The first cause of all realms

Chapter 676 A big event that must be remembered by heaven and earth!
Huhu~
High above the sky, the strong wind howled.

Standing on the back of a crane, the Red Sun Dharma King looked down at the undulating mountains, rivers and land under the sea of ​​clouds. At a certain moment, he suddenly smiled:
"found it."

Boo!
The red-crowned white crane let out a long cry, then its wings split the wind and cloud, and it swooped down at a very high speed. The altitude of a thousand feet passed in an instant, and it didn't take long before it landed on a barren mountain.

beep~
In the ancient temple on the barren mountain, the sound of wooden fish echoed rhythmically.

Hearing the sound of cranes, Su Ming, who was dressed in unlined clothes and sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, raised his head slowly, and saw a very handsome young monk coming from outside the temple gate.

There was cinnabar on his brows, and his two long eyebrows flew obliquely to his ears. He didn't look young, but there seemed to be years of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Who would have imagined that the Buddha son who was enshrined into the mountain gate by Guangjue old thief Bald would transform into a 'Buddha demon' that is hated and feared by believers all over the world overnight?"

The Red Sun Dharma King stopped and looked at the young monk who had become famous in the Buddhist sect in recent years and was said to have a 'Buddha's appearance'.

At this moment, several months have passed since the shocking change in Lanke Temple.

But thinking about what he saw that day, he still can't help but sigh, how has such a shocking event happened in Lanke Temple for thousands of years.

"Whether it's a Buddha's child or a Buddha or a devil, I'm just me, and I never change."

Su Ming was very calm.

It seemed that the person in front of him was not the Red Sun Dafa King who was regarded as a living Buddha in the Dali Dynasty, but an unusual monk.

"interesting."

Hearing this, Dharma King Hong Sun smiled, quite interested:
"A few years ago, I heard that there was a Buddhist child in Lanke Temple. I didn't pay much attention to it. Now it seems that it is somewhat interesting..."

Su Ming didn't say a word, just knocked on the wooden fish quietly and recited scriptures.

At this moment, it was not long before the sun rose in the east, strands of scattered golden light cast on his body from the gaps, and accompanied by the sound of chanting sutras, an inexplicable aura emerged.

"Zen state?"

The expressions of several old monks who followed behind Dharma King Hongri were shocked, and then their expressions became peaceful, but they were affected by their state of mind.

"I never believe that Arhats come to the world and Bodhisattvas are reincarnated, but you do have a Zen mind, and it is worth this experience..."

The Red Sun Dharma King smiled slightly and invited:
"My great departure is the Buddhist country that resides in the world. If you want the true meaning of Buddhism, sooner or later, you will have to go through it. Why don't you go through it with the old monk?"

His voice was neither high nor low, but as soon as he spoke, Su Ming had to stop the sound of knocking on the wooden fish. He slowly raised his head, and took another look at this handsome monk:
"You have no compassion."

The Red Sun Dharma King asked again:

"Hey, are you going or not?"

"Lanke Monastery regards me like a demon, monks all over the world hate me, hate me, hate me, are you not afraid if you invite me to Dali?"

Su Ming asked seriously.

"afraid?"

The Red Sun Dharma King laughed loudly when he heard the words:

"The old man is not even afraid of Zhang Xuanba now, even if you are a real Arhat and a reincarnated Bodhisattva, how could you scare me?!"

"If you're really not afraid, why bother to mention it by name?"

Su Ming is serious.

The Red Sun Dharma King stopped laughing, his eyes were slightly cold, and just about to make a move, Su Ming put away the wooden fish, bid farewell to the Buddha statue, and walked out of the ancient temple:
"I heard that in the Eternal Tianlun Temple, there are remains of the dojo where the Bodhisattva practiced..."

The Red Sun Dharma King smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when his heart felt a little hot, and a ray of golden light overflowed from the relic in his arms, and a voice came from inside:

"Master..."

"Ok?"

The Red Sun Dharma King frowned, but disappeared into the ancient temple.

Reappeared, already standing on the top of the barren mountain.

In the floodlit relic, a voice came out:
"Master, Zhang Xuanba left the customs a few months ago. Ten days ago, he appeared in Longyuan City and stopped the imperial driver of the Ming Emperor..."

"Out of customs..."

The Red Sun Dharma King narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately asked:
"He went to Longyuan? Then Junior Brother Anyue..."

"Dark, Master Dark Moon was blocked outside the Sirius Pass and was forced to retreat to Montenegro..."

Replies came from Shirley.

"Henry Zhang shot, he is still alive?"

The Red Sun King was startled:
"Could it be that the old guy is so seriously injured?"

"..."

The voice in the relic was silent for a moment, and carefully explained:
"Outside the Sirius Pass, the Yang prison who ruled the northwest suddenly appeared, shot and killed the Sirius Zuo Khan King Nayudu with one arrow, and then forced him to retreat, Master Dark Moon..."

"Who?! Yang prison?!"

……

……

boom!
boom!
Between the white mountains and the black waters, thunder-like explosions resounded through the mountains and forests.

A group of monks and soldiers stood in the distance. Hearing the movement, they all lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye. They didn't even dare to raise their eyes to look. No one dared to speak at this moment, for fear of offending the master among them.

boom!
After a long time, with a tooth-piercing bone cracking sound, the Dark Moon Dharma King finally pushed out the strange power from his body.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, the old monk's face returned to blood, but it was still extremely ugly, with shame and rage shining in his eyes.

"Yang Prison!"

Indescribable killing intent filled his chest, making his eyes slightly red.

Who is he?

The Dali Dynasty is different from other countries in the world, it is Zhengjiaoheyi's "Buddhist Kingdom", and the Eternal Tianlun Temple is the real ruler of the country.

As one of the four great masters of Dali, he is in charge of protecting the monks and soldiers of the monastery. One word is enough to make hundreds of millions of believers kneel down and entrust their wives and sons.

In a hundred years, apart from suffering a big loss under Henry Zhang, when has he ever been so humiliated?

Now chanting that name, his chest couldn't stop heaving, and he almost couldn't help wanting to lead the monks back and slaughter his entire family to vent his anger.

"Master!"

He glanced over, and all the monks and soldiers who were dormant in the forest knelt down on the ground one after another.

"Where is Senior Brother Hongri at the moment?"

Dark Moon Dharma King closed his eyes.

"Returning to master, a few months ago, Master Hongri returned after a battle with Zen Master Guangjue of Lanke Temple, and he may arrive outside the pass in a few days..."

A monk soldier bowed in response, panicked and apprehensive:
"I also ask the master to temporarily extinguish the fury of the thunder, and wait until the red sun master returns, and then destroy the sky wolf and capture this beast..."

"Not day, not day..."

Dark Moon Dharma King's chest heaved, his anger surged, and the remaining anger still persisted.

But the sudden news extinguished the anger in his heart like cold water.

The light of relic flowed from the chest, and in the meantime, there was a panicked voice:
"Come on, master, outside Sirius Pass, I found traces of Henry Zhang..."

Call ~
As soon as the words fell, the world seemed to be quiet.

Thousands of monks and soldiers hiding in the mountains and forests, including the Dark Moon Dharma King, were all breathless when they heard the words.

Henry Zhang!
This name seems to be as heavy as a mountain, and it directly suppresses all the noises in the mountains and forests.

During this trip to the Heavenly Wolf Pass, those who can be selected by the Dark Moon Dharma King to follow are all truly capable monks among the thousands of monks and soldiers, and many of them are masters who have personally experienced the battle decades ago.

At this moment, upon hearing this name, all the elite monks and soldiers of Tianlun Temple were shocked, with sweat on their foreheads, and some of them almost fell limp to the ground.

"Come on, master..."

The voice in the relic, full of apprehension and uneasiness, seemed to have been greatly frightened:

"The little monk saw with his own eyes that he appeared in front of Fang Zhenghao's tombstone at night, and he seemed to have discovered..."

"No return!"

The Dark Moon Dharma King suddenly came back to his senses, and sternly reprimanded, but the voice on the other side suddenly disappeared, and a moment later, there was a voice that made everyone present shudder:

"It's you bald donkeys again..."

……

……

The invasion of the Sirius to the south was a major event that shook the world, and there were many secret agents of other great powers inside and outside the Banshan Pass.

On the day when the war ended, feathered eagles had already brought the news to all directions.

Outside the barrier, the Sirius was defeated, Fang Zhenghao, the three masters of Longyuan, died in battle, and several great masters, including Zuo Khan King Nayudu, died during the battle.
Northwest Wang Yangju fixed the storm with three arrows, defeated the Sirius Army, and attacked the Dark Moon Dharma King of Dali Eternal Tianlun Temple as a great master...

One by one, if it is spread out, it will be enough to cause shocks in the world.

Not to mention, it happened at the border between the two great dynasties when Sirius invaded the south.

But even such a big event, which attracted attention from all directions, seemed bleak against the backdrop of another news.

Zhang Xuanba, Zhao Wang of the Western Mansion, has left the customs!
This news, like a gust of wind passing through the country, spread throughout the rivers and lakes and temples at a speed beyond anyone's imagination, causing the world to boil and countless people to be in an uproar.

More than just the Red Sun Dharma King and the Dark Moon Dharma King?
As the news spread, countless people from the rivers and lakes were moved after hearing the inquiry, and gathered in the land of white mountains and black waters outside the Great Wall, wanting to witness this big event that would surely shake the world.

Almost at the same time that the Dark Moon Dharma King got the news, Qingzhou and Yunzhou, Longyuan Daocheng, Northwest Dao, Ding'an Dao, Linlong Dao, the two dynasties outside the Great Wall, and even many important figures from overseas countries had already learned about it. the news.

Some people can't reach them, looking at the ocean and sighing. Those who are closer, almost come out of the customs by coincidence, or come by flying eagles or riding cranes.

All over the world, there was a sudden turmoil.

"Yang Prison..."

Between the white mountains and the black waters, in the Palace of the Seven Kills, the old demon from Montenegro lay reclined on the throne, tapping his knuckles on the armrest, muttering.

Before Fifth Baimei died, the scene he saw at the last moment flowed through his eyes.

"With the help of thunder and lightning, bless and push your body? Taoism or supernatural power? It's also somewhat interesting..."

The old demon murmured to himself, and had some expectations:

"Big Dipper..."

In the gloomy hall, in the shadows, as he talked to himself, a series of indifferent, cold, or fierce eyes suddenly lit up.

"he came!"

The old demon slowly raised his head.

In his eyes, energy flowed, and light and shadow were outlined. Following an inexplicable energy, he seemed to see the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky is above, and the boundless snowfield is below.

An old man who looks like an old farmer, is not tall, and is not good-looking, leading an old horse and walking slowly, and not far behind him, a swordsman in a black suit is walking slowly.

It seems to be aware of it.

Above the snowy field, the old man slowly raised his head, and his faint eyes seemed to reflect the White Mountain and Black Water, the palace like the Ink God.

(End of this chapter)