In the middle of Liangzhou, a thousand years ago there was no human habitation and it was a miasmatic bad land. Now it is a fertile plain with thousands of miles of good farmland.
There are stone roads extending in all directions between the plains, and there are many rivers flowing from the mountains for irrigation.
Many of the towns and villages are thriving.
On the edge of the plain, beyond the mountains and forests, some martial artists who were driving animals into the mountains suddenly raised their heads.
I saw a black shadow pulling out a long stream of air in the sky and flying quickly past.
What then poured into his ears was the sound of sonic booms that exploded like thunder.
"That's...the polar cold dragon? Blood Demon, An Qisheng."
"The blood demon!"
"For more than a month, he traveled across the mountains on a dragon and drove back most of the beast tide. It seems that his actions are not as legendary..."
Everyone looked up at the sky, some were envious, others sighed, and so on.
In any case, the person who is most popular today must be this old Taoist priest who is nearly a hundred years old.
Huhu~
Between the clouds, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged on top of the dragon's head, overlooking the vast plains above the earth, and couldn't help but sigh:
“With this foundation, it’s no wonder that Huangjue Temple has endured for thousands of years...”
Liangzhou is one of the largest states in Dafeng, with a radius of three thousand miles. It was originally a dangerous land that could not be cultivated.
One Huangjue Temple opened up almost one-third of Liangzhou. For any dynasty, it was no less than the achievement of opening up territory and expanding territory. Naturally, the court was friendly.
You must know that Dafeng has a total radius of less than 70,000 miles (slightly smaller than Earth Lord), and smaller states have a radius of less than 1,000 miles. The land that Huangjue Temple opened is as big as a state.
Compared with the size of the two Fusang Kingdoms in Xuanxing.
With such achievements, how could the successive imperial courts not be close to him?
And the land it opened was so large, and very low-level farmland was leased to the refugees. How many people were alive?
This move is more popular with the people.
In addition, it has a long heritage and many masters. It not only accepts ordination from masters, but also recruits lay disciples. It has the widest network of connections.
The combination of the three has just created the eternal status of Huangjue Temple for thousands of years.
"Liangzhou is surrounded by mountains and there are few wars. With the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, there are fewer bandits and bandits. Although these monks are not pure-minded, they do not squeeze more. They are more responsible for governing the Qingming Festival than the imperial court.
No wonder Huangjue Temple has such a great reputation..."
An Qisheng sighed.
I have some admiration for the old monk who founded Huangjue Temple.
For thousands of years, the inheritance of the military master has been cut off, but the inheritance he left behind is still in full swing. Is it such a simple thing?
Involuntarily, thoughts came to his mind.
If you start a sect yourself, how will you compare to that old monk?
Huhu~~~
The air flow whizzed past, and in the air flow whistling like a steel knife, An Qisheng thought about himself quietly.
With the help of this Hanjiao, it goes without saying how fast it is, but it gives him more time to practice.
His eyes were half open and half closed, and various martial arts essences flashed through his mind.
After the Qi Meridian is fully developed, there is actually no difference until the Divine Vein.
The "spirituality" of martial arts, or the spirit in the fists, was already achieved when he created the "Nantianmen" Sanshou starting position.
In other words, when he entered the Qi channel, he was already at his peak.
After summarizing the 'Slaying Immortal Platform', one can cast divine veins at any time, if one can cast a divine weapon.
"It's a pity that the magic weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King is not suitable..."
An Qisheng held two objects in his hand.
The first is a string of relic beads, which contains a strong meaning of wheel-turning Dharma, and the second is a ring finger.
This finger that is as red as blood is the magic weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King, and within it is the aura of the Great Sun Divine Gang.
Divine weapons are not forged randomly.
The so-called god is not an empty meaning, but refers to the "god" of human beings. To create a magical weapon, it is necessary to integrate spirituality and combine it with spirit. Only in this way can it withstand the baptism of thunder when the Yin Shen comes out of the body.
In this way, you can slowly absorb the masculinity of thunder and wash away the essence of 'god'.
Although he has also practiced the Wheel-turning Technique and the Great Sun Divine Gang, it is not suitable to use them as his own magical weapons.
And the materials for these two are too scarce.
What he wanted must be a big, thick and long gun, a thumb ring, and Buddhist beads, which really didn't interest him.
"Magic weapon, magic weapon..."
An Qisheng muttered slightly to himself.
He promised Fu Xin to go to Huangjue Temple. In addition to the wrestling that interested him, he also wanted to see if there were any spiritual materials he needed in Huangjue Temple, which had opened up many mountains and preserved many rare and rare irons.
Even if he does not follow the Taiyin Wuji Way, divine weapons are still indispensable. He is also very interested in the legendary portal of heaven and man.
Phew~
Amid the turbulent airflow, he closed his eyes slightly, transporting the true energy and entering his dream body at the same time.
His energy network is too complicated, and 99% of the martial arts in the world are not enough to bring out his full strength.
Whether it is Sanshou, Henglian, Gangqi, Qinggong, or Zhuanlun, they all need to be re-deduced and evolved.
Practicing martial arts is never about bringing yourself closer to martial arts, but about making martial arts more suitable for you.
With dreams in mind and learning in mind, An Qisheng has enough confidence.
Even if he has to re-develop a more complete system based on the many martial arts in this world, he still has enough patience.
Just picking up people's wisdom, how can they cope with such a great blessing that he enters the dream world.
........
Huangjue Temple.
Liangzhou, the first sect in Dafeng.
Together with Zhuanlun Temple, the Six Hell Demon Sect became the leader of the three paths of good, evil and evil.
Compared with the Jishen Sect, Dalongmen, Worshiping Villa, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen, Wanjian Villa and other large sects, it is better than the Beggar Clan, Twelve Links Wu, Tang Sect, Shen Sword Hall and other sects. It's too strong.
Huangjue Temple is located in the Qianli Plain. It was originally a high mountain and was carved out over many years.
This temple occupies a huge area, with countless temples on each floor. The young monks who go to the various halls to light incense every morning even have to use dragon horses to get there.
It can be said to be extremely grand.
At this time, it was almost dawn, and on a straight road, two people and two donkeys came walking in the dust.
"Thousands of years of accumulation can't be compared to that of our Longxiang Dharma Temple."
Looking at the extremely magnificent temple in the distance, I couldn't help but sigh.
The accumulation of being the leader of the righteous path for more than a thousand years is unimaginable to ordinary people. On this land, dynasties have changed five times before Dafeng, and the once powerful dynasty disappeared.
Huangjue Temple still exists.
Even the luck is as good as ever.
"It's like a country within a country."
A trace of surprise flashed across Huiguo's face.
"There is nothing wrong in saying this. Any large sect is like a country within a country. It is no wonder that the Dafeng court wants to collect the world's weapons. If a Huangjue Temple launches an attack, hundreds of thousands of monks and soldiers can be raised in an instant. Liangzhou Many people will definitely gather..."
Fu Xin said half a sentence, then shook his head to stop:
"There is no need to say these words. The relationship between Huangjue Temple and my sect is not bad, and there is even more kindness."
Huiguo nodded.
It is said that the Dayu Spear Master from seven hundred years ago was a lay disciple of Huangjue Temple. It is true that Huangjue Temple was kind to them.
"Let's go and see Master Ikkyu."
Fuxin said softly.
The master and the disciple urged the donkey forward, heading towards Huangjue Temple in a leisurely manner.
As we get closer, we feel the solemnity and grandeur of Huangjue Temple more and more.
At this time, it was just getting dark.
When the two arrived, the middle door of Huangjue Temple opened immediately, and many monks filed out and descended a hundred feet from both sides of the steps.
"I don't know that when the abbot of Longxiang Dharma Temple arrives, he may not be welcomed from afar, but may not be welcomed from afar."
In the middle gate, before anyone arrived, the sound like a bell had already broken the silence, spreading for miles, showing the deep inner strength of a person.
The two masters and disciples led the donkeys over, and several tall and burly monks walked out of the middle gate.
"It turns out to be Master Three Seals."
Fu Xin gave a slight salute.
"Don't dare, don't dare."
The great monks jumped up together and had already descended hundreds of steps. The leading monk heard this and returned the greeting:
"How can I be called a master in front of you?"
"Senior Brother Abbot is already aware of your letter. Please come in and discuss it in detail."
Monk Sanyin smiled slightly and waved his arms in greeting.
"This time it's trouble."
Buxin responded with a smile.
Then, the master and the disciple, surrounded by a group of monks, followed the great monks into Huangjue Temple.
The trees in Huangjue Temple are towering, and the air is filled with the smell of burning incense. From time to time, you can hear chanting scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.
The martial arts practitioner was not slow in his steps. Not long after, he had already walked ten miles away. At this time, his sight suddenly opened up, but he had already arrived in front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.
This place is extremely empty. At this time, there are thousands of capable monks who are boxing and shouting loudly under the leadership of a skinny old monk.
The entire martial arts arena here is a piece of green steel rock that has endured thousands of years of wind and rain.
Qinggang rock is famous for its hardness and thickness, but at this time it left deep footprints.
Not far away, a large bell hangs high on the stone platform. The skirt of the bell is engraved with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. There are countless inscriptions hidden on the bell wall, which seem to be Buddhist scriptures, but also like Buddhist scriptures. It's a martial arts secret book.
This big bell is extraordinarily large, bigger than a house. It is golden in color, as if it were made of gold and copper, and is full of desolation and depth.
But it was the Huangjue Bell.
"Amitabha."
When everyone came here, they didn't take a second look, they just heard a low chant of the Buddha's name flowing out from the main hall.
A short, thin, old monk with white eyebrows floated down.
Come to the square.
"I've seen the abbot before!"
Except for the many monks who were performing martial arts, the other monks all bowed down.
"I'm too busy with trivial matters to welcome you from far away. I hope you will forgive me, senior brother."
The old monk saluted slightly.
"What's the crime in coming here uninvited?"
Fuxin shook his head and flashed.
Longxiang Dharma Temple has a close relationship with Huangjue Temple. Although he has a body with divine veins, he does not dare to accept Sankong's gift easily.
"But I don't know if Master Ikkyu can come out of seclusion?"
Fu Xin asked again.
Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple. It is said that he has lived nearly three hundred years, which is longer than the founding of Dafeng.
The two hundred years of peace and tranquility of Huangjue Temple in Liangzhou were also won by him in a bet with Taizu Dafeng.
"The Patriarch is in seclusion in order to prepare for the battle with Pang Wanyang. Senior brother has made the decision and agreed to what he asked for."
Sanbai raised his eyebrows slightly and answered.
"Master is really going to have a decisive battle with Pang Wanyang?"
A solemn look appeared on Fu Xin's face.
Being of the same divine vein, he knew exactly what this meant.
Has Pang Wanyang reached this point?
"For decades, Pang Wanyang has been No. 1 in the world. He has built up a strong momentum. He has cultivated the War Demon Heart Sutra to an incredible level."
Sankong sighed softly:
"A few months ago, he wrote a letter in his hand, which was so stirring that the Patriarch was moved by it. He let out a thundering Buddha's voice all night long before it was wiped out."
Speaking of this.
The faces of several great monks around him also became solemn.
That night, the sound of Buddha shook the sky without stopping, and the collision caused many monks to tremble.
"No, he has reached this point."
Fu Xin was amazed, but felt that it was natural.
Pang Wanyang had already mastered Taiyin Wuji decades ago. He was known as an unparalleled genius in the Six Hells Demon Sect, and a peerless hero who defeated all the demons in the world in one fell swoop.
It seems to be a matter of course that such a person approaches Tianmen.
"After the Patriarch saw the man's handwritten letter, he remained silent for a day. Then he wrote a letter and sent someone to the Six Hell Demon Sect. The Patriarch did not tell the specific details, but just shook his head. He went into seclusion the next day and has not come out to this day."
Sankong's eyes were serious.
He has been practicing martial arts with Yixiu since he was a child. He is said to be the ancestor and the master. His life and death battle naturally touched his heart.
"Master Ikkyu has personally issued a letter of challenge, so I think he is confident."
Fu Xin could only say one word of comfort.
"I just hope that the Patriarch can succeed in conquering the demons, otherwise, the world will be in trouble!"
Sankong didn't talk too much about this matter. He changed his tone and asked:
"It's really unbelievable that with the golden body of senior brother, he actually wants to compete with others. That Taoist has not yet become a god, but he is already so powerful?"
"Such a character is something I only see in my life."
Fu Xin slowly uttered eight words and then looked up as if his heart was moved.
All the great monks also looked at it.
I saw a dragon winding its way between the rolling clouds in the sky.
On top of the dragon's head, the Taoist stands with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair moving accordingly.
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