Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 125 Outside the road blocking the city, the old monk threw a horse
The old monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, and took a step out of nowhere.

With a sound of "boom", it was like thunder rolling away, and the solid and thick yellow mud road suddenly shook.

The dust was shaken loose, like an earth dragon turning over.

Billows of smoke and dust shot up into the sky, and the black flood horse that was galloping in shock neighed endlessly.

Whoohoo!
The wind is blowing!

The strong air current pulled back the brand-new monk's robe, and the skinny old monk was holding a broken bowl and smiling.

Under the shriveled body, every muscle twisted like a dragon and snake, and the sound of rushing rivers and oceans could be heard.

That's blood boiling!
It's like a torrential dragon river hanging in the air!
Horrifying!

The merchants in the simple tea house did not see all this clearly.

I can only feel the ground rumbling, the strong wind whizzing past, and the movement is extremely noisy.

The unremarkable old monk suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and then fell down.

It's only one step, but it seems to have used a great magical power to shrink the ground into an inch.

The whole person disappeared in a "swish", half a snap of the fingers, and reappeared in the wide official road fifty steps away.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please go slowly."

The old monk holds a bowl in his right hand, and his voice is neither high nor low.

"A monk who doesn't know how to live or die dares to block the way..."

Sitting on the horseback was Yang Ping, the steward of the Duke of Liang's mansion.

He caught a glimpse of a figure in a monk's robe suddenly blocking the middle of the road, and he couldn't help sneering in surprise.

Shake the reins directly, clamp the horse's belly, and slam into it fiercely.

How terrifying would it be for a flood horse weighing several thousand kilograms, plus its own flesh and blood skeleton weighing several hundred kilograms, to run with all its strength?
Not to mention people!

Even if a wall of copper and iron is in front of you, it can still push out a hole!

"The old monk has never seen an army battle field before. There are thousands of elite cavalry, and the momentum of the combination of people and horses is fierce. No matter how powerful a martial arts master is, as long as he does not become a grand master, one charge will be gone..."

Yang Ping's thoughts flashed, his spine was tense, his waist was bent like a bow, and he was almost lying on the horse's back.

Under such actions, its speed is faster and its momentum is more fierce!

Half of the breath could not be breathed, and the black flood horse galloped towards it.

It comes from the Longhe Ranch in Northwest China and is used by the army.

After receiving special training, it is difficult to be frightened without avoiding people.

Put it on the battlefield, you can rush and kill wantonly, without fear of the shocking power of thunder and fire.

trample you to death!
This tall dragon horse spewed out two thick white air from its nostrils, exuding a ferocious aura.

Raise your front hoof and step down hard!
"Beast."

The old monk's complexion remained unchanged, and he stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, and made a straight palm and pushed it out.

Simple as hell, nothing fancy.

But no one could have imagined that the extremely terrifying dragon-elephant power was actually contained in that skinny body that was dying and decayed like a rotten tree.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
Between flipping palms, a series of cracking sounds resounded immediately!
The huge airflow within a hundred steps was squeezed and became extremely viscous, layered tightly like heavy iron.

It was as if the great city of Tianjing was pinched in the palm and smashed down!

The black flood horse's eyes were frightened, and it raised its head and neighed.

Under the violent turbulence, Yang Ping was thrown off his back on the spot.

People turn their backs!

Even though it doesn't have psychic intelligence, the coercion of life and death in the hands of others can be truly felt.

Dou Da's bloody "death" character, accompanied by a strong spiritual impact, was deeply imprinted on both eyes, and it was indelible forever.

Boo!
The black flood horse wailed endlessly, as if begging for mercy.

The old monk's eyes were calm and indifferent.

The tyrannical force of that palm fell, and it directly slapped this high-quality horse that can travel [-] miles a day to its knees.

The ferocious force of the all-out impact was dissipated in an instant, and the monk's robe did not even move.

"Forgive me once."

The old monk sighed softly, after all he had a compassionate heart.

In the blink of an eye, ninety percent of his strength was restrained.

Flip your palms over and support your neck, lest the black flood horse stumble and break its feet.

It is also like picking up flowers, if you lift the weight with a slight shake, you will throw it flying several feet.

After a while, the black figure landed smoothly, without any injuries.

"Go."

The old monk waved.

"Bee!"

The black flood horse didn't dare to disobey, and turned back along the original path.

All this seems to be slow and fast, only in the flash, ordinary people can't see it clearly.

In their eyes, he became an old monk stepping across the official path and throwing a flying horse with one hand.

"This person is the head of the Xuankong Temple! A great arhat with a successful cultivation!"

The owner of the teahouse stared wide-eyed, held his breath, and suspected that he saw a fairy descending from the earth.

Such a fierce tall horse was thrown into the sky casually!
"This is an eminent monk! A master with real mana and supernatural powers!"

Everyone in the teahouse was extremely excited, and there were many discussions.

Only the thin middle-aged businessman was worried and didn't know what to do.

It's no wonder that everyone is like this, because the sage Gein used to be a monk, and Jing Chao is good at Buddhism.

There are two holy places, one south and one north, Xuankong Temple and Huangjue Temple.

Its reputation is great, and there are many pilgrims.

However, those heads of the line with profound realms, presided over by the abbot, seldom set foot in the secular world.

Either practice behind closed doors, or comprehend the divine skills.

No chance or background, outsiders have never had the chance to meet.

At most, he can speculate on his prestige from half-truth and half-false rumors.

Not intuitive enough to imagine, how can it be as shocking as witnessing it with your own eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you stop the horse of Liang Guogong's mansion?!"

Yang Ping seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, looking at the skinny old monk who didn't show any mountains or dew, and didn't have any amazing appearance.

He is a martial artist in the three realms of blood exchange, and his eyesight is sharper than that of ordinary people.

The most frightening thing about the opponent is not the tyrannical strength of throwing the flying dragon horse, but the subtlety and subtlety of exerting strength at will.

"After the flood horse fell to the ground, it was unscathed.

It can be seen that the old monk's unloading, transforming, and transporting power...has reached an extremely terrifying state!

This person's martial arts are definitely not inferior to mine!
Even, even higher! "

Yang Ping asked himself if he switched over, he could kill the horse with both fists and successfully blocked the way.

But it is a bit difficult to throw it flying without hurting it.

"The Duke of Liang...that's right.

The old monk just wanted to persuade the benefactor not to go to Tianjing.

It is a dangerous place, if you insist on going there, you are afraid of bloodshed. "

The old monk bowed his head.

"Master can read pictures?"

Yang Ping frowned slightly.

"May I ask which temple you entered? Which true Buddha did you worship?"

The old monk shook his head and said:

"It's not proficient, just a little understanding.

The old man entered the Daleiyin Temple, and worshiped the World-Honored One, just like the Buddhist cultivators in the world, he has no great background and footsteps. "

Yang Ping's eyes flickered, and a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes.

The old monk spoke loudly, and he wasn't afraid to flash his tongue.

Nada Leiyin Temple, located in Sumering Mountain, is the place where Buddha practiced.

It is rumored that after the ancient times, the road has been cut off long ago, and no one has ever heard the scene of the World Honored One preaching the thunderous voice.

Even the virtuous and eminent monks of Xuankong Temple and Huangjue Temple dare not say that they are expected to step into Lingshan and achieve true results.

A wild fox Zen who has no background and no sect, but has the nerve to speak out?
Really funny!

"The monks don't tell lies. I advise the master to be cautious and be careful about the ostomy industry."

Yang Ping knew a little about Buddhism, and responded indifferently:

"No matter which way you are, there is no king in the world who dares to touch the horse of the Duke's mansion, and there will be no good end!

The same goes for people outside Fang!
Master, I think it is not easy for you to cultivate, so you should leave quickly, don't make mistakes! "

After a threatening word, Yang Ping opened his mouth and came.

Jing Chao stepped into the rivers and lakes twice before and after. As the steward of Liang Guogong's mansion, how could he be afraid of a wild fox Zen!

Holding the broken bowl, the old monk said calmly:

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and the shore is right when you look back.

I don't want to be a benefactor...lose a good life for nothing.

Duke Liang is such a hero, a victorious general on the battlefield, an invincible commander in the tent, why bother with a junior. "

Yang Ping seemed to have come to his senses, stepped forward suddenly, and laughed loudly:
"It turned out to be the helper Liaodong Mudzuzi found? Since you know that my father-in-law is decisive in his life, then you shouldn't block the way, you shouldn't make a move!
Offending the Duke of Liang's government will naturally have to pay the due price!
Ji Jiulang, a lowly son of a military family, killed the adopted son of the Duke of the country, and he only paid for it with one life, which is considered cheap for him! "

The old monk was silent for a while, as if he had nothing to say.

He lowered his head, and on his shiny forehead, twelve ring scars stood out.

"It's really Yehu Zen, who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and pretends to burn twelve ring scars on himself..."

Yang Ping raised his eyebrows, feeling even more amused.

After a monk becomes a monk, the first thing he does is to shave his head.

After a long study of meditation and chanting, he was recognized by the abbot and chief seat,
Only then can we keep the precepts and become a real monk.

At this time, the temple will burn the first ring scar for him.

How many precepts you hold, how many grains you burn,
To show the sincerity in the heart and the depth of cultivation.

Among them, the highest number can reach twelve, which is the "Bodhisattva Precepts".

It means that even if one attains the Bodhisattva status, one only needs to observe so many precepts.

In the world, there are no more than one monk who can hold the bodhisattva precepts.

Those are Buddhist virtues enough to be called "Great Arhat" and "Great Bodhisattva".

"Old monk, you have rare martial arts skills, and it is not worthwhile to become a court prisoner for a muddy leg.

Obediently give way, and I will act as if today's events never happened.

Otherwise, I will use the badge of the Duke of Liang to report to the officials, issue a document of arrest at sea, and punish you for provoking the court! "

If it wasn't for the bald donkey blocking the way, which was too shocking to throw the flying dragon horse, Yang Ping wouldn't bother to waste so much time talking.

He has served Liang Guogong for ten years, and he has seen too many people in the world whose backbones were broken by the court.

Among them, there are many masters of the four realms who have opened up the sea of ​​​​qi and condensed the true strength.

In order to preserve the inheritance of his own sect, he is willing to be a dog raised by the Duke's mansion.

"Benefactor, please continue on your way."

The old monk thought for a long time, and seemed to have no choice but to step aside and step aside.

"If you're smart, remember to get that flood horse back, otherwise, you'll be able to walk around without food."

Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, with a proud look on his brows, he strode forward.

Duke Liang's reputation is so great that even disciples of the Three Religions and Six Traditions have to show some face when they hear about it.

What's more, it's a wild fox Zen who came out of nowhere!

People in the world who do not obey the king's laws have almost died out in the past few decades!
"The benefactor has a saying, maybe it is correct, life is indeed divided into high and low.

But in Lao Na's opinion, the adopted son of the Duke's Mansion is no more valuable than the Liaodong military household.

After all, how can a beast compare to a human. "

The old monk raised the broken bowl that had been filled with wine, meat, and tea, and lowered it with his backhand.

Cover the sky!

　ps: Some things are delayed, write three thousand first~
　
(End of this chapter)