What people call themselves differs from person to person.
Most of the time, Fu Xin calls himself an old monk, after all, he is over seventy years old, but at this moment, he can only call himself a young monk.
Although the person opposite him didn't look much older than himself at this moment.
"The old donor has become famous recently, which is gratifying."
Fu Xin smiled and seemed to have no ill intentions.
In fact, there was also a hint of surprise in my heart.
In his 'divine' induction, the old Taoist priest stood quietly, but it was like an unfathomable black hole, swallowing up all the bright spiritual energy in the world.
It seemed ordinary, but in fact, when her eyes fell on him, she could never leave him again.
The so-called attention is nothing more than that.
It was hard for him to imagine how a person who had never been baptized by heaven and earth could possess such a powerful and incredible body and mind.
It only took two or three months from the time I heard about this person's name to the time I found him. In just a short period of time, he has already become so tyrannical?
An Qisheng took a closer look.
This divine pulse master, who is known as the best in Dafeng horizontal training, has a pure aura, as spotless as his moon-white monk's robe.
But underneath his thin body, which was like a young man's, he contained extremely tyrannical power.
This is the strongest person he has seen since he came to the floating world.
He came slowly and stopped a few miles away. A majestic mountain-like aura filled the sky, making the cold dragons hovering in the air a little uneasy.
"What's the point of caring about a little fame?"
An Qisheng's expression was calm, with a trace of ripples in his eyes:
"Are you here to seize the spiritual scripture from Tianyi?"
"Tianyi Seizes the Spiritual Sutra..."
The smile on Fu Xin's face disappeared and he nodded slightly:
"The world only knows the Soul-Seizing Demon Technique, and not many people know its name. It seems that the old benefactor has indeed obtained the Heavenly Soul-Seizing Demon Technique..."
"When you and I are at this stage, we should know that no matter whether it is magic or magic, we can no longer change our minds. Real good and evil only exist in one heart."
An Qisheng's tone was light, but with a hint of curiosity:
"Longxiang Dharma Temple has been pursuing Tianyi to seize the spiritual scripture for so many years. What is it for?"
Any martial arts at the level of divine veins contains the strongest will of the creator. Along with the spirit of practice, it will inevitably affect the mind.
The gods are gods and the demons are demons. It is not all slander.
But An Qisheng was determined, and neither magical nor magical skills could affect his state of mind.
Therefore, he was very curious as to why Longxiang Temple could pursue the whereabouts of the Tianyi Duoling Sutra for seven hundred years.
Hatred?
I'm afraid not necessarily.
"The old benefactor has seen clearly, whether it is magic power or magic power, it is nothing to us."
Fu Xin glanced at his apprentice. Young monk Hui Guo was playing with his little donkey.
He sighed softly and said:
"This is a secret of mine. It's a long story."
"Then let's make a long story short."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly. The master and apprentice were exactly the same.
"Tianyi Duoling Sutra originated from the Duoling Master seven hundred years ago. The Duoling Master's ginseng creation has reached Taiyin Wuji. It is the top in the world, and there are people who can surpass him among his contemporaries. Often, I can’t even kill him..."
Fu Xin nodded, as if he had no intention of hiding anything.
This Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Sutra can not only absorb the true energy of others, but also refute others and create a powerful person. It can even be reborn in the powerful people it created after its own death.
Once he has cultivated Taiyin Wuji and has his subordinates all over the world, even those who are stronger than him will be unable to completely exterminate them.
Longxiang Dharma Temple suffered a big loss at that time. He was reborn as a Buddhist son of Longxiang Dharma Temple in that generation, and then Longxiang Dharma Temple was destroyed.
An Qisheng already knew this when he dreamed of Huiguo.
"It was the Master of the Dayu Gun who used his soul to lock a wisp of the 'divine' will of the Master Seizing Soul, and wiped out all his divine will spread all over the world with one shot, and then he was able to kill this beast."
When Fuxin said this, he paused and looked at An Qisheng:
"But the Tian Yi Duo Ling Sutra is weird and unpredictable. The Dayu Spear Master once said that there is still a god in the Duo Ling Master. If someone cultivates the Tian Yi Duo Ling Sutra to perfection, it is difficult to say that he will not be reborn through his reincarnation. ..."
"Possessed and reborn?"
Hui Guo stood up immediately, with a look of surprise on her face.
He didn't even know about this.
"The will of God is immortal, so can it be reborn through the body?"
An Qisheng was not too surprised. He had actually thought about this possibility.
That big sky can retain a ray of divine will for seven hundred years, so it is not difficult to understand that the soul-stealing master, whose life-preserving ability is still superior to him, did not die completely.
"Yes, that's why the young monk came in a hurry when he heard that the old benefactor was about to break through the divine veins."
Fu Xin nodded slightly and said solemnly:
"I just hope that the old donor will not leave this harmful technique alive."
He didn't reveal this to many people.
The reason why he revealed it was that the old Taoist priest had not practiced this magic skill too deeply.
Secondly, this old Taoist priest also has a strong aura, and he is not sure that he can defeat it...
"The Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Scripture is of no use to me, and it will not be passed on to anyone."
An Qisheng agreed:
"However, one bead was useful to me that day, but destroying it will not work."
An Qisheng actually doesn't care much about the various divine wills on Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Sutra. If he is really invincible through reincarnation, Master Seizing Spirituality will not die.
Therefore, he never took Tianyi Duolingjing seriously.
On the contrary, it is Tian Yizhu, a rare treasure that can purify the inner energy nine times and is of great value to anyone.
At this time, he had only purified his internal energy for two or three times, and it was still far from the limit, so it was naturally impossible to destroy it.
"Amitabha."
Even though he had expected it, Fu Xin couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name with some disappointment.
Then, he looked at An Qisheng with faint eyes:
"I admire the old benefactor very much as a young monk, but the Tian Yi Seo Ling Sutra cannot be preserved in the world..."
"Master?"
Hui Guo's complexion changed slightly.
He also knew that An Qisheng beat the Red Sun Dharma King to death. His old monk was so different from the Red Sun Dharma King that he would not be able to defeat him if they were to fight.
"so......."
An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, neither happy nor angry:
"You want to take action?"
"I have no enmity or enmity against you, little monk, so why should I fight you to death?"
Fu Xin's complexion glowed with gleaming golden light, and he was as majestic as the Buddha statue in the temple:
"The young monk wants to make a bet with the old benefactor."
"bet?"
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, showing some interest:
"Tell me."
"Although our Longxiang Dharma Temple inheritance is not as good as Huangjue Temple and the Six Hell Demon Sect, it still has some unique features."
Hui Guo smiled slightly and said:
"The young monk has been practicing for sixty years, and his martial arts skills are not satisfactory. He is no more accomplished than those others, but he is only somewhat confident in his ability to train his muscles..."
As he spoke, a layer of glittering golden light rippled around him. The moon-white monk's robes looked quite like an eminent monk's demeanor.
"Do you want to see how many moves I can make to break your golden body?"
An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, as if he remembered something.
"...The old donor was joking, how could the young monk be so arrogant?"
Fu Xin's smile froze slightly, and then he said seriously:
"The young monk wants to wrestle with you!"
Wrestling?
An Qisheng suddenly looked a little strange, looked at Fu Xin with a half-smile, and asked:
"You want to compete with me?"
If he really fought hard, he might not be completely sure of defeating this monk whose strength was far stronger than that of the Red Sun Karmapa.
But wrestling......
On the Xuanxing, the Danjin strong person has already great physical strength, and a casual throw is enough to throw an elephant more than twenty meters away.
He used his inner strength to refine his body in this world. Before the blood exchange was completed, his physical strength had surpassed all the Danjin masters in Xuanxing.
After that, the blood exchange is complete, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters the body, the true energy is condensed, the spirit is indestructible, the energy channels are completed, and other processes.
His physique has improved several times, and is ten times stronger than the physique of the Red Sun Dharma King made of divine veins.
Someone actually wants to compete with him?
Despite An Qisheng's calm state of mind, a hint of amusement could not help but appear at this moment.
"Is there something wrong?"
Fu Xin looked at An Qisheng's smile and felt slightly surprised.
What did you say wrong?
"There is nothing wrong with it."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
If it was a comparison of true energy, he would still hesitate. If it was a comparison of strength, he had no intention of rejecting it.
He immediately responded:
"How do you compare?"
"If we say the heaviest thing in the world, it is none more than the bronze statue of Taizu of the previous dynasty in Fengdu City, which was made of gold and iron. The 100-foot-long bronze statue of Taizu of Dafeng was made of gold and iron. It is a pity that the statue cannot be moved lightly... ..”
Fu Xin felt a little regretful and then said:
"In addition, there is a golden bell in Huangjue Temple. It is a collection of mineral gold and iron obtained from the Liangshan Mountains dug by Huangjue Temple for thousands of years. It was cast two hundred years ago and weighs millions of kilograms... .....
We then wrestle with each other and determine the winner or loser by the number of times we ring the bell! "
"Huangjue Bell..."
An Qisheng's heart moved.
Huangjue Temple is one of the oldest sects in the world. According to legend, it was a sect established by an old monk in the mountains of Liangzhou more than a thousand years ago.
It is said that the old monk took part in the creation of nature, excavated the mountains, and used various minerals to build the gate of Huangjue Temple.
Later, Huangjue Temple also inherited this tradition. All the facilities in the temple were made from mountains.
Over the past thousands of years, a plain of thousands of miles has been opened up around Huangjue Temple, which has been lent to the people who have gathered around it for many years with extremely low land taxes.
Two hundred years ago, Taizu Dafeng had a discussion with monk Yixiu and decided that all the land opened by Huangjue Temple would be owned by him and he would only need to pay a tithe tax.
As for the Huangjue Bell, it is said that it was refined from various minerals obtained by Huangjue Temple over the past thousand years.
It is said to weigh millions of kilograms.
In Huangjue Temple, there are only five or six people who can ring this bell.
There is something interesting about wrestling with this.
Having thought this far, he was not afraid of any fraud and agreed directly:
"Okay! When the beast tide in Liangzhou subsides, I will go to Huangjue Temple to have a bet with you!"
"In this way, the young monk is waiting for the benefactor to come."
Fuxin smiled slightly, turned around and left with the young monk Huiguo riding the donkey.
Not long after, it was already far away.
"Wrestling..."
An Qisheng shook his head and laughed, lifting his body up into the air.
The cold dragon meandered towards An Qisheng. It let out a long roar and flew towards the next place where the beast tide started.
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