"Brother Tan did not disappoint me! The longing and memory of my long-standing friendship moved my heart even more. Now I just want to take a good look at your feelings, old friend!" Bian Hao, who has always been a bit low-key, seems to be at this moment. Some spirits were lifted.
Both of them were wearing clothes and hair, and their beards and beards were flying. Originally, within the aura sealed by the two people, there was an arc-shaped atmospheric cover of nearly three feet, which completely surrounded the two people. All time here seemed to have stopped.
At this moment, within the aura of the two people, it was like a completely different world. However, the two of them were like ordinary people, enjoying the feeling of ordinary warriors. Driven by the powerful agitation, their entire bodies underwent obvious changes, and the fastest-changing thing was naturally their robes.
Until this moment, the two of them had no intention of taking action. Instead, they were constantly stimulating and strengthening the dispersion of Qi throughout their bodies. This is completely the external feeling of the body being full of true energy. For masters at their level, the true energy in the body can communicate with the outside world through the whole body, constantly replenishing the energy in the body, and there is a continuous feeling.
Even though Yang Jiong had already moved his hand in front, he had no intention of taking action. Both of them knew that without the Qi shield formed by the two people, everything around them would be destroyed by the powerful Qi of the two people. Masters who have reached this level can completely skip the complicated moves. Just the energy emitted from the body can kill someone. It's really either you don't take action, if you take action it may mean victory or defeat or life or death.
Two peerless masters who are both on the "Celebrity Qiyi List", and they are both ranked one after the other, seem destined to have a choice. At this moment, Fang truly showed the magnanimity that a top master should have, which was no longer something ordinary warriors could carry.
Because the world is like this, in the eyes of the world, these two people are destined to fight, but there has never been any news of the two people facing each other, and I have not even heard any mention of it by either of them.
One is a legend that was all-powerful in the Tang and Chu lands. The common people respected the Bian Bodhisattva that was spread through their mouths. One is a powerful man who hides in Lingnan and influences a separatist force. He is also the only descendant of the legendary Iron Spear King.
I don’t know how many people in the world are looking forward to it, hoping to see the excitement of this battle. This is the mentality of the world. However, Yang Jiong changed his name and became unknown in Lingnan, while Bian Hao rose and fell in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty.
Since the power struggle in Lingnan, Yang Jiong seemed to be invisible and became a legend in Lingnan after the great ancestor Liu Yan and the tyrant Pan Chongche. The popular Bian Hao was first defeated by Pan Chongche, and then by Chu Di. Later, he was dismissed several times by the Southern Tang Dynasty. However, because of his strong reputation in the world, the Tang Dynasty never dared to do anything too much to Bian Hao. punishment.
Many people think that Bian Hao is actually inferior to Yang Jiong, but no one has seen Yang Jiong's current methods, so everyone is looking forward to a battle between the two. Ordinary high-roller knights in the arena can only turn two people into legends in their lives. It is expected that the duel between the two people will be earth-shattering, but who can see this battle!
Now there is only one person in Biancheng.
No one expected that the two people would meet like this. Except for Bian Cheng, the servant who had been following Bian Hao, the injured had already been sealed into their sleeping holes by Bian Hao. Even the border town had no ability to act independently at this moment, and could only watch blankly as the two people left the big camphor tree and flew over the hillside where the battle had just taken place.
The tornado flow beneath the two people gradually turned black. That was because the hillside had just been burned, and the dust and mud seemed to be sucked into it and turned into substance.
The two people may not have thought that they would meet in such a scene, and the two people may not have thought that this may be the so-called fate.
The two people have no grudges in their lives, because Jianghu has to face them. The two people have never been involved in anything in their lives, but once they entered the world, this ending may have been doomed.
People in the arena involuntarily!
Looking closely at Yang Jiong, Bian Hao felt a little elated, as if his whole body was faintly exuding an eye-catching look.
"It's rare! It's rare!" Yang Jiong laughed and looked at Bian Hao. The hands that had been standing behind his back slowly came to the front. He slowly seemed to be holding something and put it in front of him. He looked at it with his fingers. It's as white as jade.
Slightly lower than his eyes, Yang Jiong stopped his hands and seemed to be quietly admiring the pair of crystal clear palms. Bian Hao's face was as calm as an ancient well, with no expression at all, and he was becoming more and more solemn.
"Although a certain family is famous for its marksmanship, as my understanding deepens, I remember that Master Wang once said that the sharp weapons in the world, swords, guns, swords and halberds, seem to be indestructible to everything, but in fact they are also subject to the shape of everything. To truly be indestructible to everything, only With the body and shape as the god, I have given up using weapons for many years after a certain feeling! However, it was an opportunity years ago to truly use all things as weapons!" Yang Jiong looked at Bian Hao quietly, his expression unchanged and thoughtful.
"I originally thought that Brother Bian was involved in secular affairs and military affairs, and his practice would be hindered. Now that I have to lament the journey of practice, how can I be too short-sighted to think about it?" But Yang Jiong did not feel uneasy or unsteady at all, and looked directly at Bian Hao. He actually smiled a little: "A certain family has been waiting for more than ten years for this encounter. I really look forward to seeing Brother Bian's Nirvana finger! But brother Bian, don't underestimate the hands of a certain family now!"
There should have long been no fixed moves or so-called formats for battles between masters. The two people chatted like old friends, and there was no clue that the two were about to engage in what might be the most powerful duel of this era.
The two of them seem to be indifferent, but in fact they are showing their best experience and best condition. Because no one wants to make a mistake of their own and leave a dead end in their spiritual practice. One breath can make a showdown, one breath can make a showdown between life and death.
Yang Jiong didn't want it, and Bian Hao probably didn't want it even more!
But this battle seems to have to be fought!
Although the two people they met have thought about each other countless times, they have never met. Even if they have never met, they already know each other, their unique skills, habits and even behavior.
Therefore, when Bian Hao first saw Yang Jiong, he seemed to have understood that this person was the person he was destined to meet.
Are you both ready?
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I jumped onto a boulder by the stream, and the mountains under the moonlight seemed to be in front of my eyes. He Xiaoyao looked behind him, Yongzhou City was dotted under the mountains, and there was no trace of the fact that it had suffered a battle a few days ago.
Several collapsed city gates have been re-erected under the command of the soldiers, and the people in the city have settled down again under the call of the army to join the army. He Xiaoyao divided his army into several teams and sent them all to ambush at various passes, waiting for the arrival of Zhang Wenbiao from Hengzhou.
Yongzhou City, under the management of temporary Secretary Ma She, arranged dozens of police officers to maintain public security. He Xiaoyao is actually a polished commander now, but this is enough for Yongzhou City today.
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qu Weishang who was following him. The two of them nodded.
There was silence ahead, a silence that was astonishing.
He Xiaoyao is not the young man he was back then. As he studied with Shiwu, Yang Jiong, and even Mr. Guiyuan, his cultivation level has already made a qualitative leap. Otherwise, how could he have gained the attention of Qin Zhuang. Naturally, he had already sensed something strange around him. Thinking of what Mr. Guiyuan said at the beginning, He Xiaoyao waved his hand to stop everyone from moving forward.
Beasts are naturally sharp, and every hunter should know this, not to mention that this is a strange species that is said to have survived for more than a hundred years. People of this era will not hesitate to believe that this golden forty-eight knot has become a spirit.
If the only special person in this era, the Lingnan Emperor Liu Jixing, was here, he might laugh at this idea in everyone's mind. But ever since his own soul possessed King Wei, he no longer dared to be disrespectful of these things.
What's more, in this era of belief in gods and ghosts, such an action is undoubtedly an act of annihilating goblins. If you are not an ordinary person, how can you dare to do such a thing.
Although he did not see the people in Qinzhuang, He Xiaoyao had no doubt that they should be not far ahead.
Could it be that the goblin has come out? He Xiaoyao felt a little excited in his heart! Yes, it was an inexplicable excitement, but not the slightest worry.
"This place is dangerous, general, please don't come here for the time being!" Mr. Guiyuan's voice slowly sounded in his ears, causing He Xiaoyao to stop naturally. His skill had not yet reached the level of transmitting sounds into secrets, so he had to communicate with everyone He stood where he was.
"Brother He, retreat quickly!" Qin Zhuang's voice sounded intermittently: "It's hard to distinguish between friends and foes here. There are many hidden masters. You have a heavy responsibility to avoid hurting innocent people!" His skill was obviously not as good as Mr. Guiyuan. But being able to warn He Xiaoyao in time still moved He Xiaoyao who was standing on the stone.
He Xiaoyao was about to signal everyone to rest where they were, when suddenly there was a sound in his ears.
This is a sound that changes slowly from low to high. As if it was born to exist between heaven and earth, it first hummed inaudibly in the ears, then seemed to gradually become clear and audible, and then gradually reverberated between heaven and earth.
This is a kind of Buddhist Zen singing! He Xiaoyao's father was a disciple of Buddhism, so He Xiaoyao had been practicing the "Yi Jin Jing", a unique Buddhist teaching, since he was a child, and he naturally felt inspired by this Buddhist chanting.
This subtle sensation actually made He Xiaoyao ecstatic, because he actually felt this sound entering his ears, which made him feel comfortable all over, and the true energy in his body started to circulate quickly. The Little Zhoutian, which usually requires meditation to operate, can now be completed in less than a few breaths.
In other words, less than a quarter of an hour at this moment is enough to be worth several days of practice. How could He Xiaoyao be ignorant of the wonderful uses of this thing? When he looked at Qu Weishang, he saw that he seemed to get some resonance from it, so he did not bother him.
He Xiaoyao stood on the stone, leaning on the knife and closed his eyes to do his kung fu. This was a great opportunity. He Xiaoyao would not care about other things, so he stood there and let the zhenqi in his body circulate rapidly, constantly impacting the meridians throughout his body, and then gathered in the Dantian in his body.
The slowly coming singing sound was slowly acceptable at first, and then immediately resounded in every corner of the surroundings. It was ethereal, far-reaching and long, and seemed to have entered the hearts of everyone present and invaded everyone's heart.
So many past events and so much hate! How many rivers and lakes, how much sorrow!
He Xiaoyao led his personal guards and Qu Weishang to stand under the stream, only two hundred meters away from everyone. Qin Zhuang was still standing at the entrance of the cave, and the golden forty-eight knots were breathing out unscrupulously, absorbing the essence of Leng Yue. Feng Biwei, Mr. Guiyuan, Nan Fenghan, and Wu Ni were all motionless.
The people in Yinjiabao and Lianyun Village did not dare to move, but when everyone heard the sound of Zen singing in their ears, they knew that someone else was coming, and it must be a great Buddhist monk. For a while, everyone had their own thoughts. Although they didn't know whether they were friends or foes, at least the matter had become complicated again.
Listening to this melodious Zen singing, at this moment, everyone seems to have a picture in their mind, and the rolling world of mortals in their mind emerges.
A hundred years are like a dream, and in an instant there are memories of the past, replays of past pleasures, and the origins of grievances and resentments. They all thought of the most unforgettable things and the most unforgettable people in their lives!
These bursts of melodious and wonderful singing slowly bring back the past events in people's hearts, bringing back the most unbearable and joyful past events in their hearts. The rolling mortal world is like purgatory, but the vast human heart is like inner demons. How can ordinary people escape from the mortal world, so they are obsessed with this mortal world.
The sound of singing makes people enchanted, as if they are in an illusion, and the sound of singing is like the sound of nature. It seems to be invisible and enchants people's minds, making people feel that it is both real and illusory. The end of the world is true here, but where is it false? If life here is false, then how can it be true?
The singing sounds that echoed all over the mountain were endless. The voice seemed to sound quite old and profound, but it had the joy of being clear and sweet. The interlacing of the sounds was not surprising. It seems to come from the beginning of eternity, and it seems to come naturally from the heart of the human heart.
Everyone stared closely at this golden forty-eight knot, fearing that if they were neglected, it would disappear. But what is surprising and disappointing is that when the Zen singing became louder, it seemed to shake its head suddenly, glanced around with a pair of emerald eyes, and then continued to puff at the moon.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been walking in the Deep Paramita for a long time. He sees that all the five aggregates are empty and endures all the hardships. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color. Feelings, thoughts, and consciousness are also complex. Such is the case. Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts or consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance and touch. , no vision, even the unconscious world. No ignorance,,,,,, no fear, stay away from upside-down dreams, ultimate nirvana. The Buddhas of the three generations, according to Paramita,,,,,,"
The sound is long and mellow, getting deeper and deeper in people's ears, and they feel in their hearts that the singing is getting more and more melodious. It was as if this sound should exist between heaven and earth, without any sense of disobedience or inappropriateness.
At the beginning, when some people heard this Zen singing, they only felt that the breath in their bodies was shaking, and then gradually calmed down in a trance. Of course, there are also people who feel comfortable from the beginning, just like He Xiaoyao who is standing downstream at the moment.
It feels as if there is another sound in the air, intertwined and integrated with the singing, one after another, without any pause or violation. The endless sound made everything even more mysterious.
Chanting is a unique skill in Buddhism. Chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name in the voice of Chanting can help you concentrate your mind, calm your mind, and practice diligently. It is really the only way to practice Buddhism.
Now the sound of Zen singing has penetrated deeper into my mind, greatly creating a feeling of washing away distracting thoughts. The sounds actually sound about the same size, but the feelings in each person's heart are very different. It is true that the higher the cultivation level in the body, the deeper the feeling at this moment.
To ordinary people, it seems that the Zen singing is still melodious and sweet. But to those who were practicing there, it was a different story.
Just because it seems that after hearing this sound in my ears, it seems to have penetrated into my body. After entering the ear, it turned into streams of air, which instantly entered the meridians of the body and turned into true energy. It poured into the body like a breeze and flowed into it, and it was everywhere.
On the one hand, it stabilizes and calms the true energy in the body, making the original true energy in the body more powerful. At the same time, it is flying and lively, stirring up the thoughts in the body, confusing people's minds like a demon.
One thought is like a demon, and one thought is like a Buddha.
Some people feel as if they are about to get up and fly away under this voice, but another voice suppresses their bodies and pulls them tightly. It was his past cultivation and potential inner demons that were in conflict with each other at this moment. The more powerful and profound the inner strength of the Qi is, the more uncomfortable it is in the body and thoughts.
The chanting continued, and the pain and suffering seemed to have no rest. Some people are happy and some are sad, and naturally they will not be affected if their hearts are clear, but how many people can be like this?
The sound is actually not loud, but it reaches everyone's ears melodiously and profoundly, just like the Tathagata speaking the Dharma. It makes people feel the comfort of enlightenment. It also spreads to everyone's heart. Even if you want to erase it, you can't do it. It's really Subtle and indescribable.
The streams in the mountains flowed, the beasts in the forest scoffed, and everything became quiet. It seems that suddenly this place has become a spiritual platform and a space for enlightenment.
Confused, dazed, and even more relaxed. It seems that I hope this voice will not stop, or as if this voice should be there in life. If it disappears suddenly, I don’t know what will happen.
No one knows, because the sound does not stop, and people are already confused!
Although Nan Fenghan's behavior has always been criticized by the Central Plains Taoist sect, after all, he is also practicing the true Taoist secrets. Standing there, it seems that nothing has changed, but in fact, earth-shaking changes have taken place in his heart.
Woni on the side seemed to be connected with him, clinging to his body without moving, and the true energy in the two people's bodies actually merged with each other. The two of them were surprised, knowing that if they were not two people just now, they would probably fall into a fight in the hands of this person.
If it weren't for the golden forty-eight section in front of greed, fear of frightening this alien species away, I'm afraid that Nan Fenghan's temper would have exploded.
Looking coldly at the people present, knowing that these people did not know the origin of the other party, Nan Fenghan could not help but curl his lips. A powerful momentum slowly accumulated in his heart, but his voice had already echoed in the air in the distance.
"Which Buddhist sect is here? Nan Fenghan of Paradise Island is here, why don't you show up and meet him!" His voice seemed to come from the sky, and it was neither salty nor light, swaying from the outside in, as if someone was coming out of the sky. It sounds like a simple inquiry, but it is an extremely advanced skill.
Sure enough, everyone in the field couldn't help but look over when they heard his voice. Everyone knew that they had underestimated Nan Fenghan's strength. I was afraid that this old monster Ji Le's cultivation had reached an extremely high level, and everyone secretly made a comparison in their hearts.
Suddenly something happened in the field. The Golden Forty-eight Section, which had been puffing away the smoke, suddenly stopped. As if it had discovered something, it slowly turned its head and looked around. Seeing this sudden movement, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.
The most nervous person was Nan Fenghan, whose expression tightened. He was extremely proud of his own cultivation, and thought that his words would not alarm anyone, but he did not expect that it would actually make this alien become alert. At this moment, he forgot everything and stared closely at the Golden Forty-Eight Joint, watching its every tiny move, fearing that it would run away at once.
The sound of Zen singing has not stopped, but it seems to be getting closer and closer. Everyone knew that this Buddhist master was about to show up. Although this expert's skills were awe-inspiring, no one paid attention because this golden forty-eight knot had slowly shrunk and seemed to be about to take action.
A monk dressed in moon-white clothes suddenly appeared on the top of a huge maple tree. He is tall and tall, with a smooth head that is particularly eye-catching in the moonlight. His sword-shaped eyebrows and big-eared face make him look like a natural Buddha.
In particular, he was barefoot, with his hands clasped together, and chanting constantly. The Buddhist sutras came from his mouth. What was surprising under the moonlight was that because he had the moonlight on his back, the bright moonlight shone from behind him, making him feel like he was bathing in the Buddha's light.
The whole person is like the Buddha coming into the world. People can't help but bow to the ground and worship.
