Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 220 Black Clothed Monk, White Jade Axis, How Overbearing the Grandmaster
An evil prophecy from the abbot of Huangjue Temple, the wolf wants to eat the sheep.

Yang Hong, who was once an extremely powerful minister, was full of haze in his heart, and he couldn't feel free like a stick in his throat.

He didn't believe in fortune telling and prophecy, but he thought of all kinds of miracles of saints.

I saw with my own eyes that Bai Zhongqi, from a commoner in Huaiyou, aspired to the supreme position in the world.

Better than Xiaoming King Xuantian Ascension Dragon Dao,
Chen Hongji, who is in charge of the Southern Waterway,

And Zhang Jiushi, the leading brother of Green Forest Road in the north.

So far I have to believe it!
If there is no providence?

How can a saint be so powerful!

From cowherd boy, little novice, poor beggar,

To the pawns of the rebel army, the heroes of one party, and the ruler of the dynasty!
Lay down this great country and live in the Central Plains Sheji? !
"Little bald donkey, God's will has been high and difficult to ask since ancient times.

You say, what is 'heaven'?

Immemorial Buddha?Ancient giants?Or outside? "

Yang Hong felt something in his heart.

Even if he is promoted to a master, he is like a small fish in the waves of a big river, inevitably being engulfed by the general trend.

"Grandpa Guo is the grand master, only one step away from the Great Xiantian.

Heaven and man have long been united, comprehending the mystery, and the answer is in the heart, why bother to embarrass the poor monk again. "

Xuan Ming smiled wryly.

As far as Buddhist disciples are concerned, it is better not to know that many Dharma realms have not been achieved.

Otherwise, a Zen mind will be broken, concentration will be lost, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

"Little bald donkey is so gutless. If I hadn't met Yang Xiu, maybe I wouldn't have taken the old monk's evil predictions to heart.

It's a pity that when they met at the foot of the mountain and saw the wolf Gu Zhixiang, they suddenly felt a sense of wonder that was destined long ago. "

Yang Hong's eyes opened and closed, like lightning rolling, bright white.

"I spent half my life as a soldier, fighting a bloody path from the dead, serving as a soldier, general, and commander, and finally became a duke of the state.

But just because of such an evil prophecy, God will kill me at the hands of a wolf cub?Isn't it ridiculous! "

Monk Xuanming remained silent.

He's just barely breaking new ground.

The word "God's will" is too heavy for it to be picked up.

Besides, what kind of person is Liang Guogong?

The military strategist who once slaughtered six cities and almost killed a hundred barbarian royal families!

If it weren't for the sage's peerless demeanor, it covered up the light of Yang Hong's talent.

The current evaluation should be higher.

Speaking of it, I was able to take a chariot with the people of Liangguo, and I still entrusted a kind of incense.

Otherwise, if the head of the Xuankong Temple came here, he might not be qualified to ask the other party to take a second look.

Therefore, Xuan Ming just bowed his head and recited the scriptures without saying a word.

"To tell you the truth, I had a strong murderous intent at the time, and I wished I could slap that brat to death.

No matter what God's will is doomed, what luck prevails.

As long as I kill this wolf with a flick of a finger, let's see how he eats sheep? "

Yang Hong's burly body was wrapped under a thick fur coat.

The white hair is tied with a golden crown, like a tiger crouching on a hill, giving people a very strong and fierce evil spirit.

"Why didn't the Duke do it?"

Xuan Ming asked.

"After all, I still held back, remembering that when I returned to Tianjing, I went to Qintianjian to ask Meng Xuanji why wolves eat sheep.

He only explained the word 'greedy', and he didn't want to say more.

Those who are proficient in calculation and insight into change must cover up their words.

Because if you speak too clearly and clearly, you will reveal the secrets of heaven, and you will easily suffer robbery and punishment, and you will die prematurely. "

Greedy, wolf, food, Yang.

Xuan Ming recited silently, his heart suddenly felt awe-inspiring.

It is indeed a big evil prophecy.

Food means eating dry and wiping clean.

The Duke of Liang has a great career and great power.

What kind of fierce hit can be devoured?

"Since God's will wants me to die at the hands of Lang Gu, then I should just fight him!"

Yang Hong paused every word, with an unruly expression on his face.

The group of blue and black evil spirits between the eyebrows, like vertical eyes, are extremely frightening.

On the jade chariot, a round of setting sun shines on people and things, as if stained with blood.

The violent aura that belongs only to the master, soars straight into the sky!
Rumble!
It seemed like a series of muffled thunder explosions!

Large swaths of dark clouds gather, and the mountains are like mountains.

Slowly falling, as if to crush the earth.

The three hundred fine riders who cleared the way ahead, and the jet-black flood horses under their crotches were restless, neighing up to the sky.

The eight Dacheng who carried the chariot were sweating profusely and panting like thunder.

This is the dominance of the master!

One's own body is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, forming its own exterior scene.

In one thought, it can be called snow in June and thunder in winter.

"The Duke of the Kingdom wants to compete with the sky, that's really courageous.

If he can really break through the golden lock, it might be possible to continue martial arts and break through the Great Innate! "

Xuan Ming's mind was clear and he immediately reacted.

Soldiers are the fourth peak of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

It is different from the three religions, it follows the fierce path of forging ahead, killing and refining the mind.

However, a great talent was born out of nowhere.

In the end, we must try to attack the "Military Lord", "Military God", and "Human Tu".

Similar to Taikoo's Dao and Witness.

Liang Guogong had amazing talent in his early years, with excellent martial arts, he was almost an imperial master.

It is expected to achieve "human massacre".

As a result, he had a battle with Xuantian Shenglongdao protector Li Busheng, and suffered from the Sanyin Slaughtering Demon Knife.

Dampen the foundation and deny further opportunities for advancement.

In the end, he had to be the "Master of War".

It is a great pity.

The abbot of Huangjue Temple uttered evil prophecies, greedy for wolves and sheep.

But luck matters, pay attention to the ebb and flow of one.

If Liang Guogong turns his head around, he will bite that "greedy wolf" back.

It is equivalent to breaking the dead end, surviving a desperate situation, and is very likely to become a great genius.

"That's why I adopted Yang Xiu as my adoptive son, passed on his martial arts and cultivated him with all my heart.

Raising his domineering spirit, ferocious nature... It's a pity that he was killed by the mud legs of Liaodong before he could take shape. "

Yang Hong felt a little regretful, before he met Yang Xiu from Langgu.

He originally thought that Zong Pingnan was the greedy wolf whose luck overwhelmed him.

This person did not know where he learned the Three Yin Demon Slaying Sword of Xuantian Ascension to the Dragon Dao.

Strong spirit, brave and diligent.

All the way through, almost no one can stop.

Even though the Duke of Liang's government tried many times, it still failed to prevent Zong Pingnan from rising like a comet.

It wasn't until Donggong came forward that he realized that the other party was killing seven kills, not Tanlang.

"Thinking about it this way, the old monk of Huangjue Temple has haunted me for 20 years with a bad prophecy.

So all thieves and bald donkeys in the world should be killed! "

When Xuan Ming heard this, his face trembled slightly.

The middle finger and thumb of the right hand are flexed and stretched, as if a Bodhisattva is holding a jade bottle upside down.

The inner energy suddenly spread all over the body, like a drop of nectar, dispelling the cold and murderous intent that Yang Hong suddenly gave birth to.

"My lord, please calm down, the poor monk is a disciple of Xuankong Temple.

The words of the abbot of Huangjue Temple turned into evil prophecy, how could the poor monk be blamed. "

As the saying goes, when the master is angry, the world changes color.

Yang Hong's ray of murderous intent was enough to shake the minds of the great masters of the four realms.

Even if Xuan Ming practiced Meditation Zen, he had to stay focused and deal with it carefully.

"Huangjue Temple is a bunch of thieves and bald donkeys clinging to saints, how can your Xuankong Temple be any better?

An'er was originally the eldest son and was supposed to take over the Yang family's foundation, but was abducted to become a monk.

If it wasn't for Yin Kong's sake, I would have led troops to flatten the gate of the temple ten years ago, burn down the Sutra Pavilion, destroy the stupa, and tear down the nine-foot-tall Buddha statue! "

Yang Hong narrowed his eyes, his tone was cold, and his old face suddenly became gloomy.

As we all know, Yang An, the eldest son of the Duke of Liang, was born with Su Hui.

It is said that he did not cry or laugh when he was still a baby, and he was able to walk when he was in the ground.

Not only is it unforgettable, but the ferocious beasts and fierce horses raised in captivity in the mansion will bow their heads when they see them.

"Senior Brother Xuan'an is the reincarnation of the Buddha, and at the Hundred Days Banquet, he held a bunch of Bodhisattvas tied with Masuo.

Babies who are a few years old can subdue the red blood dragon horse.

Just like when the ancient Buddha was born, he captured the fire dragon in the bowl.

These are enough to prove that senior brother Xuan'an has a great destiny with Buddhism, and it will surely become a positive result in the future. "

Xuan Ming said sincerely.

"Even if you talk like crazy, how can you get rid of my hatred of losing my son?

Ben Gong also said that your master, who is the first lecturer, was born with my fist, why don't you see him come over and get a beating? ! "

Yang Hong sneered, because he didn't like Buddhism.

All the temples in Jingzhou and Wulu counties were demolished, without even a single monk.

It can be seen that the ruthless words of burning the Xuankong Temple are not just casual remarks for this Duke of Liang.

Xuan Ming had nothing to say, so he could only smile wryly.

Under Jing Dynasty, except for the saints who retreated.

Only Wei Guogong and Heng Guogong, who are not in this world, can suppress each other.

"Forget it, the three religions and six traditions, the Confucian schools are all pedantic and poor, and the Daoist sect has one mountain and one religion, and rarely set foot outside the world.

On the contrary, your Buddhist sect shows signs of prosperity.

The Nu Vajra Yinkong of the previous generation, the Buddhist monk Zhenru, the lotus monk, and an unknown walking monk were all named as the four great monks by the Qin Tianjian.

This generation is full of talents, you little bald donkey is one, and my unbelievable son is one.

And the black-clothed demon monk under King Yan..."

Yang Hong leaned back into the big chair, and he read out the names of these people.

Or a generation of masters, or a rising star.

"On the way to Beijing, the poor monk once had a debate with brother Daoguang from Tianjie Temple.

His words are sharp, implying killing, I am not as good as that.

Of course, Senior Brother Xuan'an is definitely far superior to him. "

Xuan Ming held his head high and held his chest high, he was completely convinced by Xuan An who was regarded as the new Buddhist disciple of Xuankong Temple.

As for the black-clothed demon monk mentioned by Lord Liang, his background is not ordinary.

Born in a small temple, he has studied Buddhism and Taoism, and his realm is quite advanced.

When he was only [-] years old, he was going to be promoted to the master, and he often went in and out of Yan Wang's mansion, and was attracted as a guest.

It is a great enemy for the Buddha's head in the world!
"Little bald donkey, after returning to the temple, send a message to me.

Tell the unfilial son who wants to become a Buddha that his father will have his 84th birthday this year.

As the saying goes, 73, 84, Yama does not invite himself to go.

On the day of his birthday, let him go down the mountain to meet him, and cut off his last thoughts.

If he doesn't want the duke's title, then...give it to someone else. "

Yang Hong closed his eyes and pondered.

His eldest son, Yang An, shaved off his family and escaped into Buddhism.

The second son, Yang Que, was useless and his talent was mediocre.

Although the youngest daughter has some thoughts and tricks, they are all side effects and cannot achieve major events.

For a duke's mansion, the family is really weak.

"My lord is serious, the life span of a grand master can reach two hundred, how can it be compared with ordinary people..."

Xuan Ming's voice hadn't hit the ground when it was interrupted out of thin air by a gust of evil wind.

Like flying sand and rocks, a huge figure fell down from the clouds, stopped in front of the marching team, and forced the jade chariot to stop.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a sapphire lion about two feet tall, with loose hair as thick as felt, and eyes as bright as lanterns.

There are clouds and mists all over his body, and the billowing black wind is circling, dragging a strong and strong demon body weighing several thousand catties.

"monster!"

"How dare you!"

"Where is the evil beast, dare to disturb the frame of Liang Guogong's mansion!"

"..."

The three hundred elite riders tightened their reins and raised their hooves violently, obviously stimulated by the evil spirit.

As if they were facing a big enemy, they formed an army formation at an extremely fast speed, and their sharp swords were connected into one piece.

Qi and blood converged and turned into a colorful tiger with strong evil spirit, which scattered the black and evil wind blowing towards the face.

"I... pass on the message for the master, you don't want to do it! If you hurt me, the master will definitely be angry!"

Seeing the battle, the sapphire lion lost all complacency, shook twice, and shouted hastily.

The servants of the Duke of Liang's mansion were also too fierce, shouting and beating and killing at every turn, it was safer in the Sheji Building.

"Meng Xuanji hasn't moved out of the nest for almost half a year, like a rock.

He has never had any friendship with me, so what is there to talk about? "

Yang Hong didn't open his eyes, but gently raised his hand to stop the Jingqi who had formed an army from charging.

These are all soldiers in the army, veterans trained by him personally.

It is not only a great success in exchanging blood, but also understanding the formation of orders and prohibitions.

Even the masters of the four realms couldn't resist a few rounds of charges.

"My master, let Duke Liang give him face."

The sapphire lion tried hard to show some majesty, but the hair all over its body was fluttering.

"Ok?"

Yang Hong remained motionless like a mountain.

"Ji Yuan is my master's registered disciple."

The sapphire lion was terrified, and tremblingly said:
"The master hopes that Duke Liang will hold his hand high and don't make things difficult."

Yang Hong's eyelids twitched, opened slowly, and asked in a deep voice:
"Didn't that old ghost Meng Xuanji say that in this life, he will only accept six apprentices if he commits seven crimes? When will a registered one appear?"

The sapphire lion's four legs seemed to be cramping, and it almost collapsed.

"I just received it recently, not long ago."

Xuan Ming, who was sitting outside the chariot, had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

That Ji Jiulang actually became the internal official of Shejilou.

He is still the registered disciple of Jianzheng!
There is a great master who is among the best on the list of mountains and rivers to intercede...

"Let Meng Xuanji find another one."

Yang Hong pondered for a rare moment, shook his head and said:
"Anyway, it's just a name, not a personal transmission, and whether it's dead or alive is not that important.

If Ji Yuan kills me, Keqing, he must die, and no one can protect him. "

A single word is as heavy as a thousand weights.

Sensing Duke Liang's resolute attitude and violent aura, the Sapphire Lion was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and silently stepped aside.

It is weak, pitiful and helpless, but it is just a talker.

This astonishingly ferocious grandpa doesn't give face, unless his master goes downstairs, otherwise...

"Get up!"

The leader of the Jingqi Commander shouted.

Before the jade chariot was lifted again.

tread!tread!tread!
On the official road, there was a rushing sound.

One person speeding up the horse, setting off smoke and dust like a dragon.

"Decree from the Eastern Palace! Duke Liang wait a moment! There is an order!"

After a while, go straight into the chariot.

"Today is quite lively, one after another, come to block me."

The corner of Yang Hong's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the little official who was kneeling on one knee.

To be more precise, he was looking at the first-grade white jade scroll that he held up with both hands.

There are seven colors and five grades of imperial edicts and edicts.

Xuanfeng princes, princes and ministers all use white jade.

The first and second grades are black rhino horn axes, and the third and fourth grades are gold-plated axes.

The specifications are clearly divided, and there is little confusion.

"My lord is old and frail, and has been plagued by old illnesses, so I cannot get up to receive the order.

Kong Er, please present it on my behalf. "

Yang Hong said calmly.

"As ordered!"

The commander of Jingqi dismounted from his horse, knelt down and took the imperial decree from the Eastern Palace, and handed it over.

Under heavy pressure, the messenger officer did not dare to make a sound, so he had to let it go.

"The crown prince also wants to protect Ji Jiulang?"

After Yang Hong finished reading, he held the imperial decree of the East Palace with white jade as the axis and beautiful auspicious clouds, and said calmly:

"The old minister can't take orders, after killing this son, he will go to the East Palace to plead guilty.

Ji Yuan brutally murdered his righteous son and guest ministers. He was domineering and domineering. He had no discipline in his eyes.

If it is not eliminated as soon as possible, it may cause serious trouble.

His Royal Highness cherishes talent, which is a good thing.

But we also need to understand a truth, those who are talented but not virtuous cannot take on great responsibilities. "

As soon as these words came out, no matter whether it was the messenger officer under the carriage, or the monk Xuanming on the chariot.

All of them had complexion changes, showing shock.

"Qin Tianjian will not give face, and the order from the East Palace will not be accepted... There will be another big disturbance in the court!"

Monk Xuanming felt a little regretful, maybe he shouldn't have gone with Duke Liang.

If you don't take the prince seriously in this way, you will be full of ambition, arrogant and reckless, and hold the military power in your hand.

No matter how close you are to a saint, no matter how deep your brotherhood is, there will be a day when you will run out of energy sooner or later.

What should we do then?
No one can answer.

The chariot started up again, and marched through the official road in a mighty way.

Like blood, the setting sun is about to set, leaving only a glimmer of light.

Fifty miles passed in the blink of an eye.

The huge outline of Tianjing Xiongcheng is looming, and it is already in front of my eyes.

Just when the sky was about to get dark, a skinny figure walked towards him on the yellow dirt road where horses and horses passed.

He kept walking, his robe fluttering.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

The life-killing monk was in the middle, looking at Yang Hong who was sitting on the jade chariot, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu:
"Since there is no way to go, why insist on moving forward."

Without the order of the Duke, the three hundred fine riders did not stop.

The leader, Kong Er, drew out his Bailian Waist Saber, and the Jiaoma under his crotch spit out two mouthfuls of white air.

With four hooves vertical, it turned into an afterimage, leaped high, and stomped heavily.

"Amitabha."

The life-killing monk did not see any movement, and his thin body stood upright like a sea needle.

After half a breath, the person turned on his back and the waist knife snapped.

More than a hundred fine cavalry charged brazenly, all of them were like this.

The jiaoma weighing several thousand catties collided with the emaciated old monk, his flesh and blood almost exploded, and he was shocked to death on the spot.

Three hundred fine cavalry in armor form an army.

The gathered colorful tigers smashed towards the life-killing monk and collapsed instantly.

In just half a quarter of an hour, 300 people were killed or injured.

A large stream of blood washed away, and the ground was covered with broken limbs, like a Shura field.

The old monk still walked slowly until he reached the chariot.

Like the big arhat who is indestructible, no swordsman, disaster or catastrophe can hurt him.

"Practicing kung fu horizontally, you can't see the realm for a while..."

Yang Hong pressed the seat with both hands, a black and blue evil spirit rose up, and the vertical eyes between the brows almost opened.

"There are only three things, Meng Xuanji stands in the way, I don't care about being an official in the same dynasty.

According to the decree from the East Palace, as a subject, I don't have much to say.

Old monk, where are you from Wild Fox Zen, how dare you block my way! ? "

The life-killing monk bowed his head, clasped his hands together and said:

"Wandering in all directions without heels, measuring demons falling from the sky, a mere group of foot monks, cannot enter the eyes of the powerful, and cannot pass the ears of the noble.

The old man only asks the Duke of the country to take a step back. "

Yang Hong leaned forward, murderous intent appeared in his eyes:
"If I just don't quit, what will you do?"

The life-killing monk's face was like an ancient well without waves, and he held his bowl and said:

"Let's try it."

　ps: Ahem, as long as it’s still dark, it’s morning! (hard mouth.JPG)

　
(End of this chapter)