The rest of the people nodded with deep understanding.
Buddhism has never had a good reputation in Beihuang. Hypocrisy, deception, and shamelessness are all the inherent impressions of Beihuang practitioners on it.
Several people chatted while walking, telling everyone what they knew about monks and Buddhism. They were all glad that they were walking fast.
Chen Qingyan was still thinking about the "paradox" before.
More than a hundred martial arts are smelted into one. The name "Yuanwan Gong" is simple, but it has actually surpassed most of Lin Gu's martial arts. Even if you don't look at its "Foundation of Mortal Body" that lays the foundation for perfection, just say " The twenty-sixth level of legal prohibitions focuses on the key point of "seeking common ground while reserving differences", which has surpassed 99% of the Mysterious Skill Secret Codes in the Northern Wilderness.
But now he saw a similar "rhyme" in the peach-eyed monk and the demon captured by the monk.
The rhythm is wonderful, both the good and the bad appear, it's like tasting salty and sweet at the same time.
This metaphor is not very appropriate. Using 'fragrant' and 'stinky' is more essential.
The "rhyme" emanating from the middle-aged monk who was out of control and demonized was rotten and filthy, completely deteriorated.
The "yun" on the flower-eyed monk is full of vitality, like flowers in the morning sun, surging and enthusiastic.
This feeling has never happened before.
Chen Qingyan knew that it was almost time for him to make a breakthrough.
Since his return, because he was worried that his cultivation would be unstable, he only used the source point once after the birth of Yuan Wan Gong to speed up his mastery of the new technique.
Then, until now, four full months, it has been consolidating.
But the appearance of 'Yun' made him realize that he might have entered a new realm of laying the foundation for a mortal body.
——God makes it clear.
With a mortal body, he develops supernatural powers the day after tomorrow.
Chen Qingyan raised his head, took in what he saw, and realized it carefully. It seemed as if something was spreading out of nowhere.
Like wisps of wind, they gather together weakly to form a stream, and then merge like a stream.
Pedestrians on the street are numerous and chaotic, and most of them exude a unique "rhyme". These rhymes are generally the same, but just like the leaves on the same tree, they look the same, but each leaf is different in size, shape, and veins.
Yun's feedback is the same, but more obvious. They are trees in the same forest, including camphor trees, banyan trees, thorn trees, bread trees, etc. Some are towering, some have crooked necks, and some have only a stump.
There are all kinds of strange things and strange shapes.
Not only that, the feedback of rhyme, even if you close your eyes, is presented in different ways, but all end in the same way.
After the shift was handed over, Chen Qingyan threw away his colleagues who wanted to beg for drinks, especially Fei Yihe, and rushed directly to his residence.
The strides were long and the steps were fast, getting faster and faster until he was running.
From this moment on, what appears in Chen Qingyan’s five sensory fields of shape, sound, smell, taste and touch is a new world of colorful rhythm.
It becomes clearer and more intense, like a highly myopic person with abnormal color vision who can suddenly see all the colors around him clearly.
He couldn't wait to break through.
After crossing the ancient street and entering the alley, I saw that the courtyard was less than twenty feet away from me, and I was very close.
Chen Qingyan, who was running quickly, suddenly stopped.
"Is this the heart and soul besides the five senses?"
Chen Qingyan stood outside a vermilion gate. The mighty door god posted on the door was intact.
But between the cracks in the door, wisps of rotten rhymes were squeezed out from the cracks like smoke. The farther away they were, the shallower they became, and the closer they got, the thicker they became.
He stepped up the stone steps, first looked at the door god, and then stared at the closed courtyard door, seeming to be thinking about something.
Finally, Chen Qingyan stretched out a hand and pushed gently.
The bolt behind the door seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade, soundlessly.
Chen Qingyan pushed open the door and entered.
There are birds singing and flowers fragrant in the courtyard. There is a small pond in which colorful fish for viewing are swimming leisurely. It looks very beautiful.
Chen Qingyan walked along the stone path and passed through the yard when he saw a figure from behind.
Inside the house, there was no sound.
There was dead silence.
The back figure stood up slowly in silence. It was very long and very tall. The beautiful hair in the green shirt was also pulled long and high.
This strange figure always had his back to the door.
"It's so close. And so secret..."
Chen Qingyan frowned and blinked as he spoke.
A strange figure in the house appeared behind him.
Like a ghost, silent and silent.
With the appearance of this figure, all sounds in the courtyard were stripped away.
Chen Qingyan didn't finish the rest of his words, his mouth was moving, but no sound came out.
winter--!
puff.
puff.
puff. ...
The muffled sound continued, as if someone was beating the quilt with a stick, and someone was struggling to carry the millstone.
In the oppressive courtyard space, the figure in the blue shirt is like an eel in a water tank.
Puff puff......
Stone powder splashes.
A canopy of split hair completely pierced the entire courtyard, including the stone bricks in the alleyway outside the courtyard wall. It twisted like an insect and tried to crawl out, but was pulled back again.
The green smoke was unruly, but it was destroyed by the brilliant Danhui.
After a while, the courtyard door was pushed open again.
Chen Qingyan calmly returned to the residence next door.
at the same time.
A monk with peach blossom eyes who had just left Chongyue and was about to go to other ancient towns suddenly stopped as if feeling something and looked back in the direction of Chongyue.
After a long time, he finally looked back and continued on his way.
Just set off,
I had to stop again.
"Asura."
A Taoist with dark clouds under his feet and a sparkling sword in his hand stood in front of him.
"Lingyue is not a place where Buddhists can come."
The Taoist looked solemn.
The peach-eyed monk smiled and said: "The evil is so great that there is never a place where Buddhism cannot go."
"The previous generation Yinlin has already taken the order and set off."
The Taoist said coldly, "When someone comes from Lingu, it will be too late for you to leave."
"Thank you for your kind words, donor." The peach-eyed monk seemed completely unable to sense the threat in the other person's tone.
The Taoist said sullenly, "I don't know how high the sky is."
The peach-eyed monk put away his smile and asked in a tone without any emotion: "Are you going to block the Buddha's way?"
"Buddha?" The Taoist looked at the monk in surprise, "Do you think of yourself as a Buddha?"
"Everything can become a Buddha. Now that I am in front of you, I am a Buddha."
The peach-eyed monk pointed lightly at the Taoist and said the word "I" loudly.
The six-character motto follows the law, and in the mouth of Asura Buddha, who has become a monk, it is like gold and jade, with sonorous murderous intent.
The proverbs fell, and the Sanskrit sounds surged out, like a golden round shield. Instead of shaking open, it enveloped the Taoist, and the golden needles with silver in them were twisted and thorned to surround him.
The Taoist was trapped in the palace, but he did not panic. The sparkling sword swung and the sword light turned into a stream of water. Not only did it smash through the thorns, but it also broke through the golden light shield in one go.
However, what greeted him was a pagoda that covered the sky and the sun.
boom--!
The earth trembled.
The peach-eyed monk waved, and the pagoda quickly shrank, finally becoming the size of a palm.
"It is the general trend to travel to the north to spread the Dharma. During my trip, there was Feitian Pagoda and Lingu Hidden Scale, so I took them away as soon as they came."
