Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

The cold wind was blowing, the cold rain was bleak, and Pinzhao was still climbing up high with his hands and feet. It was just that the ordinary mountain climbing in the past was extremely difficult today.

The dripping sweat made his palms often wet and slippery, and he almost slipped off the cliff. He turned his head and looked down a little, knowing that if he was not careful, he would be like a rolling stone under his body, turning into nothing. It is a puddle of meat mud in the Baizhang Abyss.

Pinzhao remembers that he has never looked back, but the wind, thunder and all kinds of strange noises in his ears are constantly reminding him that there is an unreal and bizarre farce like a ghost behind him. Even if he is deaf now, the extremely active brain waves will Various scenes were conjured up before his eyes, tormenting his spirit.

It may be that the little monk had bloodstains and pains on his hands and feet, so that the physical feedback was affecting his will, causing him to start to fluctuate emotionally, sometimes feeling depressed and depressed, sometimes sweating, and suddenly being overwhelmed by the great tension and urgency. control.

Only by looking at it from an angle that outsiders can't see, can Pinzhao's extreme madness appear to be similar to Luo Shuang'er's eyes.

This appearance is very strange, like countless types of vines absorbing the rain and fog in his body, and suddenly start to grow and climb. Their names are fear, worry, anger, sorrow, longing, and pity, and they are constantly absorbing him. The normal emotions left in this body are all kinds of extreme emotions, competing and fighting like raising Gu, and finally externalized in the form of various gritted teeth and twisted and weird expressions on his face.

Chaos and impetuosity are still spreading. Facing the jagged and thorny cliff, Pinzhao can't wait to bite the mountain wall with his teeth. In his thinking that is about to be chaotic, countless sediments suddenly appear. Forgotten sight.

The scars left on his body made him even feel that this rotten skin was about to burst and burst, and his body was about to be shattered into rags and pieces of meat, letting the "vine" that was bred in it and the real master Stretch out the vines that shone with evil light, sucking and licking away the last trace of warm blood...

"Pin Zhao, what are you doing, why don't you climb up?!"

With a stern resounding like a thunderbolt, he climbed to the edge of the cave with one hand, and only then did he wake up from a dream with the dangerous hanging photo.

He was surprised to find that he had clearly struggled to move for a long time before, and sometimes climbed hard and sometimes fell sharply. At this time, he didn't climb even an inch, but almost slipped to the bottom of the cliff. Grabbing his ankle—only the piercing pain all over his body was still present in front of him like a substance.

"Benefactor Jiang! Master Anren! You are finally back!"

Jiang Wen forced the dry muntjac on Qianfo Cliff back with a flash of a knife, then stretched out his hand to pull Pinzhao to a safe place, and naturally returned a convincing smile.

"Yes, it took us a lot of trouble to get rid of the pursuers when we came back. Fortunately, you have persisted until now."

Pinzhao gasped in shock for a moment, then said joyfully: "Since Donor Jiang and Master Anren are back, we must find the benefactor, right?!"

Jiang Wen and An Ren turned their heads guiltily, and glanced quietly at the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

"Uh, sort of..."

Pinzhao, who didn't know why, smiled happily at this moment: "That's great! Let's quickly find a way to escape from Jizu Shanyin, so we can return to Xitan Temple safely!"

Seeing that Pinzhao was so relaxed, Jiang Wenyou sighed: "Don't be too happy, it's easy to come in and difficult to get out of this Jizu Shanyin, and now we are all deeply trapped in this 'Heavenly Demon Kingdom', if you want to If you want to be safe and sound, I am afraid that the Buddha will come to the world to help you."

Pinzhao's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Master Anren helplessly, but this old monk with dark skin and pale appearance also looked at him calmly, speechless.

"I suspect that miasma is everywhere in the shade of Jizu Mountain, and the floating fungal spores have a strong hallucinogenic effect, causing those of us who set foot here to fall into a nightmare that we can't wake up from. Otherwise, Jiang really can't explain it. The truth of..."

The two stood next to the Buddhist cave and looked into the distance. Jiang Wen lowered his voice and asked Master Anren, his tone was cold: "Master, the three sword wounds on your body cut off your vitals, and even your heart veins are damaged under the blows of your palms and fists." It was almost broken, I hope you will look up and let me see how the arteries on the neck are glued together..."

The pale-faced Master An Ren raised his head slowly in astonishment, only to see the same wound as Jiang Wen's remained on his neck, narrow and deep.

But he didn't have the blessing of Jiang Wen King Kong's indestructible magic power, the bone-cut scars exposed his throat bone was pale, and the bright pink blood wound was like a child's mouth wide open.But the bleeding from his wound has stopped inexplicably, and coupled with the hesitation of his pale face, it seems that he is a remnant corpse that accidentally revived from the underworld and still does not know it.

"Amitabha, it's no wonder that the donor's internal injuries are so serious. The old monk repeatedly thought that you had run out of oil, but you were still walking like flying..."

Master Anren also suddenly realized, rubbed the fatal scar on his neck, but then muttered to himself, "Although this matter is strange, according to the old monk, it may still be the miraculous effect of the Cold Mountain Kungfu..."

Jiang Wen said noncommittally: "I don't understand this point either. After all, if we are dreaming, then we are deeply trapped in it now, and there is no way to verify the authenticity. I just learned from the inexplicable healing of the waist and abdomen injuries of King Miaobao. , guessed the strangeness of it."

Previously, Dharma King Miaobao fell into the corpse cellar and almost hurt his internal organs in the photo taken as a rescue, but now it seems that the waist and abdomen injuries have not affected his actions, and even the wounds have healed a lot. Because of such strange things, clues gradually emerged Only then did Jiang Wen vaguely sense something was wrong.

Miserable white mist drifted, like countless ashes falling from the sky, flying all over the forest, at this moment, the withered ghosts with strange smiles appeared like maggots attached to bones, and strange sounds echoed in the forest.

"The old monk has never seen such an evil Jizu Mountain Yin, true? Illusory? How can I penetrate... Where is the end..."

Master Anren's thoughts seemed to be affected by the thick fog, and he couldn't figure out the reason. His eyes were full of distracting thoughts. Fortunately, he was soon freed from the distinction between names and appearances. He felt ashamed in his mouth and had to admire Jiang Wen in his heart. accuracy of intuition.

"Amitabha Buddha! The old monk's cultivation base is superficial, and he was almost covered by the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance! The three poisons must be subdued with the three methods of precepts, concentration and wisdom, and ordinary people should not think like this! Now, I am afraid that only the Dharma King's cultivation base can resist..."

At this time, it was already a cold night full of ghostly shadows, looking down at the withered pines growing attached to the cliff, they looked like barren ghost hands about to rush to the sky, always trying to catch the three people on the cliff.

But what is even more frightening is that at first glance, Qianfo Cliff looks like a lot of black shadows, but in fact, there have been dragon gnats stinging and coiling on the rock wall, and countless strange shadows of dried muntjacs the size of sesame seeds are coming from the rock. It emerged from the cracks, wanting to dissolve into a whole and climb up the rock, completely engulfing this cliff.

"Benefactor, what kind of plan do you have? If you continue to hesitate like this, I'm afraid you will lose your life..."

Master Anren was so angry all the way, until now that he knew that he would not die, he gathered up some strength and asked Jiang Wen.

At this moment, Jiang Wen's eyes are fixed on the direction where the dry muntjacs are coming in like a tide, where the Miaobao Dharma King is standing alone against thousands of troops, constantly resisting the ghosts, like a dangerous reef at the bottom of the river, which will always be submerged by huge waves, but always Able to reveal a majestic posture after being towering.

"Master, I don't know if it's really an illusion here, but when I hit Miss Luo just now, do you know what I noticed?"

Jiang Wen took a hard breath, turned his head and searched for the plain white ghost figure in the distance, wanting to see when the other party would come chasing after him, so he replied to himself: "It is clearly a rock, a grass, It's a cliff, it's a deep valley, it's everything that the eyes can see, except it doesn't look like a person..."

"Not human?"

Master Anren repeated it subconsciously.

"Yes! The true energy in Miss Luo's body is strong and thick. Even a determined master who has practiced hard for a hundred years should not have such seamless true energy. The kind of stubbornness and coldness that does not belong to a living person is not unusual at all. What the living can have!"

Jiang Wen said something that he didn't know why, at first it sounded like he was making excuses for avoiding fighting, shrinking and fleeing, but in his sharp eyes like a sword, it was clear that a thousand waves could not stop the perseverance, An Ren The Venerable Master just glanced at it, and he knew that Jiang Wen would never have chosen to avoid the battle if it hadn't been beyond human power.

Only Jiang Wen himself knows that no matter how miraculous the internal force of martial arts is, there are few secrets in front of him. True energy is nothing more than fiery or bitter cold, soft or hard, majestic or dangerous, modest or aggressive In fact, there must be a way to resolve the birth and death of everything.

But the internal force that emerged from Luo Shuang'er's body just now was far from being exquisite, but so rough that it was incomprehensible. It was like a castle built by an urchin with cobblestones. It might lose its balance and collapse completely due to the breeze in the next second.

But it is just this kind of internal force. When it accumulates so deeply that the quantitative change produces a qualitative change, and it turns into a towering mountain made of cobblestones, then the original rough and clumsy nature will also produce a clumsy and ingenious magical characteristic. Until the world is seized for his own use, it is impossible to shake!

Relying on the strange true energy entrenched in the five viscera, Jiang Wen had already begun to notice it. He just didn't expect that the "Cold Mountain Art" was composed of such a mess of impurities, like the most difficult to dissolve deposited at the bottom of a salt pond for thousands of years. Crystallization, it's no wonder that with four or five of my own excellent internal strength, I can't dissolve the "Han Shan Jin" after repeated crushing——

This "Cold Mountain Strength" is not so much composed of true qi, it is better to say that it is just a strange thing that is somewhat similar to true qi regardless of its appearance and nature!
At this time, if we still talk about true energy, then the "Cold Mountain Strength" that Luo Shuang'er erupted from his body before may have been cultivated for no less than a hundred years...

No, a hundred years of cultivation might not necessarily have such a desperate attribute. It must have been accumulated for thousands of years, which made Jiang Wen at a loss, how to move and absorb in the sea of ​​​​qi, and finally suffered a solid injury.

Jiang Wen knew very well that at that moment, when the "Cold Mountain Strength" erupted continuously from Luo Shuang'er's thin body, it actually only showed the tip of the iceberg, as if the entire land had become her dantian qi sea, an eye for an eye earthquake A blow from Tuijiangwen!
Jiang Wen was not so much defeated by "Han Shan Jin", but rather injured by his own backlash!
Perhaps, as Venerable An Ren said, the yin of the chicken feet will increase the internal strength of the cold mountain, making the water in it rise and the boat will rise. Everything seemed to be reacting weirdly.

After listening to Jiang Wen's description, Master Anren also paled and thought about something, and it took him a long time to look at Jiang Wen with anger, his tone full of despair.

"Benefactor, if you can't match your martial arts, even if the Miaobao Dharma King at the bottom of the cliff is a bit brave, how can you resist these ghosts?"

Everyone in Jizu Shanyin is now unable to fly, Master Anren looks haggard, just like their current situation, but he can't understand why Jiang Wen has so much confidence here.

"You are wrong, Master."

Jiang Wen spat out a mouthful of blood from internal injuries, and said to Master Anren with a strange smile, "I also came to my senses when I was facing ghosts. Who said that Dharma King Miaobao can't deal with dry muntjacs if he doesn't know martial arts."

"Ah? Forgive the old monk for being ignorant..."

"If you talk too much about martial arts, you won't understand, anyway, since King Miaobao's purity is so high, he must be a master who can stand on his own!

"Huh!? Don't benefactor Jiang plan to help?"

Master An Ren originally thought that Jiang Wen was planning to join forces, but he almost didn't realize it at this time.

"Huh!? Why did the Master say that?"

After Jiang Wen heard his question, he also seemed a little puzzled.

"Jiang's sole purpose in coming to Jizu Shanyin is to find Miss Luo's whereabouts. Now that Miss Luo is chasing after us forcefully, [-]% or even [-]% of the purpose of this trip has already been achieved. Is this true? Isn't it already done?"

Master An Ren was taken aback when he heard the words, and was immediately impressed by Jiang Wen's brazenness.

At this time, Jiang Wen was standing on the sidelines in the Buddhist cave, clearly showing his chariot and horses, and he was going to hand over the important task of dealing with Gan Jizi and Luo Shuang'er to Dharma King Miaobao.

But for the time being, regardless of the dry deer coming in like a tide, Luo Shuang'er, who may appear at any time and overcome many masters in the rivers and lakes, is already extremely difficult, and An Ren on the side can't figure out the reason behind it anyway.

So Venerable An Ren looked into the distance in bewilderment: "Benefactor Jiang, the black hat Dharma King was born in Tibet and has never practiced martial arts. How can we deal with Miss Luo?"

Jiang Wen nodded slightly: "Not necessarily. Master Anren, you have also practiced martial arts. There are people in this world who practice during the summer and winter, but you can believe that I have achieved such a cultivation level. In fact, I have never practiced martial arts for a day. Hard work."

So he pointed to the Miaobao Dharma King again: "Look at him, just relying on these methods such as the Sakyamuni Throwing Kung Fu cannot be memorized by common sense. What about martial arts?"

Even though they were far apart, Dharma King Miaobao seemed to have really seen the two people behind him with his heavenly eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at the cave on the Thousand Buddha Cliff, and then stood standing at the mountain pass again.

Just like to prove what Jiang Wen said, the figure of Dharma King Miaobao standing in the sea of ​​corpses is even more arrogant. Countless dry muntjacs are still climbing to the cliff where the Thousand Buddha Caves are located, shoulder to shoulder like a picture of hell, but in this corpse In the surging runoff of the sea, there is an extremely tough rock on the bottom, with one hand standing in front of it, and one arm stretched out on the other side, fighting against countless dry muntjacs against the current.

As the King Miaobao himself said, he has never learned any martial arts moves, and there is no trace of hostility in his gestures.

At this moment, his blue eyes are like a bull king, looking at the surrounding fields, no matter whether relatives or grievances, everything is as clear as the ocean, as if he has sensed the fear and fear in the hearts of all living beings, so he wholeheartedly rescues and protects with the seal of fearlessness.

"It's amazing!" Pin Zhao sincerely praised.

"Chengmiao, look at this kung fu, it has the meaning of twelve-shaped boxing."

Following Jiang Wen's praise, I saw that his kundaliya yoga movements are soothing and powerful, with his right palm stretched out and his five fingers facing outwards, constantly blocking the progress of the dry deer. The fearless copper ox in the town is full of water, and the double horns touch everything that is rice and grass, and it is difficult for dry muntjacs to advance an inch.

"No, no, this is clearly the appearance of a bull king in the Buddha's body. Amitabha, the black-hat dharma king actually cultivated and proved the solemn appearance of the Buddha. He really has incredible cultivation..."

Master Anren is used to looking at things from the perspective of Buddhism, which is exactly the opposite of Jiang Wen's habit of Jianghu people, and it just so happens that Jiang Wen at this time is completely entering the state of Jianghu.

"In your opinion, this is called professionalism."

Jiang Wen immediately nodded in agreement, but couldn't help frowning and wondering.

"These corpses are dead but not stiff. It's hard for Jiang not to wonder whether it is related to the cold mountain kung fu that permeates the Jizu mountain shadow and is better than mountain fog. Therefore, the key to breaking the situation today lies in the presence of the Dharma King of Tibet." body."

The behavior of King Miaobao at this time seems to have attracted a certain degree of attention. Some of the dry muntjacs who were blocked and disturbed suddenly revealed the protruding fangs on their deformed heads, and looked at their blind eyes as if they were smelling a strange gas. King Miaobao killed at the position, and the front of the soldiers turned around in an instant.

But Dharma King Miaobao didn't panic at all. He took a deep breath, his already strong body suddenly seemed to expand a bit, his skin began to turn red like high temperature. It seems to be walking freely on the peak of the snowy area.

The arc of jumping and landing was like a full moon. Jiang Wen clearly saw that the bones of his legs seemed to be twisted in the wrong direction this time. The kneecaps contracted and tightened on the legbones, and the muscles also elongated and became round and firm like a deer. They were self-sufficient and gradually slender. The circle contains the unimaginable explosive power of animals.

And the next moment, this leg broke free from all external shackles, and swept out in a smooth and unhindered, violent posture that crushed the enemy, so that the air was violently torn apart, and it exploded along the position of King Miaobao. There was a deafening bang!

"Amitabha...this is actually the Buddha's body and deer king's appearance..."

Master An Ren's eyes were shining brightly, and he kept chanting the Buddha's name, as if he couldn't imagine the supernatural power displayed by the young Dharma King in front of him, but no matter how surprised he was, the result was in front of them.

The kundalini in Naruo Six Dharma Yoga is also called fierce fire, which is the blazing energy formed by the close integration of body and mind. At this time, any dry deer that is hit by the body of Miaobao Dharma King really seems to be scalded by invisible fire Generally speaking, the whole body trembled for a long time and could not stand upright, and the shriveled skin and flesh also showed a distinct burnt black.

It wasn't until this time that Jiang Wen pointed his hand and said to the location of King Miaobao.

"Although Jiang is just a layman in Buddhism, I have already reached the pinnacle in martial arts. The so-called all dharmas have one. Since Buddhism can understand the mind and see the nature, why can't martial arts become a Buddha immediately?!"

Seeing that Venerable Anren was speechless, Jiang Wen quickly persuaded him to be calm and recover his strength, and leave the frontal battlefield to his allies for the time being.

In this way, because the cliffs on both sides of Qianfo Cliff face each other like bottle mouths, they turned into a natural pass. Countless dried muntjacs gushed out like tides, but they were subdued by the magic power of King Miaobao nearby, and their ability to stir up troubles became more and more diminished. , everything seems to be developing in a good direction, but Jiang Wen's appearance of watching success or failure always makes Master An Ren feel that something is not right.

But the two of them didn't have time to rest for too long, so they saw the wild trees in the remote mountains swaying and the leaves falling violently, as if something was approaching ferociously.

I saw the dry muntjac split away suddenly, and a figure of Angzang rushed out from the dark forest, and collided with the body of King Miaobao Jianshuo, making a violent vibration sound.

Jiang Wen looked from a distance, and saw a ferocious Yasha, which was completely different from the shriveled deer, suddenly came out of the crowd, until it raised its head and looked at King Miaobao with extreme ferocity. Rakshasa shouldn't be so violent.

On the head of this majestic body, there is a face full of blood stains and scars, the facial features are chaotic and connected into a pool of blood, only the bloodshot eyes are round, and the sharp teeth are shining coldly. The face that should have covered it was gone!
The Yaksha's face, now sagging sideways from top to bottom, from left to right, was torn and peeled off by someone alive, hanging on the side like a burden, allowing the blood stains to ooze from the bright red flesh bit by bit. The drops fell on the face of the suddenly suppressed Miaobao Dharma King, the ferocity and sternness could not be added for a while!

What's even more frightening is that this person's muscles bulge like a tiger or a leopard. Even if the Dharma king has the kind eyes of the bull king and the auspicious appearance of the deer king, he can't dispel the evil wind that is filled with blood around him. The monk's robe tied around Baofa King's waist almost cut him open.

The Peeling Yaksha, who failed in one blow, bent his arms, and smashed down with his wide-eyed eyes with infinite force. Karmapa Miaobao also took the opportunity to wrestle with his hands, but the opponent's arms firmly restrained Karmapa Miaobao with ten thousand catties of physical strength. , Facing the skinning Yaksha with disheveled hair, King Miaobao fell into a disadvantage in an instant, and was unable to compete with it in terms of brute force.

At this time, from a distance, there are ring-shaped protrusions all over the peeling Yaksha's abdomen, which is actually thickened by fascia and fills the bone seams, so that the membrane, marrow, tendons, and bones are integrated, and the abdomen bulges when exerting force Cast like copper and iron, it firmly suppresses the arms of King Miaobao.

Peeling Yasha exerted his strength without any hesitation, and he was about to smash the opponent's bones in an instant, and he had obviously exploded tendons all over his body, and the tendons in his arms were protruding. Strength, go forward without end.

King Miaobao is close to it, and he can most perceive the inhuman horror. On the terrifying face highlighted by the torn skin, the eyes are also protruding because of the struggle, and the sharp teeth are exposed in the air, full of malice, like It is cruel and evil that cannot be suppressed in the blood, and it is completely a terrifying appearance that reveals madness in the extreme!
Peeling Yaksha completely lost his human form at this time, and screamed silently in the posture of looking up to the sky, revealing a kind of brutality that should only be possessed by beasts in the mountains and forests, as if this body exists only to run amok and howl to shake the mountains.

"Amitabha, there are such evil spirits in the forest!" Pinzhao was shocked, but he heard a cold snort coming from Jiang Wen's mouth.

"Hmph, what a ghost, why don't you take a closer look at who he is?!"

Pinzhao was taken aback when he heard the words, at first he couldn't connect the hideous appearance with the people he knew, until he tried his best to ignore the strange appearance with the bloody face hanging on it, and focused on the terrifying bear-like body of this person... …

"Haven't you recognized him yet... He was pierced by a snake-shaped hand, and then torn to pieces by Zong He's fist, and the two ultimate moves were eaten by one person, and his face was torn apart alive, how can he still do this?" Cruel, what a villain!"

Jiang Wen frowned and praised, he had already guessed that the person who arrived was the long-lost King He Dao of the Pingxi Palace. At this time, the ribs and tendons exposed on his upper body like King Miaobao are enough to prove that this person must be, and can only be. This person who was born in the army has been tempered and tempered.

Venerable Anren admitted with a look of indignation: "Amitabha, just as Benefactor Jiang said, the old monk also witnessed him go berserk at that time, tearing the Eight Immortal Swordsman into two pieces, and then he was killed by the other two. Defeated by a master. I just didn't expect that he would turn into such an inhuman and ghostly appearance..."

But the current King He Dao is no longer a living person, and what he does is beyond common sense. He has turned into a fierce tiger in the underworld of Jizu Mountain, who only knows how to bite people and suck blood.

In the next second, the peeling Yaksha has turned into a mountain tiger, carrying the natural blood of primates and erect apes to suppress it. The bones of the arms of King Miaobao began to creak and howl, and his knees could no longer support it. The place of residence is falling down bit by bit.

The silhouettes of the two gradually swayed down in the bleak forest with flying branches and leaves. The might of the tiger is unmatched. Yaksha's terrifying protruding eyes and bloody mouth are full of evil spirits, and he almost bites the King Miaobao. To be at a disadvantage.

But at this moment, Dharma King Miaobao suddenly laughed.

Such a terrifying appearance may frighten others, but he has already gone through retreat and hard work, faced various physical and psychological troubles, faced darkness and death, eliminated the fundamental fear in his heart, and devoted himself to opening up self-generated light and wisdom to benefit all beings .

We must know that the Miaobao Dharma King can realize and penetrate even the angry appearance of the Dharma protector and the terrifying appearance of the hideous corpse with the mind of samsara and nirvana, so how can he be caught by fear?

His previously pursed lips and loving eyes were fleeting, as if he was about to turn to face death with great joy, but the moment he smiled, he saw two sharp teeth protruding from his mouth, protruding strangely from the rest of the teeth , It's just that it has never been noticed by anyone on weekdays. Its color is bright and white, as sharp as a blade, and as strong as a diamond. Suddenly it smiled at the skinned King He Dao.

And the next moment, the absolute suppression caused by King He Dao Wang's plate ribs and tendons was slowly pulled back by an invisible force. No matter how much blood dripped from his face or how much black air came out of his body, it seemed that he could not change it a little bit. Showing decline.

At this time, the body of King Miaobao quietly changed again, but different from King He Dao who was as fierce as a tiger, King Miaobao's body was only slowly stretching out, and his shoulders stretched wide and straight. .

But soon, this movement carried an indescribable majesty and dignity, and then not only the body was stretched out, but also the cheekbones of King Miaobao were slowly unfolding. It was gradually widened due to the pulling of the bones. From a distance, both the figure and the face looked like a majestic and dignified lion, standing fiercely in front of the dry muntjac!

The tiger confronted the lion, the ghost roar met the Buddha's voice, the Dharma King Miaobao laughed silently, his strong and sharp teeth were clearly visible, just like a lion roaring at the tiger, with a unique, fearless and wonderful face, showing the most victorious and invisible Omniscient, determined to subdue all heretics and demons in front of you!
Venerable An Ren praised in a low voice, and saw with his own eyes that the Miaobao Dharma King's arms were bent and then slowly straightened, and the kundalini yoga spread all over his body, showing a red-like divine posture, which made the opponent's fierce power smothered, and he was instantly invincible. Fight back.

"Amitabha, this is the body of the Buddha and the lion king!"

Buddhism's "Great Wisdom Theory" records that lions are fearless among four-legged beasts and can subdue everything; the same is true for Buddha. Among the 96 kinds of heretics, everything is fearless, so it is called a human lion. Fear arises.

"Great! His Holiness is so supernatural, we are saved!"

Pinzhao cheered and jumped for joy, but suddenly found that the majestic figure that subdued the skinned Yaksha suddenly swayed, stumbled and staggered backwards, and did not stop until he leaned against a tree.

A trace of doubt first flashed in Pinzhao's eyes, but soon he was completely overwhelmed by bewilderment and confusion.

Because he found that the group of corpses under the Qianfo Cliff gradually bowed to the ground, like the ripples of a flat lake, or like a continuous tide receding into silence, they all worshiped a woman in white clothes who came with a sword and was more than snow.

The dry deer seemed to be worshiping the king, and the skinned Yaksha retreated with a whimper and a low growl, leaving only the Miaobao Dharma King with his back against the big tree facing him with his palms upright. Then he frowned, and his serious eyes naturally met the There are crazy clear eyes in the pair of extremes...

I have been working overtime recently, and my train of thought has been unable to coherent.

At the end of the volume, these parts that should have been written in one go, I am afraid that the whole paragraph will collapse, so I plan to split the plot into finer details, and to prevent serious omissions or conflicts, the way I came up with is to divide it into chapters and chapters like this.

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ps: The ending is longer than expected, my liver hurts