Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 345
In front of the gate of Hanshan Temple, someone came on horseback.

With a loud sound, like a heavy hammer falling.

The red and fiery tall dragon colt is like a ball of flames, quickly rushing away from the howling wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of more than ten zhang and came under many steps.

Wearing a purple gold crown and an embroidered dragon robe, the majestic figure grabbed the reins and dismounted.

The person who came looked up and stared.

There is a fierce and arrogant smokey flame!

Straight like a turbulent wave, hit the face!
"May I ask, is he the youngest son of the Korean government?"

The older Zhike monk couldn't help holding his breath.

He had heard a long time ago that there was a prince in Tianjing who had a great opportunity.

He used to draw the Spring and Autumn Knife that was enshrined together with the tablet and the statue at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in the Military Temple of the Military Academy.

This is an amazing treatment that Jiang Yingwu and Wang Zhongdao, the two geniuses, have never received.

Therefore, he was designated as a "talent of tiger and bear" by Qin Tianjian, and he is expected to become a master.

But, see you in person today.

Only then did I know why this Korean prince is called "Little Junhou"?
Those red phoenix eyes, that crouching silkworm brow, are majestic and inviolable.

It looks like the clay sculpture in Guansheng Temple!

"That's right, I'm asking you, is Xu Huaiying here?"

The Crown Prince of South Korea narrowed his eyes, seeming a bit fierce.

"His Royal Highness, you have already attended the table, and now you are in the Daxiong Palace, drinking tea and discussing with a few friends."

Zhike monk folded his hands together, bowed his head and said.

"Very good. I fought with him five years ago and there was no winner. Now that I have become the master of the Zhenwu Mountain Dharma lineage, it's just a matter of time to end it!"

The Korean prince laughed loudly and walked across the mountain gate.

The scorching qi and blood hadn't dispersed yet, but the wind and snow had blown away!
It's as if a huge oven opened the lid, and a sticky red light rushed out!

"Such a powerful dharma body momentum!"

Zhike monk and a group of young monks looked at the majestic background and couldn't help but feel amazed.

After exchanging blood for the third level, tempering the muscles and bones to achieve great success, there will be external signs such as golden sound and jade vibration, skin tough as a drum, etc.

The casting of the dharma body is also accompanied by different visions.

For example, qi and blood condense into a phantom of an oven, and qi moves into the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

"Senior brother, is it possible that the son of South Korea and Mr. Xu have a festival?"

A little novice asked in a low voice.

"It's just some... personal grievances that are inconvenient to talk about."

The Zhike monk hesitated for a while, then said softly:
"Korea has a son and a daughter, but the Xu family has only son Huaiying.

In the early years, Han Guogong had proposed a marriage with the Xu family, intending to facilitate a good deed.

But Mr. Huaiying didn't care about the relationship between men and women, and began to focus on fame, and postponed marriage several times.

Until later, the number one scholar in high school had no reason to look for, so he simply went to Zhenwu Mountain, abandoned his huge family business, and became a Taoist priest of Qingxiu.

No one in Tianjing City knows that the sons and daughters of South Korea are as fierce as fire, but they regard the eldest sister as their mother and respect them the most.

Mr. Huaiying went to the mountain to practice Taoism, and he made it clear that he wanted to divorce... how could this be tolerated. "

break off an engagement?
All the young novice monks suddenly realized that there was still this old incident.

"Before the prince of South Korea joined the army, he had to go to the Xu Mansion to wait for the prince of Huaiying every new year, and he fought three or four times, big and small.

This time the civil and military leaders' meeting, I'm afraid it will be a fierce situation where the tip of the needle is facing each other, and each other will not give in. "

The Zhike monk was emotional, and then a little worried.

"I just hope that the abbot can stop it, and don't let the two of them knock down the Great Hero Palace."

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"Young Master Huaiying, long time no see, your demeanor is even better than before."

Xuan Ming, who was ranked among the seven sons of Xuankong, smiled freely, like picking up flowers, with the intention of being out of the dust.

He has been in Beijing for several months, for this civil and military meeting.

In the main hall, there are seven or eight futons on both sides.

There are more than a dozen low coffee tables in the back, with melons, fruits, snacks, fragrant tea and other things prepared.

On the outermost side, there are several white jade lamps covering the round lotus seat, illuminating in all directions.

Even if the door of the palace is opened and the cold air blows in, it will not make people feel half cold.

"It turned out to be Master Xuanming. I didn't expect you to come too."

On the first soft futon on the left is Xu Huaiying, the personal descendant of Zhenwu Mountain.

This person is wearing a blue Taoist robe, a Xiaoyao scarf, and red shoes, and holds a jade ruyi in his right hand.

It belongs to half-Confucian and half-Taoist attire.

With a slender figure like bamboo, with straight and sword-like eyebrows flying sideways, it is a handsome young man with a dignified appearance.

"At this grand event, how can I miss it? Although the monks are all empty-handed, as a martial arts practitioner, it is inevitable that there is a sense of victory or defeat."

Xuan Ming chose a futon on the right, because Buddhism and Taoism are different, so naturally they would not sit in the same row.

"Especially seeing Brother Huaiying, how can I resist the mood of asking for advice?"

Xu Huaiying's face was like a crown of jade, her demeanor was immaculate, like a good son in troubled times, he smiled lightly and said:

"Master Xuanming, are you trying to find a place for your brother?"

Because Zhenwu Mountain and Xuankong Temple are located in the southern martial arts forest, they are close to each other, and they are both huge like the Big Dipper on Mount Tai.

Therefore, every two years there is a discussion on Buddhism and Taoism.

Each of them sent out outstanding true disciples to discuss the essence of martial arts and the level of martial arts.

Xuan Yang, one of the seven Xuankong sons, has won twice in a row.

In the third round, she lost to Xu Huaiying, who was unknown at the time.

Since then, the spirit has been depressed, depressed, and everyone has disappeared.

"The poor monk and senior brother Xuanyang are both the seven sons of Xuankong, and they both came from the Discipline Academy.

Naturally, he wanted to help him and ask Brother Huaiying for an explanation. "

Xuanming's demeanor is dusty, and he is also extraordinary, and he said in a flat tone:
"Furthermore, the purpose of discussion is to encourage discussion, not to hurt harmony.

Brother Huaiying, however, used the "Heaven and I in One Body" in "The Golden Seal of the Beginning" to destroy Brother Xuanming's mind of mirroring Buddha.

It's too much to do! "

Xu Huaiying drooped her eyelids and said indifferently:
"Fighting is inherently dangerous, especially verbal confrontation, which is a battle of the soul.

Master Xuanyang didn't practice enough, and that's why he failed miserably. How can I blame it on me.

What's more, I originally belonged to the lineage of Qingyang Jiuxuan God, and I studied the "Shenxiao Department" of "The Golden Seal of the Beginning".

With the Tao as the body and the law as the function, there is no room for confrontation every time! "

Xuan Ming smiled instead of anger, his face trembled twice.

Its popularity is like a river bursting its embankment, turbulent, like a real fire.

"Brother Huaiying, Master Xuanming, why did this happen before the meeting even started.

Why don't you just let the past grievances and grievances go, even if you really can't let go, how about giving the younger sister a face? "

Yang Ping'er, who was dressed in a simple and elegant long dress and decorated with a few bright red flowers, looked like a snow plum blossoming on a steep cliff.

Standing at the top of the main hall, under the bronze statue of the compassionate Buddha, he has an ethereal and independent air.

The gentle and soft words are like pearls and jade on the plate, gently swaying, moistening things silently, but can infect the mind.

"Master Xuanming, if there is any anger that you can't swallow, you might as well wait until it's time to go on stage, and then let it out.

Since you are here to participate in the Civil and Military Kuihui, you must abide by the rules, and don't lose the dignity of the Xuankong Temple. "

Xu Huaiying's eyes flickered. Although there was no hint of obsession, there were still a few ripples in the Lake of Calm Heart.

"Then follow what the benefactor Yang said, stop for the time being, and stop fighting."

Xuan Ming's frown was slowly relaxed.

This time he passed through Daming Mansion and entered Tianjing City.

For two things.

one.

Wen Wukui will compete with Xu Huaiying from Zhenwu Mountain.

Second.

It is Master Linji who found the hidden vein of Huangjue Temple.

If you can get some pointers.

It couldn't be better.

That is the pinnacle grandmaster who competes with Yinkong for the first time.

The Dharma path formed by "Break the Body of the Three Tathagatas".

It is also recognized as the heaviest in Buddhism.

If it can be done.

It is the land god.

True living Buddha!

"Well, Brother Yu, who is still missing a Korean official, has not yet arrived.

As for Luo Sanlang, elder brother of the Luo family, he may be ill and cannot come..."

Yang Ping'er knelt on the futon, cooking tea with her bare hands.

Every move is natural and has a particularly beautiful feeling.

This Hanshan Temple, which is full of incense, can almost be regarded as the big boss of Tongbao Bank.

That is to say, Luo Yuzhen's father funded and donated alone.

So as long as Luo Yuzhen's name is borrowed, it will naturally open the door to convenience.

But Yang Ping'er didn't want to show too much intimacy with Luo Yuzhen among the many talented and talented people present, which would affect the holy reputation of "plain girl".

Moreover, she still has to firmly grasp the dominance, dealing with the Xuankong Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, and various powerful families in the imperial court.

It's good to show off your long-sleeved skills and the face that all parties buy into it.

From behind the scenes of Shuiyun Nunnery, he gradually walked to the front of Tianjing City.

Among the series of thoughts, there is no place for Luo and Zhen to exist.

Therefore, after Yang Ping'er's serious and careful consideration.

In the end, he decided to hurt others with affection, and kicked Luo Sanlang out of this civil and military meeting.

With her familiarity and understanding of Luo and Zhen, even if she was let down once or twice.

It only takes a few soft words and kind words to coax them back.

"It's not a big deal, it's heartbreaking, just take a rest to recover."

Yang Ping'er's thoughts fluttered, and a slight smile like a spring breeze piled up on her face.

Zhong Xungui, a general sitting in the back, was almost bewildered by watching, and was in a daze.

In particular, the faint and intoxicating aroma is simply intoxicating.

It's not a vulgar makeup, but a blooming ecstasy.

The more radiant it is, the more amazing it is!
"Miss Yang San, you are worthy of being a contemporary plain girl in Shuiyun Nunnery. She is indeed beautiful and heavenly, making us vulgar feel ashamed."

Xu Huaiying smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were clear.

He knew the beauty of Shuiyun's "Su Nu Heart Sutra", but he couldn't stop the good feelings from growing in his heart.

Just like the world always loves to appreciate beautiful things and hates ugliness and filth.

The wisps of fresh air lingering around Yang Ping'er's body were like the aura of a fairy.

The more you appreciate it, the more you like it.

Even, people can't help but keep it for themselves, or take good care of it.

"Brother Huaiying was joking..."

Yang Ping'er lowered her head and smiled like a water lotus swaying in the wind.

But before her words fell to the ground, a burst of shouting was like a muffled thunder, shaking the Daxiong Palace——

"Xu Huaiying, you really are a pious person! It's for nothing that I owe my sister's infatuation, but you are flirting with other women here!"

The majestic figure is like a towering mountain, "squeezing" into the gate of the palace suddenly.

He was obviously just born tall, not really a giant as tall as a dozen sheets.

But at this moment, there is a majestic aura that cannot be contained in the Daxiong Palace.

(End of this chapter)