a woman sitting dignifiedly. For some reason, she was wearing a dragon robe and was dressed like an emperor.
When Guiliu looked at her, she turned around, her bright autumn eyes looking up at him quietly.
Guiliu didn't understand what he meant, so he followed the old monk and took the second step.
The scene changed dramatically again. This time, Geiliu found himself in a courtyard with corpses everywhere. A man in a bright red robe sat casually on a corpse and waved a fan leisurely, holding a glaring head in his other hand.
Guiliu recognized this man who was still looking forward to his death, and he was Yao Tiao, the boxing immortal in white.
Even though he was touched, but remembering the old monk's warning just now, Guiliu closed his eyes, stepped on his head, and passed straight through the man in the bright red robe.
This time, Guiliu opened his eyes and saw a familiar scene.
It is the classical and antique Prince's East Palace, where most of the time is spent in comfort, enjoyment, and extravagant debauchery.
The sun was shining brightly at this time, the bead curtain was blown by the breeze, and the sound was clear and sweet.
Quietly, a charming laughter suddenly sounded, and Gui Liu immediately recognized it as Taozhi's voice.
Following the sound, Gui Liu suddenly paused on the spot, with an unprecedented shy look on his face.
The loose nightgown covered his body and was unbuttoned, and the man's fair upper body was clearly visible.
He was lying on the bed, squinting his eyes and enjoying the beating of the golden gardenia behind him, the feeding of dates by Qiu Li, the beating of Qingxue's legs, and the soft, waxy and sweet peach branches in his arms.
Isn't this Wangyou Heavenly Man in front of me the same person as myself?
But I have never been so dissolute, I don't remember it at all.
This is also the only picture that Gei Liu can understand.
If you really want these maids to live a good life, you shouldn't get too close to them, let alone let them all like you. If we just treat them as ordinary maids, we will not bring them hardship and disaster.
It takes so much affection for four women to willingly serve one man, so there was the subsequent siege of Frost Flower City, the loss of life in the Battle of Fanke Mountain, and so on.
The misfortunes of the four people were all due to one person, Geiliu. Because of this, the sins were too deep and the karma was too heavy, which seriously hindered the attainment of enlightenment, so this picture appeared.
A voice sounded like an alarm bell in Guiliu's heart, "Donor, please don't sink, and move forward."
"miss you guys."
Gui Liu whispered softly, passing between them.
The scene was torn apart like a piece of silk, and the golden light burst out in an instant, which was extremely dazzling.
The old monk disappeared.
The light was too dazzling. Guiliu raised his arms to block his eyes, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.
It’s that familiar divinity.
finally come.
It turns out that Geliu had expected her to appear.
Slowly lowering the arm that was blocking his eyes, he saw a face blurred by tears.
The woman who was honored as the co-master of the Shinto had a pair of bright red eyes, as faint as the eyes of a spring, and she looked at him from a distance without saying a word.
Guiliu looked at her blankly, then realized it and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
Do you think I don’t know this is the Yin Yang family’s secret method?
Do you think I don’t know that this is the dojo of the Bone Bodhisattva?
Do you think I don't know this is a trap?
I know, I know it all.
But I just want to see you.
