Beyond the Great Wall, there is vastness and endless green land.
The Wheel Mountain is towering. In the main hall, the King of Wheels looks at the sky. At a certain moment, he slowly retracts his eyes, and a dark expression appears on his face.
He never went to King Quan Mountain, but his spirit came through his body and saw everything that happened on King Quan Mountain.
He searched heaven and earth with all his will, but he never discovered the Qi of Wang Quan Taoist.
He is really gone!
"He finally left."
The wheel-turning king seemed happy and melancholy.
The joy is that the enemy that suppressed him for a long time is finally leaving. The sad thing is that he has not been able to fight with him after all.
"Master, why are you so happy and sad?"
Some monks saw his mood and couldn't help but ask.
"When my Taoist friends pass away, my heart feels sad. But when the Buddha's kingdom is coming, my heart feels happy again."
The Wheel-turning King is holding a Buddhist bead, and the treasure is as majestic as the living Buddha.
His way is different from Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, and Zhenren Baiyue. His way does not lie in heaven, but in all living beings.
When all living beings enter the Buddha's kingdom, this will be achieved.
Before Jiazi, he wanted to raise weapons on the earth and bring chaos to the countries. However, he met An Qisheng who suddenly appeared and had to stop his activities.
He knew very well in his heart that Wang Quan Taoist was different from Pang Wanyang, who only believed in heaven. Once he acted, he would be counterattacked.
At first, he was not afraid, because he was sitting in the vastness, with the power of a country and the energy of all peoples in him. To be an enemy of him was to be an enemy of the vast grassland. There is no threat to him.
But that King Quan Taoist is different...
"The Kingdom of Buddha is coming?"
"Has the enemy Buddha finally left?"
"My Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful!"
Many monks in the hall chanted the Buddha's name and cried with joy.
No one doubted whether King Chakravartin was wrong, just as no one on the path of kingship doubted An Qisheng.
"Master! Do you need to call the king to come to see him?"
A monk bowed slightly.
His name is Duoji, which in Dafeng language means King Kong. He is the chief disciple of the Wheel-Winning Throne, has a body of divine veins, and is the protector of the Wheel-Winning Temple.
He is thin and short, with a sallow body, but he is not unhealthy at all. On the contrary, as the name suggests, he looks like he is made of diamond.
His voice was like the collision of gold and iron, with a sonorous sound.
"A period of time has passed. Tens of millions of soldiers and believers in our Wolf Kingdom have been longing for this day for many years."
An old monk put one palm up in front of his chest and sighed slightly.
His name is Cai Rang, which means longevity.
In fact, he is the longest-lived person in the Chakravartin Temple, the uncle of Chakravartin King, who has lived for two hundred years.
"That's good, that's good."
The other monks also put their hands together and smiled.
Wang Quan Taoist has been suppressing the world for a while, and it is not just Dafeng's clan that can't breathe, Jianghu, and other countries have also been suppressed for a long time.
"Amitabha."
While the monks in the main hall were talking to themselves, in the corner, a middle-aged monk recited the Buddha's name in a long voice:
"Master, there is a way of kingship in Dafeng. If we enter it, there will be waves. We, the Buddha, are compassionate, so why do we need to cause this massacre?"
The middle-aged monk has a compassionate face.
When the other monks heard this, they didn't take it seriously. However, many monks seemed to be very afraid of this person and did not refute him.
"The Wolf Kingdom used to be in constant war, and every tribe was in danger. Why are we united now and there will be no more wars?"
Only then did the old monk shake his head slightly and said:
"Humans have endless desires, and desires give rise to endless suffering and troubles. Buddhas don't need all these. How can a king rule the world like a Buddha who saves the world?"
"I, the Buddha, are so merciful, how can I see swords and weapons rising in the world?"
The middle-aged monk sighed:
"The Buddha saved the world, but we are not the Buddha."
The other monks immediately changed their expressions and retorted one after another. They did not speak until they saw Chakravartin King's eyes lowered.
"Lausanne!"
King Chakravartin looked at the middle-aged monk and said slowly:
"There are many sufferings in the world, but only the Buddha can save the world. The disaster of weapons and weapons in the world, the suffering and fate of the world, should be borne by me."
"Master is merciful! My Buddha is merciful!"
All the monks put their palms together with reverence on their faces.
Luosang bowed slightly and said no more.
"You can't carry it..."
Suddenly, a gentle sigh echoed in the hall.
This sigh was extremely gentle, and while it echoed, it suppressed the sounds in the entire hall.
Everyone's expression changed. They looked around, but they couldn't see where the person who made the sound was. However, the countless monks and serfs outside the hall seemed not to have heard the sigh and were still doing what they were doing. own things.
"This this......."
Only then did the old monk's expression change, and his heart suddenly felt ripples.
This voice sounded from my heart, and it was not through the void.
The person is still thousands of miles away.
This is truly a thousand-mile sound transmission. There is probably only one person in this world who can do this.
The most powerful Taoist in the world.
he came? !
Click~
The Buddha beads in the palm of the wheel-turning king no longer rotated, and a wheel behind his head slowly rose up like a sun wheel, spreading light. He clasped his hands and looked into the distance:
"It turns out you haven't left yet..."
In his eyes, the energy flowed, and the light and shadow were outlined, as if following an inexplicable energy, he saw the prairie thousands of miles away.
The cloudless sky is above, and the endless grassland is below.
In the vast sky and earth, an old figure with white clothes and white hair slowly came from a distance.
While the Wheel-turning King was looking out, the figure in white slowly raised his head, and his faint eyes seemed to see the Wheel-turning King thousands of miles away, on the throne of the main hall.
The King of Chakravartin is sitting in Chakravartin Mountain, his mind is infinitely high, and he seems to be blended with the boundless energy of the earth, towering like a living god or Buddha.
"You shouldn't have come."
Seeing An Qisheng's current state, Chakravartin King's eyes rippled and he sighed slightly:
"Being invincible for life should not end in the hands of a poor monk..."
He has been working on Zhuanlun Mountain for a hundred years. The entire Zhuanlun Mountain is his dojo, and the boundless prairie is his Buddhist kingdom.
In his current state, how could he be his opponent here?
"This is such a wonderful world, how can we part with it if we don't take a closer look before leaving?"
An Qisheng's eyes were as calm as his words.
His body is extremely old, and all his energy and energy have been condensed in the King Quan Sword. At this time, he is like a mortal body, and his breath is not stronger than the grass and trees on the roadside, and the sand and gravel on the ground.
The human heart is inherently weak and is made strong by all external factors, strength, martial arts, physique, power, and wealth.
The person who determines martial arts, dominates the world, has a firm will, is richest in the world, and has the power of money. He is the center of attention in any situation. He has a strong mind and power. Once ordered, he will remain silent for thousands of miles, and mourn for thousands of miles. They also have the desire to take life and death.
However, what if these are lost?
How many people are mentally stronger than before?
The state of mind will be reversed.
At this time, An Qisheng's state of mind will no longer change. No encounter or anything will have any impact on his mind.
Thousands of miles apart, the two have a close heart.
Feeling An Qisheng's thoughts, the Wheel King's eyes had deep ripples.
At this moment, he had the illusion that the old Taoist priest who had lost everything was actually stronger.
Standing between heaven and earth, he looks like a Bodhisattva or a Buddha.
"The human heart is only dangerous, the Taoist heart is only small, but the essence is only one, and it is allowed to hold on. The invincibility of a person does not lie in his body or martial arts, but in his heart!"
An Qisheng's eyes were indifferent:
"If you can't see through this, you won't be able to become a permanent resident of the world!"
"The Great Realm is permanent! You don't understand Buddhism, how can you achieve it?"
The Wheel King's expression finally changed.
In the Ferris wheel method, there are six realms: "seeing people," "seeing me," "seeing sentient beings," "seeing heaven and earth," "I can connect with heaven and earth," and "the great world is permanent."
However, even though he has been practicing for a hundred years, has seen all sentient beings, and has access to the heaven and earth, surpassing all previous predecessors, even the founder of the wheel-turning method, Da Mo Tian, he still cannot peek into the supreme realm where the great world resides.
Is this Taoist King Quan accomplished?
"All Taoisms are interlinked, and there is no difference between Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. Only by implementing your own mind can you achieve great freedom!"
An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows:
"A certain sage called it, the unity of knowledge and action!"
"Great freedom?"
The Wheel King's eyes were condensed.
These four words are ordinary, but it seems that my life can be seen in them.
If I want to open a Buddhist kingdom in the world, how can I not unite knowledge and action?
Buzz~
He clasped his palms together, and the light wheel behind his head shone brightly, shining like the sun on the entire Zhuanlun Mountain, piercing through dozens of miles of clouds.
Between the outlines of light and shadow, the shadow of a giant Buddha seemed to appear between heaven and earth!
The giant Buddha sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain, its body is like a mountain, its head towers into the clouds, majestic and endless, and the light of the Buddha shines on the earth.
Suddenly, countless believers in Zhuanlun Mountain, as well as countless nearby tribes and the Golden Wolf Court, knelt on the ground and kowtowed and chanted with infinite piety.
"In this life, poor monk, I only hope that the world will return to the Buddha. Fellow Taoist, since you are leaving, why bother to stop me?"
The King of Chakravartin emits the majestic sound of the Buddha, and his divine will is combined with the heavenly destiny. It falls like the hand of heaven, reaching everywhere.
The sound of Buddha is everywhere, and it has inspired countless believers to worship more devoutly.
"With your spiritual cultivation to this point, even the great Motian will kneel in front of you in this world. You are worthy of being an unprecedented genius on the prairie..."
An Qisheng looked at the sea of clouds and couldn't help but nod:
"Unfortunately, the more this happens, the less likely you will be able to survive..."
People like Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, King Zhuan Lun, and Han Changgong are all the best in the world. Soldiers, gods, humans, and divine soldiers may be able to defeat them, but their pure intentions and talents may not match them.
Compared to Pang Wanyang, Wheelrunner King seems a bit inferior.
But being able to integrate a country and integrate politics and religion is more thorough than the Pope of Chiyun Kingdom, and he is a truly unparalleled figure.
The foundation of the King's Quan Dao is not deep, and Jiang Tingting and others have not been able to grow up. Even if they can defeat them with the King's Quan Sword, there will inevitably be swords everywhere in the world, and all their hard work will be in vain.
Although he wants to leave, he will not leave a mess behind, euphemistically calling him a training disciple.
Because all living beings in the world are experienced disciples, his face is not that big.
"in this way......"
Among the sea of clouds, the Buddha's head hung down and he sighed:
"Where is the big world of Taoist friends?"
"Where my heart is, where my body is, that is the Taoist place, that is the Buddha's kingdom, that is the cave, that is the blessed land..."
An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm.
Buzz~
As An Qisheng slowly raised his hand, an indescribable faint buzzing sound echoed through Zhuanlun Mountain.
Countless people who have high levels of Xinxing cultivation feel something in their hearts and suddenly feel great fear in their hearts. On the contrary, those who have average Xinxing cultivation do not feel it at all.
"Um?!"
And the Wheel-turning King, who has cultivated his mind to an extremely high level, feels unprecedentedly great!
Be there!
At this moment, everything An Qisheng felt happened to him!
The blood energy drops, the true energy disappears, the energy pulses become sluggish, the muscles and bones become weak, and the spirit drops...
It seems that in just an instant, everything has been cut off from him and he has become a complete mortal!
fear!
Great horror!
The most terrifying thing in the world is not not getting it, but getting it and losing it again!
A prince was reduced to a beggar, the most powerful man in the world was reduced to a useless person, and a wealthy man was reduced to fighting with dogs for food!
This is the scariest thing in the world!
Chakravartin King has a strong mind and has been killed by him the moment fear appears.
He knows that all of this is fantasy and none of it is true, but if his state of mind is broken, all of this will become true!
Psychic confrontation is so dangerous!
"Ah!
Mi!
Tuo!
Buddha! "
The King of Chakravartin chants the name of the Buddha, and as the halo behind his head turns, golden lotuses seem to bloom, and the sound of the Buddha's chanting becomes a masterpiece.
Faintly, there seemed to be monks, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas emerging around him.
The sea of clouds seems to have become a Buddhist country!
Outside the Wheel Mountain, there are countless deep-rooted believers in the power of the Wheel King, and the serfs worship him and kowtow endlessly.
Suddenly, shadows flowed down between the sea of clouds, as if there were huge pillars reaching up to the sky and the earth, penetrating the sea of clouds and the sky, covering the Buddha land and the Buddha country.
A plain voice covered the sky full of Buddhist chants:
"Come!"
Countless believers were shocked. The huge pillars were clearly fingers. The one covering the Buddha soil and holding the Buddha was an infinite palm!
boom!
There seemed to be thousands of thunders exploding at the same time, and when the fingers were pinched together, everything disappeared.
Countless people looked up to the sky, only to feel that the sky and the earth were empty, the sea of clouds was still there, the breeze was gentle, there was no Buddhist country, giant palm, everything seemed to be just an illusion.
It's like nothing happened!
For a time, countless people were in a daze, not knowing whether it was true or false.
"Master!"
"Master!"
In the Wheel-turning Hall, all the golden light around the Wheel-turning King disappeared, and the halo behind his head eclipsed and fell to the ground. Many monks were shocked and exclaimed in grief.
"Amitabha."
Amidst the sounds of grief, King Chakravartin managed to open his eyes and pointed his withered fingers at Luosang in the corner:
"Before I return, you will hold the Wheel Seal and become the King of Wheels..."
Before he finished speaking, he had closed his eyes, and his breath and golden light fell to the bottom together, seeming to disappear.
Huhu~
On the prairie, An Qisheng slowly held his hands, and Zen chants seemed to be coming from his fingers.
The place where my heart is is the dojo. The dojo can be the fingers, the internal organs, or any place. It does not have to be mountains and rivers as the carrier.
He put his hands behind his back, hunched over, and slowly disappeared at the end of the horizon:
"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color..."
What is matter and what is space?
Humans live between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are spaces. There are still countless microorganisms living in the human body. Are humans space?
All things are interdependent, just as there is yang within yin and yin within yang.
Space is empty, matter is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, true and false, empty, empty, color and color, that’s all.
The Wheel-turning King still cares about one mountain, one place, one country and one family.
But he didn't even care about heaven and earth.
........
Thirty-three months is not a very long time.
For many people, it is not enough to even go out of one state, but for some people, it is enough to travel all over the country and overseas.
In the Golden Wolf Kingdom, he discussed Taoism with the King of Chakravartin, in the Great Yan Kingdom, he played chess with the king and his masters, in the Red Cloud Kingdom, he sat and drank tea with the Pope, chatting about the world...
Hailou Country, Ding Country, Ten Thousand Countries, the Boundless Desert, the Endless Sea... and other places have also left his footprints.
Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming and even the disciples of Wang Quan Dao of all generations are looking for the whereabouts of An Qisheng.
Unfortunately, nothing was found and An Qisheng's whereabouts could no longer be found. .
Time is like an arrow, years are like a shuttle, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, three thousand years...
Three thousand years passed in a flash.
Throughout the dynasties, there are people who have said with certainty that they have met the legendary Taoist Wang Quan. Unfortunately, most of them are rumors. But even so, every time there is news about Taoist Wang Quan, the world will still be turbulent, attracting countless people to go looking for him.
In the past three thousand years, with the spread of 'Lingmi' and some exercises spread by Wang Quan Dao, martial arts in the world have changed from generation to generation, countless heroes have emerged one after another, and the new ones are better than the old ones.
The Eight-Handed King's Power Sword has become the target of countless martial arts people in the world. Every one hundred years, the Eight-Handed King's Power Sword will flow into the world, looking for the most amazing and talented disciples to inherit and perfect the skills. .
Therefore, the way of royal power has always stood firm and has been powerful in the world for three thousand years.
In the past three thousand years, even though talented people have emerged one after another, and dragons and snakes have risen from the land, no one can claim the title of emperor.
Three thousand three hundred years later, in a town in Daqing Kingdom, Yanhua Prefecture, and Jiannan Prefecture, the Tong family gave birth to a child named Zhengyang. In the same year, in the palace of royal power, the Xun sword buzzed.
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