The first cause of all realms

Chapter 717
"People die, Dao disappears..."

The wind on the top of the Great Buddha Mountain seems to have stagnated for a moment.

Fan Ruyi stood among the stone forests, with a subtle expression, regret and expectation.

From the end of the Qin Dynasty to the modern world, during the more than three thousand years, strong men have emerged one after another, but there are only three people who can be called the supreme masters and have a huge impact on future generations.

Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and the sloppy Taoist.

Countless descendants have guessed and judged the three of them with various arguments.

But that's just guesswork.

Now, he can witness the collision of these two supreme masters.

only……

Looking at the old monk in the wind on the top of the mountain, Fan Ruyi felt a little pity in his heart.

It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to fight this Zen master, but it's also a pity that the two didn't have the opportunity to fight on an equal footing.

The Bodhidharma in front of him, even though he is not ignorant of spiritual wisdom, has already been seated more than 2000 years ago, even though he has made great progress in the birth and death of this illusion.

Comparable to Mr. Lu in the void, just...

"When the immortals and Buddhas are still extinguished, the heavens and the earth will also be doomed. Of course, there will be a day when someone dies in Lu, and this is nothing. You don't have to scare me..."

In the void, there seemed to be a Taoist platform looming, and he lowered his eyes from the clouds, whispering:
"Unfortunately, you won't see that day."

Woo!
The Buddha's chanting was so high-pitched that it sounded like gods crying and ghosts howling. That invisible big hand was as powerful as the legendary dragon reaching out for its claws.

Across the sea of ​​clouds and the sky, the mountains, forests and the earth trembled.

"Amitabha!"

The faint golden light intertwined and overlapped like a wave, and Bodhidharma folded his hands together, with one heart and one mind, facing the strongest and strongest God's palm in the ages.

There was no wave on his face, but there were imperceptible ripples in his eyes looking to the north:
"My old man has already seen it..."

……

……

boom!
At this moment, the world changed in Yang Ju's eyes.

Wilderness, bushes, mountains, clouds, cold wind...

Everything as far as the eye can see is operating at an extremely slow speed at this moment, and as he concentrates, everything seems to be peeled off at this moment.

Relying on the inexplicable blessing on the Buddha statue, Yang Ju saw the deep mystery of the fairyland for the first time.

Layers of light and shadow are intertwined and entangled, covering the world of this world, like a reflection in water, real and illusory.

'Is this enlightenment? '

This idea came to Yang Ju's mind.

At the same time, he unexpectedly captured all kinds of passing information scattered in the void world!
In a trance, he only felt that he had become a receiver in his previous life, able to easily capture the 'information' transmitted by different people in the same place on different frequencies, in different times.

That is, the information that existed!
Under the infusion of this information, his thinking, which was already extremely fast, began to operate at a high speed again.

Yang Qiu even felt that there was a fire burning in his skull.

This is not an illusion!
This is the fire of thinking ignited under the high-speed collision of thinking and external information!

In such a state, Yang Qiu only felt that he was standing at an unprecedented height, overlooking himself.

"The four images of God's will..."

"Spring grows and summer grows, autumn harvests and winter hides... There are four seasons in the sky, and people have birth, old age, sickness and death..."

"Four phenomena and all phenomena, all phenomena and four phenomena, combined with winter into boxing, can not be called four phenomena, combined with birth, old age, sickness and death, spring, summer, autumn and winter, four spirits change, just now are four phenomena, boxing..."

"God's will, God's will..."

"God's will, like a knife!"

……

Heaven's will four-element arrow, my mother wants you to be convinced, my mother's secret art of splitting mountains, King Kong's indestructible body, and undefeated Tiangang...

Tyrannical Fist, Divine Fist, Tiangang Fist, Azure Dragon Nine Kills, Three Kills swordsmanship...

All the martial arts that have been learned and appreciated that have never been practiced seem to be turned into firewood, supplying the fire of thinking, so that it can burn blazingly.

[Splitting Mountain Essence: Ninth Grade]

[Shenquan: Ninth Grade]

[Tiangang Fist: The Eighth Grade]

[Three Kill Swordsmanship: Eighth Grade]

[Hundred Step Flying Sword: Ninth Grade]

……

Under the violent collision of thinking, one martial art has made breakthroughs one after another, and the essences of each other are colliding and complementing each other.

In the past two years or so, he tried many times, but he could only squeeze together all kinds of boxing principles, at this moment, all of them were thrown into flames.

And in this blazing fire, there is a real tendency to merge.

'Enlightenment...'

A great throbbing arose in Yang Yu's heart, and it didn't retreat for a long time.

Click!

Until a certain moment, there was a sound of a bronze mirror shattering in his ear.

It was the faceless Buddha statue held by his palm that was cracking, like an unfired pottery figurine, from the head to the feet, full of cracks and bruises.

It is also void!

In an instant, Yang Ju saw that the void in front of him was cracking and spreading in all directions, spreading endlessly.

The bushes and weeds nearby, the mountains and boulders in the distance, the city walls and chariots and horses in the distance... until, the very high sky!

Countless cracks, criss-crossing and criss-crossing, covered the entire fairyland...

"Fantasy in
Collapse? ! "

Yang Jue's heart trembled.

The root of this fantasy realm of immortals and demons lies in Bodhidharma and the three demons he subdued, which is the spiritual will and Dao fruit of the great Buddhist master.

Normally, the disappearance of the illusion is like the fog gradually thinning, this shattering...

"problem occurs?!"

The thought disappeared in a flash, and along with the cracks of the Buddha statue, Yang Ju fell from the omniscient state of "enlightenment".

In an instant, an indescribably huge emptiness filled his entire mind and perception.

Made him almost cough up blood.

But for a few moments, he had already stabilized his mind, forcibly enduring the throbbing that seemed empty due to the huge gap.

With the help of the heterogeneous energy mechanism that had not completely dissipated, he looked far and wide, looking at the source of the shattered illusion,
Big Foshan.

He saw a big hand.

A huge hand that seemed to exist and seemed to be intertwined with wind and clouds, poked down from the cracked sky like a spider web.

It casts a huge shadow on the ground that can cover the mountains!
"This is……"

It was clearly perceived by Yu Mingming, but Yang Ju felt that his pupils were constricting violently.

In a trance, under the cracked sky, among the turbulent sea of ​​clouds, he seemed to see a dao platform with a hazy figure sitting cross-legged.

In the hazy mist, his facial features are invisible, only his slender body, long hair in green clothes, and a pair of dark golden eyes with double pupils can be vaguely seen.

Among the clouds and mist, his figure seemed to exist, but his aura was really vast and chaotic, like the earth and the sky.

Like a giant Buddha lying in the clouds, like a god coming to the nine heavens, with one arm lightly raised, and five fingers pressed, it is like a dragon reaching for its claws, and the sunset is in the sky, neither fast nor slow, but it is terrifying and indescribable!

It seems that with his pressing, the mountains and the earth will sink together, and the earth will be turned upside down!
"The Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm!"

Before a single thought flashed through, the forest where Yang Jue was standing was completely shattered, leaving no time for him to react, the whole person had been repelled by an invisible energy.

The moment the energy was added to his body, Yang Jue's heart shook. He was very familiar with this energy, and it came from the great Buddhist master.

"he……"

The moment he fell out of the illusion, he looked far into the distance, and with the help of the last ray of energy overflowing from the Buddha statue, he saw the Great Buddha Mountain again.

He saw the gray-clothed old monk who was as small as a speck of dust under the huge palm that covered the dome.

He seemed to be aware of it, clasped his hands, nodded with a smile, as if saying goodbye.

"Amitabha!"

……

……

boom!
As if breaking through some invisible barrier, Jie Se let out a muffled snort, and withdrew his empty palm.

Under the cracks, there is a large swirling mist. The vegetation, mountains, forests, and even the sea of ​​clouds and sky in this fairyland are all disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

He tried his best to stay and grab something, but he was still ruthlessly rejected.

It's just one step, it's already a double world.

"Ancestor..."

Even if I knew this day would come, I still couldn't stop my heart from rebooting, and my eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.

But before he had time to be sad, he turned around abruptly, avoiding the palm pressing on his shoulder.

"Treading Snow Without Trace?!"

There was a sound of surprise from behind.

Jie Se turned around, and he could see a group of monks and warriors in front of and behind the forest, headed by Zen Master Xu Jing of Dachan Temple, all of them were listed.

And judging from his appearance, it seems that he came back much earlier than himself?
"Retire!"

When one hand failed, the old monk glared angrily and said sharply:
"Reboot! How dare you steal... from my Dachan Temple's unique skills?!"

The old monk was shocked and furious.

Stepping on the snow without a trace is one of the top twelve unique skills among the 36 unique skills of Dachan Temple. Thousands of years ago, after the shocking change of Dachan Temple, this unique skill was also lost in the temple.

Seeing rebooting at this moment, how can he be calm?
It's just that he knew where he learned it from, so he swallowed the word 'steal' in anger.

"Taxue Wuhen! He actually learned to step Xue Wuhen!"

The crowd of monks who surrounded them, not only the monks from Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple, but most of them were pale.

Thousands of years ago, Dachan Temple was separated, Wuliangzong and Lanke Temple were actually branches of the ancestral line of Zen Buddhism, and Fulong Temple was just a side branch.

They are not even eligible to share the various magical skills passed down by the Patriarch Bodhidharma.

"Patriarch passed it on personally, who are you waiting for? Do you dare to question it?"

At the end of the sentence, more than a dozen people from Fulong Temple, headed by the old monk Jiesha, all showed up, protecting their bodies around Jiesai, and looked coldly at the old monk who scolded him angrily.

"You!"

The old monk flew into a rage, and was about to explode when he was stopped by Xu Jing.

"Junior brother Xuyi, don't make mistakes!"

With a light reprimand, Xu Jing calmed down and said:

"Master misunderstood, the patriarch passed on the skills, how dare we have the slightest doubt? It's just that Taxue Wuhen has been lost in my temple for a long time, and I feel a little excited when I suddenly see it."

"Then, is the poor monk misunderstood?"

Jie Sha sneered, but he didn't want to say more, he shook his monk's robe, and wanted to leave.

Call ~
There is a howling wind in the forest.

"Amitabha!"

Xu Jing clasped his hands together, all the monks behind him also stood still, although they didn't say a word, they didn't move out of the way.

"Huh~"

Quit killing sneer:

"Why, are you all going to keep all the monks of my Fulong Temple here?"

"It's related to the inheritance of the sect, the rise and fall of Zen, and I have no other choice. Please forgive me, master..."

With a slight sigh, Xu Jing looked at the monks of Fulong Temple, or in other words, rebooting:
"Since the turmoil in the temple thousands of years ago, my Zen sect has gone from bad to worse. Not to mention repeating the grand occasion of the past, the gap with the 'Li Zong' has become even bigger..."

He sighed.

The group of monks behind them also looked gloomy, even including the monks of Wuliangzong and Lanke Temple.

How prosperous was Zen Buddhism 2000 years ago?
Patriarch Bodhidharma came from across the ocean to clear the world of evil spirits and spread the essence. At that time, not to mention ordinary believers, even emperors and generals had many pious believers.

Among the ten lands in the Central Plains, there are few who can match them.

However, thousands of years ago, there was a great chaos in the temple. Unknown people broke the gate of the temple, killing and looting wantonly. In the end, not only the three sects were separated, but also many magical secret books were lost.

As a result, it was always difficult to recover in the following millennium, and even in the past 200 years, he was overwhelmed by the "Li Zong" headed by Fan Ruyi.

"Li Zong..."

Jie Sha frowned slightly, and was about to speak when Jie Se behind him recovered from his gloom.

"Master, all masters."

After more than ten years of wind and frost, the little monk who once had a face like a crown of jade, already had a bit of vicissitudes on his face. He bowed slightly and walked out of the protection of his master.

"Thanks to the great attention of the patriarch, he taught Zen skills, but the younger generation is dull and can't bear the heavy responsibility. These skills will not be kept private..."

At this point, the expressions of all the monks changed, Jie Sha frowned slightly, but the other side was more happy.

"I'm ashamed..."

Seeing the young monk turn around and take out a pen and ink from the bag to write, even the old monk Xu Yi who had angrily scolded him earlier couldn't help being moved.

Although all the monks in Fulong Temple frowned, they couldn't stop them.

At this moment, before and after the mountain forest, there are twenty times more monks in Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple than them, and there are many masters among them.

Once you do it, there is almost no chance of winning...

"Amitabha!"

Looking at the young monk who was writing vigorously, Xu Jing bowed slightly to thank him, but couldn't help but look into the depths of the mountain forest.

At this moment, most of the martial arts practitioners who have entered this fairyland have come out, but there are still two missing...

And those two...

Thinking about it, he still said:

"This place is so noisy, it's not a place to write. Why don't you go out of the forest first, find out where the scene is, and then write slowly?"

"No need..."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, within a short period of time, rebooting has actually put down his pen and stood up.

"This is?"

Old monk Xu Yi couldn't help but take a step forward, his gaze was like lightning, and when he scanned the paper, he could see that there was no writing on it, and there were a bunch of crooked figures drawn on it,
He was taken aback for a moment, then furious:
"How dare you play tricks on me?!"

"Junior Brother Xuyi!"

Xu Jing uttered a dragon chant, shaking the mountains and forests, suppressing all noises.

Looking at rebooting, his expression softened slightly:

"Little master, the patriarch's inheritance is from you. It has nothing to do with us. It's just that it concerns the safety of my Zen sect, so I have to ask for it..."

"How many magical skills have been passed down by the patriarch, and I have no greed for it. I just want to ask, little master, have you ever learned the 'Dharma Sutra of the Present World'?"

"Um?!"

Hearing this name, not to mention the monks in Da Chan Temple, the warriors in the mountains and forests, even the great masters such as Jie Sha couldn't help but change their expressions.

The current Dharma Sutra is the fundamental law of Zen Buddhism.

Zen has been practiced for thousands of years, and many amazing and brilliant masters have been unable to make further progress because of the lack of Dharma.

As a result, in the 400 years when the change of the sky is approaching and the spiritual energy is ten times stronger than in the past, only the martial sage 'Guangjue' has emerged from the Zen lineage.

"The current Dharma Sutra..."

With a slight sigh, Jie Sha couldn't say anything more.

call!
There is no need for any tacit understanding, inside and outside the forest, everyone's eyes have already fallen on Jie Lue.

Thousands of people point at it, but die without illness.

The gaze of a blood-changing warrior is enough to intimidate tigers and leopards, and frighten people's guts. At this moment, thousands of people are staring at him coldly. Even though they have already practiced abstinence, they feel that their eyes are dark.

"Masters..."

Jie Se was struggling to walk, panting heavily, he pushed away a group of brothers who wanted to protect him, met the eyes of the monks, and looked back:

"You have seen with your own eyes the shattering of the fairyland and the shattering of the land where the ancestors kept the gods, but why,
There is no concern at all..."

After a sigh, the mountains and forests suddenly fell silent, as if a needle could be heard falling.

At this moment, great disappointment flashed across Jie Se's face. In the past month or so, he explained to the patriarch more than once and defended the monks.

But at this moment...

"Little Master..."

Xu Jing bowed her head with a wry smile, even though he had read all the Buddhist scriptures, he was speechless at this moment.

But his voice hadn't uttered yet, it had already been frozen by the sharply falling cold current.

"because……"

From the mist rising from the mountains and forests, came the answer:
"Those who wear monk's robes may not all be monks, but there are also..."

"A maggot with a black heart!"

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