The warm sun is blowing in the face in early spring. The north is far less warm than the south. The temperature difference between morning and evening is large. The morning breeze in Chenzhuang Town, which is dozens of miles away from Qingzhou in the northeast of Qing Dynasty, is slightly cold. People from all over the world gather in the mist of Wulu Temple. Even if it is as strong as The Grand Master is also powerless. The more eager he is, the easier it is to be confused by illusions and be troubled by fog.
From time to time, fights can be heard in the depths of the thick white mist. The Jianghu people who have been able to get here have proven that they are very powerful.
"Boo~"
When black and white ripples like water waves came from the depths, more than a dozen great masters raised their heads and stopped almost at the same time, looking into the depths through the vast white mist, each showing a different expression.
Yelu Xiao, the great Khitan master, stroked his silver goatee, a trace of melancholy appeared on his face that did not look old, and murmured: "It is really destined by chance!"
He looked up at the black and white ripples of the mist, and recalled the scene when he was a shepherd boy 60 years ago, wearing a beast's coat and climbing the steps. At that time, he was ignorant and thought he had found a fairy fate and could climb to heaven along the stone steps, so he came here He tried to speed up his pace, but he didn't understand that the 360 steps under his feet and the 361 chess pieces meant 361 dragon veins. If he could carefully understand every dragon vein chess piece attached to his body, he would definitely be blessed. It's not shallow, and it's even possible to touch the threshold of the fairyland.
He had been regretful about missing such a good opportunity for half his life, so he decided to come to Qingguo to grab a chance, but in the end, the chance came to nothing.
He was unwilling to give in, and after a brief pause, he quickly stepped forward, with a hint of ruthless determination in his eyes.
On the other side of the fog, the rickety and bald Xixia Emperor Li Dezong didn't say a word. He flicked his gorgeous sleeves and turned back in the depths of the fog. He rarely went out in the world, and this time he just had a trial mentality to see if he could pass the underworld. Heron Temple found an opportunity in the Land of Land Gods, and rushed to it with low expectations. Now that it has not been possible, the gap in his heart is not big.
He walked very quickly, and in just three or two steps he emerged from the fog that had been plaguing him for several hours.
Several great masters have come out. Among them, the two great masters of Confucianism and Buddhism from the Qingguo Temple came out first. The young man who looked similar to the sixth prince Song Maoling stood between them. The two great masters of the temple occasionally talked to him respectfully. The sharp-eyed man Naturally, it was obvious that the young man had an extraordinary status.
The old Heavenly Master is still deep in the thick fog. He is guarding the young geniuses of the Qing Kingdom. In order to prevent others from taking the opportunity to kill them, the Confucian scholars outside help the losers of Yuanyi State Master and greet the other great masters.
The three of them had a clear division of labor. Not long after, Yang Ming, a descendant of an old master from Jiangnan who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, came out of the fog. He waved his broad Confucian sleeves and sighed quietly: "I'm getting older, and I'm even looking at opportunities like this old bone! It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. "
He naturally walked up to the two great Confucian and Buddhist masters from the Qingguo Temple. The Confucian scholar Mu Deqing greeted them with open hands. The two were both Confucian and Taoist great sages, so they had common topics. Yuan Yiguo master served as a foil for the two. Li Dezong, the Great Imperial Master of Xixia, hunched his body and retreated cautiously, keeping a distance from the three men from Qingguo.
However, Mu Deqing and the other three were just talking about the current situation. If the three of them took action at the same time, they would be 90% sure to keep the slave Li Dezong with two surnames. The premise was that no other Jianghu people intervened, so the three eyes were on the remaining great masters. After testing back and forth for a while, Li Dezong noticed it and then retreated cautiously.
Deep in the mist, there were still several great masters who wanted to make a last ditch effort and rushed towards the Wulu Temple with all their might. No one knew who had climbed up the steps. The people in the world who realized it later were either envious or impatient. As the Grand Master quickened his pace.
However, the environment here is not what people want. The more confused the mind, the easier it is to lose direction, including the Grand Master. He wanders around in the fog for several hours without making any progress, and even drifts further and further away. Fortunately, he can pass through the wave-like waves. The black and white ripples correct the direction so that it does not deviate to an outrageous degree.
At the same time, Zhao Zhengli and "Gao Meili" have set foot on more than a hundred stone steps, and finally figured out the magical function of each chess piece. The dragon vein aura contained in it is comparable to a great opportunity. As long as a little movement of the true energy is pulled, the chess pieces can be used. The dragon veins are washed continuously between the acupuncture points, the points are connected in series to form a line, and the lines cover the surface. This method is thousands of times better than the miraculous medicine of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow.
You must know that every chess piece is transformed by dragon veins, which means there are 361 dragon veins. When Zhao Zheng stood in the Emei Cave in Emei Mountain in Sichuan, he only realized one Emei dragon vein and barely realized the spirit of beauty. Although Emei Cave is Immortal charm was born in the blessed land of Cave Heaven, but there are three hundred and sixty-one dragon veins here, but they can't compare to that wisp of immortal energy?
Such a great opportunity was almost wasted by the two of them. The remaining two hundred steps were walked very solemnly, very calmly, and very lightly. There was no verbal communication along the way. They closed their eyes and concentrated on the dragon vein chess pieces on the acupuncture points. Their own true energy leads them to connect with each other. Hundreds of acupuncture points form a chessboard, with dragon energy flowing through them and Tao rhymes flowing continuously.
Zhao Zhengli, who was thorough and meticulous, paused. He found that the black and white chess pieces that met each other had no way to move. It was like a chessboard with nineteen ways. When a piece falls, it generates four qi. The same color connects to form qi, and the different colors pinch and kill the qi. Now he has more than a hundred black and white chess pieces. It was chaotic, the dragon veins were intermittent, and there was a faint attraction that longed to be connected in series.
Zhao Zhengli tried to move the chess piece, but found that he could not move it at all, so he stepped up a step, and a chess piece flew from the end. He identified the acupoint and moved his body so that it could land smoothly on the expected acupoint.
"puff"
One child fell, and the white seeds on the three acupuncture points were connected. The three dragon veins in his body grew strong in an instant. The powerful fluctuations frightened "Gao Meili" of Dali Country, who opened his eyes and looked sideways, staring blankly at the handsome Taoist priest.
"call"
The next moment, a black stone uncontrollably landed on the front of three white stones, cutting off the remaining connection direction of the white stones.
Zhao Zhengli took another step forward decisively, resisting the invisible force to hit his heart, and followed the flying white pieces to steadily attack Heizi from left to right, preparing for eye lifts. Unexpectedly, Heizi passed by and lined up side by side, extending his "qi" Survive.
Is this a distance game?
Play with dragon veins as chess pieces and body acupuncture points as chessboard? What a big deal, and who are you playing against?
Zhao Zhengli looked up at the end of the stone steps with a hint of worry. After all, he was playing chess on himself, and he was somewhat afraid of the unknown.
What happens if you win? What will be the consequences if you lose?
After a little thought, "Gao Meili" understood the rules and followed suit in the game.
At this time, the two of them had stepped on more than 260 stone steps, and there were more than 260 black and white chess pieces attached to their bodies. The two colored chess pieces gradually formed a strangulation trend. You came and I went back and forth. After the middle game, as the The number of hits on their bodies increased, the two of them began to walk clumsily, and the acupuncture points became more and more swollen and painful, as if countless zhenqi were swelling in the acupuncture points, which could burst at any time.
Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.
Big opportunities often come with big risks.
The two of them were like immortals walking on the Tiantian Road. They kept climbing. The ripples of the black and white energy became thicker and spread farther and farther, leaving two mysterious silhouettes for hundreds of people in the mist. Many people began to choose to give up and feel lost. Leave the foggy place.
At this point, the fog is a little thinner, and the blurred scenery around the cliff can be faintly seen, including a messy mountain road, a winding gurgling stream, and blood-stained corpses, adding a bit of chilling and murderous atmosphere to the mysterious Black Heron Temple.
Due to the light fog, the Grand Masters instantly found their way to the bottom of the cliff. However, the original temple on top of the cliff, the Wulu Temple, had now risen into the air, covered by the morning mist, and looked like a solemn black cloud top under the early sun. In the Immortal Palace, the steps that Zhao Zhengli and "Gao Meili" walked also disappeared. The two of them had no idea that they had reached an altitude of hundreds of meters.
Yelvxiao, the great Khitan master, waved his palm and shouted loudly: "Stay!"
"boom"
The Grand Master's angry palm shook the sky and the earth, resonating with the surrounding avenues. Under the blessing of the avenue, the power of the palm was even more terrifying. This palm directly caused the air to explode and twist, reaching hundreds of meters in the air in an instant.
However, such a terrifying palm force was like hitting cotton. It did not crush the steps as expected, nor did it disturb the two figures who were climbing up the steps.
Abbot Huicong of Northern Shaolin and other great masters thought that the strength of one person alone was not enough, so they did not care who was from which country or who had enmity with whom. The Wulu Temple in front of them was the common goal of everyone. There was no discussion. The three or five great masters from various countries looked at each other. Understanding the situation, they worked together to step up into the air and strike a devastating blow.
"Boom!"
Several great masters struck together, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder rising against the sky, the terrifying Taoist resonance was deafening.
"stop!"
At the same time, the three saints of the Qingguo Temple and the old master from Jiangnan shouted to stop them, because several people counted the people and found that Zhao Zhengli was missing, and there were no corpses everywhere. He looked up at the two blurry figures in the air. One was a woman in a white dress. , one is a tall and tall man. According to Zhao Zhengli's eight-foot physique, it is most likely...
Therefore, several great masters stopped it immediately, but they were still a step too late, and the world-destroying blow had already gone upwards.
"Buzz"
That devastating blow disappeared visibly with the naked eye like a mud cow falling into the sea, as if it was swallowed up by an invisible thing. Just when everyone thought it had completely disappeared, the next second, a huge thunder suddenly appeared out of thin air. It was none other than the great masters just now. Together they hit the Black Heron Temple with that palm.
The sudden change caused the great masters below to panic and quickly retreat.
"Rumble"
The world-destroying blow that was originally directed upwards bounced back and landed just where the Grand Masters were. The rocks exploded and the vegetation instantly turned into ashes. Even if the Grand Masters retreated in time, they were still sent flying backwards in all directions by the powerful shock wave. If it happened again, After a few seconds, several great masters will turn into ashes.
Some of the people who joined in the fun were the most innocent. They were not as high as the Grand Master, nor could they run as fast as the others. They were bombed to pieces on the spot, leaving not even a blood mist behind, and they didn't even have time to scream.
"Ah! You will not live for your own fault!"
"Run for your life!"
The people in the rivers and lakes in the distance were dumbfounded and retreated quickly. This was a combined blow from several great masters. Normally, one person could break mountains and cut rivers and fight against thousands of armies. Who dares to joke with their lives?
Hundreds of feet away, people from all over the world steadied their bodies in a panic, looking back at the barren mountain below the cliff to see a huge crater of hundreds of meters, with cracks extending for dozens of feet, like a crater.
Hundreds of faces showed survivors of disasters, and the great masters who were originally aloof were also horrified. Abbot Huicong of Northern Shaolin did not escape in time, and his mouth and nose were bleeding from the shock. The expensive and exquisite cassock on his body was torn into half by the shock wave. .
Yelvxiao, the great Khitan master, ran fast and barely escaped the disaster. The others were more embarrassed than him and more respectable than Abbot Huicong.
The culprit, the Grand Master, caused public outrage and was questioned by the others. The situation between the two sides became increasingly tense. In addition, Qingguo had always been at odds with the Khitan and Tubo. Before the Grand Master could take action, the Jianghu people below began to fight.
"Amitabha! All dharmas will eventually perish, and I cannot obtain all dharmas. How good! How good!"
The chaotic people from all over the world were washed away by bursts of Buddha's sound, and their hearts were inexplicably calm. Even the great masters were shocked. At their level, it was difficult to be disturbed by the outside world, but at this moment they were obviously affected by the Buddha's sound.
They all looked toward the end. An old monk wearing cassocks walked slowly through the air. It seemed extremely slow, but in fact he was as fast as lightning. He took several feet in one step and arrived in an instant.
The loose monk robe covers a body of more than six feet. The old monk is very thin, but very energetic.
The few remaining Jianghu people in Dali quickly greeted him and saluted: "Great Abbot!"
"Dali Kingdom Chong'en Dharma Temple, Eight Great Protector Abbots, Old Zen Master Jueyu?"
The great masters also recognized the person and were shocked why the old abbot who had been guarding Dali Kingdom arrived so late.
Abbot Jueyu calmly performed the Buddha salute with one hand and said: "It's Lao Na. All thoughts arise from the heart, all evil arises from the heart, and I'm disturbing you all!"
Then he raised his old face and looked up at the Black Heron Temple that was about to enter the black temple.
His arrival made the Jianghu people who were fighting in the melee and the grand masters who were at war with each other temporarily stop their efforts and follow Abbot Jueyu's gaze to focus on the Black Lu Temple in the sky.
