I have a role in the heavens

Many people have discovered that in order to go further on the long road of spiritual practice, the practitioner's own ambition, courage, luck, and opportunities are indispensable, and the so-called courage is often an extremely firm pride and self-confidence.

Liu Bai, the swordsman who practiced quietly in the ancient pavilion and realized the supreme swordsmanship, was recognized as the most powerful person in the world. Naturally, he was also extremely proud and confident. His pride and confidence even went beyond the realm of firmness and seemed to have no reason. .

Deep in the black-and-white ancient pavilion, there is a hint of skylight falling, covering a tiny green pool and a thatched cottage. It turns out that from the room up to the top of the mountain, there is actually a large hole eroded by the years.

At this time, the sun has moved away, and the cave is quiet and quiet. A man with long hair and a shawl is sitting under the sky. You can't feel how powerful the aura is on this man. However, if anyone dares to look directly at his figure, after a while, his eyes will feel stinging and may even shed tears. blindness.

Because the man's disheveled hair, the belt around his waist, and the drooping clothes, including his eyes and back, all reveal the edge of the sword. This man himself is a sword, a divine sword that spans heaven and earth.

"Go to Chang'an City and see what kind of person Ning Que is. Back then, when he didn't know how to practice, he was able to kill my Jiange disciples. How far will he progress as a Confucius student now?"

"The weakest academy walk in history? I don't believe this. And as long as you are an academy walk, even the weakest in history is enough to polish your spirit."

A young man was kneeling in front of the thatched house. This man was slender, kneeling on his knees, with his back straight like a sharp sword. Hearing the voice of the sword master Liu Bai beside the pool, which was like gold and iron, his face was slightly pale and he forced The calm and turbulent sea of ​​consciousness said in confusion.

"But he is in the academy now."

"You don't have to worry that the academy will stop you from challenging him. Since the heirs of the academy are going to join the world, they must be prepared to be challenged constantly. That's how Mr. Ke fought his way here back then. Who has Ning Que to make an exception now?"

In the small courtyard, the environment was quiet. Zhao Wuhao felt the fire-like aura from the back mountain. Since the master had come back, it was time for him to go out for some travel. Since he entered the academy, he never left again. Near Chang'an City, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. Now is the time.

He did what he thought of. Without telling anyone, Zhao Wuhao took a step forward and disappeared into the academy, heading for the extreme northern wilderness.

The expression of a burly old man in the back mountain changed slightly, and the breath like the bright sun left, and he went to no one knows where.

Li Manman seemed to notice something strange about the old man. He looked at the old man with gentle eyes and said softly with a bit of curiosity.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"He left the academy!"

A flash of understanding flashed in Li Manman's eyes. There was only one person in the entire Tang Dynasty who could be so valued by the Master, and that was the young tutor who always held a red plum paper umbrella.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know either!"

"I thought you knew everything, teacher!"

"How can there be anyone in the world who knows everything!"

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There is a large blue lake to the south at the foot of Tianqi Mountain. It is the Hulan Sea that is regarded as a holy place by the prairie barbarians. At this time, there is thin ice floating on the lake. The men of the prairie tribes who have lived by the lake for generations are taking advantage of the incomplete ice surface. Salvage some kind of aquatic plants in the lake before sealing it.

Wherever there are grassland barbarians, there are often caravans from the Central Plains. However, after all, it is the coldest winter at this time, and the war between the grassland and the Central Plains Allied Forces has just ended, so it still seems strange that a Central Plains caravan appears on the shores of the Hulan Sea. It was a bit strange, but these merchants were extravagant and paid the deposit for the fur goods at the end of next summer, so the tribal leader acquiesced to their existence and even set up a camp for them.

People from the Central Plains caravan were making a fire to cook by the lake. Dozens of people were sitting around the fire. Taking advantage of the rare clear weather, they did not enter the tent to avoid the cold. Looking at the movements of everyone, it was vaguely headed by one of the businessmen.

The rather wealthy businessman was gnawing on the greasy leg of lamb, complaining from time to time. It was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the hospitality of the prairie people. Next to him was a burly middle-aged man wearing a felt hat, who was probably a steward or a guard. , whispered a few words of persuasion, but instead got a lecture.

Suddenly, countless wispy white clouds suddenly appeared in the clear blue sky, as if an invisible giant hand had torn the blue canvas directly, and the white paint behind it seeped out.

The grassland barbarians and the Central Plains merchants noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky at the same time, and looked up in surprise. The leading businessman yelled a few curses, and the burly middle-aged guard with a respectful demeanor squinted at the clouds in the sky, his expression gradually becoming serious.

I don't know why, but looking at the middle-aged man's solemn expression, the wealthy businessman became stern. He no longer dared to scold him, lowered his head to hide the awe in his eyes, and asked a few words in a low voice.

The burly middle-aged man quietly looked at the white clouds in the sky, feeling the fluctuations of heaven and earth coming from the foothills of the far north. A very complicated expression appeared on his face, which was covered by the shadow of his felt hat. His expression was one of nostalgia, but mixed with some very slight regret and sentimentality, and he said solemnly.

"The door is open!"

Thousands of hectares of water in Daming Lake have been drained away, leaving only rocks on the ground, which looks extremely desolate and makes people feel heart-stopping.

Zhao Wuhao found the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. The surrounding rocks formed an earth-shattering formation. However, the power of this formation was weak and it was already ruined. There were still sword marks on the rocks, and among the sword marks There is a faint and shocking edge, which is the awe-inspiring sword intention left by Ke Haoran back then. It was these sword marks that destroyed the shocking formation of the Demon Sect. One person and one sword destroyed the huge Demon Sect and caused it to decline.

In front of Zhao Wuhao stands a large stone door. This stone door is so huge that when looking up from below, it looks like a small mountain. Chang'an, the most powerful city in the world, does not have such a majestic and huge stone gate. This is the mountain gate of the Demon Sect.

The opening of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate is very simple. There is no need to recite any spells, and there are no ingenious and terrifying mechanisms. When Zhao Wuhao's right hand gently touched the stone door, the rough touch came, and there was a soft pop, and countless dust accumulated over the years was heard. It splashed out from the cracks in the stone door, and then the stone door slowly opened.

The Demon Sect Mountain Gate is located among the majestic snow peaks beside Daming Lake. The belly of the snow peak has been completely hollowed out, forming a huge space. This space is so large that it is completely unimaginable. It is unknown how deep it is and how high it is. It is extremely majestic and broad. This is a world that only Haotian has the power to open up.

Clear light shines from nowhere, and countless thick and huge stone beams lie across the space. These stone beams are covered with marks of knife and axe, regular and clear, and very wide, enough for four carriages to run parallel.

Thick stone beams gathered in the middle like a spider web. The center of the gathering was a stone flat. On the flat, a palace could be seen in the distance. The palace was majestic and majestic. This palace was more majestic and huge than any other building in the world. The majestic, solemn, solemn, grand and sacred feeling of people is extremely shocking.

It is also an unknown place in the legend. The mountain behind the academy only gives people a sense of closeness and warmth, while the Demon Sect Mountain Gate gives people a feeling of being indifferent and above the world.

The mountain wind roared from outside the terrace, causing ashes to fly up and down from the temple. There are countless bones piled outside the hall. When the Demon Sect was destroyed, I don’t know what kind of brutal battle it went through. There are so many skeletons just on the outside. Those sharp cuts and scattered bones scattered around can also prove that Some of the cruelty of the past.

Zhao Wuhao walked through the pile of bones and came to the stone steps near the main hall, where he found several complete corpses. These corpses were still holding on to their weapons and never let go until they died.

Zhao Wuhao glanced at these corpses and felt an unparalleled edge from their bones. It was Ke Haoran's sword intent, which made him nod secretly.

Pushing open the door of the palace, a huge stone tablet as big as a mountain came into view. This stone tablet seemed to be polished from a whole piece of rock, and its surface was extremely smooth.

"Stele without words!"

The Great Priest of Guangming who betrayed Haotian and founded the Demon Sect once said that those who know me and sin against me are the only ones with light ears. Therefore, when he died, he asked not to leave a word on the monument and let the world comment. , buried under this stone monument is this great priest of light.

Zhao Wuhao's gaze lingered on the wordless stele for a moment, and he unexpectedly found a line of text. The words on the stele were painted with silver hooks and iron, vigorous and powerful, with the sharp aura left by the tip of the sword, looking arrogant and arrogant.

"Academy Ke Haoran Demon Slayer Sect is here!"

At the end of the passage to the main hall of the Demon Sect is a very ordinary room. In the center of the room is a mountain of bones, making the originally spacious room look extremely crowded and narrow.

"Ke Haoran is so murderous, no wonder many people are talking about it with disgrace!"

After that, Zhao Wuhao walked to the White Bone Mountain and saw a figure. This person was very old. He was so old that his hair had already fallen out and his teeth had fallen out. Only two extremely long white eyebrows were hanging down, almost hanging down. In front of his withered chest, this man was wearing an extremely old monk's robe. The monk's robe was already in tatters and barely covered his withered body. He was very thin, skinny and skinny, with a thin layer of skin covering the rugged bones, as if there was no flesh and blood between them, and they were stuck together. His deep-set eye sockets looked like The two black holes are extremely terrifying, but there are compassionate and gentle eyes in such terrifying eye sockets, just like the Buddha sympathizing with the world.

This old monk doesn't look much different from the bones around him. If it weren't for the thin dry skin covering his bones, almost no one would regard him as a living person, so he sits on the Mountain of White Bones. In the pile, it is difficult to be found.

Two very thin iron chains passed through the old monk's shriveled abdomen, and the other end was nailed to the hard wall behind him. There was a layer of dark blood on the iron chains and the monk's clothes, which had long dried up, like rust. It seems to be saying that this old monk has long since decayed.

This picture is very strange and eerie, with a mountain of bones and corpses, a shriveled old monk, and an iron chain piercing his abdomen. It looks like a ghost and is very scary. This is a scene that only appears in ghost stories.

"Liansheng Thirty-Two?!"

Zhao Wuhao tilted his head, his eyes were very calm, and he was not moved by the scene in front of him at all. He looked at everything with great interest, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was very amused by this.

"Who are you?"

The old monk looked very surprised when he heard the sound. He didn't notice anyone coming. He slowly raised his head, and the iron chain passing through his abdomen jingled. It was probably due to the pain in his body, and his skinny and ghostly face showed signs of There was a hint of pain, and the eyes in his eyes were gentle and gentle, staring at Zhao Wuhao's face.

"Me, I'm a teacher!"

Zhao Wuhao introduced himself, seeming to think that this was a bit inaccurate, and added another explanation.

"Teacher of the academy!"

"Are you the academy walker of this generation?"

The loose skin on Liansheng Thirty-Two's face was like wrinkled paper. With a hint of curiosity, he asked Zhao Wuhao.

"I'm not. I'm just making a living in the academy. After all, it's hard to find a job these days. Fortunately, I know some craftsmanship and can rely on my craftsmanship to make a living."

"As for this generation's Academy Walk, they have just broken through the Dongxuan Realm, and they haven't caught your eye yet, so I won't talk about it!"

"It's rare that anyone still remembers my name, Liansheng Thirty-Two!"

The old monk raised his twig-like arms. The monk's clothes on the arms were ragged, and his fingers were slightly open, forming a handprint. Under the skin of the ten fingers, the joints were horribly visible, like a pair of bone hands protruding from the underworld. However, the bone hands The handprints created exude a warm and peaceful atmosphere, as compassionate as two white lotuses descending from the sky.

The aura in the Bone Hand White Lotus handprint was extremely powerful and pure, but it had no lethality at all. As the aura gradually released, the surface of the white bones and corpses around the old monk suddenly developed a layer of extremely warm and translucent luster, as if they were about to come to life.

Zhao Wuhao stared at the two skeletal hands in front of the old monk's abdomen, feeling the aura, and secretly admired the unfathomable level of strength displayed by the old monk. With the white lotus-like handprint, he suddenly remembered a sentence and said quietly.

"There is a lotus in the west that falls gracefully into the world. It has thirty-two petals. Each petal is different, and each one is a world."

To the east of the Xiling Divine Kingdom, there is a large round stone pillar near the sea to resist the dangerous waves of the sea. After the stone pillar is the Song Dynasty. Perhaps because it is accustomed to sea rain and wind, this small and inconspicuous country has contributed countless great things to the world. Many of the priests in the temple are from the Song Dynasty. The Guangming Priest who was imprisoned for many years is also from the Song Dynasty, and Liansheng Thirty-Two is also from the Song Dynasty.

When he was young, Liansheng studied and passed the examination, and then he was awarded the title of official in the middle school and married a wife. However, before he had children, his deeply affectionate wife died of illness. After the death of his wife, Lotus grew up in a thatched hut near a tomb in the suburbs. She became sad and withered, and she didn't show her happy face in three months.

One night outside the thatched cottage, there was a storm. Liansheng walked into the wind and rain. He meditated in the middle of the night. He put on wet clothes and came back. He picked up a pen and wrote a mourning poem for his wife. Then he threw the ink pen into the new grass in front of the grave. Three laughs drifted away.

For more than a year after that, Liansheng visited the mountains to explore the secluded areas and pay homage to many practicing sects. At that time, the article about worshiping his wife was spread to the world, which caused countless tears. His reputation was already obvious, and the sects treated him with courtesy, but refused to treat him. Talking about spiritual practice.

In the autumn of the next year, Liansheng traveled to Washan Mountain and took shelter in Lanke Temple when it rained. That night while lying quietly in the back hall, he accidentally listened to an old monk talking about Buddhist stories. After pondering for a day and night, he walked back to the main entrance of Lanke Temple and rang the bell. It's difficult to argue.

This debate lasted for thirty-two days. Liansheng uttered wonderful words like lotus flowers blooming among the flowing clouds in the mountains. During the conversation, there were faint calls of divine birds among the green trees on the cliff, attracting countless celebrities in the world. The scribes looked at each other.

The Lanke Temple Debate has since become another major event after the Bon Festival, and the name of Master Liansheng has also begun to spread in the world.

On the last day, the former headmaster of the Xiling Temple, Haotian, came from Taoshan and in front of thousands of people, personally invited Liansheng to the temple as a guest. Unexpectedly, Liansheng declined with a smile, and then in front of the secluded elder of Washan Lanke Temple, he gently touched the top of his head with his hands. The pieces of black hair gradually fell like black lotus, and the Buddha's heart gradually became firmer.

When the leaves fell in autumn, Liansheng left Lanke Temple in Washan Mountain, crossed the river to Mochi, passed through the wild forest and entered the Moon Lun, and then disappeared into the vast wilderness in the northwest of the Moon Lun Kingdom. No one knows where he went.

A few years later, a monk returned from the wilderness and walked among the green mountains and green waters of the palaces and homes of the kings and nobles. He talked about cause and effect and opportunities with the princes, nobles and people in the streets. He was highly respected in the world for his exquisite Buddhist teachings and unimpeded virtue.

There is no longer Master Liansheng in the world, but there is an additional Master Liansheng.

At that time, the Demon Sect was very powerful, and its infiltration into the Central Plains countries was as hard to stop as night. Among them, the two Demon Sect elders were the most mysterious. They secretly instigated the relationship between various sects in various countries, and caused countless tragic and bloody disasters. However, no one knew where these two Demon Sect elders were hiding.

In the spring of that year, Master Liansheng was invited by Master Haotian of Xiling to give lectures in the temple. During the dinner, the vice-president of the Tianyu Academy expressed contempt and dissatisfaction in his words. Master Liansheng walked up to the vice-president’s table in front of the headmaster and many powerful people in the temple, and then violently killed him - this The vice president of Mingtianyuyuan is one of the two Demon Sect elders.

The headmaster of the Haotian Dao Sect invited Master Liansheng to enter the temple again. This time he was no longer a guest, but invited him to take up the post of Judgment Priest that had been vacant for several years. Master Liansheng said that the time had not come yet and declined again. .

Master Liansheng floated down Taoshan and went to Washan - he had attained enlightenment in Washan, and now that he had returned from the world, he stayed at Lanke Temple to practice Qing Dynasty. He saw no outsiders for two years and was gradually forgotten by the world.

One day, a high-ranking sweeper monk in Lanke Temple suddenly died suddenly. The whole temple was shocked. Master Liansheng walked out of the wing and admitted that he had killed the sweeper monk-this sweeper monk turned out to be another monk. Master Liansheng, the elder of the Demon Sect hidden in the Central Plains, lived in seclusion in Washan for two years just to investigate this matter.

So far, the two most mysterious elders of the Demon Sect, Fengyun, who were hidden in the Central Plains, all died. Then many of the Demon Sect's sinister and bloody secret plans were exposed, and the name of Master Liansheng resounded throughout the world.

The White Pagoda Temple of Yuelun Kingdom and the Lanke Temple of Washan Mountain were grateful for his virtues and respected him as the protector of the Buddhist sect.

The Xiling Temple appreciated his achievements, invited him to read the six volumes of the Heavenly Book, and then named him the Great Priest of Judgment.

Master Liansheng became the first Buddhist disciple in history to serve as the high priest of Xiling Temple.

A few years later, a massacre occurred in Lanke Temple, and the chief minister of the temple's Adjudication Department was involved. Master Liansheng was injured and died, and he was willing to accept the responsibility. He ignored Taoshan's efforts to retain his position as the great priest, drifted away, and disappeared into hiding. trace.

But no one knows that this Master Liansheng was born in the Demon Sect, became a Buddhist sect, served as a guardian of the mountain gate, and then mixed into the temple, becoming one of the three major divine thrones. He has amazing talents, profound Buddhist teachings, and has practiced three The sect, Tao, demons, and Buddhas all gathered together, and they can be said to be the proud sons of heaven.