"The scenery is beautiful on a sunny day, the red flowers are green grass. I smile and run forward, walking all over the green mountains before I get old..."
Accompanied by a burst of melodious singing with an old tone but full of innocent innocence, an old monk wearing a white Vairocana hat and white wide-sleeved monk's robes, holding a five-foot chain tin staff in his right hand and a string of red sandalwood rosary beads in his left hand, stepped in the air with his bare feet. Xu, walking as fast as flying among the green mountains and green waters, showing a carefree attitude.
"Old abbot, the wind is refreshing!"
Suddenly, a young monk, who was also dressed in white but was as handsome as jade, caught up from behind and praised with a smile.
The old monk swept hundreds of feet without stopping, but when he spoke, he was always full of energy and his tone was soothing: "Ha, I would do this morning exercise when I have nothing to do. It is of great benefit to my practice."
The smile on the young monk's face did not diminish, but there was a glimmer of coldness in his eyes, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows became increasingly red. When he was about to speak again, another melodious song suddenly came from behind him.
"If heaven does not love wine, the wine stars are not in the sky. If the earth does not love wine, there should be no fountains of wine. Heaven and earth love wine, and if you love wine, you are worthy of heaven. I have heard that it is clearer than the sage, and the Tao is as turbid as the sage. The sage has drunk it , why ask for gods. Three cups will lead to the great road, and one fight will be natural. But if you get the pleasure from wine, don’t pass it on to those who are sober."
The two monks, an old man and a young man, turned around together, only to see a young Taoist priest with a light body and green clothes staggering over drunkenly. From time to time, he would bring a small gourd to his mouth that exuded the fragrant aroma of wine from a long distance away. While drinking wine.
The Taoist walked staggeringly, but he was not satisfied with the speed at all. In a blink of an eye, he came to the two monks, put away the gourd and saluted with a smile: "Immortal Blessed God, this poor Taoist bows his head."
When the two monks saw that this Taoist was an extraordinary person, they did not dare to neglect him at that time. They hurriedly clasped their hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha, the poor monk returned the favor."
The face of the Taoist reunited like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was full of warm and friendly smiles, and he reported his family background: "I am a poor Taoist, Hu Long, and his Taoist name is 'Taipuzi'. I wonder how I call these two Zen masters?"
The old monk laughed and said: "I don't dare, the old monk knows the appearance of the master."
"Zhixiang, hey, it's the true form of a spider!"
The young monk sneered in his heart, but when he faced the Taoist, his expression was a bit solemn, far less free and easy than when he faced the old monk just now, and his answers were concise and to the point.
"The poor monk Fahai."
"Sure enough, these are destined enemies!" Hu Yuan was very amused and had some bad taste in his heart. "Since you have met me, I would like to show kindness and resolve the fate of each of you."
This thought flashed through his mind, and he smiled at the old monk and said: "The old abbot has a man's eyebrows like snow but a face like a boy's. His steps are like flying and his breathing is still calm and calm. It is obvious that his cultivation has reached its peak. May I ask how many years he has been practicing? "
The look on Fahai's face froze - this seemed to be what I was about to say but didn't say.
The acquaintance was greatly appreciated by Hu Long's compliments, and he replied calmly: "I'm ashamed. I have been practicing hard for more than two hundred years before I finally achieved this merit. I wonder how many years have you been practicing, little Taoist priest?"
Hu Long put on a humble attitude: "Although I have been practicing cultivation for some days, I have only wasted my life. How can you compare with the old abbot who can steal the sky and pretend to be a fool? I can tell at a glance that you are not a human being!"
The last sentence was a stern shout.
Zhixiang and Fahai changed colors at the same time, but the reasons were different.
Hu Long's figure flashed and blocked Zhixiang's path. His round face was filled with a look of solemnity: "Bold evildoer, I want you to show your true colors today!"
Immediately, he formed a sword formula with the two index fingers of his right hand, condensed Qi in the palm of his left hand to draw a talisman, and muttered words: "When the jade clears and becomes green, the true talisman declares an alliance. Pushing the two qi, mixing one becomes true. The dense changes, the rapid electric roar Ting. Arrive as soon as you hear the call, send out your Yang voice quickly!"
In a moment, the talisman was completed. He turned his left hand and looked into the sky. Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded above the head of the Prime Minister.
This is the most powerful and upright Taoist thunder method, the "Five Thunder Methods of Shenxiao", which is known as the nemesis of all evil spirits. It was originally the special skill of Lin Lingsu, the master of "Shenxiao Taoism" in the previous world that Hu Long experienced.
Hu Long and Lin Lingsu fought in the palace and burned them into ashes with the "Burning Sky Dragon". The only thing left was a "Five Thunder Jade Book" whose material itself was also extraordinary.
He has been involved in research for many years after getting this trophy, and his achievements have far surpassed those of Lin Lingsu back then. If he casts a "Shenxiao Thunder" with all his strength at this moment, he is guaranteed to kill Zhixiang both physically and mentally. .
But Hu Long fired a blank cannon just for acting. Although the sound and light effects seemed to be first-class, the power was nothing compared to the genuine "Shenxiao Tianlei".
Even so, the Zhixiang was just a spider spirit that could barely transform into a human form after practicing for two hundred years. He couldn't bear the aftertaste of "Shenxiao Thunder". At that time, he was shaken by the thunder above his head and his whole body was scattered into a ball. White smoke suddenly penetrated into the tin staff he was holding in his hand.
This tin staff was also considered a treasure. At that time, under the command of the wise minister who escaped from it, electricity shot out from the slanting thorn, and in an instant it was submerged in a dense forest of wild grass.
Hu Long sneered: "Can you leave?"
He raised his left hand into the sky, and eight three-foot long swords flew out from the jade gourd hanging on his wrist.
In the previous world, Hu Long harvested the iron chain refined by True Lord Xu Xun to lock the sleepy dragon. Although it had been chewed to pieces by the "Element-eating Camel Dragon" that eats everything, its material was made of Samadhi. The golden iron mother tempered by real fire is itself a rare treasure.
He remanufactured the broken iron chain, added many natural materials and earthly treasures that he had accumulated over several generations and stored in the jade gourd, and finally made this piece specially designed to match the "Eight Scenery Sword Techniques of Xuandu" that had been deduced and changed several times. The eight swords made are collectively called "Eight Views".
The Eight Views Sword flew through the air, as fast as lightning. It only took a flash to catch up with the flying tin staff, and fell in a circle, trapping the tin staff.
The tin staff rushed left and right in the sword circle, but it seemed like there were copper and iron walls everywhere. Although the collision caused sparks and energy fluctuations, it was difficult to get past the thunder pool.
Hu Yun flew forward and rushed forward, not forgetting to say hello to Fahai who was already dumbfounded and was asking "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "What am I doing?" His soul was asking him three questions: " Zen Master, wait a moment, I’ll take care of this evildoer first!”
He rode the wind and flew over the tin staff trapped by the Eight Views Sword formation, and a palm-sized black temple appeared out of thin air in his left hand.
The wise wailing came from the tin staff: "Sir, the little demon worships at the foot of the Golden Buddha of Fulingtai Temple. He has absorbed the Buddha's shadow for a long time and developed a peaceful temperament. He has never hurt any living being in his life. Please spare my life!"
Hu Long made a face of stubbornness and contempt, and muttered: "A demon is a demon. How can such sweet words confuse a poor man? Stop it!"
With the word "receive" coming out of his mouth, the "Prisoner Dragon Palace" he held in his palm suddenly had a huge absorption force, and he took the tin staff into the palace together with the acquaintance hidden in it.
This treasure, which also came from the hands of Zhenjun Xu Xun, was received by Hu Long in good condition. After being re-sacrificially refined, it became a powerful magic weapon for capturing and suppressing.
Hu Yuan first put away the "Eight Scenery Sword", and still holding the "Prisoner Dragon Palace" in his hand, he returned to Fa Hai, whose expression was constantly changing. He cupped his hands and said, "I was just a poor Taoist who was eager to conquer demons. I have been slow to treat Zen Master for a while. Please forgive me."
Fa Hai hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Conquering demons and eliminating them is the first priority. This is what seniors should do."
He changed his name to "Senior" by calling Hu Long, but he had already seen through Hu Long's youthful appearance with a pair of discerning eyes, and showed some vague strength, in order to get rid of the suffocating feeling of being taken advantage of by this man just now.
Hu Yuan waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not take this title. The Zen master has already broken through reincarnation. He has accumulated merits in ten lifetimes and realized the fruit of the unity of Buddha and me. How can a poor man dare to be arrogant at his mere age?"
His words also pointed out the other party's level of Dharma cultivation, implying that everyone was fighting against each other and regaining the upper hand.
Fa Hai was speechless for a moment, and in the end he only took a deep look at Hu Long, clasped his palms together and said, "Goodbye, poor monk!"
After saying that, he turned around and drifted away.
Hu Long looked at his retreating figure and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Misfortune lies on the back of blessings, and misfortune lies on the back of blessings. The poor Taoist may have eliminated one of the inner demons on your path to spiritual practice, but it has also shortened your journey." The process of refining the heart through demonic obstacles. Whether it is gratitude or resentment, calamity or fate, it just depends on how you think about it."
Then he raised the middle finger of his right hand, tapped the "Prisoner Dragon Palace" on his left hand and said with a smile: "Little spider, the same goes for you. Although the poor Taoist has preserved your centuries-old Taoism, he also owes you a huge favor, but Are you ready to work like a cow to repay the favor?"
