Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 113 The fire of Nirvana is like a short-lived epiphyllum, and the Bodhisattva with palms together will help me 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The misty smog is floating, and the cool late spring breeze is blowing, and the pink and tender spring plums that are scattered all over the mountains and plains are scattered in the heart.

The Wenyuan building complex with white walls and black tiles is shrouded in mountain mist, like a freehand painting of mountain dwellings with splashed ink, crossing the white jade archway of Wenyuan at the foot of the mountain, through the deep path, tender flowers on both sides fall to the ground, stacked on the bluestone road Flower canal-like scenery.

A thatched hut covered by a few plantains, billowing smoke from a charcoal stove.

Under the gate of thatched cottage.

A yellow pear wood chessboard, with several black and white chess pieces dotted on the criss-cross network.

Two old figures in Confucian shirts were sitting opposite each other, talking with their hands.

Suddenly, an invisible wave of air swept over, and several chess pieces on the trembling chessboard jumped involuntarily, shifting slightly.

The two old men who were in the middle of the game immediately stopped the urge to make the money.

The two raised their heads, and their deep eyes looked through the foot of the mountain, as if they saw the heroic old man standing above the city gate, tearing apart the barrier that was difficult to close.

Break through three thousand soldiers in one step, showing dominance and heroism!

In a daze, the two seemed to see the moment when the old man raised his sword vigorously to kill Emperor Yuanmeng when he was young.

Looking at the perception of the two primordial spirits, it seems that the endless sunset glow is constantly boiling and burning.

A long sigh came from the two mouths.

That is the fire of nirvana.

Once it is turned on, it means that the deadline has entered the countdown and is about to enter the end of life.

Even if the time limit is approaching, the strong man of the Nine Realms can still rely on his strong mind and body to keep the vitality in his body. Even if the decay is like a gangrene biting from all directions, he can still live stubbornly in the world for several years.

However, if one completely lets go of this suppressed essence of mind and body, and wipes out the decay like a gangrene with great power, the spirit, energy, and spirit will return to their peak, reaching an extremely majestic level.

The decay that can be erased does not really disappear, and the power obtained from the reflection of the light is like a flash in the pan after all.

In the process of erasing the rotten necrosis, the fire of nirvana will be born.

"Nirvana...is a hope."

"The fire of Nirvana in the Nine Realms is hope and despair."

Zhu Huoxi, the doctor, held a white stone and sighed.

The third master, Wang Banshan, looked at the chessboard in a daze. He and Zhao Huangting had a better relationship.

But after all, it can't match the power of time.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

The doctor looked at the third teacher.

"No, no face."

The third master grabbed a handful of black chess pieces and scattered them on the chessboard. With one finger on the chessboard, he flicked the pieces away.

"When Pang Ji returns, I plan to resign as the third master of the Academy of Arts."

Wang Banshan said.

"Today's incident is quite absurd. If I hadn't been my master, and I didn't take the position of the Academy of Arts, I would have taken action, but because of my status, I didn't take action, and my heart is ashamed."

"Besides, I've been clamoring for changes to the Academy of Arts, but I know that in Dazhao, changes are hard to come by."

The old man stood up, with his hands behind his back, standing in the courtyard, looking at a plantain tree outside the thatched hut.

Exhaustion flashed in the eyes: "Da Zhao and the Academy of Arts are almost bound together. The Academy of Arts is like a place to send talents to Da Zhao, but the temple of Da Zhao, the huge Lin'an is a big dyeing vat. When good talents enter, they become colorful."

"Maybe I still have some interest in learning, but I have lost the most essential heart of a scholar."

"In recent years, as a teacher of the Academy of Arts, I may have contracted some problems and become less pure."

"So, the sword aura of the saint master dying in the human world was born, and this world may undergo some unconventional changes. I plan to go out and take a look."

"Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of Nirvana without hesitation. I am a little envious of that freedom and wantonness, and it also makes me a little enlightened."

The third master Wang Banshan said with a smile, with a bit of carelessness in his voice.

"That's right, the Academy of Arts is no longer what it used to be."

The doctor Zhu Huoxi muttered, then got up, and walked to Wang Banshan's side. The two old men looked at the plantain in the yard together, and they could see the sky above the plantain, reflecting the sunset glow of thousands of miles burned by the fire of Nirvana , like a sunset trying to leave the most beautiful side in the world.

"Which peak is the southwest peak at sunset, and the rosy clouds are scattered thousands of miles away."

"On the side of Jiege Pavilion leaning on the railing, I want to exhaust the afterglow and fear the evening wind."

The doctor recited softly.

The third master stroked his beard and smiled.

"Pretty beautiful."

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Over the sky of Lin'an Mansion, the sunset glow travels thousands of miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is clear and bright, without any vision.

However, in the eyes of practitioners who have cultivated the primordial spirit, it seems that there is a flame burning in the sky at this moment, and the burning light reflects the glow of the sky!
Flames burned from the heroic old man who retreated [-] armors in one step, from every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood.

The old man in Taimiao was flying in plain clothes. He was full of arrogance at this moment, and his aura kept rising, overwhelming too many people. Even Li You'an's starlight sword, which crossed the sky above Lin'an Mansion, became eclipsed.

The old man's waist is straight, like a green bamboo cutting towards the sky, he is dressed in plain clothes, looking sideways at the world, laughing and cursing at the world.

With one step, even the army formed by the three thousand imperial guards and the Jinwu guards fell apart and collapsed thousands of miles away.

The wills of the two patriarchs who prevented him from getting up from Phoenix Mountain were directly crushed by him, and several ever-burning lamps in the imperial tomb on Phoenix Mountain were extinguished.

Zhao Huang Tinghao was full of anger, and he was the most energetic.

He looked at Li You'an who was sitting on the Xingchen sword, An Le and Hua Jiebing glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Let's go out of the city, I'll stop it, who dares to come..."

"Now I am very relaxed and free, and I will kill whoever comes."

"Those who are not afraid of death, just come."

"Let's see if my old bones that have ignited Nirvana and returned to their peak can kill people?"

The words trembled over the Lin'an Mansion and splashed on everyone's heart.

With just one step, the bloody Tong Diao Temple and the left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard were shocked, and they didn't dare to chase them out.

Especially Tong Diao Temple, which is also in the Nine Realms...how can there be such a big gap?

However, Zhao Huangting at this moment should be called the strongest in the Nine Realms, and within the Nine Realms, no one can compete.

This is an extremely peak practitioner who burns the fire of Nirvana and has climbed to the top with both energy and spirit.

A man whose life is like a short-lived epiphyllum.

Who dares to stop the huge Lin'an?
Who can stop it? !

The starlight crushed the world of mortals, and the sword slowly passed by. Between the burning sunset glow and the brilliant starlight, this sword across the sky above Lin'an floated slowly out of Lin'an under the attention of everyone.

On the sword weapon, a young man with a face as pale as thin paper and swarthy eyes quietly stared at this bustling and huge city like a dream.

The mountains in the city, the water in the city, the people in the city, everything is engraved in the depths of his pupils.

Anle exhaled lightly.

When leaving Taimiao Lane, stepping onto Qingbo Street, and walking towards the imperial city.

He had a vague premonition that maybe today he would bid farewell to Lin'an.

But when the farewell really came, he was inexplicably blocked after all.

However, he knew that he would return to this city after all.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword weapon bathed in starlight, carrying flowers to dissolve the ice, carrying Li You'an, carrying the young man who created a new legend on the imperial city!
The emperor of the Zhao family was sitting in the Tianxuan Palace, the darkness covered his figure, only a pair of eyes were seen through the haze, watching the sword carrying Hua Jiebing and the boy out of Lin'an.

No one stopped, no one stopped.

The whole city is silent.

After waiting for the starry sword to completely disappear in the sky above Lin'an Mansion, the tense strings in many people's hearts were suddenly loosened.

Emperor Zhao Song leaned on the throne and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Huangting saw that the whole city was silent, no one got up to stop him, he suddenly lost interest, he let out a breath of boredom, and with just one breath, a hurricane was set off across the city.

"It's boring."

The old man said lightly, then turned around and stepped out of Lin'an Mansion.

The large screen of light that soared into the sky to protect the city was superimposed together, isolating the inside and outside of the city, and finally completely separated the turmoil that was sweeping through the city.

On Royal Street.

Three thousand silver-armored guards and gold-armored Jinwu guards, who had been smashed by one person, looked at each other. At this time, they didn't know whether to pursue or not.

Tong Diaosi was dressed in a purple robe, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, dropped his hands to his waist, turned around silently, and walked slowly towards the imperial city.

The generals of the left and right Jinwu Guards also wanted to take the team back to the palace, but the two of them looked at each other, finally sighed, and led the team towards the outside of the city, and waited until the guarding formation receded, and went for a symbolic pursuit. This is their job.

Although there is not much hope to catch up, and I dare not catch up, but I still have to have what I should have.

Over the imperial city.

A figure fell down quickly, and finally hovered an inch above the protective formation.

The robes of Wang Guogong's dignitaries were constantly fluttering in the high-altitude wind and waves.

The old lady Yu has no expression on her face, holding a dragon-headed crutch. Although she is an old woman, she has the domineering and majesty of an old general who has expanded the territory.

In the battle between Wang Guogong and Mrs. Yu, he never got any good.

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Further up in the sea of ​​clouds.

The majestic mind blocked the terrifying knife like a cliff, and the exploding sea of ​​clouds continued to roll over and pile up, as if the Chilong hidden in it couldn't help rolling over.

Di Zang put on a bronze mask to cover the tattoos on his face, his hair was flying all over his head, and his eyes under the mask radiated a bloodthirsty red glow.

Di Zang at this moment is a peerless warrior, with terrifying qi and blood contained in his body, every drop of blood has the power to penetrate mountains.

"Di Zang, you and I don't need to fight anymore."

"ended."

Second Master Pang Ji said seriously.

However, Di Zang didn't listen at all, he held the first-grade Zhao Zu Dragon Slaying Saber, and kept slashing out the terrifying saber energy that could tear the sea of ​​clouds.

Pang Ji was very helpless, his face trembled slightly, his shirt fluttered, and he dissipated the precipice in front of him.

He grabbed the terrifying saber energy with his bare hands.

He took a step back with his legs and feet, rolled up his long sleeves, grasped the saber energy, and his figure was like a spinning top above the sea of ​​clouds, turning continuously, only to hear muffled sounds above the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky is clear and the sky is blue.

But there seemed to be spring thunder without warning.

When the old man in the sea of ​​clouds stood still, the saber aura disappeared, but the old man's sleeves were full of saber aura, which kept moving and thundering.

Di Zang put the knife back into its sheath, took off the bronze mask and fastened it to his waist, and said nothing more.

He just looked at his second wife, Pang Ji, indifferently.

"The nature of the Academy of Arts has changed. You three masters want to take that half-step, become a sage in the world, and stick to the current Academy of Arts, which is just a dream."

"None of the [-] Confucian students in the Academy of Arts can gather the greatness, and the only one who gathers the glory is not admitted to the Academy of Arts. Let me tell you, isn't it ridiculous?"

Di Zang shook his head.

The second master, Pang Ji, sighed: "The big tree is rooted in the soil and has grown for a long time. The roots and vines are already intertwined like a big net. It is not easy to move away."

Di Zang gave a disdainful smile, kicked the sole of his foot in the void, and the cloud exploded in an instant, and his body disappeared into the sky in an instant like a cannonball.

Only sneering words linger in the sky.

"No matter how much you say, it's just an excuse. When you have enough strength, you can pull down a towering tree!"

Wu Kui has left, but the master is still standing in the sky.

The second master, Pang Ji, watched Di Zang leave gracefully and return to Wumiao's figure, and sighed.

The saber energy in the sleeves exploded in an instant, and the sleeves of the Confucian shirt were cut to pieces.

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The starry sword traversed the sky, went straight for three hundred miles, and fell towards the peaks and green mountains that towered into the sky.

In the half-mountain pavilion, the misty mountain fog was cut away.

The calm was broken.

On the Daping, the starlight dissipated, Li Youan stood with his hands behind his back, and the sword disappeared thousands of times without a trace.

The breeze is coming slowly, blowing the peach blossoms in the anime mountain.

Hua Jiebing and An Le were standing on the Daping in the mountains, bathed in the spring breeze lingering in the mountains, An Le's pale complexion seemed to have eased a lot.

This is the sixth mountain, An Le knows it.

On the stone path on the mountain, there were two figures walking down slowly, they were the stern Lord of the Sixth Mountain and the veiled Fairy Yunrou.

An Le wears the green mountain and the ink pond on his waist, and cups his fists to bow to the sixth mountain lord who appears.

The Sixth Mountain Master looked at An Le, and his eyes could not restrain his appreciation: "In the face of the turbulent situation, with a fearless attitude, hold the sword, cut off the wind and waves in front of you, and cut out the bright world."

"After this time, you may soon have a sword heart."

The sixth mountain lord's praise made Anle smile shyly: "The mountain lord is absurd, but Mrs. Hua has been kind to me, gifted me with precious practice methods, and lit a green lamp on the road of practice for me. This is to protect me. Dao’s kindness should be reciprocated by springs.”

The cruel Sixth Mountain Master smiled again, and in front of An Le, he seemed like a melting iceberg: "You are different. In that situation, it is not uncommon to dare to draw your sword."

Fairy Yunrou looked sideways frequently, always feeling that the mountain master was very different from usual, and she had never laughed at her for several years.

The sixth mountain lord ignored Fairy Yunrou, and his eyes fell on the green mountain on Anle's waist.

"In Baiyu Square, you chopped off the big hand of the emperor of the Zhao family and broke the Yuanshen formation...you borrowed the power of Qingshan, right?"

The sixth mountain lord's eyes sparkled.

Li Youan and Hua Jiebing were also curious.

An Le, who was able to make the cultivation base of the four realms, exploded in an instant with a power comparable to that of the nine realms, although the power at that moment seemed to reproduce Zhao Huangting who held a sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng back then.

That kind of arrogance, that boldness, is so similar.

But it is also enough to illustrate the horror of the mysteries in the green hills.

An Le thought for a while, but didn't open her mouth. The existence of Suiyue Daoguo [Hero Qi Yin] naturally couldn't be explained to them, so she just said nothing.

However, in An Le's view, the arrogance caused by arrogance is indeed a reenactment of Zhao Huangting's glorious moment when he killed Emperor Yuanmeng.

It's a pity that after this wave, he doesn't know how long it will take to gather the power of [Heroic Yin] to perfection.

An Le didn't explain it, but Li You'an and the Sixth Mountain Lord knew the mystery of the Qingshan Sword Tool, so they didn't find it strange.

"Although that power is quite impressive, but your cultivation is really low, the inner alchemy is exhausted, the primordial spirit has fallen into a deep sleep, and there are cracks on the sword furnace..."

"You have to take a good rest and cultivate yourself."

Li Youan opened the mouth and said.

An Le nodded, not too worried on the face, because, just for a while, the ancient scriptures obtained from the visualization on the green hills have already begun to automatically repair the cracks on the sword furnace, and the primordial spirit is like an oasis breeding .

On the profound meaning of the green hills in the inner alchemy, the five birds also began to wake up, as if all things were revived after a winter snow.

Even, An Le has a faint feeling that after returning to full strength, whether it is refining the gods or exercising the body, it is possible to go further.

The only pity is that after using the heroic spirit of [Heroic Induction], [Fearless Heart] was never triggered.

Suddenly, Anle thought of the grand old man of the Taimiao who stood on the tower of Lin'an Mansion, who was full of arrogance and opened up the big formation to protect the city. The burning fire of Nirvana changed the color of the world and changed the sky, just like a real land fairy.

But the majestic spirit and the burning fire of Nirvana made him feel a little cold in the scorching heat.

It's like the heroic spirit drying up in the sky after returning to the light.

For a moment, An Le's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is Senior Zhao Huangting? Are you all right?"

The Sixth Mountain Master and Li You'an heard the words, both raised their heads and looked into the distance, where the flames could be faintly seen rising into the sky, and the sky could be seen filled with rays of light.

That was the direction Zhao Huangting was heading towards.

There, there is also a Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

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Outside Lin'an Mansion, between the mountains.

The Buddha's light began to fade away gradually.

Jianqi Bodhisattva held up the flowers, and Master Suzhu walked out of the painting like a misty white light, intertwined with mind and spirit, like a dream and an illusion.

The holy monk across the sea took back the golden bowl and cassock "Wugou Lianhuayi" expressionlessly, and the rivalry between the two began to gradually subside.

"Amitabha."

"The turmoil has settled, the poor monk should go."

Said the monk crossing the sea softly, he got up from the posture of Jia Zuo, and took a step in black and white cloth shoes.

However, the Thousand-Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattvas opened their eyes one after another, and the sword light cut into the void.

Master Suzhu pointed at the flower and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Zhao Huangting has burned Nirvana and is coming here, you can discuss it with him."

The monk crossing the sea froze, clasped his palms together, and recited a Buddha's name.

Then the golden Buddha bead in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and it exploded in the air without any distress. Countless Buddha lights burst out, turning into a huge Buddha statue, propping up the Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

The holy monk who crossed the sea from Lianhua Temple carried the Buddha on his shoulders and even chanted Amitabha, he fled away like flying.

After the sea crossing saint monk left.

A ball of flames swept over, Zhao Huangting hung around in plain clothes, and fell down with a bamboo stick, the blazing flames swept across, burning everything in the world.

"Ran?"

Zhao Huangting asked.

"He ran with the Buddha on his back." Guru Suzhu said softly.

"Damn, this baldness... crossing the sea is really useless, not at all pleasant." Zhao Huangting was just about to scold, when he remembered that the female Bodhisattva in front of him had also shaved off thirty-three thousand threads of worries, and suddenly changed his tone.

Master Suzhu looked at him with a smile.

Zhao Huangting hastily clamped the bamboo stick to the creaking hole, clasped his palms together, very reverent.

"Bodhisattva, help me."

ps: Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket!There is still one day left for the double monthly pass. I don’t know if I can see hope, go!
(End of this chapter)