I have a role in the heavens

Xie Hui did not wait for the eternal darkness. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him. A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He sighed dejectedly and said slowly.

"A new generation replaces the old!"

"Jianghu makes people grow old, and time is not forgiving. You win, I lose!"

Hearing this, Song Yuhua put away the full-moon scimitar in her hand. It was simple and unpretentious, with no trace of the dazzling brilliance just now. The blade was sheathed and silent.

"I originally thought that your sword technique is the Full Moon Scimitar. The sword's intention is cold and pure, and the sword technique is small and subtle. It is completely different from the Heavenly Sword!"

"But I still underestimated you. Your real sword technique is the Galaxy Sword Technique. The stars are bright, the Milky Way is gorgeous, the stream flows down three thousand feet, the momentum is majestic, the atmosphere is majestic, the moves are exquisite and subtle, and it is not inferior to the Heavenly Sword!"

"The sun and moon are stars, and the three lights converge. She is indeed Song Que's daughter! My son Wenlong is indeed not worthy of you!"

Xie Hui felt incomprehensible. Who would have thought that the gentle, graceful, delicate and beautiful woman in front of him could actually defeat him, the powerful martial arts tycoon in Bashu.

"After this battle, I'm afraid you will become famous all over the world, and your name will be engraved in the Sharpening Hall!"

Xie Hui felt incomprehensible, with a look of shock in his cold eyes. The opponent's sword skills were stunning, exquisite and brilliant, which made it still difficult for him to calm down the emotions in his heart.

Song Yuhua's expression was indifferent, and she suddenly lost interest in leaving her name in the knife-sharpening hall. When she defeated Xie Hui with her own sword skills, her soul had already undergone a transformation, reaching the state of master perfection, with a perfect spirit, and she had Mingwu realizes that she is no longer a caged bird or a canary. With the full moon scimitar in her hand, not even the heavenly sword Song Que can control her life.

"It doesn't matter. I have cut the grinding hall out of my heart. I don't care if I can carve my name on the whetstone!"

"A truly strong person doesn't need other people's approval at all!"

Song Yuhua's expression was extremely relaxed, as if he had broken free from all the constraints on his body. His expression was high and full of hope, as if his whole person had been sublimated.

"A strong person doesn't want the approval of others?"

Xie Hui sighed in a low voice, lowered his head, thoughtfully, and looked a little more relieved. He raised his head and looked at Song Yuhua and said in a deep voice.

"You win, kill me!"

Song Yuhua did not do this, turned around and walked back, walking out of the main hall, ignoring the stunned Xie Hui behind him.

Xie Hui tidied up his messy clothes and walked out of the main hall with a solemn expression. He faced the swords of thousands of people by himself without any fear. He was calm and resolute, calm and unhurried, showing the character of a great martial artist. Charming and elegant.

Song Yuhua waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him all moved out of the way. Song Yuhua looked at the surprised Xie Hui and said with a smile.

"After all, you are my elder. I won't kill you. Just leave!"

After all, Xie Hui was Song Yuhua's father-in-law in name only. Song Yuhua would not do anything too extreme, so he let Xie Hui go.

Xie Hui took a deep look at Song Yuhua, looked around, taking in everyone's sights, and finally looked back at the Duzun Fort before walking away along the way out of the way.

At Dashi Temple, in the back hall of the Main Hall, several famous masters gathered together.

Sitting in the middle are four old monks with white beards and hair. They are solemn, compassionate and wise.

Master Jiaxiang of the Sanlunzong Sect has smooth skin, fair hair, and a childish face. His brows are two inches long. He has drooping eyes. He is wearing a golden-red cassock. His eyes are warm and peaceful, revealing kindness. He sits cross-legged on a futon, with his right hand raised and one hand on the other. On the leg, the most eye-catching thing is the index finger of his right hand, which is smooth and warm, as delicate as jade, and glowing with gleaming light. This is the characteristic of Master Jiaxiang after he has practiced the one-finger Zen Kung Fu to a perfect state. This index finger is indestructible. , indestructible, can be regarded as a relic-like existence.

"Thanks to Master Fanzhai this time, he persuaded Duzunbao to surrender. Now the North-South dispute has taken the lead. The Song clan may be passive!"

Huayan Zongdi Xinzun's complexion is dark yellow, like the golden Buddha statue in the temple. He is majestic and solemn, with great suffering and hatred. His eyebrows are drooped, with a bit of coldness on his face. His eyes are sharp and sharp, and his sparkling light makes people uncomfortable. Dare to look at each other, they are thin and short, and the cassocks on their bodies are particularly loose. They are sitting cross-legged on the futon. There is a staff as thick as an arm in their hands. It is extremely heavy. The staff is tightly held in the palm of the hand, and there are blue veins on the back of the hand. Rise up violently, with extra force. Venerable Emperor Xin did not speak, he was very silent, with a look of contemplation on his face, his brows furrowed, and he listened calmly to the discussion.

Master Daoxin, the fourth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, has a cheerful temperament, is humorous, and the most lively. He is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, but slightly old. His hale and hearty face is wrinkled, his eyes are full of gentleness, and his soft eyes make people feel like they are bathed in spring breeze. With a bit of a smile on her face, Yingying looked at the discussion, nodded frequently, and expressed deep agreement. She was obviously a very easy to get along with.

"Indeed, Master Fanzhai deserves the greatest credit!"

The wisdom master of the Tiantai Sect has a pale expression, his eyes are slightly squinted, and the light of wisdom flashes through the slits in his eyes. He is the tallest among the four holy monks, and can even be considered strong and burly. His cheeks are also larger than normal people. Highly bulging cheekbones, a ferocious face, a sinister face, a nose slightly tilted to the left, a huge mouth, a bloody mouth, such a green forest hero, I don't know how he ended up worshiping Buddhism and became a A generation of holy monks really wasted their good looks, which were born to be thieves and thieves.

But this old monk with five major elements and three thick muscles and a fierce appearance is actually the wisest among the four holy monks. He is like a Buddhist think tank. He has profound insights and a lot of clever tricks. The contrast with his appearance is really huge.

"We need to be wary of Xie Hui's repeated attempts!"

"After all, Xie Hui and Tiandao Song Que are acquaintances for eight years. They have a life-and-death relationship and a deep friendship. Even if we agree to abandon the dark side and surrender to the bright side and submit to the Li clan, it is very likely that Song Que will regret it again!"

Fan Qinghui and others nodded in agreement, and the smiles on their faces softened a bit. Song Que, the Heavenly Swordsman, is a very charismatic person. No one here dares to underestimate this world's best swordsman. , extremely fearful of him.

In fact, if it weren't for Song Que's insistence on Han ancestry and his rejection of Buddhism and other barbaric religions, they would never have chosen to support the Li clan, but would happily support the Song clan. It's a pity that Song Que is too stubborn. He insists on the orthodox bloodline of the Han people and doesn't like foreign sects such as Buddhism. This is Song Que's biggest flaw and the most admirable thing about him.

People may not agree with others who insist on their original aspirations, but they will never laugh at people who insist on their original aspirations. Such people are persevering and persevering, which is admirable.

Hou Xibai was sitting next to Monk Dayin of Dashi Temple. He was unknown and did not have much sense of existence. Even Monk Dayin, as a junior of Master Daoxin, could not say a few words in such an occasion. His status and seniority were comparable to this one. There is a big difference in the number of people.

"I know Song Que well. Once you decide on something, you will never regret it!"

"If he knew that Xie Hui had betrayed him, he would definitely kill Xie Hui without mercy!"

There were faint ripples in Fan Qinghui's eyes, and memories flashed through her mind. Back then, Song Quehui's sword cut the thread of love, and she was extremely decisive and decisive, which left a deep impression on her.

The master of Cihang Jingzhai, who is over fifty years old, has a beautiful appearance and unrivaled elegance. The gray monk's robes on her body cannot cover up Fan Qinghui's elegance. She is worthy of being the most beautiful fairy in the previous era. Time has particularly favored her. Just looking at her appearance, she would be around thirty years old at most, which is the best time in a woman's life.

Hou Xibai carefully felt the aura and mental fluctuations of the four holy monks and Fan Qinghui, figured out their skills, and deduced them in his mind. Countless virtual figures continued to revise and practice, trying again and again. Wrong. After making corrections again and again, in just a few moments, the practice skills of several people were deduced and integrated into oneself, making the aura around the body more and more perfect. However, the four holy monks and Fan Qinghui did not notice it. This all happened quietly.

Hou Xibai looked solemn and solemn on the surface, but he was a rising star in Buddhism, but he was very bored in his heart. He didn't bother to listen to their discussions at all. He waited boredly until the big boss meeting ended. It was already late at night, with the silver moon hanging high and the stars shining. Brilliant.

Hou Xibai walked out of the back hall, stretched out under the moonlight, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and complained somewhat.

"No matter what era, these big shots like to have meetings. There are a lot of meetings and small meetings. Nothing can be solved. It's a waste of time!"

Hou Xibai walked under the moonlight and did not return to his meditation room. Instead, he turned left and went to another place.

"Dong dong dong!"

Master Daoxin, who had just returned to the meditation room and had not yet rested, heard a knock on the door and was startled. He stood up and opened the door. He saw Hou Xibai, with a hint of surprise on his face, and was puzzled by his arrival.

Although Master Daoxin didn't know Hou Xibai's intention, he still invited Hou Xibai in. The two sat cross-legged on the futon, facing each other, speechless for a moment.

Master Daoxin had very deep meditation skills and was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He just looked at Hou Xibai with gentle eyes. Waiting for him to speak and explain his purpose.

Hou Xibai even realized the state of constant concentration. There is no difference between entering and leaving concentration, and he does not know whether there are thoughts or no thoughts. His meditation skills are extremely profound, surpassing Master Daoxin.

But Hou Xibai had something to say after all. After the two sat together for a while, Hou Xibai smiled. The treasures were majestic, pure and wonderful. The lotus purified the body. The heart of the glass mirror was clear. All dharmas were clear. All dharmas were not touched. The sound of the Buddha came from the sandalwood mouth. Spit it out, making people feel pure and happy.

"Master Daoxin, this disciple is here to discuss something!"

Master Daoxin nodded and nodded to signal Hou Xibai to continue. He was all ears.

"This disciple was originally a disciple of the Demon Sect's Huajian Sect, and he joined the Zen Dashi Temple in his early years!"

Hou Xibai used a lot of moves as soon as he came up. Even Master Dao Xin couldn't help being shocked. He could hardly sit still. He pinched the seal with his palm and almost used the Bodhidharma hand.

"Are you Hou Xibai, the disciple of that evil disciple?"

The evil disciple mentioned by Master Daoxin is the evil king Shi Zhixuan. At that time, Shi Zhixuan changed his appearance and joined the disciples of Master Jiaxiang and Master Daoxin to listen to the Dharma. He learned the essence of Buddhist martial arts, combined it with the essence of magic, and created the "Seal of Immortality" "Fa", achieved great martial arts, and entered the realm of a great master. Even if the four great masters joined forces to hunt him down, they still couldn't help Shi Zhixuan. It was a great shame for Buddhism to be escaped by him.

"Master Shi is indeed my master in the Demon Sect. He taught me martial arts for a year!"

Hou Xibai did not hide anything and spoke frankly. Although Shi Zhixuan was not satisfactory in many ways, he was still kind to Hou Xibai. He not only erected a tombstone for Hou Xibai's father, but also taught him the martial arts of the Huajian School. There is no apology. Hou Xibai's place, no matter when, Hou Xibai will admit that Shi Zhixuan is his master.

"Then why did you worship at Dashi Temple?"

Seeing Hou Xibai being so frank, Master Daoxin's deep and wise eyes flashed with a look of contemplation. He did not rush to take action, but took his time and asked the reason again.

"To fill my stomach!"

Hou Xibai said with a smile, reaching out and patting his abdomen, very free and easy, freehand and lazy.

Master Daoxin was stunned, not knowing how to express his inner feelings. He had thought of countless reasons, but he never expected that it would be such an outrageous reason.

Although the reason Hou Xibai said was absurd, Master Daoxin had a vague feeling in his heart. What Hou Xibai said was true. He really joined the Zen sect just to have a good meal, and there was no other conspiracy.

"My master, Zen Master Dayin, also knows about this! I have confessed my identity to him a long time ago!"

Master Daoxin's expression became serious, his eyes flashed, his thoughts were rolling, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he was silent for a long time.

"My late-night visit is for the future development of Zen Buddhism!"

Master Daoxin's expression moved slightly, and he regained his composure again. His eyes were extremely deep, and he quietly looked at Hou Xibai, waiting for his next words.

"Zen Buddhism is different from other Buddhist sects. The most obvious characteristic of Zen Buddhism is its emphasis on inner self-realization. This kind of self-realization is exactly the same as Zhuangzi's Zuowang, Xinzhai and Chaoche. This is the same as the teachings from Tianzhu. Originally, Buddhism and other Buddhist schools had different characteristics, and it was a sect born out of Central Plains thought!"

Hou Xibai's mind is pure and dustless. He can't think of a single thought, and he can't have any thoughts. He has completely entered into the emptiness of all dharmas, which are neither born nor destroyed, nor dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. The treasures are solemn, pure and wonderful. Look, the whole body is filled with the faint aura of sandalwood.

Master Daoxin smelled the scent of sandalwood coming from the tip of his nose, his eyes were filled with ripples, and he was extremely shocked. This was the fruit of Bodhi, the golden body of Buddha. In front of him, this Zen disciple who claimed to be a disciple of the Demon Sect had actually attained enlightenment. Awakening, the state is perfect and perfect, he is a living Buddha in the world, a true enlightened person of wisdom.

"What do you mean by this?"

Master Daoxin's Zen heart was shaken, not by Hou Xibai's words, but by Hou Xibai's Dao fruit. For the first time, he took the initiative to ask Hou Xibai his purpose.

"I hope Zen Buddhism will support the Song Dynasty and establish an orthodox dynasty with Han blood!"

"It's no longer time for the Northern and Southern Dynasties in the Central Plains. There is no need for an emperor of Hu people's blood!"

Hou Xibai's words were so straightforward that one could clearly feel the firmness and belief in Hou Xibai's heart. His strong belief even affected Master Daoxin's century-old cultivation and made his heart surge.

"You and Song Que both have the same idea, no wonder you support the Song clan!"

Master Daoxin is also a Han Chinese, and he has no good feelings towards the barbarians. However, Zen does not have such a strong voice in Buddhism now, so he can only advance and retreat together with other sects and choose to support the Li clan.

"When I joined the Demon Sect, I told Master Shi about my ambition!"

"I want the world to be white and the universe to be bright and clear. This Central Plains belongs to the Han people, not to the barbarians!"

Hou Xibai looked solemnly and looked at Master Daoxin with great determination. There was no playful smile in his expression like before. This was the truest thought deep in his heart.

"Whoever wants to stop me is my enemy, even the Demon Sect and Zen Sect are no exception!"

When Hou Xibai said this, his eyes were piercing, and a terrifying aura emitted from his body, covering the entire Zen room. The powerful and terrifying aura was like a turbulent wave, pressing towards Master Daoxin. It was obvious that he was forcing Master Daoxin expressed his stance.

Master Daoxin's centuries-old cultivation exploded with all his strength at this moment. The mellow and profound Qi circulated crazily in his meridians. His spiritual profundity continued to rise, reaching the highest level. He tried his best to resist the oppression of Hou Xibai's momentum.

Master Daoxin is in the state of perfection as a master. He is nearly a hundred years old and has extremely powerful cultivation. Even the great master cannot try to subdue him with his aura. However, in the face of Hou Xibai's coercion and intimidation, he is powerless. His face gradually turns pale, and his inner energy is exhausted. The powerful aura was pressed back into the body, and it became silent and motionless, like a stubborn stone that did not obey orders.

Master Daoxin smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and looked helplessly at Hou Xibai, admitting defeat. This little guy is really domineering. If he wants to persuade me to support the Song clan, he won't negotiate any conditions and just convinces him directly. He has the air of a Buddha who dominates everything in the world.

"Is this how you persuaded me to support the Song clan?"

"Didn't the Huajian sect inherit the teachings of the strategists? They are the most eloquent. How come you are such a weirdo?"

"You are not a qualified lobbyist!"

Hou Xibai put away the strong aura around him, looked like a rogue, sneered, and said nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, the one that catches mice is a good cat!"

"Why waste time on things that can be solved with strength!"

Master Daoxin was speechless for a while when he heard this. Even with his calmness, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and said helplessly.

"You have really convinced me that the living Buddha, the supreme master, is enough to change the world's situation!"

"Wuzun Bixuan was defeated by you, right?!"

Master Daoxin looked at Hou Xibai with a complex expression, and his calm eyes were a little hotter. Although Hou Xibai was born in a demon sect, he was also a disciple of Zen. With such a powerful being, it was enough to make Zen sect flourish and become the mainstream of Buddhism. .

Hou Xibai couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Master Daoxin agreed to his request. With the support of Master Daoxin, it was a huge breakthrough. He was confident enough to instigate rebellion against the other three holy monks.

"Wise choice. The strength of the Song Clan has surpassed that of the Li Clan. Song Que and Master Shi have both stepped into the Grand Masters. Even with the presence of the four great saint monks and Ning Daoqi, it is not enough to resist the three of us joining forces! "

"oh!"

"I didn't expect that evil disciple to actually step into the realm of the Grand Master again. His state of mind is perfect. It's really surprising!"

Master Daoxin's expression was gloomy. For Shi Zhixuan, the evil king of the Demon Sect and a spy of the Buddhist sect, Master Daoxin's senses were very complicated. Shi Zhixuan's understanding and wisdom were definitely the best. When he joined the Buddhist sect, he was deeply loved by Master Daoxin. , regarded him as the successor of the mantle.