Buddhism talks about compassion, helping others and helping ourselves. Taoism says that inaction is the great way of reincarnation. They both have the intention of saving all sentient beings and have the world in mind. The difference is that the first precept of Buddhism is not to kill.
Taoism takes action, which is different from Confucianism, which uses etiquette first and then follows the instructions with military force. It is also different from Buddhism, which relies on defense to attack and is invincible.
Taoism is based on cultivating the body, nourishing the nature, and cultivating the mind. Only when you are enlightened can you refine your qi or body, and choose the path of refining qi or outsiders like a pure martial artist outside the mountains.
Taoism training includes fists, kicks and swordsmanship, but it is not a secular sword, it is a wooden sword used by Taoism to stop killing. Although the sword is made of wood, it is the hardest wood in the world, iron birch.
It is said to be a bit harder than those made of fine steel. But as light as a feather. Such a weapon occupies two extremes, hard yet light. As its name suggests, the flower blooms at the same base, and the sword is divided into male and female, complementing each other. It has the meaning of death with tongue and tooth, which also coincides with the Taoist yin and yang.
But Shi Gandang was not an outsider, so he naturally understood the secret. But at this time, he was possessed by a demon, and even thinking about it, he was delirious.
Seeing him walking with bare eyes, Zhao Ruoshi's first guess was that he was possessed by inner demons. It is true that those members of the heart-eating demon sect that ran rampant in the Chinese land of Middle-Earth more than a thousand years ago have been eliminated by many people with lofty ideals and have disappeared. Shi Gandang will naturally not be such a demon.
Inner demons are mental demons that are controlled by external forces. In the past few days, I have seen the incense-watching sect Xun Yanxiashen and Wudang elder Zhang Jiuping being controlled. This Tanhualang from twenty years ago who always excludes himself and his wife and does not want to follow the crowd of these comrades, is more or less I also saw the secret behind it, but I didn't dare to draw any conclusions without any basis, so I had no choice but to watch the development of the situation helplessly.
But I didn't expect that the other party actually found his head. It seemed that the murderer was the white-robed ghost in the tree.
Zhao Ruoshi's body was light, he swung his long sword, tapped his toes to gain strength, and started to rush forward, heading straight towards the white-robed ghost.
The principle of capturing the thief first has never changed. Since someone is controlling someone, no matter what the secret method is, as long as the caster is captured, the secret method will be naturally interrupted.
Zhao Ruoshi was not worried that his wife would not be able to deal with this young Taoist priest who was controlled by his inner demons, and her attack would be insufficient. However, with the Sharing Sword and her years of practice, her defense would be more than enough.
Based on Zhao Ruoshi's understanding of Shi Gandang, this boy seemed to be the best at escaping. In the words of his old naughty master, the world is about fighting and killing. Only by learning how to escape can one be destined to join the world.
It's just that if the old Taoist priest sees his apprentice like this, he doesn't rule out the possibility of causing Wudang Mountain to panic, but he also doesn't rule out regretting that he didn't teach his apprentice boxing and kicking skills, so that he was controlled by others.
However, the forward momentum slowed down. Shi Gandang stepped on the hexagram and suddenly came closer. He took out the object with a strike like lightning, but what he took out was his throat.
Zhao Ruoshi suddenly stopped and took a step back, widening the distance. He tapped the back of his sword lightly like a door, deflecting the opponent's attack.
This is the Taoist Sword Technique Kowtow Technique. Although each sect has been passed down for thousands of years and is very different, it remains the same. It is similar in spirit but not in form.
This was supposed to be a knock on the door with the tip of the sword. If the powerful blow hit, it could drop a piece of flesh, or disembowel the person's stomach.
Even though he was forced now, Zhao Ruoshi still did not dare to hurt the favored disciple of the current head of the Taishan Sect.
Even if the expedient measure hurts this junior, I'm afraid he will still be tortured by the old naughty boy for a long time. Although Shi Gandang, a Taoist priest with elegant body movements, has never practiced other exercises since he was a child, Taoist talisman formulas or profound methods such as One Qi to Transform Three Pure Ones and Three Flowers Gathering on the Top can only be watched but not practiced under the instruction of his master.
Even if it is Taoist physical skills such as boxing or swordsmanship, whether it is to strengthen the body or defend against enemies, this young Taoist priest who has been fond of movement since childhood was ordered not to practice it by his master.
But having said that, just because you don’t practice doesn’t mean you don’t know how to do it. It’s just that I don’t practice. All day long, I watched those uncles, uncles, and brothers practice like a supervisor. I couldn't tell their bones, but I could see their shapes.
I can't do it myself, but I can't bear to look at it every day. I'm afraid of pondering such a technique that changes shape and remains unchanged.
Therefore, Shi Gandang used his fingers as a sword, swiped it from the outside inward, with his two fingers like a hanging thread, and took advantage of the situation to withdraw two or three feet.
In this way, the only way to break the knocking technique is to use the sword-wiping technique which has no shape or bones. Zhao Ruoshi, who returned to Lin Xue's side, smiled. It didn't look like he was hit back by a blow, but he seemed quite happy.
Painting tigers and painted skins is a matter of imitating others, making them smile and be generous. But it's just a sword-breaking move with no foundation, which is really impressive.
Only then did Zhao Ruoshi understand why this junior had been so strictly controlled by that senior for more than twenty years.
The overflowing energy and spirit in every movement of the body, if the heavenly aperture is opened, and the anger is soaring into the twelve palaces, wouldn't the gate of the world be within reach?
Zhao Ruoshi, who was heavy on Qi but not on martial arts, gestured towards his wife Lin Xue, but there was no movement. Lin Xue dragged the big sword backwards and started to rush forward. He was still ten feet away, turned around, and drove the big sword towards him. Shi Gandang.
Weapons have great benefits. They can be used for offense, defense, cutting, splitting, and shooting. They can be swords, knives, or hammers. They can be used for multiple purposes.
The young Taoist priest with bloodshot eyes just dodged away from the woman. He swayed with his feet on the ground and leaned backward to draw a semicircle. He dodged the sword attack and then stood up strangely, as if someone was dragging him down and pulling him up.
But he saw Lin Xue spinning like a colorful butterfly, and the sword followed his body shape and struck again, this time it was a downward strike. There are no tricks or routines. It just relies on the power brought by its own movement, cleverly transferred to the big sword, and then follows the trend. The big sword lifts up, slides left and slides left, or rotates like a circle. , or press down at an angle.
This is the way of nature, just go with the flow. Shi Gandang, who is now mentally confused after being controlled, has only one idea in his mind: to kill Zhao Ruoshi who is blocking his way.
Of course it's not the woman in front of me. As for why he wanted to kill the Taoist who held his sword but did not take any action, he did not know.
Shi Gandang's feet didn't move at all, his body swayed from side to side, he raised his hand to hold the edgeless sword, and just pulled it. With the force of the force, the mute lady leaned forward, and the body of the young Taoist priest with mysterious movements was already like that. It passed by like the wind and hit the stone not far away.
Seeing Shi Gandang's shackles, Zhaoruo Shi rolled up his sword and used the back of the sword to perform the "knocking" formula again and again, blocking his progress. Then the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, forcing the opponent to lean back again. The back is almost touching the ground.
Tanhualang, who had been demoted as an official, kicked up a piece of dust under his feet. He only stepped up and down, using the stepping stone as his knees. The latter was so pressed that he could no longer stand upright with the strange body technique that fit the sixty-four hexagrams.
Taking advantage of this, Zhao Ruoshi gave his wife a look that only the two of them could understand, soared into the air, two or three feet above the ground, and swung the long sword in his hand.
There is a sword energy lingering around. It is hard to imagine that in a sudden enlightenment, the cultivation level equivalent to that of a ninth-level warrior who can only absorb the power of heaven and earth for his own use, can actually feed it back into the weapon and come out through the body.
I don't know when the white-robed ghost on the tree hid in the tree and watched secretly. At such a high distance, even with the help of external force, even with a three-foot long sword in his hand, he was still more than ten feet apart.
On the premise of not consuming his wife's strength, Zhao Ruoshi could only break the cauldron and sink the boat. The aura around his body rolled around, wrapped around the sword, and swung it out.
Zhao Ruoshi's body fell, and he didn't even have time to see the result of his sword energy. Shi Gan, who was lying on the ground after being trampled by the force of the stampede, slid out with his back on the ground, raised his sword with one hand, and made a sword-cutting stance, directly taking the former. Lower plate.
With no leverage in mid-air, Zhao Ruoshi retracted his sword but could not stab it. This way, he seemed to have no way to defend himself, just like fish on an anvil, even if it was done, it would have no power at all.
At the critical moment of the "Sword" style, Lin Xue, who cooperated tacitly, twisted forward, and the big sword in his hand came out, spinning straight towards him.
At the same time, there was a crisp click, which was obviously caused by the sword energy pointed by the sword just now, knocking the white-robed ghost off the tree.
This strategy, which can be called a strategy to encircle Wei and save Zhao, came to mind after Zhao Ruoshi's first move. He was six to seven feet tall and in such a situation, there was no way to start. There were tigers looking at him from above, and people from below were changing shapes and shadows, and others were straight. Find other ways to break it.
Fortunately, Shi Gandang used Shi Gandang's strange movement skills to fly up into the air with a sword and achieved good results. Zhao Ruoshi ignored the attack of the young Taoist priest at his feet, and with a touch of the big sword, he flew into the air again, farther than ten feet away.
The big sword fell with a crash. Shi Gandang took a mouthful of blood. The sword is not heavy, it is just a piece of wood after all. That one step can determine the country.
Naturally, Zhao Ruoshi, who was prepared to hit the target with one hit, no longer cared about the favored disciple of the old leader of the Gu Taishan sect. As long as he took down the white-robed ghost behind the scenes, he would come to the door to plead guilty. The worst he could do would be to get scolded. Anyway, who let Shi Ruoshi? Do you dare to think that this guy is mentally unstable and is being controlled?
Zhao Ruoshi, who had a plan in an instant, pointed his long and narrow wooden sword straight ahead. The arrows fired from the bow of an ordinary general carried the sound of the wind like a whistle, and the sword pierced the air.
He hurriedly responded to the white-robed ghost that fell from the tree, but he quickly made adjustments in mid-air. He did not grab the tree trunk in an attempt to slow down his fall. Facing the tree, he could feel the sharp aura from a distance away. With the sword, he waved his fingers in front of his chest and shot out a pebble the size of a peanut.
Of course it's not a stone. He never expected that the other party would react so quickly, and he never expected that the other party would carry such a thing with him. Zhao Ruoshi blocked the forward thrust of his sword and swung his wooden sword in succession. Once again, unexpectedly, when they collided
The "stones" exploded one after another. The unsuspecting Zhaoruoshi folded his arms to protect himself in front of him. The air wave burst out and he was in mid-air without a chance to dodge. After receiving this powerful impact, he fell like a kite without any strings. , the long sword came out of his hand, rolled several times and hit a big tree before stopping, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Not far away, Lin Xue, who was taking care of the young Taoist priest of the Taishan Sect, looked frightened and panicked. The white-robed ghost's five fingers turned into claws, digging into the tree trunk, two feet above the ground, and bent down to watch.
The demoted Tanhualang, who had not spoken in front of outsiders for several years because of his wife, swallowed another mouthful of plasma, swallowing the pain coming from his insides, then turned over and stood up, grinning lightly, feeling safe and sound.
After twisting his body and stretching his slightly sore muscles, Zhaoruo Shi gestured to his wife, who was supporting Shi Gandang, to stay away, regardless of whether the white-robed ghost would take advantage of the situation.
The woman, who was slender but carried a big sword on her back, was really strong. She actually helped the young Taoist priest to the foot of the tree, dragging the big sword with one hand.
Zhao Ruoshi stretched out his hand, the meaning is self-evident. The woman frowned. The man smiles. She knew what he was going to do, but she was concerned about his body, which had just vomited blood.
He signaled to her that he was fine. The woman held the sword in both hands and raised the sword to her eyebrows. The man treated him with courtesy and bowed to greet him.
He took the big sword and held it in a slightly clumsy and unsightly sword flower. It was very casual, whistling in the wind and roaring in power.
With a warm smile, he signaled the woman who was worried about her health to step aside, take good care of the young Taoist priest, and then picked up the long and narrow wooden sword. The two wooden swords were all white, one holding one backward and the other slanting, and walked towards The white-robed ghosts lying on the tree trunks moved up and down, looking at each other in pairs.
Even though he couldn't see the eyes behind the black veil, Zhao Ruoshi could still clearly feel the fierce gaze, which hurt people's hearts.
The Taoist priest of the Laoshan sect, who could speak but was silent, exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest and closed his eyes slightly, feeling calm.
The defeat in the first battle caused by underestimating the enemy can be regarded as a warning to himself for these years of stable life. The simple truth that a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength has been forgotten by him, which is regrettable.
If the junior of the Taishan sect was knocked into a coma by his own kick, the news would later reach the ears of the head of the Taishan sect. Naturally, he would have to take action. If he had beaten him, he would not be able to talk about it, and he would have to worry about his own family.
If the culprit is caught and the inner demon is planted in Shi Gandang as an explanation, perhaps he will not be blamed by the current head of the Taishan Sect, who is called an old naughty boy by the Taoist sect.
You know, when Shou Tan only lost half an eye to him, he was able to pester him to sleep at the gate of his mountain for several days, making some pilgrims think that the Laoshan sect did not respect the elderly. Zhao Ruoshi did not want to discredit his family because of this.
Therefore, he suppressed the murderous intention that arose in his chest because the white-robed ghost had made his wife unhappy, dragged the sword backwards, flipped the sword over, and stepped forward.
The qi energy in the body travels around the sky, and is subtly connected with the surrounding qi structure. Under this pull, the forest becomes restless, rolling like wind and clouds, and the pressure of the mountain wind changes.
Like the willow wind blowing on your face. The world here suddenly became so quiet that it became oppressive. Even if the spring breeze blows, it has not reached Yumen.
Step after step, the big sword whizzed away while spinning, not attacking the white-robed ghost on the tree, but the tree trunk.
The white-robed ghost who was looking down at everything just now naturally saw the momentum of the woman wielding the big sword, but she was only a woman. Now that the big sword was in the hands of the man, only two or three feet away, the willow wind had turned cold. The wind was biting to the bone.
Not daring to take it lightly, the white-robed ghost who knew the Taoist method raised his hand from the tree trunk. It was covered with armor that was as long as a cicada's wings and as thin as a cicada's wing. It should have been elegant and refined, but it looked a little gloomy under the setting sun.
He plunged straight down to meet the big sword that was carrying the sound of the wind. The armor collided with it and made a clanging sound, successfully blocking the opponent's attack.
Taking this opportunity, the white-robed ghost kicked his feet and shot out suddenly. His other hand was like a claw, and he drew from top to bottom towards the opponent's front door.
Instead of holding the sword, hold it upright in front of you. Although this large sword is not as good as a shield, it can still be effective.
Just as he blocked the incoming blow, the long sword in Zhao Ruoshi's hand was thrust out. Naturally, he understood that Daomen wooden swords were all blunt swords without edges. Just as he was about to reach out to grab it, his heart moved. The white-robed ghost remembered that the sword energy just now could chop down branches as thick as the mouth of a bowl at a distance of only ten feet, and he immediately did not dare. Tuoda still filled his armor with energy to block it, and the golden sound came out again.
Soon enough, the first close encounter between the two ended with the retreat of the white-robed ghost. Instead of leaving, the white-robed ghost stood up in twos and twos and stood far away from Zhao Ruoshi. He suddenly said: "I have enough momentum. I didn't expect it was just an epiphany. It's ridiculous." The female voice was clear and crisp, but there was a chill in it.
Holding the big sword in his hand, Zhao Ruoshi shook his head and chuckled. After the test just now, I have some concerns about the cultivation of this man in white robe, who is naturally a human and not a ghost.
The Taoist priest who spoke so few words that many outsiders regarded him as mute cleared his throat. His voice seemed to come from the sky, deep and deep.
"Then you are a fully enlightened person, why are you so arrogant? You have my Taoist aura in your body. Which sect do you belong to? If it is inconvenient, you don't have to say it. Anyway, I will take off your veil later and see whose doll is so unreasonable. You are sensible, and you are plotting against my family." After a pause,
"You killed Liu Fulu of Qingyuan Mountain, Li Ji of Plum Blossom Temple, and Huang Fang of Kanxiang School?" Obviously he didn't want to get an answer. Zhao Ruoshi continued: "I don't want to know why you did this. Since you are today If you come to your door, don't even think about leaving." This man who was ranked among the best prospects twenty years ago seems to have lost the most basic communication skills. He only talks about himself and does not give others a chance to speak.
As if he had been holding it in for too long and letting it out, he continued to ramble.
"Although I don't want to get too involved in these messy things, you provoked me and even made my mother-in-law feel frightened." The Taoist priest who was holding his sword let out a long sigh.
"Then I will use my complete enlightenment to defeat your complete enlightenment." Using the long sword as a pen, dragons and phoenixes danced on the back of the big sword, and then he said
"Edict", the sword spirit is born in the autumn. The pair of eyes behind the black veil finally lost their fierceness, replaced by surprise, which slowly turned into fear.
The energy is rising and rising, overwhelming.
