On the post road from Mizhou to the East China Sea in Dengzhou, a carriage moved forward slowly facing the early sun.
To the left and right of the carriage, Zhao Zhengli, who was dressed in plain clothes, and Emei Senior Sister Li Zhanyi, who was charming and beautiful, rode one each.
The person driving the carriage was Yuan Chaoyang in white robes. He was humming a tune with a pleasant expression. From time to time he looked back at Yang Guifen in the glazed blue dress in the carriage shed. Their eyes were so sweet that they pulled out silk threads, making the lady of the Yu family sit next to her. She wanted to escape from the embarrassment of needle felting, but was forced to share a sedan chair by this "sister-in-law" who was almost as beautiful as herself.
Yu Xiaowei had no choice but to open the curtains from time to time to ease the atmosphere. Looking at the back of the plain-clothed figure riding a horse, she could not help but feel uneasy in her heart.
She was thinking that Daoist Zhao's vitality was so extraordinary now that he was already making up for his lost life span. I wonder if yesterday's promise to watch the sunset every day was still true?
Yang Guifen and Yuan Chaoyang smiled knowingly when they saw her look from the corner of their eyes. When Miss Yu turned around, they began to pull the thread endlessly again.
Yu Xiaowei just felt that these two people really didn't find it annoying?
Little did they know that this greasy sweetness was the double act sung by Yuan Chaoyang and the two of them, and it was her spring heart that captured her heart.
However, a handsome young man in a plain shirt is currently on horseback running the air to recuperate his energy.
Carefully savoring the aftertaste of the incense and spiritual energy from the three temples and five courtyards of Northern Shaolin, if it were not for the causal connection with Northern Shaolin, he would not dare to absorb the incense and spiritual energy unscrupulously. This obsession of all living beings burning incense and praying to the "Buddha" in their hearts would not Who can bear the consequences?
I am afraid that even the powerful people in the Grand Master Realm have some scruples. This is a constraint of the Dao. Unless they are deities on land who are beyond the Dao, how can such a being take a fancy to it?
Among the four-person team, only Li Zhanyi, the plump Emei Senior Sister, is the most upright. On the one hand, she is in awe of the legendary second Taoist in Qingcheng. On the other hand, she is speechless about Zhao Zhengli's wooden bumps. Within two days of leaving, the smelly Taoist took him away. Miss Yu's three souls and seven souls, now Miss Yu is still here pretending to be aloof.
From time to time, she glanced at the white-robed Yuan Chaoyang who was driving the carriage. She had heard about the Yin and Yang Tao method that guy practiced. This method has one level of picking things, two levels of picking people, and three levels of picking heaven and earth. There must be something unpredictable in "picking people". Did he teach Zhao Zhengli some evil ways to seduce women, so that Miss Yu could think of him day and night?
She would bury this question in her heart. Naturally, she did not dare to ask Yuan Chaoyang. She went against the grain and asked Zhao Zhengli. If he refused to acknowledge her, there was nothing she could do. If she was forced to do something to herself, wouldn't it be a huge loss? Already?
Thinking of this time, she glanced at the plain shirt on the horse's back with her eyes closed and breathed, and it seemed that it was not a bad loss...
The atmosphere of the marching team was not very pleasant, but it was not cold either. Yang Guifen spent most of his time talking to his "sister-in-law", and in his conversation he mentioned the plump elder sister, who may also belong to the category of beautiful women, and a cold-tempered Emei girl. Xia actually had a heated conversation with the two women in the carport.
In comparison, the other two men were much less talkative. Zhao Zhengli inquired about Shanmen's deeds through Yuan Chaoyang.
He also asked for advice on the difference between the Yin Yang Taoist method and the Ziyang initiation method used by the leader, Feng Zifeng, to reshape youth.
At this point in the conversation, I remembered the middle-aged Tao Yanghua who was looking for the Taohua Road in Liang Jiazi.
Yuan Chaoyang held the reins and looked forward and said loudly: "This Tao cultivates the reversible method of yin and yang. Everything in the world is divided into yin and yang. If you understand its method, all things can go up and down in a single thought. This method can achieve a small success and can control a radius of more than ten feet." world."
Then he glanced at Yang Guifen, who had returned to youth: "Anything beyond ten feet must follow the great path."
He patted the reins lightly, urged the slow horse, and continued: "Old man Feng's Purple Sun Initiation is based on the rising and falling purple energy. It is a process that accumulates over time. When the sun rises, it sets, and when it falls, it welcomes the next time. Rising, everything in nature and all forms of life are like this. If you understand the laws of "rising" and "falling", you will no longer have the ups and downs of your actions, return to the beginning of the road, and achieve eternal life."
"As for the guy who is looking for the Tao of Peach Blossoms, I really don't understand this Tao. I heard that there are endless peach blossoms in his Peach Blossom Town all year round. He is probably looking for a "Tao" among the flowers blooming and falling. It's a bit similar. As the Buddhist Zen saying goes, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi", one bloom and one wither is also a microcosm."
Zhao Zhengli listened carefully with the ups and downs of the horse's back. Miss Yu and Li Zhanyi also listened attentively. However, their methods of speaking were different and they were confused.
The carriage left the Mizhou Post Road and stopped at the Post Road Inn leading to the intersection of Laoshan and Laixi.
In the afternoon, we continued eastward along the ancient willow road that leads directly to Dengzhou. Fortunately, the terrain in the north is flat, which is far less difficult than the Shuyi Road. The traveling speed is quite smooth. We can enter Dengzhou before dark, and we can reach Binhai in the afternoon of the next day.
However, contrary to expectations, he was stopped in a Yinshan jungle near Dengzhou just after Laiyang in the middle of the afternoon.
The man came as light as a ghost. The bald old monk was wearing hundreds of monk's robes sewn and patchwork. This is the Buddhist "hundred knickers". The difference from the Tubo master's hundred knickknacks monk's robe is that one is made of Tibetan cattle and sheep furs. One is sewn with strips of colorful and unevenly thick cloth.
The white robe wrapped around a body that was even skinnier than firewood looked unusually loose. His eye sockets were sunken and dark, like a skinny skeleton, and his eyebrows were as white as snow and hung down to his chin.
The breeze blew slowly, and the long silver eyebrows swept the withered old face. The waxy and withered hands like bamboo knots were clasped on the chest, and he said softly: "Amitabha! Is donor Yuan okay?"
Then he turned his eyes to Zhao Zhengli on the horse: "Your parents have not repaid their debts, and now you are here again. Is it really fate?"
Those dry and sunken eyes were like evil spirits under the Nine Netherworld, staring at him and making him shudder.
For just a moment, an invisible warmth drove away the chill and enveloped the whole body. Then Yuan Chaoyang, who was driving the carriage in white robes, said leisurely: "Forget the polite words, you are also cruel in going so far to regain the ground for Northern Shaolin."
The skinny old monk showed an evil smile: "I am old and have difficulty moving. I just want to tell the world that there is still a threshold in Northern Shaolin. Even if I touch the second Taoist Qingcheng of the land gods, I still want an explanation."
Baipao raised his eyes slightly and looked directly at the other person: "Are you going to have a fight?"
His smile was a little weird: "I have old arms and legs, and it is difficult to move. I only have one move. I can catch the old man and turn around and leave. If I can't catch it."
He paused and looked at Zhao Zhengli again, who was facing a formidable enemy: "I naturally have to take back the incense and spiritual energy of Northern Shaolin, and end the fate and karma that his previous generation squeezed."
Hearing the threat to Zhao Zhengli, Yuan Chaoyang looked solemn and cold: "When his parents participated in the dispute between the North and South Shaolin, you couldn't shrink your head. Now that the matter has been finalized, you will settle the score in the hands of the younger generation. It is indeed in line with your "unparalleled ghost monk" habit. style."
The ghost monk smiled at the sarcasm and said, "In order to avoid gossiping, I will raise his level to the Grand Master level in a short time. If he uses some Taoist techniques, he will definitely be able to fight, so naturally he is not bullying."
"Are you so confident that you can't catch it?"
Yuan Chaoyang, who was handsome in white robes, stood up from the carriage slowly with a sigh of relief. Yu Xiaowei and Li Zhanyi in the carriage hurriedly came out of the curtain to take the reins and rein in the horses.
"call!"
During the words, the air suddenly surged and boiled, gathered in the white robe, and rippled like transparent water waves, filled with Taoist rhyme.
The ghost monk turned his palms into fingers, one pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground, and they closed them on his chest. He chanted Buddhist words softly, and the Buddhist runes came out from his mouth and floated around in the air. Suddenly, golden light appeared, and the runes gathered on his fingertips. , so bright that it dazzles the eyes.
"Suppress the demon!"
The ghost monk's hand glowing with dazzling golden light pointed forward, and a golden light as thick as a finger burst out. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the rhyme of runes and Taoism. The Buddha's voice was ethereal, carrying the power of the great avenue, and the shaking void was cracked open by it.
"Gather the gods!"
Yuan Chaoyang held his sleeves in his white robe, and the ripples in the air were like an invisible "water screen" blocking his way.
"puff!"
The golden photovoltaic magic finger pierced into the "water screen" in an instant. The moment it entered, it was as if time had frozen. The bright finger force was like being stuck in a quagmire, moving slowly through the water screen.
Yuan Chaoyang shouted softly: "Transform Qi!"
The transparent "water screen" rotates in forward and reverse directions, mechanically crushing the power of the devil's fingers, turning into little golden light waves mixed with transparent ripples.
Just when everyone thought it was over, the skinny old monk showed no emotion and even smiled a bit strangely. He turned his palms into his hands and pushed forward gently: "Kill Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
The demon-subduing finger power that shattered into starlight was like a sky full of comets breaking through the "water screen" and hitting Yuan Chaoyang directly.
"Puff puff!"
In an instant, it was like thousands of arrows piercing the heart, and all of them entered the white robe's body without missing a drop.
"Chaoyang!"
Yang Guifen turned pale with fright and exclaimed.
"Senior brother~"
"Taoist priest~"
Li Zhan and Yu Xiaowei were also frightened.
Zhao Zhengli was stunned on the spot. He never thought that he would be injured if he touched the threshold of the land gods.
The ghost monk's smile grew brighter: "I agree, I have a back-up plan."
However, the handsome figure in white robe was shaking his head from beginning to end, and golden light spread all over his body, which were all broken Demon-Conquering Finger runes embedded in his body.
"Suck~"
He took a slight breath between his noses, and slowly changed his head to the Tai Chi seal. The air flow around his body divided the yin and yang qi. The glittering golden light all over the body was circulated by the black and white qi. As the air flow gathered into the Tai Chi palm print, it burst out. .
"Whoosh!"
The speed was comparable to a golden meteor, and it turned around and hit the old monk's chest in an instant. No matter how quickly he reacted, it was still half a beat slower. He struggled to cover his chest: "Yin-Yang twist?"
No one was more frightened than him by the trauma caused by the rebound of this finger force.
Yuan Chaoyang did not answer, and calmly said: "I have taken one of your moves, and it is your turn to take another move of mys."
He didn't even give him any space to think. He pinched the Nine-Pet Lotus Technique with both hands, and the air around Yuan Chaoyang condensed into nine-petal lotus flowers. The flowers were connected, and the runes and rhymes filled the sky. The Lotus Technique was then transformed into the Big Dipper Sword Technique. The nine-petal lotus gave birth to seven in a lifetime, becoming the Big Dipper. It looks like a nine-flowered Beidou Lotus Sword.
"Buzz!"
The void around the sword array trembled, and there were faint rolling dark clouds pressing down on the nine heavens, and lightning flashed. It was the great avenue that was repelling the power that transcended this world.
Not only was the void trembling, but everyone's hearts were also trembling. The withered old monk had changed from frightened to calm, a kind of calmness that looked down upon life and death.
No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.
Among the few people, only Zhao Zhengli quickly concentrated on catching the Tao Yun in the sky, while Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei followed closely behind to seize the rare opportunity.
Yuan Chaoyang was like a judge of life and death. He waved his big sleeves in his white robe and said calmly: "Suppress!"
The Beidou lotus flower in the sky came with a swish of thunder, pointing directly at the old monk's head.
"The Golden Bell Cover of Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
The old monk's skinny body exploded with great strength, and the golden light condensed into countless Buddha shadows. He chanted the Buddha's voice, clinging to his body, layered on top of each other, shaped like a giant golden bell.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
At the same time that the golden bell was taking shape, countless lotus swords rained down from the sky.
"Kaka"
The sword rain broke, the Buddha's shadow dimmed, and the golden bell had cracks. However, the sword rain was still fierce, and finally submerged it.
"Whoosh!"
When the last sword cut through the sky and penetrated the ground, there was no grass growing in this place, and the soil was sunken several feet. A skinny ghost monk lay in ragged clothes, his robes covered with sword marks, and oozing with traces of blood.
Yuan Chaoyang, who was dressed in white robe, stepped forward slowly and said lightly: "Do you really believe what I say just after touching the threshold?"
The old monk, who had only half a breath left, was so angry when he heard this that he kicked his legs and fainted, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
