The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 133 A blow to the head (4000 words for subscription)

But with the butterfly Chu Linyang, the people present in the capital didn't believe in Xu Qi'an very much, and the power of all living beings was naturally scarce, so the ending didn't match the original book.

As Xu Qi'an managed to break through the Eight Suffering Formation, he was exhausted, and then the cause and effect of the fighting method and Buddhism fell on Chu Linyang's head again like a reincarnation.

But the gift given by fate has already secretly marked the price!
For example, the power of incense and fire is poisonous. Chu Linyang didn't think that Xu Qi'an, a fellow villager, could become a martial god without paying any price. Now it seems that what he paid was precious freedom.

Thinking about it this way, in the future, when the little brother knows everything, will he thank him as the big brother?

Chu Linyang: You're welcome, just call me daddy
One drink and one peck, could it be predetermined.Everything in the world has a cause and effect.

Reining in his thoughts, under the gaze of everyone, Chu Linyang stood up slowly, as if a tall giant surrounded by the sun, moon and stars had awakened from a deep sleep.

Looking at him is like looking at the boundless starry sky, and one can't help feeling how small one is.

Chu Linyang walked slowly towards the center of the square, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

He didn't say a word, but walking gave people an extremely calm feeling, as if this man could withstand the sky falling, which made people feel extremely at ease.

Although it wasn't as fancy as Xu Qi'an's appearance just now, but the hearts of the onlookers were inexplicably full of strength, making people sure that the victory will eventually belong to Dafeng.

Under the awning of the royal family, Princess Huaiqing, who has a beautiful appearance and a cold personality, is full of brilliance in her eyes, and there is such a dazzling person in Dafeng.

Wei Yuan on the other side also looked sideways slightly, Chu Linyang at this moment gave him a completely different feeling from before, as if he was also getting to know his junior for the first time.

The daughter of Chief Assistant Wang Zhenwen stared intently at the man the prison had invited to turn the tide, and was surprised that her piercing eyes scanned the audience just now and missed something.

Subconsciously, he glanced at a certain handsome and impeccable younger brother on the watchman's side, his bright eyes rolled around, and a full smile appeared on his face.

Everyone was silent, their eyes focused on the man who had already walked to the golden bowl.

"Old monk, it's too late to retreat now!"

A faint voice sounded, Chu Linyang did not directly enter the small Buddhist world maintained by the power of Dharma, but looked at Du Er Luohan with a half-smile.

"Amitabha, benefactor Chu, please!" Duer Luohan shook his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

Then let you feel the pain from now on!
Chu Linyang stepped into the small world step by step, and his figure appeared at the foot of the majestic mountain, surrounded by green trees, clouds and mist on the peak, and winding mountain paths.

Take a casual look around, already know it in your heart.

He didn't stay too long, walked leisurely up the mountain along the bluestone path, and soon came to the original eight bitter array. The array has dissipated, leaving only a stone tablet full of cracks.

Chu Linyang glanced at it casually, and the stele burst open immediately, as if even a glance was too heavy for the stele, and the rubble splashed all over the ground, leaving only a stump of root buried deep in the ground.

Without paying any attention, Chu Linyang withdrew his gaze and continued to climb up. After a while, he came to the little monk Jingsi.

At this time, the young monk's body was intertwined with golden light, and his handsome face was also very solemn and solemn.

"Little monk, we are destined to meet again." Chu Linyang smiled faintly.

"Amitabha, Jing Si is polite, benefactor Chu wants to continue to improve, please pass the little monk first." Jing Si's tone was calm and his eyes were pure.

At this moment, seeing Chu Linyang, who once defeated him with one move, did not show any timidity or fear, but the golden light on his body became more and more intense.

"I'm in a good mood."

Chu Linyang nodded. The two just had different positions, not any deep hatred, so it would be useless to talk more.

"It's still a trick, if you block it, I'll turn around and leave!" Chu Linyang stood with his hands behind his back, the divine light in his eyes flickered, which was more dazzling and compelling than the brilliance of the morning sun.

"Amitabha!" The little monk Jingsi clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice devoutly, as if he had transformed into a Buddha in that temple in an instant.

Under the heavy pressure, the little monk's Zen skills seemed to have advanced to a higher level.

The whole body was full of golden light, and the golden light of the entire Buddhist realm seemed to gather here. The body of the little monk seemed hazy and illusory, and the artistic conception of being as immobile as a mountain permeated the entire Foshan.

"Okay, not bad!"

Chu Linyang nodded slightly, then closed his eyes slightly, with a calm expression on his face, he raised his right hand behind his back, simply kneaded five fingers into a palm print, and pushed it out flatly.

It's as simple as if anyone from outside can hit this palm.

boom!
Obviously there was no terrible burst of power, but in the feeling of the little monk Jing Si, the sky turned dark in vain, and everything in the world has become empty.

In a trance, a perfect palm print came towards him as if slowly and quickly, the thought was mighty and majestic.

The palm print seems to hold a world that is expanding infinitely. As the world expands, the palm print expands accordingly.

With a flick of a finger, the palm print has swelled to the point where one's mind can't see its size, and then the world in the palm shrinks back into a singularity at an unknowable speed, erupting, collapsing, and collapsing suddenly.

What a palm print, what a calamity to destroy the world.

The little monk Jingsi's eyes were wide open, and a horrified expression appeared on his face, and the feeling of powerlessness once again filled his heart.

This is simply not a burden he can bear at this age. All the thoughts in his mind are suppressed, and his heart seems to have sunk into an endless hell.

The palm prints came with a bang, the little monk only felt his eyes go dark, and then completely lost consciousness.

Rumble!
At this time, Chu Linyang's palm showed its hidden power.

In the direction of Chu Linyang's palm print, the air reverberated, full of the screaming sound of the air being torn apart in an instant, it seemed to set off a turbulent wave in the small world, and the whole small world shook.

In the small world, the heavens and the earth roared, the air flow criss-crossed, and the void shattered, as if it was about to be shattered.

For a time, countless earth and rocks rose up, and it was gray.

From the perspective of outsiders, the golden bowl carrying the small world suddenly shakes violently, and the golden light shines out from the bowl, almost bursting into pieces.

"Not good! Everyone help me!" The old monk Duer, who had been calm all the time, also changed his face and exclaimed.

He hurriedly recited Buddhist scriptures with the Buddhist people behind him to bless and strengthen the golden bowl. The golden light on the surface of the golden bowl suddenly seemed to condense into substance, so that this Buddhist treasure was destroyed by Chu Linyang's palm.

When the weather calmed down and the golden light dimmed, the onlookers were in an uproar, oh, this movement is not small.All looked forward to the 'picture scroll' in mid-air.

Chu Linyang was no longer seen halfway up the mountain, only the little monk Jingsi was lying on the ground, lifeless.

The golden light all over the little monk's body has also disappeared, only a little golden light remains on the side of the transparent palm print on the abdomen.

Looking far away, one can clearly see that the entire mountain has been punched with a large transparent hole, which runs through an unknown number of miles.

All of a sudden, from nowhere, there was a frenzied wave of cheers, and as far as the eye could see, everyone was playing the crown and celebrating, it could be called a crowd of thousands.

The little monk lost again, twice by the same person!It can be called destructive and unrivaled.

Even Duke Huai was not as dazzling as him when he was young, the old aunt thought to herself.

"The dead bald donkey, isn't he very powerful? Hmph, do you really think that I am a big servant?"

"No matter how crazy the Buddhism is, go back to the Western Regions, Dafeng is not a place for you to play tricks."

"Look, everyone, the golden bowl is broken, and the monk's golden bowl is broken."

I don't know if it was the sharp-eyed shout that attracted a lot of attention, and the onlookers suddenly became excited.

In their eyes, this golden bowl is a magic tool. Now it seems that there is a big situation, how can they not let the crowd of spectators get very excited.

"What, what's wrong with the golden bowl? Everyone, get out of the way and let me see!"

Standing in front of the crowd, a few people from the rivers and lakes pushed aside the crowd, stood on their toes, looked sharply, and finally saw the golden bowl beside Du Er Luohan.

Sure enough, the golden bowl was no longer as delicate and complete as before. Several cracks could be seen on the surface, and there was a hole on the side, which could be vaguely seen to be in the shape of a palm.

The game is stable, and at this moment, Yuan Jingdi and the supervisor on the top of the Star Observation Building are very relaxed, talking and laughing.

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at the joy of the people below, and he was in a good mood. He was even thinking about what to reward when the time came to show the mighty grace of the emperor.

"It's true that the father of the tiger has no dogs and sons, the supervisor, what do you think of the son of Marquis Wu'an, and how is his cultivation?" Emperor Yuan Jing praised, and then asked.

"Naturally, he is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and there is no one in a million. In terms of cultivation, he should already be on par with his father." Jian Zheng said lightly, with white hair fluttering.

"Oh, I remember this kid from the Chu family is only in his early twenties, and he is already ranked fourth at this age, which is really rare, and he can be called a talent of the heavens." Emperor Yuan Jing nodded slightly in satisfaction.

Marquis Wu An hadn't done anything himself for 20 years, so Yuan Jing's impression of him was still the same as before, and he thought that the difference between the father and son of the Chu family that Jian Zheng said seemed to be fourth-rank martial arts.

But he didn't know that in the past 20 years, Marquis Wu'an had already entered the extraordinary, and now he was a third-rank martial artist on an equal footing with King Zhenbei, and Chu Linyang's combat power was even worse than that.

I don't know what to think of again, a smile appeared on Emperor Yuan Jing's face, he glanced at the several princesses in the imperial shed, each with his own merits, looked away and waved behind him.

An old eunuch who was waiting at the stairs had been paying attention, and when he saw the emperor summoning him, he immediately sprinted to Emperor Yuan Jing's side.

Emperor Yuan Jing showed a smile on his face, looked at the old eunuch who was waiting respectfully beside him, and said leisurely: "Big Companion, have you heard about the son of Marquis Wu'an marrying a wife?"

"Your Majesty, this servant has heard about it before. This son of the Marquis of Wu'an has not yet married a wife because of his obsession with cultivation. He was also well-known in the capital at that time. I think it has not changed since then."

The old eunuch replied respectfully, he knew the answer Yuan Jingdi wanted.

"Okay, you should inquire about this matter as soon as possible. There is no such thing as a proper marriage in the twenties. I am worried for Marquis Wu'an, haha."

Emperor Yuan Jing laughed, looking very happy.

"Your servant complies, I will arrange for people to inquire, and report back to His Majesty as soon as there is any news." The old eunuch saluted and then quickly withdrew.

Jianzheng was still looking down on the sentient beings as usual, but unknowingly cast a sideways glance at Emperor Yuan Jing, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, suddenly a very masculine middle-aged general walked in from the passage of the square, wearing armor and looking extraordinary.

With a resolute and natural expression, calm and calm, showing the demeanor of a general who has experienced many battles and is not afraid of danger, he went straight to Xungui's pergola and sat down boldly.

He stared at the 'picture scroll' in mid-air as if there was no one else around, more precisely, he looked at the young talent Chu Linyang in the 'picture scroll'.

Such an attractive man attracts the attention of rich ladies and some young ladies the most, and those who still have a self-sufficient charm stick to this man without blinking, full of aggression.

After finding out the identity of this person, many people even exclaimed, and their eyes seemed so sweet that honey could flow out when they looked back again.

The person who came was Chu Linyang's father, Chu Tianwu, Marquis of Wu'an. He was not interested in coming here to cheer his son on purpose.

And Chu Linyang, who didn't realize that Lao Tzu was there, was still walking up the small path along the path in the small world, and continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

The next third hurdle is the old monk from the original book without any accidents. According to him, it is a ray of obsession cut out by a Bodhisattva before he became enlightened. thought.

After a while, the path was temporarily cut off, and at the end it suddenly opened up, and there was an open field in front of my eyes, with rocky rocks in the middle and sparse vegetation, but there was a huge bodhi tree, and an old monk sat cross-legged under the tree.

The crown of the bodhi tree is like a cover, and the greenery is lush. Coupled with an old monk with ravines and vicissitudes on his face, the picture feels overwhelming and has some taste.

When Chu Linyang walked up to the old monk, he didn't open his mouth to talk to the old monk. Instead, he looked at the Bodhi tree behind him and nodded slightly.

Then the attention turned to the old monk. The old monk was wearing a large light yellow cassock, his face was full of compassion, his eyes were closed, and he looked lifeless, like a clay Buddha statue.

Chu Linyang still nodded slightly, then walked around the old monk and walked towards the bluestone path not far behind him.

He is here to climb the mountain, and it will be over when he reaches the top of the mountain. There is no need to disturb the monk's meditation practice.

After walking a few steps, a barrier suddenly appeared to block him, and the barrier faintly enveloped a part of the world, exuding a little hazy brilliance.

"Air wall? Formation? Restriction?"

Chu Linyang was a little puzzled, why your Buddhist sect can do such a gaudy thing, how embarrassing are the warriors.

And to him, this barrier is like taking off his pants and farting.

Raise your hand and press lightly.

Ka Ka Ka Ka ~
An ear-piercing sound sounded, and the brilliance covering the world shattered like broken ice, and the whole world began to vibrate non-stop again, with more and more cracks.

The old monk Duer outside watched Jin Bo's eyelids twitch slightly when he started acting like a demon again, frowned for the first time, and then immediately calmed down.

Seeing that the barrier was about to collapse, suddenly a Buddha's name and an old voice came from behind Chu Linyang:

"Amitabha, the donor has made a sign."

　Thank you all for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)