The first cause of all realms

Chapter 456 Thousand-year Buddha Luck, Longyuan Changes!
fast!
too fast!
From sitting cross-legged in extreme silence to getting up and clasping hands, it seemed that it took less than a tenth of an instant. Not to mention the crowd watching, even Yinyue, who was engrossed in it, seemed to have lost the grasp of the person in front of her for an instant.

When they saw each other again, that white, crystal-clear, ivory-colored palm was about to reach the edge of his own.

Then came the thunderous roar!

And the source of this huge roar is that it stomped lightly!

Boom!

It's just a light tap of the toes, the ground, no, the square in front of the suspended view, is violently tumbling and shaking, and the mud, sand, earth and rocks are surging like a tide.

This square, which can accommodate hundreds of people, seems to be trampled over!
What kind of great power is this? !

There was no rush of blood energy, let alone fluctuations in true energy, but this was a terrifying scene, but it still shocked all bystanders.

Stepping on the mountains and rivers to wear!
Suddenly, such a thought appeared in Lu Qingting's mind.

"This person?!"

Chu Tianyi's pupils shrank violently.

He who has been concentrating on it all the time, can see it more clearly than anyone else, just standing up and stretching his palms, such small movements appear in his eyes, but it seems to be earth-shaking!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the long-lasting dragon chant, and saw the blue dragon roaring furiously, and the god elephant raised its nose. The pure and vast power made his scalp tingle.

A moment ago, he seemed to be just an ordinary young man, but after a moment, he was like a god in ancient mythology, holding up the sky!
Such an astonishing change, more than earth-shaking? !

Whoa!
Blood boils like boiling water.

Relying on the strength of this step, Yang Juan dropped his shoulders and elbows, loosened his waist and lowered his posture, one arm dropped to his waist, and the other hand stretched upwards, without any reservation.

On the seemingly unhurried palm, what gathered was the power of ten dragons and ten elephants!

The supernatural power of shaking is different from other supernatural powers that Yang Ju has come into contact with. Compared with supernatural powers with extraordinary abilities such as Tongyou and Fujin body refining, it seems ordinary.

However, this supernatural power is the only real strength that does not need to be urged, blends with flesh and blood, and grows in the bone marrow.

boom!
The intersection of the two was far faster than anyone imagined. Before the horrifying thoughts flashed in the hearts of the bystanders, the violent collision had already exploded.

boom!
Under the loud sound that could almost pierce the eardrums, with the two of them at the center, the ground with a radius of several tens of feet suddenly collapsed and sank by more than a foot.

The dust that was stepped into the sky by Yang Jue was instantly flattened by the invisible force, unable to fly.

The outer wall of the suspended view, together with the houses a little closer, collapsed in an instant, sticking firmly to the ground like cooking cakes crushed by a sledgehammer.

And above the sound waves, the real power reverberated like concentric circles, the sky was like the sea for a while, and the frenzy slammed in all directions.

This is the collision of pure power, the meeting of Zhigang and Zhiyang!
At this moment, there seemed to be flames of fierce friction between gold and iron dancing, like two hot meteors colliding on the top of the mountain!
"This old Taoist?!"

Yinyue looked moved.

He bowed down carrying the weight of mountains and seas, thinking that even a small mountain could be smashed to pieces, and steel and iron bones would be crushed into mud.

But the raised palm seemed to have the power to pull mountains and seas, and it stopped him from bowing down.

Not only that, but the Taoist in front of him seemed to be a bottomless black hole, with all the power he exerted, he disappeared without a trace like a mud cow in the sea.

And without a sound!
But how is this possible? !
After 80 years of hard training, his strength has already surpassed the world. He bowed first, and he thought that he would be able to bow to a great master of the same level to death.

Even if he couldn't overwhelm this sloppy Taoist with just one obeisance, how could he be followed so smoothly? !

"impossible!"

The raging wind couldn't shake Tie Tafa's burly body, as the only one in the field who didn't retreat and was the closest person.

He saw it clearly, and was even more shocked to the extreme.

The moment the two met, countless scenes after the collision of the two appeared in his mind, but he never thought that it would be the scene in front of him.

"When Yinyue bowed, at least [-]% of his power disappeared out of thin air..."

Before the thought flashed across Chu Tianyi's mind, a high-pitched and sonorous dragon chant resounded in his ear.

"Goodbye!"

Breathing out like thunder, the sound like a dragon's chant, Yinyue's chest heaved violently, and the breath overflowing from her mouth and nose was as hot as magma.

In less than a second, he straightened his spine with the help of the huge counter-shock force, bowed down again, and the terrifying force spewed out again.

It was like an active volcano that had been squeezed for countless years and completely erupted.

wow~
All kinds of voices converge and travel far away.

The hurricane wind pushed out all the foreign objects in its path with incomparable tyranny, and the sharp wind knives left hideous scars on the ground and walls.

This time, the collision was much more violent than the first time, and the wind howled, as if it was going to level the entire mountain.

Even the iron stepping method had to take a step back to avoid being directly surrounded by two people.

"Who is this person?!"

It wasn't until the second collision fell that the two Xuankong Mountain true disciples who had fallen into a trance came back to their senses. Looking at the ruin-like square, they felt a little astringent in their throats.

Even, an unbelievable thought occurred to him: Could it be possible that this person is a rejuvenated patriarch? !

"it turns out……"

Yinyue's eyebrows were dripping with dark red blood, and she was in great shock.

This bow, just like before, the force he exerted was still muddy, without splashing the slightest splash.

In front of him, the Taoist who was three heads shorter than him, and was very old, was as unshakable as the legendary holy mountain reaching the sky.

This scene had such an impact on him that the trance that shouldn't have appeared on him appeared.

The strength that he was famous for and proud of, actually lost to him? !
"Do you still want to pray?"

The black martial robe moved around, but Yang Ju withdrew his palms, his hands were upside down, his left palm wrapped around his slightly trembling right hand.

Cover the wound that burst out due to the inability of the mustard space.

His horizontal practice is far inferior to the great monk in front of him. Even though ten dragons and ten elephants can lift mountains, the counter-shock force is really too much for him.

If it weren't for the mustard space to unload the force, it would be impossible to receive the power of these two worships so easily.

"Amitabha."

After a brief silence, Yinyue closed his hands tremblingly, his expression dimmed instantly:

"God doesn't bless my Buddhism, so what can I do?"

Breathing out a foul breath, Yinyue's burly body seemed to be three points shorter, and the extremely strong frustration and unwillingness bit his heart.

From the day he entered the Dachan Temple, the master said that he is the most gifted person in Buddhist martial arts for thousands of years after Bodhidharma.

He also lives up to the expectations of the public, but he has learned something, all of which are refined and pure, and he has also practiced various martial arts and strange arts, but he can achieve great success in all of them.

He once thought that he would surpass Bodhidharma and become a Buddhist monument, until he encountered the old Taoist in front of him for the first time...

Faintly, he already felt it.

The Buddha's luck that had flourished for thousands of years had come to an end with his downfall. I was afraid that in the future, Dachan Temple would fall apart.

"Gentleman's Ze, beheaded for five lifetimes. It was 400 years ago that Great Master Bodhidharma opened the Dachan Temple..."

Yang Yu said:
"The sun and the moon still have their ups and downs, so who can live forever?"

Yang Yu felt a little touched.

The great monk in front of him is really a figure with the best martial arts, if he really wants to make a move, he is not sure.

The sloppy Taoist is ten times better than him, and he is known as the supreme master who comes out once in a thousand years.

But so what?

Thousands of years later, the Dachan Temple has long been reduced to second-rate, not as good as the branched Lanke Temple. The Hanging Mountain is now in full swing, and by then, it will eventually decline.

"Today's defeat is really because Yinyue is not as good as a real person, but it's not because my Dachan Temple's martial arts is not as good as your Hanging Mountain! It's not because you are worse than Patriarch Bodhidharma!"

Yinyue's breath calmed down.

Looking at the old Taoist in front of him who seemed to have no messy hair, he slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, turned and left:
"In the future, when Buddhist disciples come to worship the mountain, Master Zhang, you will definitely see it on that day!"

As the voice echoed, a group of monks from Dachan Temple with ugly expressions all went down the mountain, and a lot of people from the martial arts forest watching the excitement also dispersed.

There are many masters among them, they have gained a lot today, and they are looking for land to digest.

"puff!"

Not long after going down the mountain, Yinyue suddenly coughed up blood, and all the monks panicked.

"Thousand-year Buddha luck, self-defeating..."

With a mouthful of black blood, Yinyue couldn't spit out the depression in his heart. Yinyue was holding a Zen stick and a monk's robe. For a moment, he wanted to rush up the Hanging Mountain and die in martyrdom.

Can……

As if feeling something, he flicked his sleeves to push back a group of monks who wanted to come to help him, strode forward, turned over a hill, and stopped suddenly.

It is winter, and although the weather is not yet severe, everything has returned to silence.

But before his eyes, there was a scene of early spring full of flowers, lush vegetation and flowing spring water.

"This is……"

Yinyue murmured.

His gaze drifted away and landed on the bank of the stream, where a woman in red was sitting cross-legged, with a nine-foot-tall sword standing beside her.

"Amitabha!"

……

……

"It's no wonder that Dachan Temple will soon split into three sects, Lanke, Dachan, and Wuliang..."

Looking at the backs of the group of monks going away, Yang Yu felt silent.

In Bodhidharma Fulongtu's illusion, he witnessed the Dachan Temple from scratch.

In the Dachan Temple at that time, all the monks headed by Bodhidharma practiced asceticism, ranging from reclaiming wasteland to repairing mountain gates and carving Buddha statues.
In the final analysis, Bodhidharma taught not only martial arts, but also Zen.

Today's Dachan Temple is still Dachan Temple, but it can no longer afford the word "Zen". Without the meaning of Zen, even if there is no Hanging Mountain, it will eventually fall apart.

Turning his mind, Yang Jue took a look at the descendants who wanted to approach, but were stopped by the Xuankong Mountain disciples outside the mountain path.

With the departure of Monk Yinyue, the first node of this "sloppy Taoist encountering magic record" has also been completed.

But compared to this, what he cared more about was that at a certain moment before, he felt the trembling of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword.

"Is there a peerless swordsman?"

　The two changes are over, good night everyone.Push the book "Projection Upgrade Journey" In the world where the aura is revived, the ancient sect that has been silent for many years is about to revive.

In the mortal world, martial arts clans monopolize the inheritance of martial arts, and there are even ancient immortals rampant in the world.

Chen An came to this node, turned into a gang child, and stared blankly at the world.

Beside him, there are gangs fighting, fighting for power and profit, and there are demons and cholera outside, and gods and ghosts go hand in hand.

Faced with such a mess, the only thing he could do was to make good use of the upgrade template he brought with him.

　
(End of this chapter)