"Ah... I said boy, you want to murder the old man!"
Lao Dao, who was pushed up into the air by a huge force in an instant, couldn't help but roar.
But at this moment, Li Xiuyuan was clasping his fingers together and extending his index fingers to meet each other. Subconsciously, he wanted to deal with this boulder in a different way.
The spiritual power of heaven and earth in the wild mountains is condensed into a force to subdue demons and eliminate demons with the power of Buddhist nirvana.
Just when the old Taoist was screaming in the air, Li Xiuyuan cursed: "Lin...go to hell!"
Li Xiuyuan, who was furious, slapped the handprint of the boulder with his palm. The old Taoist was stunned, and the boulder suddenly cracked from the middle...
Only the stone steps filled with white mist were exposed, instead of the rocks falling apart and turning into pieces rolling down the mountain as Li Xiuyuan expected.
He retracted his slightly stiff hands and looked at the blurred handwriting quietly, thinking to himself, do you really want me to swear and use brute force before Ken can obediently make way for me?
Seeing that none of the four palm prints of Buddhism matched up with this one, Li Xiuyuan, in desperation, blasted the palm print in the divine sea onto the boulder.
But he inadvertently opened the passage in front of him.
"Boom!" sounded like a big mountain pressing on his back, but the old man who was instantly knocked away by him fell down.
"Do you want to kill me? Or do you want to regret it?"
The old Taoist priest patted Li Xiuyuan on the shoulder, frowned and shouted: "You have only climbed three thousand stone steps to less than nine hundred. Think carefully, do you want to continue?"
Li Xiuyuan took an extremely firm step forward and replied coldly: "I've climbed so much, how can I give up halfway?"
The old Taoist nodded and replied thoughtfully: "Did you know that what you just did was like an idiot? If I hadn't reacted, I would have died in your hands."
Li Xiuyuan grinned, stepped over, and walked into the cracked stone.
He said coldly: "Senior, I think you are here to torture me on purpose, right?"
The old Taoist shook his head: "How is that possible? Who told you to be an idiot? I always avoid him every time. Who told you to fight with him?"
"You're trying to trick me. When I asked you, you didn't say you could go around."
"Are you an idiot? You don't know how to use your brain?"
"Senior, do you believe it or not, I will accidentally fall down when I get to the front and let you roll down on your own?"
"Idiot, do you try? This mountain will turn over and crush you for five hundred years!"
"Don't worry, I'm not a monster."
"I think you are a monster."
…
Shandao fell silent for a moment.
The stone steps in front are still quietly hidden in the clouds and mist, and they have become steeper. They are no longer as wide as before, and you can even lie down and rest on them.
If what the veteran said is right, there are still more than two thousand levels that he needs to conquer next.
Looking up at the sky, the sky is still cloudy and there is not a trace of sunshine falling to illuminate the road ahead.
It seemed that by the time he climbed up the last stone step, it would be night.
Originally, he didn't pay attention to the old Taoist at the foot of the mountain and went to another place to explore, but the old Taoist's words aroused his fighting spirit and curiosity.
"Think about it, curiosity really kills people." Li Xiuyuan muttered to himself.
The old man behind him was obviously snoring, and in the blink of an eye, he went back to dreaming.
Even so, he didn't think about talking to the old man about the previous situation.
Instead, I thought that I was indeed a bit of an idiot. Why didn't I look carefully to the left and right and try to go around both sides of the boulder?
These thoughts together gave him a sudden feeling of enlightenment.
It seems that if you encounter trouble in the future, you really can't just think about going straight and shouldering it. Perhaps it would be simpler to take a detour and change the way of thinking.
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile: "Senior, you are also an idiot. You put your life in my hands. If my feet slip, wouldn't you lose half of your life?"
Above the nine heavens, under the green pear tree.
The old monk shook his head and murmured: "This guy has always been lucky. By the way, what skills did you, the master, teach him? Why didn't I notice?"
The old Taoist priest's voice was a little hoarse and he said proudly: "I taught him how to walk on his own and how to find a way out in adversity."
Ignoring him, the old monk continued: "So, it was you who taught him that divine palm just now?"
"No, that's what he understood himself. Even if he wants to teach him, he has to wait until he leaves Mount Sumeru."
The old Taoist priest sighed and said: "Sometimes, what I like is not his courage to move forward, but the divine strokes that appear from time to time."
"Where's that unreliable old man? Was he the one you sent to torment Li Xiuyuan?"
The old monk suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask: "For example, the mysterious woman who made a bet with the old monk, and Sanzang in Dayun Temple..."
"Monk, you are overthinking. That young monk is going to get Buddhist scriptures, not somewhere to seek Taoist scriptures. You have to ask those guys in the Buddhist country about this, not me."
The old Taoist priest took out a jar of spiritual wine, opened it, and slowly poured it into the cup.
As the aroma of the wine gradually began to rise, he said: "My disciple is sober and decided to just accompany him for a journey instead of accompanying him all the way to the pure land of Buddhism in the mind of the monk."
The old monk became anxious and corrected: "You know that's not the case there."
The old Taoist priest disagreed. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. After savoring the faint fragrance of flowers, he smiled with satisfaction.
He replied: "That is the Pure Land of Buddha in the minds of the world. Naturally, it is not the place in your heart."
The old monk agreed, pointed to Li Xiuyuan on the mountain path and asked, "How much help will these techniques they have created to his practice?"
The old Taoist priest disagreed and put the wine glass on the table in front of the old monk.
After thinking for a while, he said: "My disciple once said something at the foot of the snow-capped mountains in the ancient world. I think it is very interesting."
"What are you talking about?" the old monk asked, holding the wine glass.
"He said that it is idle on a rainy day. Those men on the grassland will occasionally take care of their disobedient children when they are not grazing."
The old Taoist priest said seriously: "His Taoist heart is always wallowing in the fireworks of the world. It's rare for someone to sharpen it for me. It's very good."
The old monk sighed: "No wonder, you are an unreliable master."
…
In the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, Li Xiuyuan was still climbing up the mountains step by step.
He no longer looked back, determined to wait until he climbed to the top of the mountain and then look back at Liangzhou City not far down the mountain.
I even couldn't help but wonder, is it possible that there really is a Taoist temple on this mountain, as Xiao Hei said back then, on Qingniu Mountain in Northern Qi?
It's just that the old Taoist priest who left was not considered an immortal in terms of the Great Zhou Dynasty back then, right?
At this moment, a black cloud came from nowhere in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world became like night.
It was even darker than the night because there was no moonlight or stars in the sky.
It's a bit like the days when he was cultivating Buddhism under the abyss.
The dark night came at a moment's notice, and it was as fast as a rain shower, giving him no time to think.
Even darker than under the abyss, whining sounds came from the mountains. Although there were no skeletons in front of the Wangxiang Terrace, there was a cold air spreading on the mountain road.
The cold air hidden in the dark windy night, like countless dark swords, instantly made Li Xiuyuan's body stiffen.
I wonder, are you playing with me in the dark? Little did I know that I also liked the smell of this night.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Senior, is this black mist in front of you caused by you?"
There was a snoring sound behind him, and it was obvious that the old man was dreaming again.
In his opinion, with a guy as powerful as Li Xiuyuan, he didn't need to think about the troubles he was facing.
Gradually, the last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by the darkness in front of him, and a sword energy struck with a whoosh.
"Every appearance is false!"
Stepping onto the first stone step, Li Xiuyuan shouted quietly: "The wise sun breaks through the darkness, can suppress disasters, wind and fire, and illuminates the world..."
With a sound of "Buzz!", a Buddha light appeared around him.
The Buddha's light filled the air like a golden bell, enveloping Li Xiuyuan and also the old Taoist.
Looking from a distance, I saw a faint golden light slowly moving upward on the mountain road where night fell, like the sun in the sky falling into the world.
Came to the Great Wilderness Mountain.
The silent Buddha's light comes from making the sword energy in the dark night fly towards the scorching sun like snowflakes all over the sky.
It's like a moth flying toward a burning oil lamp.
It was still dark on the mountain road, but Li Xiuyuan did not stop walking.
Every step you take between the steep stone steps is like walking down the Buddhist altar to Ksitigarbha, coming quietly from the dark night.
Even the ray of divine consciousness hidden in the divine sea had to sigh quietly.
He thought to himself: "You are really kind. You made me anxious for you, but I didn't expect you to find a way out of the dark night on your own."
In Ksitigarbha's view, it was a pity that Li Xiuyuan in front of him did not enter Buddhism.
For thousands of years, there have been very few monks who can cultivate the formless golden body to perfection.
Not to mention that the young man in front of him has already begun to practice the body of nirvana.
The three thousand stone steps in front of him were like a chasm for monks, but they became the whetstone for Li Xiuyuan to cultivate the body of nirvana.
The old Taoist behind him also murmured to himself: "Yes, I didn't expect this guy to be a disciple of Buddhism."
"What, are you tempted?"
In Lao Dao's divine sea, a voice also sounded: "If what he experienced before was just a test of his wisdom, now it is a real cultivation level."
The mysterious voice continued: "You also know that in such a dark night, such sword energy can kill people."
The old Taoist sighed and said: "What are you in a hurry? I just managed to climb two thousand steps. The last thousand stone steps are the most fatal."
"That's not necessarily the case." The mysterious voice smiled faintly and disappeared into the sea of the spirit of the old man with the wind.
The old Taoist murmured: "Even if he wins this round of mine, he may not be able to win the next round, haha."
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan had closed his eyes, and while reciting Buddhist scriptures, he condensed the power of nirvana into a stream of water in the mountains.
Stepping on the stone steps, you feel like a stream flowing through the rocks in the mountains.
The whistling wind on the mountain road, the cold night, and the sword that struck from the dark night from time to time, could not pass through the Buddhist golden bell in front of him.
The vast three thousand stone steps, the boundless night, and the golden bell transformed by the Buddha's light in front of him formed two worlds.
Even if the outside world is a dark night, an abyss, and a dark sword and a bright sword!
The old Taoist priest above the Nine Heavens waved his hand and no longer worried about his precious disciple.
The old monk smiled faintly and drank the spirit wine in the glass in one gulp: "I'm going to see what Mingzhu is doing. I can't let her follow me and be lazy."
Seeing that Li Xiuyuan, who went to the Tang Dynasty to cultivate his mind, was so desperate, the old monk became worried for his disciple.
The old Taoist priest smiled faintly: "How can the flowers hidden in the greenhouse compare to my disciple?"
On the mountain road, Li Xiuyuan, who was walking in the dark night, couldn't help but roared like a diamond: "Think of the power of Guanyin, and all the resentments will disappear!"
"Buzz!" sounded.
But after he stepped on the two thousand stone steps behind him, there were countless Buddhist scriptures shining with golden light, flying up at this moment!
Facing the vast black night, it turned into thousands of golden swords and slashed away instantly!
