Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 42 Indra caught
It is impossible for a flood of this magnitude to appear without warning, and a kilometer-high tsunami also requires an unimaginable external force to cause it.The phenomenon of cliff boat coffins in Wuyi Mountain is unimaginable. It was once suspected that there was a monstrous flood that submerged the high cliffs and left only the shores, which made these ancient people so fond of boats and buried in high places.

However, the sound of water actually appeared, and it swelled and spread from those cobweb-like fissures underground in Minyue Mountain City, as if the Yin River and the Dark Sea that had disappeared in ancient times were rushing underground, and they might break out of the ground at any time.

The Qing soldiers and martial arts figures who died tragically in the ancient city of Minyue just now are trembling with the shaking of the earth, as if they are about to be resurrected. In the empty city, crazy demon monks are walking, singing scriptures that no one can understand, and blood is spreading Passing over his ankles, quietly moistening this barren and inhabited place.

"Close your eyes and cover your ears! This is a mental attack!"

Jiang Wen immediately reminded that his eyes were only dazed for a moment, and his sanity returned to clarity.But when he saw the people around him staring at the sky with distorted faces, they were lying all over the place, and they couldn't hear their voices at all.

Looking at the valley full of ghosts and monsters, Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and looked at it quietly. Doubt and enlightenment collided like meteorites, stirring up turbulent sparks.

"Master, what does that demon monk seem to be waiting for?"

At this time, the only two people who can remain calm are Jiang Wen and the long-haired weirdo.

The strange man touched his chin: "He should be waiting for the Buddha to appear."

"Buddha?"

Jiang Wen looked at the hell on earth where the green mist was churning. Even the real Hell may not be as weird as here. Can anyone confidently think that they can wait until the lotus blooms in the mud and stand in front of Bo Xun to see the Buddha?

The weird man slowly explained: "The Tianzhu Beiye Sutra records that when Sakyamuni was born, there was a fairy prophecy that he would either become a wheel-turning holy king, or become a monk and become a Buddha. Later, when the Buddha became enlightened, naturally he could not rule the world. The holy wheel-turning king, so this holy path has been lost."

Jiang Wen asked with a half-understanding: "Could it be that the way of Buddhism is one person, and it will be broken when you walk through it? The holy king of turning the wheel is the Buddha?"

The strange man nodded slowly: "No and no. It's a pity that no one has become a Buddha in the 2000 years of the Buddhist calendar."

Jiang Wen also knew about this chapter, but he didn't expect that there was such an explanation in Buddhist Secrets.

Chen Jinnan was the first to wake up relying on deep internal strength, but two streams of blood flowed from his nose, apparently using self-harm and stimulation.

"Could it be that the demon monk did such a dangerous thing just to become a wheel-turning holy king?" Chen Jinnan weakly calmed down his internal energy, and then asked.

The strange man shook his head: "The wheel-turning sage king has to rule the world and educate all peoples to feel the blessing of the wheel treasure, and he can fly thousands of miles without hindrance. The North Mountain of Daxue is in the former Yuan Dynasty. Even the leader of the world's monks can't do it." , how could he do it."

Having said this, the weirdo no longer concealed it, and said it out of nowhere.

"What he is looking for is not the way of the wheel-turning sage king, but the mount elephant of the wheel-turning sage king. The Chinese translation is Jie, and the "King of the World" describes that this elephant has six white teeth, seven supporting grounds, and a face like Indra. Ragubaka."

"Before Sakyamuni died, he pityed all living beings. He tamed him and hid him in Nanzhan Buzhou. By taking advantage of the absence of the wheel-turning holy king, he could meet the Buddha..."

Feng Daode didn't mean to be harsh, so he took a deep breath, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice.

"How do you know so much? Who are you?"

Jiang Wen ignored him directly, and interrupted from the side, "Master, I think this earthquake has a lot to do with the demon monk. If we don't kill him, we will all die in the mountains. I am sure to deal with him, but do you have any way to deal with it?" People with chiseled teeth, let me break into him?"

Jiang Wen's martial arts were weakened and suppressed, and he was unable to fight in groups for a long time, so he could only rely on the masters to open the way.

The strange man shook his head: "To send you there, at least four experts need to join forces. Look here..."

Hong Xiguan's voice also suddenly sounded, a bloody wooden thorn was pierced into his leg, and he killed himself ruthlessly in order to wake up.

"Jiang Daochang, I will also help you, and I will send you there even if I die!"

Chen Jinnan's face was slightly gloomy, and he held the Juque sword in his hands, and his meaning was very clear. Only Feng Daode's expression was gloomy, and he avoided answering.

Chen Jinnan was worried about the members of the Heaven and Earth Association, and he took the lead in pleading: "Master Feng, although you have a different stance from ours against the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, the current situation is critical. I, Chen, ask you to act righteously and rescue the fire!"

Feng Daode's thin cheeks trembled, but his eyes were full of guard: "The stupidity of the Ming Dynasty has caused the world to revolt, and now the small court is also fighting and attacking. All the way, I am afraid it will be tolerated by the world."

Wudang had been involved in the Chuangwang rebellion, and at this time he also showed that he was not optimistic about the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, and he was completely unwilling to help.Of course, the secret meaning is that Wudang has Wudang's position, and it is absolutely impossible to help the Ming Dynasty or Shaolin forces.

Officer Hong Xi took a peek at Hongdou, who had her eyes closed tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Feng, today is different. At this time, the lives of people in the valley are at stake, and the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes and the court can be considered separately. I hope you can see that in Shaolin Front edge..."

Feng Daode was furious, and fixed his eyes on Hong Xiguan like a hawk: "Since you know the superiority of elders and juniors, there is no reason for you to teach me how to do things! The Wudang faction will not interfere with Zhu Ming's family affairs, let alone help Shaolin! "

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan changed drastically, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and their movements of grasping weapons changed—if they were not recognized as friends in the Jianghu, they were enemies, how could they make people feel at ease?
But the strange man suddenly walked in and stood between the three of them.

"Don't quarrel and hurt your peace, I don't think this matter is very serious..."

The strange man waved his tattered clothes, and everyone thought he was trying to persuade Chen Hong and the others to leave, but they turned around abruptly and stared at Feng Daode, who was looking sullenly, face to face.

"Just now you said that you will never return to enlightenment and will not help Shaolin, and you also said that the heaven, earth, king, relative and teacher, so which principle do you listen to? You have to be counted in life!"

Feng Daode narrowed his eyes unkindly, "What's your business?" His hand was already quietly put in his sleeve, and his fingers curled slightly out of his sleeve.

Jiang Wen also looked at the skinny Taoist and persuaded him.

"Feng Daochang, you see that we are all Taoists, but there has never been a reason why Buddhism and Taoism are incompatible, so what's the trouble if you just help?"

He also spoke with a peaceful expression, as if he really came to be a peacemaker.

"I can understand you saying that you can't come back to the Ming Dynasty. The world is in turmoil because Zhu Ming has no way to go. Ordinary people, who would want to rebel if they have something to eat?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Wen took a breath, and his smiling face suddenly turned into a curse, "But I don't agree with you if you don't clarify this point! You only saw that the two hundred years of life have been exhausted, but you can't guess The next 300 years will be in dire straits; you keep saying that you have seen millions of people in trouble, but do you know that because of your indifference, [-] million people will be worse than dogs in the future! Aren’t you afraid of electric drills with chrysanthemum sets!”

This is not a peacemaker, this is a nuclear peacemaker with Big Ivan!
Feng Daode is about to explode, obviously his attitude is the worst and the toughest, why are all these persuading people putting pressure on him?Ever since he took over the Wudang sect from his senior brother, he has never seen such an aggrieved thing.

"court death!"

Feng Daode was scolded by pointing his nose, and the long-stored tiger claws attacked with anger, and rushed to Jiang Wen's front door with Fenglei, intending to beat him to death with a killer.

But a smelly wind blew up, and the strange man's slovenly clothes snatched Jiang Wen, his skinny palm and Wudang tiger's claw kung fu fought together, and flutteringly took it back, and then the strange man grabbed his wrist, and again Then let go.

I saw that his palms were numb and trembling constantly, it turned out that Feng Daode suffered a loss through deliberate calculation and unintentional calculation.

The weirdo lifted up his tattered robe, his messy hair brushed aside, revealing an old, muddy face, with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Since you can't speak to others logically, and you dare to say that you are the master of heaven and earth, I think you'd better die."

He was about to yell at him when he saw the scratches on his hands and suddenly lost his anger, and looked at the other party as if he woke up suddenly.

"God's Eight Dozens, Indra Grab...you are...you are..."

Feng Daode carefully distinguished, and the expression on his dark face was extremely ugly: "You are indeed the number one master in Southern Shaolin back then, Uncle Haizhi?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful, I will sue you for defamation."

The weirdo pursed his lips and denied.

"Please call me Master Chicken Po."

(End of this chapter)