The first cause of all realms

Chapter 544 How does it compare to the printing of the moon that year?

Sometimes, choice is very important.

In the living room of the palace, Zhang Xuanyi, holding a teacup in his hand, felt slightly settled.

I am grateful for the choice I made to protect some acquainted warriors in the rivers and lakes while cutting down mountains and ruining temples and cleaning the rivers and lakes many years ago.

Without the grace of protection that day, the pressure to face today would be even greater.

only……

Following the narration of a royal guest, the expressions of the three old monks from Dachan Temple became more and more serious, even dignified.

"Amitabha."

A burly old monk clasped his hands together and softly recited the Buddha's name: "Benefactor Zhang, is that beheading knife really so powerful?"

Dachan Temple is located on Dongyang Road, adjacent to Lingnan Road, and far away from the Northwest. They traveled all the way, and it took several months, so the news was a bit blocked.

They had heard about the imperial court's arrest warrant, and they knew that it was listed on the list of mountains and rivers. However, the rumors were always exaggerated.

How can a young man who is not enough to stand up, even if he has good fortune, be so powerful?
However, hearing this Ke Qing's narration at this moment, I couldn't help being a little moved.

Duan Qilong, Meng Hanguang, Ma Longtu, these are all masters who have been famous for many years, how could it be...

"Every sentence is true."

Henry Zhang put down the teacup and sighed slightly:
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, the old man would have always been skeptical. But after witnessing his battle with Ma Longtu, I realized that the rumors were not exaggerated, or even insufficient.

That beheading knife, although not young enough to stand up, but its martial arts has reached the pinnacle, the old man is far from his opponent..."

far from its rivals...

When these words were spoken, Henry Zhang’s face was a little bitter.

At the age of a hundred years, admitting that he is not as good as a boy who can stand up for a year, he is unwilling in his heart, but he has to admit it.

Even, if he hadn't been a vassal king, he might have retreated by now.

But he is not a martial artist after all, his family has nearly [-] people...

"This……"

The two old monks looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Only Xu Jing's expression remained the same, and his focus was also different from the other two: "Benefactor Zhang, does he really possess the 'earth-shaking supernatural power'?"

"This is information from the six doors, it must not be false."

Henry Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered something.

Monk Xujing is the current abbot of Dachan Temple.

And his senior brother was the Zen master Shengyun who died of exhaustion 30 years ago by virtue of the secret technique of 'Buddha throwing an image' to wrestle with his brother Xifu Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba!

He is going to...

"good very good."

Nodding her head, saying hello twice, Xu Jing clasped her hands together and stood up slowly.

"Grandmaster?"

Henry Zhang then got up.

Xu Jing didn't answer, and turned to look outside the door.

At this moment, the setting sun was slanting to the west, and the wind and snow had not cleared, but he felt an extremely hot and tyrannical aura, approaching from far away:

"he came."

……

……

Daocheng, as the center of a line, is a place of all goodness. Whenever there is a disaster in the territory, it will mostly gather at this center.

The Northwest Road was hit by the disaster in a day. Long before the month-long blizzard, many families had relocated from the villages and towns near the Northwest Road City.

Of course, wealthy families are relocated, and ordinary people are fleeing from famine. Even if they come, they will not be able to settle in Dao City.

Fortunately, Dao City is rich and prosperous. Although they can't enter the city and settle down, they can still make a living by going to and from the city every day.

Outside the frozen moat, there is a large temporary gathering place, where tens of thousands of people settle down and report to each other to keep warm.

After going through the severe winter and waiting for the beginning of spring, relying on the prosperity of Daocheng, there may be a turning point.

However, this blizzard was not only big, but also long, and when it reached Dao City, people were frozen to death, let alone this gathering place.

A group of people got out of the city gate, and before they crossed the moat, they smelled an unpleasant smell of corpses in the lingering snowstorm.

"Amitabha."

Walking to this point, the three of Xu Jing all stopped, put their hands together, and lightly recited scriptures for salvation.

The snow here is much thicker than other places. At first glance, it looks like a snow wall piled up by refugees to resist the cold.

But how keen is everyone's perception?

Under the snow, there are clearly corpses of cold bones...

"This……"

Henry Zhang’s complexion changed a few times, and he looked coldly at Ke Qing behind him:

"Back in the spring of last year, the king told me that the refugees should be properly resettled. Is that how you do things?"

"what?"

The Ke Qing was so frightened that he suddenly realized that he knelt down with a 'plop' and kowtowed repeatedly:

"My lord, my lord, please forgive me. It's not that I'm incompetent. It's because the snow is falling too hard..."

"How dare you make excuses!"

Henry Zhang’s face sank, he waved his hand, and someone dragged him away.

"Amitabha, good, good."

Xu Jing sighed lightly.

The expressions of the two old monks behind him were no longer very good.

They have seen a lot of tragic facts along the way, but most of them are remote and wild places, and this place is outside the northwest city!

It is only one step away from a center!

"This king is ashamed..."

"My lord, I don't need to say more, I just hope that after today's catastrophe, you can properly resettle the refugees here..."

Xu Jing was expressionless.

"If the master doesn't say anything, this king will definitely arrange it properly..."

Henry Zhang was ashamed.

"Hopefully."

Xu Jing no longer speaks.

This gathering place is just outside Daocheng. If Henry Zhang didn’t know anything about it, he would naturally not believe it, and no one would believe it.

Whoosh!

The cold wind brought flakes of snowflakes down. In the wind and snow, all the people were silent and waited with their hands down. Some people were depressed, while others only felt that the corpse smelled bad.

Farther away, many warriors from the rivers and lakes were watching from afar. Although they did not go, they clearly stated that they would not get involved in this matter again.

In the meantime, Tie Ted Fa clasped his hands and looked at the three old monks in the distance, a little eager to try.

Dachan Temple has been passed down for more than [-] years, and it can be said to be one of the oldest martial arts sects in the world.

Although it suffered a change thousands of years ago, it is no longer the grand occasion, but it is still the ancestral land of the Zen sect, one of the most famous sects in the world, and there are many masters.

Although Xu Jing is not as stunningly talented as his senior brother Sheng Yun Da Zen Master, he is still a top master, a great master-level existence who has become famous for Jiazi.

With all kinds of magical skills and secret methods, in the list of mountains and rivers, the ranking is even higher than that of Meng Hanguang, not inferior to the head teacher of Xuankong Mountain and the host of Lanke Temple.

only……

"This old prince's connections are really good, even such a big man can invite him?"

Xie Qi was also watching, feeling quite surprised.

In recent decades, Jianghu sects have kept a low profile than ever before, and the masters of many major sects rarely come out.

A person like Zen Master Xu Jing hasn't been out of the mountain gate for at least 20 years...

"Henry Zhang is afraid that he doesn't have such a big face."

The big boss barely regained his composure.

He really couldn't bear the ups and downs of the day, and was hesitating whether to withdraw the capital immediately, or to withdraw the principal with interest.

As soon as Henry Zhang borrowed luck with his magical powers, he could naturally recover his magical powers, not only the capital, but also a huge profit.

only……

"coming!"

Suddenly, the crowd became restless.

The big boss also seemed to have a feeling. Looking up, he saw a figure approaching from far away in the wind and snow.

"Yang Prison!"

Everyone was shocked, knowing that Ma Longtu might have been killed by him, and this time again...

'This is to stand up! '

The big boss narrowed his eyes, happy to see the success.

There are not many kings in the world who have a good opinion of him. Henry Zhang, the king of the Northwest, is not at his side. Over the years, his sons and grandsons have knocked him a lot of money.

Huhu~
Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a wind blowing.

In front of the gathering place, a group of masters from the royal residence felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they felt an invisible aura blowing towards them, as if dark clouds were overwhelming the city, and they couldn't breathe freely.

More than them?

Even Henry Zhang, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he felt a chill down his back:
"He's gaining momentum..."

In martial arts, there are three vehicles.

The lower ones focus on skills, the middle ones focus on Qi, the upper ones focus on spirit, and the ones above the three are at the height of martial arts, and the most important thing is power!

But at this moment, with a distance of more than ten li between each other, no matter how powerful the true energy is, it is not enough to convey it, and it can move him involuntarily.

Only potential!
"The entrance has not been opened, but it is already gaining momentum..."

The two old monks beside Xu Jing were also moved, and couldn't help but look at their senior brother.

"amazing."

Xu Jing uttered three words and took a step forward.

hum!
There seems to be a golden light visible to the naked eye centered on it, spreading out, and in a trance, there seems to be a huge bell echoing between the sky and the earth.

It is also like the ancient sky dragon howling under the stars and moon, this is, Dachan Temple, the sky dragon sings:

"Amitabha! The old man Dachan Temple is quiet and quiet, I have seen little benefactor Yang..."

boom!
On the banks of the moat, the snow was flying, and the frozen lake was cracked inch by inch. The wind and snow were smashed in the surging energy.

"Great Zen Master Xujing!"

A few miles away, Lu Qingting, who was still thinking about what to do, couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, and he looked up.

I saw under the city wall and outside the moat, there seemed to be a golden bell rising from the sky, shining bright light, its momentum was as thick as the ground, looking at it, I couldn't help but feel an unshakable thought in my heart.

And in this Buddha's name is the will of the person in general:

Stop!

"Heavenly Dragon Chant!"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

His perception was naturally much sharper than that of Lu Qingting's, and he felt the old monk's fighting spirit in the sky dragon's chant resounding through the wind and snow.

The strength of his will is not much worse than that of Fighting Buddha Yinyue a thousand years ago...

Just, want me to stop?
boom!
While stepping, the ground trembled and the mountains shook, and snow, mud and sand all rose up.

Facing the imposing manner rushing towards his face, Yang Jue stepped forward, also without reservation, the majestic spirit rose into the sky like wolf smoke, disturbing the wind and snow.

The scorching true spirit blends with the blood energy, urging a substantial scalding heat flow, like a raging flame burning the sky, and the sun blooms.

The air waves visible to the naked eye rolled and spread, and wherever they passed, the wind and snow were melted and turned into a continuous drizzle, pattering, from far to near!

"Um?!"

The huge turmoil made many spectators feel terrified, and the old monk Xu Jing couldn't help but look a little bit dignified

Boom!

The sound of rolling thunder reverberated on the snowy field. It was Yang Ju who came stepping forward, and returned with a long cry:

"Old monk, your style of Tianlong chant is good, but unfortunately, compared to Yinyue back then, it is far behind!"

(End of this chapter)