There are two well-known saints of the three religions in the world.
One is the leader of the Daode Sect in Beimang, Qilin Zhenren.
The second is Monk Nagarjuna, the abbot of Liyang Liangchan Temple.
One south and one north, one monk and one monk, facing each other.
However, the difference is that the Taoist sect Qilin's status is a distinguished national teacher who is so lofty that he can suppress Buddhism and promote the destruction of Buddhism in Beimang.
It is precisely because of this that it is said that monk Nagarjuna entered Beimang.
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Daodezong was built at the beginning of the Yellow River.
There are eighteen Taoist temples, nine on the left and nine on the left, distributed on both sides of the nine hundred and ninety-nine jade steps. At the end of the steps is the rumored Misty Gate. As the state religion of Beimang, Daodezong has an endless stream of pilgrims, and the endless incense blends into the mist, making Daodezong look more and more like a fairyland on earth.
Ten days ago, a Buddhist saint blocked the door and sat on the flat ground on the first step, meditating peacefully. He wanted to discuss Zen with Master Qilin, talk about Buddhism to the world, and establish a Buddhist heart for the homeless monk Beimang.
Master Qilin did not show up. He was a god-like figure, and the dragon never saw its end.
But among his six disciples, except for the one in the imperial court, the rest have returned to Tao Te Sect.
The first level of Taoism is Zhixuan.
In the past ten days, five first-level masters have used their own methods, whether controlling swords, thunder, or flames... They have used various methods to bombard the old monk.
Monk Nagarjuna allowed himself to be attacked and sat cross-legged.
This monk is worthy of being a first-rate saint of the three religions. He was bombarded by five top masters and could not even make up for any damage.
But as time passed, the flying swords had scratched the clean white cassock thousands of times, and the monk's whole body was covered with golden light and blood.
He remained calm and calm, and just started to recite the Diamond Sutra word for word.
At this time, Master Qilin's youngest disciple was walking towards the old monk step by step while holding a sword. Every step he took was extremely slow, but every time he touched the ground, the heaven and earth shook and thunder exploded.
At this step, Tianlei's Taoist real person momentum became more and more powerful. When there were only a few steps left before the old monk, wind and thunder were entangled, and energy rushed into the sky.
In the palm of the pinching hand, countless thunderbolts gathered, and a white light shone in a radius of dozens of feet.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that once the power of this blow is unleashed, the old monk will be severely damaged even if he does not return to the Paradise.
"You said you people don't understand the preciousness of the blood of Buddhist saints at all. You are really a bunch of losers."
At this moment, a voice sounded. At the same time, everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw a man in black appearing behind the monk.
The man in black held the gourd in one hand and pointed with the other hand, and the golden blood flew into the gourd.
While everyone was stunned, the man in black put all the blood into the gourd, sighed, then stretched out his hand to put a plate on the old monk's bald head. It was indeed smooth and discernible, and he said, "This monk is also a helper." He can't pass me, so I'm going to cover him for the time being, so you guys have nothing to say."
Of course no one said anything, they just looked at the man in black in a prepared manner.
Someone had vaguely guessed the identity of the person in front of him. He was dressed in black and extremely elegant. With such methods, perhaps the only one who had entered Beimang in recent days was the number one martial artist, Murong Wudi.
The Taoist master who was taking one step at a time frowned slightly, but he still drew the thunder with his hand, and stepped forward heavily and firmly.
"I told you that I am protecting this old man, why are you still disobedient?" Yu Liancheng stepped forward and appeared in front of the Taoist master in an instant.
Call away with a slap.
boom!
The Taoist sect flew out like a meteorite, destroying countless buildings. The dark clouds and thunder pools that were almost about to fall down suddenly collapsed at the same time, making people panic.
"presumptuous!"
"How can our Daode Sect be a place where you can run wild?"
The other four Taoist masters appeared at the same time, and suddenly flying swords, thunder, fire dragons, and ice arrows came down to Yulian City, covering their whole bodies.
"Well come."
Yu Liancheng grinned, then became solemn again. He moved the Tathagata's divine palm and struck it down in the air.
Boom! !
On this day, Murong Tonghuang, the first martial artist in the martial arts review, defeated Daodezong, leaving behind a large handprint that was tens of feet in size and one foot deep. He admired the wonders of Daodezong in the foggy Tianmen for a while, and then left with Monk Nagarjuna. And go.
Just one day later, before the news had completely spread, a white rainbow was seen piercing the sky, higher than the Tianmen, with a yellow waterfall behind it.
Bai Hong stopped and revealed his figure, but he was a monk in white clothes, floating out of the dust.
——The white-robed monk Li Beware.
Today's Zen masters who have the unique power of Maharaja are also disciples of Nagarjuna.
"The poor monk Li Dangxin came to repay the gift."
This monk in white carried a large section of the Yellow River across the Tianmen Gate, which is truly a generous act.
But soon, Li Dangxin scratched his head, looked around, and asked doubtfully: "Hey, where is the master? Why didn't you see him?"
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Yu Liancheng rescued Monk Nagarjuna and saved the monk's life, so he stopped caring about him.
The monk had given him the blood of Buddhist saints at the beginning, which was very helpful for him to study the Buddhist Vajra Realm, so he saved his life today.
As for whether this monk will continue to seek death and let others beat his Vajra body, that has nothing to do with Yu Liancheng. He deserves to be beaten to death. Who makes him so stubborn?
In this way, this trip to Beimang can almost be considered a success.
However, there is still a battle to be fought.
Yulian City looks to the south.
Several tyrannical qi jets shot into the sky, making no secret of it. They were all the best among first-class masters, as if they were silently provoking him.
"Then come on."
Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed sharply, and he walked alone towards the direction of the several qi machines.
boom! boom!
He didn't walk very fast, and he was walking leisurely, like walking in a garden, but every step he took was a distance of more than ten feet. And the distance is getting bigger and bigger, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
Not long after, Yulian City had crossed nearly a hundred miles and arrived in front of a small town.
It was still early in the day, but there was not a single pedestrian in the entire town, and it was silent. Even late at night, it was not so quiet.
But the town is not shabby. You can still vaguely see the smoke from cooking, and even the food on the wine table is still warm.
It seemed that in an instant, the entire town was moved away by some god using magical powers.
However, there is not a single person in this town.
When Yu Liancheng passed through an alley, he saw a middle-aged man taking a nap with his eyes closed.
This man had a rustic look all over him, and his appearance was ordinary, with nothing out of the ordinary about him. Even if you look at his face carefully, you may forget his appearance the next time you turn around.
The man was sitting on a coffin with another coffin placed next to him.
Both coffins were made of high-quality wood and were carved with complex patterns. They seemed to be newly made and exuded the fragrance of wood.
Uh-huh! !
As if feeling someone coming, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened.
He was ordinary and ordinary, but he was thrown into the sea of people and disappeared.
But at this moment, the man exuded a domineering and intimidating aura, majestic energy, and a burning fighting spirit, high-spirited and unrestrained.
He seemed to have transformed into an invincible ancient war god.
In other words, he is the God of War.
Those eyes were like lightning, and their violent aura was clearly evident, creating a frightening and terrifying aura out of thin air. Even if he is a second-grade young master, his legs will become weak if he takes one look at him.
The middle-aged man's voice was low and he said slowly: "The number one in martial arts evaluation, Murong Tonghuang?!"
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Beimang Military God, Tuoba Bodhisattva?!"
Although the two of them had doubts, they had already confirmed each other's identity.
The moment the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, invisible qi machines squeezed and collided with each other. A huge wave suddenly rolled up in the entire alley, and there was a lot of flying sand and rocks.
Tuoba Bodhisattva narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Very good, you are indeed here. I knew that not only would you not retreat, but you would also take the initiative to attack. Because you want to challenge the world's masters and become the well-deserved number one in the world." "
"Wrong." Yu Liancheng grinned and raised his eyebrows: "I just want to have a good fight and have a good time. I hope you won't let me down."
Tuoba Bodhisattva was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to gently move the lid of the coffin next to him, revealing a slightly twisted and pale corpse. The corpse had lost its vitality for a long time, but with a special method, The one who has not yet become corrupted is Tuoba Chun Falcon.
"This is my son, Tuoba Chun Falcon, who is also the heir to my mantle. After I led the Beimang army to conquer Beiliang and annexed the Central Plains, I proved the Tao through martial arts and ascended to the gate of heaven. He will sit with me current location."
"His talent is very good, but his temper is a bit impatient. I deliberately polished him and did not let him go to the army. I only let him wander in the world. He is a second-grade little grandmaster, and there are two giant demon lords to protect him. Take care of me. I thought there was no danger, but I didn’t want to meet you and end up with a failure. It’s not as good as God.”
Having said this, Tuoba Bodhisattva sighed softly, with endless sadness and loneliness.
The world-famous Beimang Military God was also a father. It was not pleasant for a white-haired man to give a black-haired man to his father.
Yu Liancheng was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said: "I'm very considerate of your mood. How about... why don't you give birth to another child? I think you're strong and you should be able to do it."
As a result, the originally slightly sad atmosphere was swept away.
Tuoba Bodhisattva suddenly looked at Yulian City, and his murderous intent was as real as the torrential river water sweeping over him.
