Dream Valley in the Kunlun Mountains.
In the valley, it is like spring all year round, with brilliant flowers, evergreen trees, and cold rocks and dark cliffs.
Logically speaking, the Kunlun Valley must be somewhat humid, especially in places with lush plants. However, the air in this Dream Valley is dry and pleasant. As long as you don't go to places where flowers and plants are too lush, even if you are walking under the shade of trees, It won't be stained by any wet mist.
The whole valley is filled with a kind of yang and harmony.
The source of this Yang He Qi is a solemn ancient temple.
This ancient temple occupies a large area and is divided into bathing courtyard, Xiangji courtyard, pharmacist academy, Leiyin courtyard, and Wulong courtyard, which provide food, clothing, housing, transportation, and martial arts training for the disciples of the temple who study literature and martial arts.
There are also the Sutra Pavilion, the Thousand Buddha Hall, the Bronze Body Pagoda, and the Patriarch's Cave, which have been accumulated by masters from past dynasties and are used for disciples with advanced cultivation to study the upper realm of the Dream Mind Dharma.
There are also stone carvings on the cliffs, the Forest of Eight Hundred Steles, the White Horse Lotus Pond, and the Tibetan Soldiers Tomb, all of which are used to commemorate the people who died in the confrontation with the demon envoys in the past.
When the rooster crows, monks in gray clothes and a young man with a short round face and a big belly in sportswear, together with big brooms made of thin bamboo, push open the main entrance of the ancient temple and come out to clean up the fallen leaves.
According to the rules here, all the combinations on duty every day are one monk and one layman.
Although they possess martial arts, there are temple regulations that warn all disciples that except when practicing martial arts every day, they must not deliberately use martial arts whether eating, bathing, walking, sitting, lying, or cleaning. It is said that this will help the disciples to survive in ordinary life. Among them, he studied the true meaning of martial arts in the Huimengxinfa lineage.
Under the first ray of sunlight in the morning, monks with simple clothes and looks were sweeping the fallen leaves together with the lazy fat young man. The broom made a rustling sound with the ground, which had a unique charm.
The sunlight shines on the temple plaque that has been hanging for hundreds of years, and the three characters "Shao, Lin, Temple" are clearly revealed.
The short-haired young man was wearing rubber sneakers with yellow soles and white rims. He was scanning the shoes. He inadvertently looked up and opened his mouth.
"Who did this?"
He jumped up, grabbed a handful on the plaque, and peeled off a piece of white paper.
There is a crooked word "less" written on the paper.
The gray-clothed monk came over to take a look, burst out laughing, and couldn't help laughing and said: "There are only three strokes in total, but it can be written so ugly. Who else could it be? It must be the kid from Wulongyuan again."
The short-haired young man turned the paper over. There was a dirty little palm print on the back of the paper. It looked like a prankster had inadvertently pressed his dirty hand on it.
On the plaque, the part that was originally covered by the white paper was also exposed, showing the full picture.
Xiaolin Temple.
The short-haired young man looked up and sighed: "Well, if I hadn't been fourteen years old and a mature adult when I first came here, I would have wanted to change this name."
The gray-clothed monk asked curiously: "Is there anything wrong with this name?"
The short-haired young man shook his head and said, "Senior brother, haven't you seen the Shaolin Temple?"
"Oh, that movie."
The monk in gray nodded, "The one starring Xu Zhengyang, the abbot organized us to watch it together."
The short-haired young man said: "That movie must have been almost ten years ago. I watched that movie first before entering here. Xu Zhengyang's Drunken Sword is so handsome. But having said that, in recent years, I don't seem to see him acting in movies very often. "
The monk in gray clothes said: "I know this. I heard from the abbot that Xu Zhengyang also has other jobs."
The short-haired young man was suddenly surprised: "How could the abbot know these things?"
The monk in gray clothes recalled: "He seems to have some connection with our temple, although he also has a close connection with Shaolin. In the past, the abbot once asked several of our fellow apprentices to go out to deliver some things. At that time, Xu Zhengyang was in Hong Kong, and we gave him A silver gun. I also gave a few swords to Inspector Liu who is also in Hong Kong."
The short-haired young man asked curiously: "Brother Mengwei, please tell us in detail."
The gray-clothed monk shook his head: "There's not much to say. What impressed me the most was Inspector Liu, because what he gave to Xu Zhengyang was just a gun, but to Inspector Liu, he gave many swords. "
"What about the Juque Sword, Qingyun Sword, Wuji Sword, Jade Tower Sword, Mysterious Secret Sword, Iron Painted Silver Hook Sword, Protecting the Country Sword, Gu Hong Sword, and there are too many that I don't remember."
As Monk Mengwei spoke, there was a hint of trepidation on his face as he said, "Hey, if I must say it, the deepest impression I had on that trip was..."
What he said next was too low, so the fat young man immediately came over and said, "What is it?"
The wet monk said quietly: "The two donors are so handsome."
The fat young man took a deep breath and stepped back.
The monk in the wet dream asked doubtfully: "Junior Brother Zicong, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Zicong used the piece of paper just now to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The monk with a wet dream asked in surprise: "Junior brother, why are you sweating so much? You just jumped a little bit. Are you so tired? Junior brother, are you too fat? Alas, I remember you were very handsome when you first came to the temple. , getting fatter and fatter these years..."
The sweat on Zicong's forehead became even more, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed: "Brother, look over there, is there a black shadow flying over?"
"Junior brother, don't lie to me. I advise you to lose weight for your own good. Now in our temple, only Tang Niu from Xiangjiyuan can compete with you in terms of weight."
The monk in the wet dream babbled, turned his head and glanced over there, and suddenly leaned back in shock.
"Why are there really so many black shadows? They are not flying, they are obviously running on the ground. What are they?!"
………………
On a peak ten miles away from Dream Valley.
King Wuxiang has the appearance of Yin Yang Dharma King, wearing a black and red ancient costume, with big sleeves flying in the wind, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the ancient temple in the distance.
Jiuju and the maid in red were standing behind him.
After arriving in Kunlun, the energy belonging to Hong Rixin in the Dream Valley was too obvious.
Ordinary people may not be able to notice it, but to King Wuxiang, that momentum is too scary, so he did not rush to take action, but commanded these men to be the vanguard.
King Wuxiang originally had many men, but most of them were wiped out forty-five years ago. The most elite ones left were Eunuch Chen’s group. But Eunuch Chen was too unlucky to bump into Yuanjiro first. He bumped into Guan Luoyang again, and two batches of evil stars followed him.
Since they are not his direct descendants, King Wuxiang certainly doesn't care too much about the feelings of those temporarily seconded from the Yin and Yang Realm.
Just like he never cared about how countless warm and happy places like Xiaolin Temple were destroyed by the turmoil they caused.
However, the human hands in the Yin and Yang world are not tools without self-awareness. They obviously have their own ideas.
Under the signal of the maid in red, the people in the Yin and Yang Realm did not directly attack the Dream Valley. Instead, they flew around the nearby mountains and separately used the Yin and Yang magic skills to bewitch the people in the mountain villages. .
Let people from one village after another, in a state of madness after being bewitched, rush out in full force and rush towards the Dream Valley crazily to create chaos and test the truth.
The people in the village are also preparing breakfast.
Some families with good conditions even turned on the TV. The whole family, young and old, were holding bowls of porridge, contentedly eating pickles or yesterday's leftovers and drinking porridge while watching TV.
But when those robed and long-sleeved figures in the Yin and Yang Realm flew over their village with ghostly whistling sounds.
The sounds of bowls about to be overturned and smashed were heard one after another. People, young and old, ran out frantically, grabbing all kinds of sundries and using them as weapons.
Even the children rushed forward holding up broken bowls and kuaizi.
There were also stronger people who ran directly to the telegraph poles that had been erected for a few years, and struggled to hold on to the poles and shake them.
The villages in the mountains were all in shambles.
The crowd was running wildly towards the Dream Valley.
The laughter in Xiaolin Temple was drowned out by the sudden ringing of the bell. Everyone lost their smiles and became alert.
The disciples who already had some foundation in martial arts all rushed out of the temple.
Meng Yi and Zicong led them to meet the oncoming crowd.
This time, something went wrong.
"Guanyin, why is this my third uncle?!"
"I am Foci... wait a minute, senior brother, the one on your left is my mother, what are you doing, what's wrong with you?"
Most of the lay disciples of Xiaolin Temple were recruited from various places. They were either talented, had a long-lasting fate with Xiaolin Temple, or were orphans adopted by the Hong family. After laying a good foundation, they were sent here to study.
However, many of the monks at Xiaolin Temple are related to the villagers in the nearby mountain villages and have been sent to the temple since childhood.
After many people reach adulthood, their martial arts talents are not good enough, or their family members persuade them to return to secular life.
The monks couldn't help but panic when they recognized their relatives and friends. What's even more troublesome is that many of these villagers have learned martial arts. Although their martial arts are not high, they are now controlled by the yin and yang magic skills, but they have exploded with extraordinary strength. He jumped tens of meters away, tearing apart a brick wall with his hands, as strong as an elephant.
Fortunately, the lay disciples were very powerful and used acupuncture techniques to temporarily suppress the situation.
But the crowds are still coming.
when!
!
The bell rang again.
Golden figures flew out from the temple one after another. Their flying postures were all kinds of strange. Some were sitting cross-legged, some had one foot in the air, some were holding their chins on their hands, and some were raising their eyebrows with their fingers.
The sound of chanting came from them. It was flat and dull, with overlapping intonations. If you listened carefully, you could also hear the sounds of yawning, rubbing joints, and moving muscles from the chanting.
This kind of scripture is neither solemn nor solemn, but it is a sound full of smoke and smoke. When you listen to it from a close distance, it is the same volume. When you listen to it from a distance, it is also the same volume.
The sounds heard ten miles away were no different from the sounds heard in front of them.
All the equanimity and normality are contained in the sound of this chant!
The surging crowd gradually stopped and they regained consciousness. They were surprised as to why they were here. Some adults immediately picked up their children, feeling frightened for a while.
And in the distant sky, the people in the Yin and Yang Realm were also forced to reveal themselves by the sound of such chanting, losing their illusory disguise, revealing entities dancing in the air.
They were all waving their long sleeves, and it was hard to tell the difference between men and women for a while, but they all had smiles on their faces, like burning moths on fire or pouring hot water into an ant nest.
After being forced out by the sound of chanting, the rare happiness of these people suddenly turned into anger, and the Yin and Yang magic skills emitted a magic sound that made the scenery look like a lake and made people's hearts crack.
The confrontation between the two kinds of sound skills, the mountain roads and slopes outside the Dameng Valley, the forest mountains, and some tourists' vehicles and tents, all kinds of scenery, sometimes become like a lake, sometimes become clear, as if they are stuck in a long stalemate.
“Hehehehahaha!
"
But at this moment, the Wuxiang King's smile changed its tone, and his laughter came out like billowing waves of dust and smoke.
"If you haven't shown up at this level, there is indeed a ghost!"
He stamped his foot, and the cliff beneath his feet suddenly tilted and broke apart. The maid in red and Jiuju hurriedly floated back and landed on the top of a mountain behind.
When King Wuxiang rose into the sky, the power of Wuxiang Divine Art wrapped around the cliff, rising instead of falling. He flew in front of King Wuxiang and was kicked by him. He immediately broke through the layers of air and exploded. Ring-shaped air waves broke through the air and flew away.
Half of the cliff, with an unknown number of boulders, soil, and stacks of plants inside, was now wrapped up as a whole by the Wuxiang Divine Art and flew away without any sign of disintegration.
Many disciples in Xiaolin Temple were horrified when they saw the huge shadow, with layers of air waves rolling and elongating on the surface, and crashing down into the valley. They were speechless for a moment.
They could hardly believe that a few minutes ago, everyone had just gotten up and were living the usual life in the temple, joking and complaining, but how could things suddenly become like this?
If that half of the cliff were to crash in at this speed.
Everything in the entire Dream Valley will be razed to the ground.
At this moment, a figure flashed high into the sky.
Zicong can indeed compete for the fattest person in the entire Xiaolin Temple, but he can also compete for the person with the best qinggong in the Xiaolin Temple.
The mystery of Qinggong is that it can make a fat man, who is heavier than a pig, fly in the air as light as a bird.
Zicong is not as fat as an adult pig, but his lightness is definitely better than any bird in the world.
Mengwei watched him crash into the half of the cliff, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand: "Junior Brother Zicong——"
In fact, before his four words had time to spread, Zicong had already touched the half of the cliff with a confident expression.
His expression was so confident, as if this kind of big difficulty or crisis could only be solved by him. He had finally waited for this opportunity and would definitely be able to solve it, with a heroic smile.
Moreover, when Zicong went there, all the flesh in his body was trembling slightly, so no one could tell that he was so scared that his legs were weak and his calves were trembling.
At that moment, he encountered the half of the cliff, and immediately changed his direction, turning around the half of the cliff from the side with great dexterity.
In just such a circle, he dug out thirty or forty large rocks and scattered them in all directions.
That half of the cliff was originally irregular and somewhat shaped like a pyramid, but now it has "slimmed down" and become a bit like a gourd.
The eighteen arhats in the sky, who were shining with golden light, almost exclaimed with joy for him.
But this is not enough.
In the past, if half of the cliff was knocked down, the Dream Valley would be flattened. Now if it is knocked down, the result will not be much better.
But Zicong had no chance to work harder. When he dug out those big rocks, his whole body was also affected by the repulsive influence of the phaseless true energy.
Although he made a successful circle, when he just completed the circle, he was thrown far away like a meteor hammer that was thrown away from his hand.
Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.
Abbot Guoqing had already sent the young monk into the Patriarch's Cave, then turned around and came out in time to swing the sword.
The blade emits a clear shadow and flashes several times in the air.
The half of the cliff, which was already somewhat like a gourd, suddenly fell into pieces.
Cracked again.
Crack again.
It cracked into thousands of pieces of earth and rocks, and its speed and strength were greatly reduced. They scattered and fell into the grassland and wasteland around Xiaolin Temple.
Smoke and dust were everywhere outside the temple, and there was a continuous roar.
In the temple, Dharma King Wuxiang had already stretched out a hand and put it on Abbot Guoqing's shoulder from behind.
Abbot Guoqing suddenly felt that his dentures were sore.
