The moon shines brightly.
The barren mountains are silent and the old crows are croaking.
Even in the dark of night, for accomplished Qi masters like Yang Lin and Wanwan.
The surrounding scenery is still the same as during the day.
Not to mention it is exhaustive, at least it can be seen clearly.
Whether you can see or not is another matter. Even if you can't see clearly, you can't see clearly. There are also feelings.
This time, even without Yang Lin's reminder, Wanwan felt a sad coldness coming from the wind the moment the boat entered the water and left.
It only took one point and three seconds to return from early spring to the depth of winter.
Under the induction of Qi, the high cliffs of the barren hills have turned into a country of frost and snow.
People are murderous, and the world is turned upside down.
Then, Yang Lin saw, sitting high on the top of the mountain, an old man wearing a thick brocade robe and a crown and belt.
Five long strands of beard were blown by the mountain wind and flew wildly. He was sitting on the rock, but he was as stable as a pine, and his face was as calm as ice and snow.
"Ning Daoqi."
Yang Lin chuckled.
He guessed that the number one person in the Central Plains Taoist Sect might come to visit him.
But he didn't expect that the other party would leave no room for action.
Not only did the Grand Master personally go out.
They also dispatched the number one master of Buddhism in the north, Jing Nian Zen Temple, to preside over Zen Master Kong.
Buddhism and Taoism join forces.
Still so shameless.
At this moment, Yang Lin finally felt a hint of the aggrievedness of Evil King Shi Zhixuan.
These white people either don't fight, or they just swarm in if they want to fight.
Yang Lin was even sure that the interception by these two people was actually just the first batch of attacks.
Even the nuns Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui, as well as the four great Buddhist saints in the world, Jiaxiang, Dixin, Daoxin, and Zhizhi, may also take action together.
I just don't know whether they didn't arrive in time because time was too tight, or they feel that these two people are enough to take them down.
That's just the way it is.
In the eyes of Ning Daoqi and Liao Kong.
He is just a master who has not yet broken through to the realm of Grandmaster. Although he is very powerful and can win against Shi Zhixuan, that's all.
In their view, just one Ning Daoqi can put them in a dilemma, not to mention that there is a monk named Kong Kong who is not much different from Ning Daoqi.
Looking back, he saw Wanwan fiercely drawing out the devil's double blades like an agitated little cat, spreading them across her chest, her aura spreading all over her body like a vortex.
He was confronting the monk in white who quietly appeared under the pine tree behind him.
The monk in white looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a face as gentle as jade, and an air of kindness and compassion.
A pair of eyes that looked like they were eighty or ninety years old, seeing through the vicissitudes of the world.
He also seems to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a childish light, pure and hot.
The monk held a pine branch with one hand, just like the Buddha holding flowers, with a smile on his face. He twisted the rosary beads in his left hand, and each bead slipped through his fingertips without even passing through his heart.
It has to be said that Buddhist masters are still very skillful, but they are also naturally capable of restraining demonic skills.
Wanwan's strength is definitely not weak. She can compete with Zhu Yuyan for thirty moves, but she is slightly behind. Among the masters of magic, she can be considered at the forefront.
However, when confronting this monk, he was clearly inferior, and his energy showed faint signs of rebound.
"Just go ahead and capture him, you have no chance."
Ning Daoqi, who was sitting on the mountain, finally opened his eyes. A huge force of energy rushed down like a sea tide, tightly covering Yang Lin and Wanwan.
It seems that at this moment, the moonlight, mountains and rivers have all turned into illusions...
The magical artistic conception of being carefree and doing nothing, wandering around the world, doing nothing but doing something, and understanding all things, quietly came to mind.
It makes people want to forget the worldly things, be with the breeze in the mountains, and be friends with the bright moon in the water.
All the world-wide competition and ambitions for hegemony are just a joke.
Once this kind of artistic conception comes into mind, in Wanwan's eyes, Ning Daoqi's figure high up in the mountains becomes boundless and cliff-like, covering the sky and the moon, and is indescribably tall.
It makes people unable to feel any hostility at all.
It seems that he is the mountain and he is the water.
He is this moment.
As soon as Ning Daoqi takes action, he is mysterious and mysterious, a wonderful realm of reality and reality.
Attacked from the spiritual level.
When Shi Feixuan and Shi Feixuan met Yang Lin in Jiangnan, they also had a tentative touch.
He thought he could see clearly.
The other party's spiritual cultivation is actually still a small level behind my own.
At least, in terms of mental strength, he has a certain advantage.
If Yang Lin had not protected Shi Feixuan at that time, Yang Lin would have taken action with some experts and five hundred elite cavalry.
This is also what he regrets most.
It hasn't been a few days since I returned to the north.
Then came the implementation of the policy of suppressing Buddhism and Taoism in the south.
Countless fellow Taoists came to the door crying and complaining that they could no longer stand in the south. Some Taoist sects that had been passed down for hundreds of years finally ended their inheritance.
Of course, Daomen was not the one who suffered the most heavy losses.
Buddhism is even worse.
Buddhism and Taoism forces in the world, during this period of time, Buddhism can almost be called a great success.
The four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties were not just talk...
Over the years, although the king no longer worshiped Buddhism, he did not suppress him. Yang Guang even tried to win over him intentionally or unintentionally, which caused Buddhist disciples to broadcast to all corners of the country.
After Yang Lin did this, the problem became bigger.
Not many lives were lost, but it was a fatal blow to the beliefs of the two sects.
He was not allowed to be an official, not allowed to join the army, was not exempted from taxes, and had to work every day, which was three times worse than other poor people.
I am so tired from the day that I have no time to think too much, and I have no energy left to pay homage to the Heavenly Lord or to believe in the Buddha.
Therefore, the reason why people have so many random thoughts and come up with so many tricks is actually because they have free time.
Only when you are too idle will you pay attention to spiritual pursuits and beliefs.
Once you are so busy that you work hard to fill your stomach every day, you are exhausted every day, and you fall unconscious, who will have the energy and money to believe in Buddhism?
All these consequences actually stem from the beginning of Ning Daoqi and Shi Feixuan's journey south.
Because they didn't know what to do, they supported the north and also intended to persuade the south to surrender, which angered Yang Lin.
Where there is a cause, there is an effect.
To say that Ning Daoqi didn't feel uncomfortable was definitely impossible.
Therefore, he is waiting for opportunities anytime and anywhere.
Finally, Yang Lin had this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be alone.
At this time, there were no thousands of horses and troops on the side, and there was only a little devil girl around him.
What better time than this?
So, he took action.
It's a masterstroke once it's launched, the wonderful realm of the void, the spiritual attack where heaven and man are united and the mind wanders freely.
You must first suppress your opponent mentally, and then when you take action, you can make the opponent unable to escape and become a little bird in the trap.
"Taoist Master Ning, what you are doing is a bit rude. You have your persistence and ideas, but you can't let everyone in the world act according to your ideas.
The Taoist sect pays attention to leisurely clouds and wild cranes, focusing on pure cultivation. You are running around here and there, interfering in all directions, and your control is too lenient. "
Yang Lin just stood there, seemingly unaware of Ning Daoqi's psychic attack.
A warm and sunny wind had already lit up around him.
With this wind, there is light everywhere.
Within a radius of tens of feet, birds were singing, flowers were fragrant, insects were chirping and animals were walking, and there was a hint of the growth of all things.
Wanwan's head felt clear and she took a deep breath.
Looking at the wonders around me in amazement.
It's still a barren mountain with a moonlit night, but it's just like the warmth of spring, flowers are blooming, and everything is coming back to life.
And what about my own king?
She looked up.
No one can be seen.
I can only see an extra sun around me.
Time was confused at this moment.
From night to early morning, from cold winter to warm spring, it’s just a glance.
"You have actually mastered the Art of Immortality to such a level. You can stand tall day and night, and time can stand forever. It's a pity that you have such a talent, but you don't follow the right path. You are indeed the false path of a great demon..."
Ning Daoqi, who had been sitting there with the old god, was so shocked that he almost pulled out his long beard.
He leapt up and jumped down.
The sound of a frenzied tsunami immediately sounded in the sky.
"Happily riding the clouds, controlling the air dragon!"
His cultivation comes from the "Nan Hua Sutra", which means free and easy to control the wind. When he is not taking action, he is the nature of heaven and earth, all in his heart, doing nothing and doing nothing, and everything is empty.
As soon as he made a move, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. The breeze was a sword and everything was a hand. It was as if the whole world was repelling and suppressing him, leaving Yang Lin under endless attacks. It was very difficult to fight back.
This is a competition in the Tao realm.
It is not simply a battle between cultivation and strength.
Ning Daoqi has devoted his whole life to studying the "Bapu of Sanshou" and asked himself, integrating all kinds of skills and unique skills in the world into the Eight Pus.
With one pounce, the void changes in all directions, making it difficult to stop and escape.
Even if Yang Lin made a strange breakthrough and entered the Grand Master realm, it was not long after he realized that heaven and man were one, and he was confident that in this situation, he would directly gain the upper hand.
Moreover, with the help of Master Kong, he powerfully killed his opponent.
As for the little girl from the Demon Sect next to him, he didn't take it seriously. The aftermath alone could make her soul disappear.
The old Taoist priest has been reluctant to take action for decades.
Once he has the intention to kill, he is as ruthless as the Supreme Being. The figure that attacks him, ethereal, transforms into thousands of birds, attacking from all directions.
When it reached Yang Lin's body, the little bird suddenly transformed, with wings covering the sky, a long beak like a sword, divine eyes, and claws like shadows.
The space was so torn apart that there were thin black marks, as if the poplar forest was about to be torn apart.
"That's it……"
Yang Lin's hands seemed to be fast and slow, and he raised them slightly, hugging the Dantian of his lower abdomen. His feet sank slightly, and his feet collapsed.
Rumble…
The mountain peaks trembled for a while, and the entire mountain range seemed to have sunk a few minutes. The surrounding light and shadows changed, and countless sun and white lights were absorbed like arrows. The surroundings suddenly returned to stars and a cold moon.
Just as Ning Daoqi's bird's beak Qi light struck, a ball of dazzling red light burst out from Yang Lin's hands.
As soon as a red lotus bud appears, blazing flames rise, and the lotus blossoms spread out ten feet around.
As soon as the big bird pounced in, it whined bursts, turned into smoke and dissipated, and was burned to ashes by the red lotus fire.
Ning Daoqi's figure appeared in a flash, his hand like a bird pecking at the yin and yang handprint raised by Yang Lin.
puff……
Great sound and sound.
Amidst the loud noise, Wanwan could no longer hear any sound.
In the red and blue light and shadow, where the lotus blossomed and faded, Ning Daoqi was seen flying backwards as if struck by thunder.
His brocade robe had been shattered into powder, and his exposed upper body, including his entire ancient and thick face, had countless tiny spider-like cracks at the same time.
It's like a piece of delicate porcelain that was hit by a giant hammer. Although it wasn't completely broken, it was damaged both internally and externally.
With just a slight touch, it will break into thousands of pieces.
An excited shout burst out of Wanwan's throat, but she couldn't hear what she was shouting at.
At this moment, she couldn't even control her body. The old Taoist priest Ning Daoqi used his lifelong skills and was full of murderous intent. It was not as simple as usual.
As one of the three great masters in the world and a master who has been the number one in the martial arts world of the Central Plains for decades, at this moment, his spirit, Qi, and body were all condensed into a single blow, with the force of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, turning into a giant. For an illusory creature like the golden-winged roc, using virtual reality to fight the opponent is inherently invincible.
Wanwan could not even imagine that there was anyone in the world who could catch such a powerful blow from the old Taoist priest.
Even if you block it, you will be injured.
With that kind of power, she, a master with innate late-stage combat power, was instinctively unwilling to resist, and just wanted to escape.
This is not at all caused by personal will, but an instinct to avoid death.
However, under the attack of Ning Daoqi's extremely superb Taoist secret method, Yang Lin refused to evade and hit him head-on.
The scene is blended into the scene, reality is transformed into emptiness, Qi and blood are transformed into blazing sun flames, and a golden lotus is planted in the fire. This is the way to avoid defeat by all means, and the golden body is invincible.
Ning Daoqi's killing move was undoubtedly like a moth flying into a flame, seeking death.
The two fought against each other, from the mind and will, to the depth of Taoism, to the true energy and blood, fighting in all aspects without any spare efforts.
Naturally, the stronger will win.
The most ironic thing is that one monk and two people joined forces to attack. Before Monk Liaokong could take action, the old god just looked aside and his own main battle force was already in danger.
How to fight this?
A trace of compassion and helplessness flashed across Liao Kong's eyes, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
His figure suddenly swelled, and there was a faint golden light on his body, and he shouted angrily: "To subjugate demons, Buddha also has fire."
The monk looked handsome and gentle. At this moment, he roared like King Vajra Ming. His figure became extremely huge. Between his words, a wave of golden air rushed forward like a mountain collapsing and the sea cracking.
What followed was that he broke the 108 Buddhist beads on his chest, and with a roar, formed a mysterious ten thousand-character seal, which he printed toward Yang Lin.
"Silent chant? Thirty years of skill combined into one blow, and then using the holy beads of pure chanting to seal the demon and calm the mind?"
Yang Lin sneered.
This old monk really treats himself as a devil. Is this brainwashing him into believing it?
Could it be that he had never thought that what he was practicing was the Taoist Supreme Mystical Art of Immortality.
More upright than anyone else.
The golden air flow came over, and a black and white vortex appeared in front of Yang Lin. Big fish of yin and yang were swimming, and the entire mountain range turned into black and white.
The golden light rushed in and there was no trace left.
The one hundred and eight rosary beads were like rain hitting banana trees, hitting the black and white light curtain in front of Yang Lin, causing only a few ripples.
"how come?"
Liao Kong vomited out his hard work, broke through the silent meditation for thirty years, and used 108 holy beads of pure chanting, but he only got this little result.
He couldn't believe his eyes at all and ran back without thinking.
The figure shrunk, like a cloud, quickly drifting away.
"Hit and run again? Are you annoyed?"
Yang Lin sneered.
Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the sleeves of his robe were slightly flicked, and a crystal rosary bead, attached with black and white light, surged, and shot through Monk Kong's vest from behind with a whoosh.
It burrowed into the soil with a chirping sound and disappeared.
Liao Kong's feet kept moving, and his eyes became lifeless. His left eye was pure white, and his right eye was pitch black. His body was covered with golden light, and his face was aging rapidly.
After running for dozens of miles, he arrived at Jing Nian Monastery. Amidst the exclamations of the monks, he stumbled and sat down, sighing: "This time I was really wrong. The big demon is about to attack. Send a message to the four great demons." Holy monk."
He lowered his head and looked at the large hole in his chest that was transparent from front to back without a heart, and said with a bitter smile, "Brother Ning Daoqi was also beaten until his body collapsed. There is such a person in the world...Buddha is compassionate..."
The last four words were already inaudible.
Liao Kong tilted his head and died.
There was a cry in the Zen courtyard.
…
On the hillside, after Yang Lin pierced the air with a yin-yang rosary, he stopped paying attention. He knew that the old monk was dead.
Turning around, he looked at Ning Daoqi.
I saw the number one master of the Central Plains Dao Sect sitting on the ground, just like when I first saw him, with an expression neither sad nor happy.
The mountain breeze blows.
His figure shook slightly, then turned into blood and water, and collapsed into a piece with a crash.
"Why bother?"
Yang Lin had a sneer on his lips and cold eyes.
This matter is not over yet.
…
Asking for a monthly ticket.
