The first cause of all realms

Chapter 687 The real Buddha in the world, he is dead!

hum~
The night was dark and starry.

A blazing meteor pierced through the night, fell towards the direction of the pass, and fell the star.

"Whoo~"

The old demon lay cross-legged on the ground, looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of astonishing colors, and in a trance, he felt the vibration from the soul and the map of life.

That's a sign of the 'Beidou' present.

No one can understand the waves in his heart, for this moment, he has paid too much.

Beidou, the Lord is dead!
Before the tide rises, Beidou can only be born early in the midst of extreme slaughter and endless death.

Years of natural disasters and man-made disasters are not enough. Only when the extremely vigorous vitality is extinguished can it be possible to arouse the light of the Big Dipper.

What this flash of light meant, he knew too well.

"Henry Zhang, it's gone!"

No joy or sorrow, only a touch of regret.

One is on the Seven Killings Mountain, the other is Crouching Linlong Jing'an Mansion, the two of them have probably only met twice in the past few decades, and the real confrontation is only once.

Personal grievances are mostly non-existent, and their different positions do not prevent him from admiring this great hero of the world.

In the eight hundred years of the VII, he has seen countless heroes, but there are only a few who can be compared with him. In the last battle, his achievements in martial arts have already surpassed his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, and even surpassed All martial arts heroes in history.

Such a hero was born at this time when the sky was about to change. As long as he survived, he would definitely be able to step into the legendary road of immortality and Buddha in the future, and even go far.

"Pity……"

Thoughts arose in his mind, the old demon stretched his arms, feeling this young body with the 'aura of the emperor' and the highest luck in his eighth life.

People die and Tao disappears.

Facing an unrivaled hero like Zhang Xuanba, he didn't have any chance to keep his cultivation base, but it was unnecessary.

The realm does not fall, and the supernatural powers are still there, which is already enough.

Huhu~
As the night wind howled, the old demon slowly performed martial arts, and strong blood gushed out from the pores all over his body.

[Intercept the Tao, kill seven to win one, kill all kinds to worship the sky! 】

This extreme supernatural power is extremely domineering and cruel, and those who are cruel and merciless can exchange blood and achieve great success in a day, but because of this, there are hidden dangers.

Once upon a time, he was also burdened by it, and he was unable to take the last step.

But in this world where the practice of the seventh generation has been merged into one furnace, this supernatural power is no longer a burden for him.

call!
call!
Before midnight, all impurities had been expelled from his body, and the extremely pure blood flowed outside his body surface, slowly but firmly evolving into an oven.

In the middle of the night, it has already returned to the furnace.

This is the achievement of this predecessor, which took two years of killing.

"It's not enough."

Squeezing his fingers lightly, the old demon turned his eyes and looked into the depths of the night, only to hear the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

A great monk dressed in red came here.

After a distance of more than a hundred feet, he had already stopped, glanced around, and fixed his eyes on the old demon. His eyes were a little puzzled, and he immediately bowed:

"Tianlun Temple, Dulong, pay respects to senior..."

"Dragon Monk?"

The old demon narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where is Fanruyi?"

Fanruyi is the legend of Dali Buddhism.

According to legend, he came from a humble background, not even a serf, but one of the child molesters raised by a large family, the lowest level of the untouchables in Dali.

Growing up under discrimination and oppression, it can be said that he has suffered a lot in the world. He was even beaten three hundred times for stepping on the shadow of a nobleman, exposed to the sun for seven days, and almost died.

But it is such a person, but in 200 years, he has reached the peak of the Great Li Dynasty, with one teaching, one country.

Eternal Tianlun Temple, headed by it, is called by Dali people,
'Big Brahma'!
This person is also among the current masters, except for Zhang Xuanba, he is the person he fears the most.

"The teacher came here on purpose, but he was afraid that the senior would feel uneasy, so he sent a little monk here to inform,
He has already breached the 'Shuiyun Pass' in Yunzhou, and notified the You Khan King of your country, 'Laidu' who had been waiting outside the pass for a long time more than [-] days ago..."

"Close, it's broken."

The old demon was not surprised.

For a person like Fan Ruyi, once he made a move, without being stopped by warriors of the same level, he could enter the Ming court by himself.

In the same way, Zhang Xuanba, Mu Qingliu, himself, and even Nie Longtian are not impossible.

What frightened him was that the old monk, who seemed to have counted something, was able to send his disciples to find his body in this world...

"Master sent this little monk to come here to ask Senior to keep his promise and return the Bodhidharma's handwriting to us..."

Dulong Monk bowed slightly, with a rather humble attitude.

"Bodhidharma's handwriting... Your teacher, is he going to Pingdushan, Bodhidharma's illusion? It seems that he is still worse than Bodhidharma."

The Montenegrin old demon's heart skipped a beat.

Rumors of Bodhidharma's birth in Pingdu Mountain have been circulating for nearly ten years, and many Buddhist masters have flocked away.

"It's not easy to compare, it's not good to compare."

Dulong Monk waved his hands slightly, with reverence and reverence in his expression:
"Grandmaster Bodhidharma is the ancestor of Zen, a sage of Buddhism, and his Buddhist achievements are so high that no one in the future can compare..."

"Oh?"

The old demon raised his eyebrows.

There are such humble people in Tianlun Temple?
"Then, where's your teacher?"

"How can the teacher compare with the Great Master Bodhidharma?"

Monk Dulong held the Buddhist ceremony and worshiped far south, just like believers worshiping Buddha:
"He is an old man, he is the resident true Buddha..."

……

……

The night was dark.

In the corner of Fengtian Temple, in a small heavily guarded room, there was the sound of flipping books.

Wearing a prison robe, Xu Wenji sat upright, sometimes flipping through books, sometimes wielding a pen, without the slightest mentality that a prisoner should have.

As a great Confucianist in the world, he has not been treated harshly during the past few years in prison. The ministers in the court dare not say it clearly, but they have never been less caring in secret.

All kinds of books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are never in short supply, even being declined by him many times, people still bring delicious food and wine from time to time.

If it weren't for Dongchang's side, some people would even dare to send maid costumes.

But separated by a wall, Wang Muzhi naturally did not have this kind of treatment. For several years, no one came to visit except Qi Liuyi.

Of course, he didn't care.

"The frame is made of black iron, and the base is made of pure gold. This 'Fengtian Temple' is worthy of the name of a magic weapon. Although it is still a short shot away, it is still hard to shake..."

Caressing the cold wall, Wang Muzhi slightly admired.

Many times, he wanted to try whether he could break the wall with his current cultivation, but he still didn't do it.

Without him, this wall can be broken, but the teacher's "wall of heart" cannot be broken.

If you don't persuade him, even if the wall is broken, he will not go out, just like Emperor Qianheng summoned him several times, but Xu Wenji ignored it.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside.

Under the close surveillance of several eunuchs, the dusty fifth Jie came quickly, glanced at the shackles on his teacher's hands and feet, and immediately became furious:
"Dog, how dare you do this?!"

He was furious and cold, and all the guards and eunuchs trembled. The person in front of him had a temper that once dared to kill officials in the street. How dare they provoke him?

"Little five."

As Xu Wenji put down his pen and whispered, Fifth Jie's anger subsided, and he fell to his knees outside the door with a 'plop':

"Teacher, the disciple is late..."

"If you come early, there is nothing you can do."

Wang Muzhi sighed.

"you?"

Fifth Jie suddenly turned his head, surprise and horror flashed in his eyes, but he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"Go, let me talk to my teacher and senior brother!"

Several guards and eunuchs were very hesitant, but they still gritted their teeth and backed away after glancing at the indifferent Liu Jing in the distance.

The fifth family is a thousand-year-old family. There are many high-ranking officials in the court, and they are not something they can afford.

"Teacher, why do you..."

The first time he saw Wang Muzhi, Wu Jie knew in his heart that sometimes he couldn't save his teacher, but the teacher didn't want to leave.

Pedantic, old-fashioned, ignorant of flexibility, foolish and loyal...

He swallowed all the scolding when he saw the frail old man, how demanding can this be.

"Xiao Wu, take out the books you copied for the teacher."

Xu Wenji stood up.

The small prison robe looked very loose on his body. After several years in prison, he became thinner and thinner.

"Studies and lectures cannot save today's imperial court, today's world..."

Wang Muzhi shook his head.

He has said similar things countless times over the years.

"At least, I saved you."

Xu Wenji's cold response blocked his apprentice's mouth.

"Teacher, you..."

Fifth Jie was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a muffled noise from the next door, and suddenly turned around, only to see Wang Muzhi standing up at some point.

He squeezed the iron window tightly with both hands, and his eyes looking at the night sky became very solemn.

"Ok?"

Xu Wenji also seemed to be aware of it. Looking around, he saw meteors streaking across the sky in the night sky, falling hard from the north...

That is?

Suddenly, his heart shrank, and a great sourness surged in his heart:
"mysterious……"

"Fall the stars!"

Wang Muzhi's expression was solemn.

Through the supernatural power of 'splitting light and transforming shadows', he seemed to have captured a scene that was happening spontaneously in thousands of mountains and rivers.

Under the same starry sky, on a snowy field, in front of a deserted forest.

That is……

……

……

In the Fengtian Great Hall, there was a dead silence, and several guards were trembling.

Since that one came back from the palace, the huge Taoist palace has been shrouded in fear, and people died almost every day. Up to now, dozens of court ladies, eunuchs, and guards have been killed by sticks...

boom!
At a certain moment, there was a huge roar in the hall. The sound was so loud that several guards were almost scared to death on the spot.

Hastily knelt down on the ground, his face pale.

"it is good!"

In the main hall, Emperor Qianheng would not care about the minds of the guards, holding the round light mirror, the gloom of many days was swept away.

"well!"

Unable to take a few steps, Emperor Qianheng blushed and asked again:
"The old man, after killing the Black Mountain old demon, he was seriously injured?!"

Jin Yiwei on the other side of the bronze mirror, lowered his head and repeated it, but his heart couldn't help feeling sad...

"he……"

Suddenly, Emperor Qianheng seemed to be aware of something, he suddenly stepped out of the hall, looked out from the fence, and saw a starlight breaking through.

For some reason, the smile on his face froze:

"he died?!"

(End of this chapter)