The first cause of all realms

Chapter 545 I once discussed the Tao with Bodhidharma!

boom!
The sound wave was empty, rumbling and shaking.

The blood is surging, and the snow turns into rain.

It seems that there is a sharp edge piercing through it, splitting it into two halves. Yang Jue strides like a dragon, sweeping across the land for several miles, waiting to stop.

There is a strong wind blowing, blowing the rainwater from the melting snowflakes, flying all over the sky.

"Heavenly Dragon Yin?!"

As the strong wind howled, all the masters outside the moat couldn't help but retreat, only the three monks of Dachan Temple stood tall like a mountain, but their movements couldn't help slowing down.

This long howl was not enough to deter the three of them.

However, the three of them couldn't help but be moved when they saw Yang Qiu who came across the line.

In the eyes of others, the visitor might just be grand, but in their eyes, it's far more than that!

The skill in the reverberation of the sound waves is Tianlong Yin!

The golden light attached to its body surface is the indestructible body of a vajra, and the skill of exerting force all over its body during its strides actually contains the skill of the Buddha in throwing images!
This is not specious, not superficial practice, but the essence!

And the person he was talking about was...

when!
when!
when!
The exhaust air wave collided with the shadow of the golden bell, making a deafening loud bell sound. The bell wave reverberated, visible to the naked eye, and there was a gust of wind surging within tens of miles.

"Grandmaster Yinyue?"

The old monk Xu Jing lowered his palm that was about to stick out, doubt and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The secret techniques and magical achievements of Dachan Temple are well-known all over the world, and in the past 2000 years, there have been many leaks.

However, not everyone can practice Buddhist martial arts, not to mention outsiders, even disciples of the Meridian can't get its essence and mysteries.

If you want to master the practice, you must find the 'recipe' from the vast Buddhist scriptures.

The martial arts of the person who came here obviously got the essence, but Fighting Buddha Yinyue, it seems that there is no rumored disciple...

"Where did you learn my Dachan Temple magic skills and secret techniques?!"

Xu Jing was suspicious, the other two monks couldn't bear it anymore, they shouted loudly, unable to conceal their shock and anger.

call!
The cold wind blew the Xuanyi, Yang Jue looked around, his eyes swept across the crowd, and fell on Henry Zhang:
"The Northwest King has a wide network of contacts, even the abbot of Dachan Temple, please."

Without answering, Henry Zhang glanced at Lu Qingting who was standing in the distance, and his heart sank.

He was not surprised that Lu Qingting failed to reconcile, but what surprised him was that Ma Longtu died without even leaving him with the slightest injury.

This……

"Wu that thief!"

Not seeing him, the two old monks became more frightened and angry, and were about to drink again, but they were stopped by Xu Jing, and the voice of this shriveled and fleshless old monk was frighteningly loud:

"Dare to ask the benefactor, where did you secretly learn my Dachan Temple's magical skills?"

"Buddhist martial arts, the essence is mostly in the Buddhist scriptures. If there is no word of mouth for all kinds of terms, who can learn them secretly?"

Yang Yu was not angry either, and said lightly:
"Naturally, Bodhidharma personally passed it on."

"nonsense!"

The two monks were furious again, but the old monk Xu Jing remembered something, and his eyes became fierce:

"In the illusion of Baizhou Pingdu Mountain, there really is Patriarch Bodhidharma?!"

The Northwest King is very kind to Dachan Temple, but it is not a letter from him to let him come all the way from thousands of miles.

It was spread a few years ago, Pingdushan illusion.

According to legend, in that illusion, there are traces of Bodhidharma's Fulong, which aroused the enthusiasm of various Buddhist schools. The people he sent couldn't communicate, so he went himself.

At this moment, when Yang Jue said the words 'Dharma's personal biography', he was not angry but happy, and the fighting spirit that he had had faded away.

"Ping Dushan illusion?"

Hearing this, before Yang Jue answered, Henry Zhang's complexion changed, and only then did he realize that the old monk might just come along the way.

Instead, I came here for a helping hand...

Yang Jue naturally noticed the change in his complexion, and couldn't help but smile:
"That's right, in Pingdu Mountain, Grandmaster Bodhidharma and Mr. Yang met each other as old friends, and once sat down and talked about Taoism. All these martial arts were also passed down by him personally!"

"you!"

Hearing these words, the two irritable old monks became skeptical instead, and suddenly remembered the letter they received several years ago:

"You are, Yang prison?!"

The two old monks, who were three hundred years younger in total, looked at each other and gasped.

At this moment, the Yang prison who was passed on in the book a few years ago is actually the same person as the one who became famous all over the world because of the arrest warrant? !
This is by no means unexpected.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers away, and the message transmission is always distorted. Moreover, the Yang prison in the letter is a junior who has not even ignited the furnace.

The one in the arrest warrant is the master of fighting and killing, an extremely ferocious master.

In just a few years, who would have thought that these two people were actually the same person? !
"Amitabha."

The old monk Xu Jing clasped his hands together, all hostility gone:
"The benefactor has such good fortune, I really envy the old monk..."

Of course, he didn't believe that Yang Yu in the past few years was qualified to sit down and discuss the Dao with the Great Master Bodhidharma, but what he learned was so authentic, it was obvious that he had received the guidance of the Patriarch.

The ancestors passed on the merits, and the descendants naturally have no room for comment.

"Master Xu Jing!"

Seeing that the anger between the two had subsided, Henry Zhang finally couldn't bear it, and said in a deep voice:
"Don't listen to this person's nonsense! Who is the Great Master Bodhidharma? How could he discuss the Dao with a younger generation? This person may have learned the magic power of the Dachan Temple from elsewhere..."

"Why is your lord so impatient? Since I promised you, how could I turn my back on you?"

Xu Jing slightly shook her head, bluntly speaking:

"The prince is addicted to pleasure. Compared with 30 years ago, not only has his martial arts not improved, but he has also lost some of his demeanor..."

Not only Xu Jing, but also the other two old monks also heard the meaning of Henry Zhang's words, and they were slightly dissatisfied in their hearts.

"If you care about it, you will be chaotic. Don't blame the master."

Henry Zhang stagnated for breath and almost blushed, but he couldn't attack again, so he had to suppress his anger and smiled wryly:

"In Dao City, there are tens of millions of people. If the city gate is occupied by thieves, it will be a tragedy on earth..."

"Old pig and dog! You are also worthy of talking about human tragedies!"

Before Henry Zhang finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer. Yang Jue looked at him coldly, and his words were full of indifference:
"Zhang Yuanzhu, the first hero, how did you give birth to a beast that is not as good as a pig or a dog!"

"How dare you insult me!"

Henry Zhang was furious, his true energy surged, and his arrogance was like fire.

But immediately, the trembling sound of the earthquake had overwhelmed his long roar, Yang Ju stomped his feet, jumped up, swept across Li Xu, raised his fist like the sun, and fell down:

"How about humiliating you?!"

boom!
Urging the fist to go to the sky, the shot is like a thunderstorm.

Different from any martial artist, Yang Ju, who has ten dragons and ten elephants in his body, has almost no worries about lack of energy, and never tempts others.

A shot is a lore collision.

It has always been a fight against people, to lose is to be far behind, if to win, it is to win quickly!

"Too deceiving!"

Henry Zhang's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he glanced at Xu Jing from the corner of his eye, seeing that the latter was indifferent, he gritted his teeth and shot.

With a seriously injured body, I will urge the 'Tiangang Shenquan' again.

boom!
Like meteorites colliding, ripples scatter in all directions, and when they fall to the ground, the ground cracks, and when they fall into the moat, ice water splashes up.

400 years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu pushed the world across the world, and there was no one to resist. Someone once said that if he was not an emperor, he must be a supreme master comparable to the sloppy Taoist and the great master Bodhidharma.

Throughout his life, the miraculous skills passed down include "Undefeated Tiangang", "Tiangang Shenquan", "Yin and Yang Grinding", "Sky Wrath and True Gang" and other nine sects!

And this Tiangang Fist is exactly the killing method he relies on to push horizontally.

Henry Zhangyi couldn't match his situation, and he was seriously injured, but he also resisted Yang Yu's punch, but he also hit the ground like a shell, coughing up blood again.

"It's too fierce..."

The collision between the two was too fast and hasty, but Lu Qingting, Tieta Fa, and Big Boss, who were always watching the battle, naturally saw it clearly, and felt a little chill in their hearts.

This shot was too ferocious, and he was completely at a loss as to what to do on the battlefield.

"Amitabha."

One punch knocked Henry Zhang down, but Yang Yu, who had received his fist power in the mustard space, did not retreat half a step. When he raised his punch again and was about to smash it down again, Xu Jing had no choice but to strike.

With generous and full palms in front of them, accompanied by the sound of a huge bell, the two stepped back one after another, with serious eyes.

"Master Yang's divine power is unparalleled, and his boxing skills are profound, but the killing is a bit cruel..."

The old monk was slightly moved.

His understated palm contained the essence of the seven divine arts and secret arts, including "Vajra is not broken", "Buddha throwing an image", "cassock subduing demons".

He was actually forced to take a step back...

"Kill Kulie?"

Hearing this, Yang Ju couldn't help shaking his head:

"Master's words are completely wrong. Yang's ferociousness is far, far behind you..."

Xu Jing glanced at Henry Zhang, the latter's face was pale, and his injury was a little bit worse, hearing this, he couldn't help sneering:
"This king hasn't been in the city for 30 years, and he doesn't fight with others. Compared with being fierce, is it better than you being an official in the street and killing thousands in Yanzhou City?!"

"Amitabha."

The two old monks bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name.

It's hard to believe that such a person would use such an inhumane torture as 'Ling Chi'...

"Yang is not a good person. In the past ten years, not to mention [-] people have been killed, but thousands of people think it is a lot. However..."

Yang Ju was very calm, and he didn't care about the group of people whose expressions changed.

His line of sight fell on the 'snow wall' that was blown away by the strong wind between the two of them.

As his gaze shifted, everyone's attention also fell on the 'snow wall', and their expressions were all moved.

The gathering place where tens of thousands of people live is not big, but it is not small. Even if there is only one side of this snow wall, there are more than [-] corpses!
Under the wind and snow, corpses piled up, both men and women, mostly the old and the weak...

"The blizzard kept going for months, and the people were frozen to death by the blizzard. My king felt heartbroken when he saw it..."

Seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, Henry Zhang almost bit his teeth:
"You want to put their deaths on this king's head, but it's pure slander!"

His voice was high, but no one was listening.

"The master of the way, the king of the people, it is a sin to do nothing, let alone you, an inhuman pig and dog..."

Everyone was silent, even if they were silent, they clasped their hands together and lowered their heads.

There are countless big cities in the world, the government is in the front, and the parents are in the front, but they are outside the city gate, frozen and starved to death,

What despair and pain is this?

"Just now, you mentioned Ling Chi..."

Yang Ju raised his hand and held the half-broken double-edged knife:

"It's nice of you to take the initiative to mention,
very good……"

　Good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)