Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 422 White Horse?He must be told to come and go!

Although Master Linji used "killing" as his name, he usually had a kind face and kind eyes, without the slightest airs or demeanor at all.

Therefore, during those days when they stayed in Ji Yuan's mansion, neither the second uncle Ji Chengzong nor his aunt saw the strength of this old monk, but thought he was a wild fox who cheated on food and drink.

Even if the physical body is now great, with the two purple fates of [Ponderous Swallowing the Sun] and [Heart Like Steel], he will no longer be emaciated and decayed before, but will become tall and powerful.

When outsiders saw the dirty monk's robes and rough sandals, it was hard to imagine that this was a five-level master who came out of a Buddhist holy place!
If it weren't for the little flags from Fusi in Beizhen, who had seen Master Linji's dharma body, the old monk who was not very good looking might not even be able to enter the post station.

In contrast, Meng Xuanji with fluttering sleeves and E Guanbo's belt is more like a worldly expert who doesn't eat fireworks.

"Old monk, when it comes to martial arts and qi training, this way is two or three points better than yours.

Besides training apprentices, you have been the successor of Ji Jiulang so far.

And the good talents and beautiful jades of this sect are not much better than the six true traditions.

Between us, it is clear at a glance which is higher and which is lower.

Jiulang asks his own way, this is smart and intelligent, and he knows who is the real good teacher. "

Meng Xuanji turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile.

He and Linji, who is in charge of the hidden veins, are old acquaintances.

The sage Jingchao had not yet made his fortune, and before he showed his extraordinary talents, he once cut his fortune in Huangjue Temple and worked as a novice novice, with some incense and affection.

Later, the imperial court stepped into the rivers and lakes, and Huangjue Temple contributed a lot, and even won the title of "Tianjia Temple".

Of course, the meaning of praise and criticism is a matter of opinion.

Even though the luck of Buddhism has been transferred from north to south to Xuankong Temple, the incense received by Huangjue Temple has not decreased by half every year.

From the empress, to the prince of the East Palace, and several vassal kings, they all went to ask for lottery to solve doubts, or to pray for disaster relief.

"It's useless to talk too much, come out and fight if you really have the ability."

The life-killing monk lowered his eyes, held a copper bowl in his right hand, and said calmly.

"Old devil, when you are old, you still play these tricks of rejuvenation to fool the younger generation and show off your beauty!
You bluffed and cheated in Zhenwu Mountain, and you had a bad record of fortune-telling by touching your chest. If you were not beaten to death by Taoist sword fairy Yu Wenming, you were lucky! "

Fortune-telling by touching your chest?

Shouldn't there be a bellyband consecrated?

Qin Tianjian's business is really extensive.

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly, he never thought Jian Zheng would be so unrestrained when he was young, even the nun Kun Dao from Zhenwu Mountain dared to flirt with her.

He is indeed Pei Silang's role model in life!

"Old monk, don't talk nonsense here! How can you do such a low-level thing if you stand upright in this way!

Those are all rammed goods under the Dao seat, who committed the crime under the false name, and have nothing to do with me. "

Meng Xuanji's face twitched, he couldn't hold back, and he scolded loudly with righteous words.

Then, he cast another glance at Ji Yuan who was next to him, and saw his registered disciple watching his nose, his mouth and his heart, as if he hadn't heard anything, and only then did he show satisfaction.

"Then how do you explain, old ghost Meng, that there is still a wooden sign that says 'Meng Xuanji and dogs are not allowed to enter' at the Taiyin Peak where the Kun Dao of Zhenwu Mountain gathers?

The junior sister 'Yu Xiaozi' who was in charge of the teaching was hurt by you, and she almost lost her mind when she was sitting on a death pass.

Do you dare to step into Zhenwu Mountain with a radius of five hundred miles?
Yu Wenming is aware of your aura, I am afraid that he will fight you desperately right away, and fight with your sword! "

The killing monk continued to ask with a blank expression.

In his view, Jiulang can worship anyone as a teacher, and Yinmai pays attention to no taboos, killing and protecting the way.

Breaking the precepts is not pursued, let alone the old-fashioned views of the sect.

Only Meng Xuanji is an old man who is not a cultivator. When he was young, he had a lot of romantic debts and made many enemies.

Because of his lack of face and skin, and his outspokenness, he provoked countless enemies.

Not only ridiculed the head teacher of Zhenwu Mountain to transfer female disciples, a pear tree crushed begonias,

He also scolded the abbot Fazhi of Huangjue Temple, saying that he was like a wooden sculpture made of clay and had no desire for salvation.

The angry King Kong Yinkong of Xuankong Temple did not let it go, saying that it is "a stubborn stone", only a little bit of wisdom root Buddha heart is not enough to achieve enlightenment.

Even the head of the mountain and the sacrificial wine of the two schools of Shangyin and Jixia fell into Meng Xuanji's mouth, and they became "pedantic scholars" and "old-fashioned old schoolbags".

If it weren't for the extremely high cultivation of this Human Dao Technique, staying in the Imperial City of Tianjing all year round, and rarely traveling around the world, at least half of the great masters on the list of mountains and rivers would be gearing up and sharpening their swords!

Even the saint Yu Jingchao couldn't hold back this Conglong hero, and once beat him to death in a fit of anger.

As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. It is hard for me to find a satisfactory heir.

The consequences are unimaginable!
The life-killing monk seemed to get more and more angry, and Gujing's calm state of mind became turbulent.

The drooping eyelids were lifted slightly, and there seemed to be a bright golden light slowly brewing in the eyes.

"Old monk, are you serious? We are both teachers and models. We have our own prejudices. Why don't we sit down and talk about it.

How decent is it to make a move in front of the juniors! ? "

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Xuanji couldn't help changing the subject.

Considering the old monk's arrogance, maybe it was because of Ji Jiulang that he became the Wrathful King Ming.

Thinking of this, he coughed twice, glanced at the young Qianhu who was watching the wolf, and said quickly:
"Ji Jiulang, we, master and apprentice, will talk again next time, so we won't talk much today.

If you have any difficulties in practice, you can directly ask the old monk.

By the way, there is no need to worry about Yunzi waiting for an opportunity to retaliate that day.

Baishan Heishui, outside the Liaodong Pass, where the territory of the Fanjing Dynasty went, where the sun and the moon shine.

The Destroyer Alliance... will definitely not be able to touch you. "

Meng Xuanji hastily put down a few words, and this incarnation of Taoism, which is wandering and controlling energy, suddenly flashed and shot straight into the sky.

Only a group of people in the inn and guest house were left behind, such as the postmen and handymen, all of them seemed to see the real gods of the land, showing reverence on their faces.

"The Destroyer Alliance will definitely not be able to touch me? Why can the supervisor be so convincing?"

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and doubts flashed across his eyes.

The Mieshengmeng buried their nails in Tianjing City, and Tian Yunzi was about to step into the Daming Mansion, the center of the Jing Dynasty.

If it weren't for the cause and effect with himself, such a big commotion would have attracted the supervision.

The other party may not suffer such a big loss!
"Since Old Ghost Meng said so, you don't have to think too much, he is a light-hearted person, and he still doesn't change the habits of the market despite his age.

But it is also important to distinguish the severity, there is no need to pretend to be deceived. "

The killing monk put one hand on his chest and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Jing Dynasty stood in Xuanzhou, and his luck was at its peak, which was the best in 3000 years.

The left and right guardians of the Mieshengmeng and several old monsters are all great innate, sitting outside the pass, it sounds amazing.

After all, it's just a lingering remnant, a mouse in the gutter, who can't see the light.

You can only play tricks secretly with the minions of the Four Gods! "

Ji Yuan hummed, and the originally worried and vigilant mind was like a boulder falling to the ground, no longer floating in the air.

He looked at the old monk holding a copper bowl, the red line in his left eye shrank unsteadily, from a tiny gossamer, it seemed to turn into a flood dragon, and it expanded rapidly.

Several balls of light that are round like pills flicker and condense into shape.

【Essence of Maha Zhiguan (Purple)】

[Golden light wins the essence of Wang Jing (purple)]

[Essence of Mahayana Dharma Realm Indifference Theory (Purple)]

"..."

Ji Yuan took a glance and found that they were all the classics of various parts of Zen Buddhism. Unexpectedly, Master Linji seemed ordinary, but in fact he studied Buddhism profoundly.

He took a step forward, and conveniently took the fragments of Taoism left by Meng Xuanji, as well as the essence of the classics mastered by the life-killing monk, and put them all into his palm.

Then, say again:
"Master, didn't you come to say goodbye?"

The killing monk said before that if he sent himself outside the Daming Mansion, he would return to find Yang Hong, Duke of Liang.

But now he has arrived at the inn in Huarong Mansion, if it hadn't been for the accident of bumping into Tian Yunzi.

Master Linji may have drifted away long ago and left alone.

Those who protect the way do not take care of everything and clear obstacles.

That's what the housekeepers and servants of princes and nobles would do.

Why do saplings that have not experienced wind and rain stand tall?

"Out of the Daming Mansion, there are high mountains and long rivers, and the world is evil and dangerous, Jiulang, you take care of yourself.

You have a resolute personality, and your behavior is very in line with the old monk's wishes, so you don't need extra teaching.

If you should kill, you will kill, if you can save, you will save, nothing more than that. "

The killing monk looked approvingly, without the expected warning.

"Keep it in your heart, don't dare or forget it!"

Ji Yuan nodded sincerely, walked quickly down the steps of the guest house, and came to the old monk.

His lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

He seldom reveals his heart, even Qin Wugou, who is close to him, rarely talks about love.

"You and I, master and apprentice, why talk too much.

The old monk was originally a traveling monk, wandering around for decades, living in no fixed place, wandering without support.

Unexpectedly, he ended up staying in a prosperous place like Tianjing City for half a year, living in a big house and eating wine and meat.

He also chose to pass on the mantle, and he was filial to his apprentices.

How happy is this?
My old man, it is enough to comfort my life!

Jiulang, when you break through the five realms and become a master, remember to go to Huangjue Temple.

Abbot Fazhi will pass on the honorable position of hidden veins to you. "

The life-killing monk waved his hand and said quite freely.

Ji Yuan nodded in response, sternly speaking.

The fifth heaven of qi, blood and martial arts is the pinnacle of the world.

If he wants to get to that step, he still needs time to hone and concentrate on the accumulation.

There is only a chance to break through the door of innateness and completely transcend the ordinary creatures.

"Jiulang doesn't need to see him off, I'm used to being alone, and I don't want to see this world of love and hate parting the most.

Before parting, I will make a special verse for you. "

The killing monk chuckled, and hit the copper bowl in his left palm like a hammer with his right hand, bursting out a thick sound wave.

Layers upon layers, like the sound of the tide of the blue sea, echoing in the stretching mountains in all directions.

"The six roots have been bound for many years, and the four elements have been entangled for a long time. In the light of stone and fire, I turned a few somersaults.

Huh!All the living beings in the world of Jambudvipa are roaring frequently in the sand pile..."

The lingering sound is endless, as if piercing through gold and cracking stones, going straight to the sky!

……

……

Liaodong, by the Daling River.

A piece of jagged rocks is covered with icicles and icicles are hung.

The extremely wide torrential flood rolled through the thick cold air, passing through it, making a booming sound like a waterfall falling.

Boom, boom, boom!
The dull thunderous sound of the drum suddenly overwhelmed the rushing movement of the Daling River.

A burly man about nine feet tall, naked to the waist.

Wearing a red scarf on the head, a black belt around the waist, and wielding a hammer made of cooked copper with both hands.

The big drum is engraved with several circles of exotic animal patterns, and it is not known what kind of leather is used to cover it.

It turned out to be very tough, even though the burly man was bursting with energy and blood, and pounded hard, he didn't get any damage.

The bright red drum head bounced violently, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread.

It was as if a boulder fell into the flat lake, shaking up a large splash of water.

crackle, crackle, crackle!

The jagged rocks that have become solid ice seem to have been hit by thunder and fire.

It was blown to pieces in an instant, and the scattered powder floated into the air, and was enveloped by the cold air again, turning into distinct snow particles!

It hurts like iron sand on the faces of those soldiers practicing the formation.

"This wind and thunder drum is well done! It's a reward!"

Outside the army formation, a large yellow rosewood chair was placed on a temporary wooden platform.

Wearing a Suzaku iron helmet and heavy mountain armor, a vigorous young man sits on it.

He has thick eyebrows and bright eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and looks quite powerful. He looks like a brave warrior at first glance!
Behind him is a big flag, embroidered with linnets on a black background, with the word "Guo" written on it!

The four Marquises of Liaodong are headed by Nian Changxing, Marquis of Zhaoyun, and Marquis of Dingyang, Guoxuan!
The other two military lords are not very powerful because of their lack of foundation.

He has always been obedient to Nian and Guo, the two heroes of the dragon, and seldom comes forward to preside over the overall situation.

This army of soldiers with a strong aura obviously came from Dingyang Hou Guoxuan's command.

"The craftsman died in the water prison a few days ago, this reward..."

The guard next to him looked strange and reminded him softly.

This wind and thunder drum is an inherited secret method of the Shuzimen tattoo school.

However, most of these vulva crafts have a set of strict rules.

For example, pass on the male but not the female, pass on the inside but not the outside, and so on.

"died?"

The vigorous young man raised his eyebrows, as if he had long forgotten about this.

"The craftsman was stubborn and refused to hand over the tattoo methods of 'Wind Elephant' and 'Lei Jiao'. The villain has no choice but to arrest him and deal ruthlessly..."

The soldiers were half bent, and reported truthfully.

"Guo Junhou said that you should know how to cherish talents, he is not willing to let go, so you ask more!

Wouldn't it be good to have three or four thousand taels of silver and negotiate a deal with him?

Shouting and killing at every turn can easily spread a bad reputation. "

The vigorous young man frowned slightly with thick eyebrows, as if he was a little unhappy.

Then, Shen Sheng asked

"How did the craftsman agree later?"

The soldier lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly:
"The villain has tied up several members of his family, including a little grandson who is loved very much.

Putting the knife on his neck and threatening, everything was explained clearly.

However, he soaked in the water prison for a long time, and ate a hundred killing power sticks, his muscles and bones were broken, and he died after finishing the tattoo. "

The vigorous young man shook his head again and again, speaking with anger, he said in a deep voice:
"How do you do things? Do it so rough!?
The general will be rewarded and punished, and later I will go and get three hundred killing sticks!No armor allowed! "

The soldier did not complain, and knelt on one knee and said:

"The villain takes orders!"

The vigorous young man snorted, exhaled two streams of white air from his nostrils, and the surging blood energy all over his body dispelled the chill, and said lightly:
"How did the craftsman's family deal with it?"

The soldier replied:

"It was placed in the courtyard of the military village. The villain thought that the 'Fenglei Drum' had been made anyway, and it would be useless to keep them, so he planned to release them."

Disappointment flashed across the eyes of the vigorous young man, and he scolded:

"Following this general for so many years, I still haven't made any progress!
If you let this family go, wouldn't the bad reputation be spread?
Kill them all!Planting the blame on the thieves!
Others who know about this matter should also keep an eye on it.

Anyone who dares to talk too much will be executed together! "

His body trembled like a steel tower, and he quickly responded:
"Leader!"

The vigorous young man stood up slowly, the qi and blood as thick as amalgam were truly congealed and fused into the big Vermilion Bird banner behind him.

"Ben will be rewarded and punished clearly, although your errands are not beautiful enough, you should be punished.

But this side of the wind and thunder drums is in excellent condition, and it has miraculous effects on the formation of the army and the evolution of the army.

The craftsman's share of silver is rewarded to you. "

The soldier thumped his chest with his right fist and said excitedly:
"Thank you, General! The villain is so grateful!"

The vigorous young man lowered his hands, looked at the Daling River from a distance, and suddenly asked:
"Where did the dog Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi go?"

The soldier knelt down and replied:

"Should have just arrived at Huarong Mansion."

The vigorous young man narrowed his eyes, and an extremely cruel and icy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a big wave of his hand, the face of the burly man who was beating the drum turned red.

All the deep energy and blood were poured into the wrought copper long mallet, and it fell down like raindrops!

Boom, boom, boom!
The rumbling sound of the thunderous drum shook the floating ice floes on the surface of the Daling River.

"I heard that dog Qianhu is riding a dragon colt?"

The vigorous young man was intoxicated listening to the sound of the army drum, and asked casually.

"It seems to be called 'Hulei Leopard'. It has a white body and black tail, and polyps in its jaw. It can ride clouds and fog, and its roar can frighten all beasts!"

The soldiers nodded repeatedly and reported the news they knew.

"White horse? Dragon colt? This general will definitely tell him yes, come, no, come back!"

The vigorous young man suddenly grasped the ivory-like broad palm, and the vitality and blood were surging.

It is like a huge melting furnace under the hood, covering a radius of fifty feet.

"The winter snow is about to melt, and we are strong and strong, so we should find an opportunity to go into the mountains and cut off dozens of heads.

Otherwise, Hou Ye's military tent will reward you for meritorious service, so it's not easy to promote this general! "

The soldier seemed to understand, and stood up abruptly.

Taking a deep breath, he took out a black horn and started blowing it.

The roar of thunder from the banks of the Daling River not only overwhelmed the erosion of the torrent, but also suppressed the drum of wind and thunder roaring like a ferocious beast.

I saw thousands of riders flying over the hills, like a copper wall and iron wall suddenly spanning between the sky and the earth.

　ps: It’s still the same reason, my brain is a little slow, if I want to write something that I can see, it’s like squeezing toothpaste, it’s hard to get up~
ps2: But there are still drops of updates, no pigeons~
　
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