Send Buddha to the West.
It's just that the Buddha is probably in the west.
When the Tianyan car driven by Chen He and Zhuang Baiyi finally approached the foot of such a high mountain, the young man finally saw him carrying a sword in the wind and snow, walking alone on such a stone road with great difficulty. South German song.
At this point, Chen He could clearly see the extremely complicated Buddhist techniques rising from under the snow on the stone road. They were wrapped around Nan Dequ's feet like shackles, locking the man who came with the light of his sword. There.
No wonder Zhuang Baiyi said at that time that once the divine sea was ignited and turned into sword light, he would be trapped here in a dilemma.
But before Chen He could stand up on the Tianyan car and wave to Nan Dequ, the black-robed swordsman beside him chuckled lightly. Before he had time to react, he suddenly unsheathed his sword and turned into a black arc of light, slashing at the sword cultivator who had no idea about the sea of gods.
Only then did Nan Dequ finally hear some unusual sounds in the misty wind and snow. The moment he raised his head, the thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator had already grasped his sword, just like that. The sword was too sudden and too fast. Even if Nan Dequ realized it, it would still be too late.
Ruyuan's sword broke through the wind and snow, and suddenly appeared in front of Nan Dequ.
But the next moment, a pair of ears suddenly flew out of Nan Dequ's arms, like a frozen butterfly in the snow.
There were many Buddhist sounds on the stone path, but they were quickly cut away by the sword and disappeared.
Even the pair of ears from the white-clothed monk flew away with one sword and fell into the wind and snow far away without knowing where to go.
It was just that the sharp sword that came like that, after cutting off the pair of ears, also lost its momentum. Nan Dequ turned sideways in a hurry and missed the sword.
The black sword passed over the sword cultivator and landed on the snow-stormed stone road not far away, nailing it crookedly.
Nan Dequ turned back to look at the trembling sword nailed on the stone road, and then looked at the distance of the stone road. He had already stepped out of Chen He's Tianyan car and was quietly heading towards this place. Here comes the black-robed sword cultivator.
This sword cultivator who came all the way from Nanyi City and stayed in the wind and snow for a long time was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior Brother Zhuang."
Zhuang Baiyi walked calmly in the wind and snow, raising his hand and pointing with five fingers in the direction of the sword, as if he wanted to call the sword back, but by the time he got here, those Buddhist magical powers had indeed already Extremely powerful.
The sword just trembled behind Nande Qu and did not fall into the hands of the black-robed swordsman.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't pay attention, lowered his hand under the black robe, and said lightly: "I thought you wouldn't call me Senior Brother like this..."
Chen He couldn't hear clearly the conversation between the two in the wind and snow. He wanted to start the Tianyan car and move forward, but found that the sword cultivator had stopped the sword fire that boiled water for the Tianyan machine. Chen He sighed. With a sound, I had no choice but to jump out of the car, step into the deep snow, and push the wheelchair forward like a plow shaft.
As the sword fire disappeared, the wheels of Tianyan's car tended to freeze again. It took Chen He a long time to finally push the car to the side of the two.
But these two brothers didn't say anything anymore.
Nande stood silently in the wind and snow with his sword behind his back. Zhuang Baiyi calmly walked away from this junior brother, holding the sword behind Nan Dequ, and with his sword intent flowing, he pulled out the sword.
The stone path was filled with the clanging sound of swords.
Chen He was a little worried that Zhuang Baiyi would do something again, but probably such a thing did not happen. Such a sword cultivator just wiped the slush on the sword calmly, then put it into the sheath, and moved forward without looking back. go.
Only then did Chen He finally see what the end of the stone path looked like.
There are ancient and silent temple gates covered in deep heavy snow. The original color of the buildings in the country of snow is probably not important anymore - everything is a very empty white as a matter of course. , perhaps there will be some faint blackness mixed in between.
Chen He looked there in surprise for a moment, turned to look at Nan Dequ who was silent and asked: "Is that the mountain gate of Ami Temple?"
Nan Dequ took a deep breath, glanced in the direction where the pair of ears flew, turned back, and stood there with Chen He, looking in the direction of the black-robed sword cultivator.
"Maybe so."
The sword cultivator added another sentence.
"But we can't get in."
Chen He actually remembered what Zhuang Baiyi said when he appeared earlier.
The ancient Buddhist path is full of Buddhist magic and magical powers. Whether it is the light of the sword or the rhyme of the path, it will be suppressed to a certain extent. So when I walked an inch in front of the mountain gate, all my energy was exhausted, and I could not advance or retreat.
If the divine sea is not ignited, it will be impossible to pass through the blocked magical powers on the wind and snow ancient roads. If the divine sea is ignited, there will be no spare energy to push the door open.
It's just that sometimes the dilemmas in the world are just limited by current perceptions.
This is the reason why such a swordsman sincerely asked Chen He to borrow the Tianyan Car.
Chen He stood there curiously, looking at the black-robed swordsman in the snow, perhaps really curious about how he would open such a dusty door.
But when Zhuang Baiyi, who came all the way in a Tianyan car, walked closer and closer to such a mountain gate in the wind and snow with his sword in hand, and countless heaven and earth energy and sword intent gradually emerged from his body, the answer seemed obvious. Yes.
Of course he knocked on the door with his sword.
But as those sword intentions began to flow around the black-robed sword cultivator, the wind and snow from all directions in the world also came in force, and with an extremely dull and depressing atmosphere, they fell on such an ancient snowy road.
The sword power surrounding Zhuang Bai's body was gradually fading away.
only.
It's just that such a sword cultivator is too close to such a mountain gate.
The wind and snow on the stone lantern outside the mountain gate was gradually cut away by the cross-flowing sword intent, revealing the wind and snow-beaten patterns underneath. It seemed that the light of the Buddhist lantern was faintly ignited in it, swaying in the wind and snow. With.
This reminded Chen He of the oil lamps that he remembered hanging on the front of the car before, but they were blown away by the wind at some point and fell to where they were.
This young man who was supposed to be idle fell into deep thought when he looked at the black-robed sword cultivator who was confronting the mountain gate.
"Should we stop him?"
Nan Dequ stood in the wind and snow and coughed softly - such a sword cultivator who ignited the Divine Sea and traveled through it, after the Divine Sea was empty, he was a little bit cold by the wind and snow.
While coughing, he looked melancholy at the demon cultivator of the Sword Sect who was unmoved amidst the thousands of wind and snow, and said softly: "If I could have stopped him, I would have pulled it out long ago. The sword."
The sword cultivator Shen Hai Kongkong was naturally powerless to fight back against a great demon sword cultivator who had recovered.
"only hope....."
Nan Dequ looked again in the direction where the pair of ears had been chopped off.
"That master can hear the wind here..."
Chen He said with a strange expression: "Even his ears were chopped off, how could he hear?"
Even Chen He could see the meaning of Zhuang Baiyi's sword when they met.
After all, the scars on the black-robed swordsman's eyebrows were very sincere.
He probably couldn't defeat the great monk, but there was no problem in defeating a pair of ears.
Nan Dequ fell silent, looked at Chen He and said, "How about you come?"
Chen He's expression became more and more weird. He looked at Nan Dequ and said, "Senior brother, are you kidding me? Why am I here to make a big cart of sizzling tofu on the spot and support him to death?"
Nan Dequ was probably joking. Hearing Chen He's words, he just smiled bitterly, and then slowly walked towards the mountain gate with his sword on his back and faced the wind and snow - the sound of Buddha was very loud in the wind and snow. It's huge, but for a sword cultivator with an empty divine sea, he probably doesn't have too many constraints. Therefore, although Nande Qu walks very slowly, he probably won't be as flamboyant as the one whose sword intent is like raising fire in the long night. Go to Zhuang Baiyi to bear the pressure of all kinds of wind and snow.
Chen He raised his eyebrows and looked at this empty sword cultivator. Although he was saying all kinds of things that could not be stopped, Nan Dequ still sincerely raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him - this was probably the sword in his hand. ,The greatest advantage.
Even if your spirit is empty, even if your sword spirit is weak, you can still hold such a sword seriously.
Nan Dequ didn't ask Chen He why he sent such a sword cultivator here. He just walked towards the end of the ancient wind and snow road while holding the sword in a posture ready to be drawn out at any time.
"Senior brother."
This thirty-six-year-old man has tried many times in the roaring wind and snow, but has not been able to truly break through. As for the sword cultivator in the Three-fold Daocheng Realm, he is very serious about calling such a black-robed sword cultivator.
Zhuang Baiyi seemed not to have heard of it, but was dressed in chaos in black robes. He was holding a sword, carrying endless sword intent, contending with those windy and snowy Buddhist sounds. In the countless scenes of sword intent and Buddha Dharma intersecting and spreading, he walked step by step towards Go to the mountain gate.
Nan Dequ did not continue to shout, but held his sword and braved the wind and snow step by step to follow the footsteps of such a sword sect brother he had never met before.
Chen He stood there melancholy, looking at his tattered Tianyan car, and hesitating whether he should continue walking forward.
After hesitating for a long time, Chen He still huddled in the Tianyan car.
After all, it looked like a fight was about to start there, so it would be better for him to stay away.
Chen He pushed the Tianyan car back again, then picked up some rabbit fur and covered his head, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, where he squinted at the stories at the end of the ancient snowy road.
Covered with heavy snow for more than a thousand years, the stone lanterns in front of the extremely thick mountain gate seemed to indeed light up, swaying erratically like some oil lamps in the wind and snow.
There are countless vast Buddhist sounds on those snow-stormed stone roads, and countless scriptures are coming from under the snow, turning into an extremely powerful sealing meaning, trying to stop such a sword cultivator in front of the mountain gate.
Perhaps the pressure of the entire snowy world has fallen on the sword cultivator who raised the fire in the dark night - in the blurred snow, the posture of such a sword cultivator has changed from lifting the sword to dragging the sword, like the abyss. The sword dragged in the wind and snow, colliding with the scripture stone path under the snow, as if the sword was drawn out countless times extremely quickly.
The wind and snow howled.
But Nan Dequ, who was behind Zhuang Baiyi, walked very slowly and peacefully. The distance between the two was only a few dozen feet, but it seemed like they were separated by a distant world.
Zhuang Baiyi suddenly stopped and turned around. There was an extremely indifferent emotion in the pupils of his sharp-edged face, which was bruised and swollen by the monk.
"Go forward, even if you don't enter the Great Dao, I will have no choice but to kill you, junior brother."
When Nan Dequ heard such words, he raised his eyebrows, and the hand that had been raised behind him actually held the sword more firmly.
"It seems that senior brother is really under a lot of pressure."
When Ming Yuying was waiting for Cong Yan in the Youhuang Mountains, such a sword cultivator would not look at him even if he was stabbed by a sword.
Probably that Southern Chu spirit shaman would really find it hard to put any pressure on such a sword cultivator.
However, just before the battle between Cong Ren and Shen He in the East China Sea, a certain opera singer who came to watch the show in great interest was killed by a sword before they met, and he ran back to the island in embarrassment.
Although Le Chaotian was beheaded in a very humiliating manner, was it not because this Taoist who viewed mountains and seas into the Thirteen Layers did make Cong Ren feel some pressure?
The story before Fengxue Ancient Temple may still be the same.
As Nan Dequ said these words, the meaning in Zhuang Baiyi's eyes became a little colder.
The sword cultivator who hid the light of expectation that he wanted to drive Chen He's Tianyan car, and the sword cultivator with the extremely cold light in his eyes now, could of course be the same person.
But what was probably colder than Zhuang Baiyi's expression was the kind of snow-colored paleness that gradually appeared on the face of such a sword cultivator.
Chen He nestled in Tianyan's car, hiding under a pile of rabbit furs. He suddenly understood why Nan Dequ had not stopped the black-robed sword cultivator before, but when he was heading towards the mountain gate, he followed him with his sword in hand. The reason for going up.
Naturally, Nan Dequ had also been near the mountain gate, and he knew exactly what kind of pressure he would face there.
So he tightened his grip on the sword on his back and followed him leisurely through the wind and snow.
But Chen He is probably also very curious. If your divine sea is ignited and you are just holding the sword, what's the use?
Can you suddenly jump up and show off your Qingtian Taoist skills and say that I am actually an undercover agent of the Qingtian Taoist Sword Sect lurking in the world?
The thirty-six-year-old swordsman just walked forward calmly.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't know why, but he subconsciously glanced at Chen He who was nestled under the fur of those rabbits.
Chen He looked strange.
What are you looking at?
Of course Zhuang Baiyi didn't look at anything. He glanced at it and then calmly withdrew his gaze.
But before such a sword cultivator could turn around in the wind and snow, a very subtle and very light sound suddenly came from the extremely howling and messy wind and snow.
Chen He looked at Nan Dequ in surprise, who had been holding the sword in his backhand.
Such a voice came from the body of such a sword cultivator.
Even Zhuang Baiyi also watched Nan Dequ again.
Although the sound was very subtle, it was also very clear.
This reminded Chen He subconsciously of a blister, a blister that appeared out of thin air and burst suddenly. Or maybe in a clear stream flowing gently at the foot of a mountain, a dragonfly suddenly kissed the water surface from nowhere.
This sword cultivating body that was originally empty in the divine sea suddenly had some sword intent that was like a resurrection from the ashes, swirling many whirlpools of wind and snow.
Zhuang Baiyi raised his eyebrows.
In the wind and snow, the thirty-six-year-old Nine Realm Sword Cultivator drew his sword.
The sword shines brilliantly.
"Knowing that you can't do something but doing it..."
Nan Dequ looked at the black-robed swordsman in the snow with a firm and calm expression.
"This is probably the romance of sword cultivators, senior brother."
The sword went away quickly.
...
The great monk in thin white clothes was still sitting there upright, and Ming Huifeng was sitting on the opposite cliff with a breath of air - this Nanchu spirit shaman was indeed severely injured at the beginning, and he has been suppressed by the Dharma of this white-clothed monk. As a result, he had been alienated from the power of the Styx in the human world for a long time, and his injuries naturally worsened irreparably day by day.
Ming Mayfly sat there leaning against the cliff with dull eyes, perhaps thinking that he was clearly far away from the River Styx, why did he feel so close?
He felt that he might have also seen a black boot-like boat coming upstream from the River Styx in a trance.
Coming slowly in such a sea of wind and snow.
Although Ming Mayfly had already thought about such an outcome when she and Zhuang Baiyi came to Luming to face the storm.
But when he really seemed to see such a black boat, his heart was still infinitely sad.
Even if people of the Huangliang Witch and Ghost Path are close to gods and ghosts, and close to the River Styx, it does not mean that they yearn to go to such a big river.
Ming ephemera is of course also a worldly person.
People in the Witch Ghost Way are often devout and fanatical, but they are not as sharp and decisive as a swordsman, nor are they as indifferent as Taoists who regard life and death.
It is not as good as those Buddhists who regard the afterlife as bliss.
But of course everything is your own choice.
Ming Mayfly thought quietly.
The wind and snow seem to be getting bigger and bigger.
Ming Yufeng was suddenly awakened by the startling voice of a monk in white. The Nanchu spirit wizard, whose bones were all broken, looked at the monk facing the cliff with great difficulty.
The monk was very funny, like a child who lit firecrackers and ran away during the winter New Year, covering his ears suspiciously - even though he actually had no ears.
Ming Mayfly looked at the monk very weakly and asked softly: "What is the master doing?"
The great monk covered his ears and thought for a long time, and then said seriously: "My ears hurt."
If someone hits your ear, of course it will hurt.
This is probably a story with clear cause and effect.
