Great Sui Guoshi

"The imperial qi rushes to the top of the clouds, and the aura is poured into the veins like a sword."

Whoa!

The light of the sword was like a horse, waving the afterglow of the moon's shadow. Between the flickering lights and darks, Lu Liangsheng's figure descended from top to bottom, his robes were fluttering, and the hazy moonlight in his palm bloomed, like a divine sword descending from the sky.

The air sank and pressed down, stirring up a circle of dust to spread, Li Suian's hair was in a bun and his clothes were shaken by the blowing, and he didn't dare to close his eyes for fear of missing any scene.

hum!

The sword chant stopped lightly, and the moment the sword tip touched the ground, the sound of the "hum" sword chant suddenly became louder, turning into a long chant like a black dragon.

Yueyun's sword body trembled, rushing up to the sky like a long dragon returning to the sky.

"Heavenly Bell God's show is exhausted, Qi draws the sword to slay the dragon, and Changling controls the meridian with ten thousand magic arts..."

With his green shirt unfurled, wide sleeves fluttering, Lu Liangsheng put two fingers together between his foreheads, and struck a sword in the air, creating two, two into four, four into eight... densely packed sword shadows stood in the air.

Pulled by countless silk threads, they fell all over the sky and were nailed around the scholar in front.

"One sword soars into the sky, the heavenly sword soars to the sky, ten thousand dharmas lead to spiritual consciousness, and the mind wanders freely, even if the divine sword falls into the mortal world."

The hair was still, hanging down on the shoulders, the green robe stopped being caressed, the magic swords all over the ground dissipated, and turned into a hazy moon and stood beside Lu Liangsheng. After his breath stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked at the young man over there.

"Can you remember this formula?"

Li Suian stood there in a daze. After watching all this, he nodded subconsciously, rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

Lu Liangsheng caught him and shook his head.

"With no foundation and a young man, such aura and sword energy are really unbearable."

In the moonlight, he jumped up, climbed up to the second floor, sent the boy back to his room and put him on the bed, then opened the door, went back to his own room, Hong Lianwu chanted the lyrics silently with his long sleeves, and saw the scholar When he came back, his cheeks were slightly dimpled, and he saluted lightly.

On the small table in front of the window, Taoist Toad was carrying his bibs on his back, looking at the clear moon outside the window, and slowly turned around.

"I listen to your formulas as a teacher, and the art of controlling swords, why is it only up to Wanjian?"

Lu Liangsheng handed Yue Yu to Hong Lian and put it back on the bookshelf. He took off his blue shirt and lay down on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and blinked his eyes.

"Master... how long have I only learned it, and I don't know how to do the free and unrestrained spirit and the divine sword art."

After speaking, he sat up again, went to the window, picked up the master, put him on the bed, and moved out of the window, introducing a rough log into the room.

In the light of the shaking oil lamp, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stool, took out a small knife and slowly cut the rough wood, the sawdust fell to his feet, Taoist Toad straightened his short legs and leaned against the wooden pillow, watching the disciple's back.

"Just like your father... I want to eat frogs for my teacher, so you can help me catch some during the day."

Soon, the east gradually became brighter, and in the chicken coop, the rooster poked out its neck and let out a loud and clear crow.

Oh... oh oh oh...

The morning light shone through the window lattice, Li Suian woke up in a daze, rubbed his astringent eyes, suddenly remembered what happened last night, sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt, and ran out of the room quickly.

"gentlemen!"

Standing outside Mr. Lu's door and shouting twice, seeing no one answered, he creaked the door and pushed the door open with light hands. The inside was empty, the bedding was neatly folded, and there was no one there.

Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng .....

The boy turned around and ran down the wooden steps, looked at the aunt behind the counter who was doing the accounting, and asked, "Auntie, where is that gentleman from yesterday?"

The woman looked up at him and continued to write down the bill.

"Just left at dawn."

Then, he bent down, took out something, and put it on the counter, "That Mr. Lu left it for you."

On the counter, it was a wooden sword lying there quietly.

Li Suian hurriedly took it in his hand, and quickly ran out of the inn, and came to the dirt road in the countryside. The sun was shining brightly, and there were only travelers and farmers passing by at the end of the road.

"gentlemen!"

Holding the wooden sword, the young man ran a few steps, stood in the light and shouted into the distance.

"Master—"

The immature voice echoed in the sunshine, far away on the official road of Huaiyi Prefecture, the birds flew across the treetops, and then flew away in shock.

"Lu Liangsheng! You villain..."

In the small cubicle, Toad Dao, who was wearing a small floral shirt, had bulging cheeks, and his bean-sized toad eyes stared at a coiled toad in front of him.

"The teacher wants a frog, not a toad!!!"

Quack~

On the opposite side, the pimple-covered toad blinked and screamed at him.

The sleepy old donkey hummed like a jeer, stuck out his tongue and rolled over the grass on the ground, kicked his hooves, and followed behind Lu Liangsheng.

Hong Lian wove a corolla and put it on her head, with red sleeves dancing.

The scholar turned his head, heard the master's yell, and saw everything around him, with a smile on his lips.

Noisy and noisy, go to Yingshi Mountain.

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Once in the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Fajing stood at the foot of the Wanfo Temple Mountain and bowed to the Buddha.

"My Buddha... is merciful..."

On the Lying Buddha Mountain, the morning bell echoes far away.

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The sound of the bell is strong and powerful, loud and long, and it lingers for a long time before it echoes to the mountains. Immersed in this morning bell, groups of pilgrims come and go on the bluestone slabs in the mountains with their thoughts or sorrows or smiles. The gazebo where you stop to rest on the mountainside sets up stalls and puts incense candles and paper money for the pilgrims who come and go to buy.

Monk Fajing led eight children through the bustling and noisy foot of the mountain, and the passing pilgrims stepped aside one after another. Not only because of his status as a monk, but also because of Fajing's body shape, no one was willing to face him.

"Great monk, how were those Buddhas carved?"

Walking through the iron chain in the mountain stream, the boy with two-colored eyes pointed to the cliff under the opposite temple. There are countless potholes on the cliff. In the cave, you can see the stone statues of Buddha. Some of them are old and their faces are blurred. The facial features are clearly visible.

"Naturally, skilled craftsmen, craftsmen descend the cliff to carve."

Walking across one end of the chain bridge, the fat monk stretched out his hand to hold down the swaying chain, telling the timid children in the middle to come over quickly before continuing to the temple ahead.

Clouds and smoke curl up in the Buddhist temple, stepping into the gate of the temple, the flames of the giant cauldron rise, and countless ashes are floating around.

"I met Senior Brother Fajing."

"No, thank you, my master, can you go out?"

"not yet."

After listening, Fajing vertical seal nodded, and led the eight children behind him around the tripod, separated from the Maitreya Hall with many pilgrims, and turned to the inner courtyard of the temple.

"That's where the bell was ringing just now?"

Among the children, there was also a bold young man who pointed to the bell tower and said, Fajing just smiled and did not deny it. He walked into the back of the main hall, the courtyard where monks usually live, and the monks who came and went paid respects to him one by one.

After Fajing passed by, we gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

"That is Senior Brother Fajing who practiced from the temple?" "With such a huge body, can you eat a lot?"

"I heard...chanting scriptures is not good...but very Buddha-nature."

"...if only I could practice away from the temple." "Hehe...then you must have the cultivation level of your senior brother."

Fajing didn't care about the whispered discussions behind her, and from time to time called out to the curious children beside her. Just as she was about to go to the place where the master retreated, a Buddha's chant came from a side meditation room.

"All the Buddhas are as free as the heavens..."

Like a spring breeze sweeping away the dust from the bodies of the eight teenagers, Fajing Shuyin bowed to the meditation room.

"Fajing has met Master Zhenkong."

squeak.....

The Zen door opened silently, and in the eyes of all the children, they could see an old monk with white beard and eyebrows sitting cross-legged on a futon under the huge word "Buddha". Give a salute.

"Fajing, where did you get your evil spirit from?"

"Demon?"

Fajing raised her head and was stunned for a moment, then looked at her left and right shoulders and chest. Even with Fajing's eyes open, she didn't see any demonic aura attached to her.

After thinking about it in my heart, the master's Buddhism is profound, and if he said there is, then it must be.

Immediately, shaking his head.

"Fajing doesn't know."

The old monk touched Fajing's robe with his hand, then withdrew it, said the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before speaking.

"You go."

"Yes, Master."

The fat monk took the children away, and the monastery quieted down. Soon, the old monk Zhenkong opened his eyes, the eyes were no longer cloudy, turned around and walked into the monastery room, took the nine-ringed tin stick and a monk's robe from the corner, and strode out In the temple, walk through the iron chain of the mountain stream, pass through the bustling pilgrims, and walk to the foot of the mountain.

Basking in the sun, the sound of bells came from afar from the mountain temple behind.

"Taoist Zixing, long time no see."

He looked at the road in the distance and said softly.

....

"yawn--"

In the cubicle, Taoist Toad, who woke up, pushed open the small door and couldn't help but sneezed.

"Who is scolding this old man behind his back..."

"Master, are you awake?"

The sun shines into a bamboo forest, and falls mottled on the back of the crawling old donkey. Lu Liangsheng breaks off a dead branch and throws it into the fire, stirring the boiling rice porridge in the pot.

"The meal is almost ready, but there is no frog."

"Humph."

As soon as the frog was mentioned, Taoist Toad turned his head away with a snort, but later he went to sit in front of the fire, spread out the small axis of the map, tapped it with the round-headed frog web, and gestured:

"Our master and apprentice are now near Yingshi Mountain, and the Praying Fire Cult is in the mountain. The Holy Fire Master mentioned by the dead ghost should be the generation who has stolen the teacher's magic weapon and classics."

Not far away, Hong Lian picked a few mushrooms and squatted aside with her knees hugged, looking at the name of the mountain above.

"What about Master Toad? That man is called Shenghuo Mingzun. He sounds very powerful from his name. Can he beat him?"

snort!

Taoist Toad slapped the map, as if angry, walked away with his flippers on his back, and looked at the swaying bamboo leaves.

"It's just a shameless person, and it's still Mingzun... What a majestic old man was back then, and a sea of ​​people from many sects besieged the old man. Liang Sheng also knew it. The scene was set off, and the old man had never seen such a famous name! Stealing the old man, Still using this kind of name, Bi Qimian!"

puff puff...

The small pot boiled, and the rice porridge boiled. Lu Liangsheng scooped up a small bowl of gruel and blew on the heat, and said with a smile, "Master, didn't you say that there are dozens of sects last time?"

"Huh?!" Toad turned his face.

Lu Liangsheng smiled and handed over the porridge bowl, and took a pair of small chopsticks.

"Okay, I misremembered, come, master, eat, this is the millet from home, and there are some red beans left, cook together, it is very fragrant."

Toad leaned his upper body towards the mouth of the bowl, smelled the fragrance, and then sat down with the bowl in his arms.

"Did you leave the condiments brought out for the teacher?"

As he said, he took a bite and smacked his lips: "Put some more fragrant beans, it will be more fragrant than this. Forget it, I will cook for the teacher next time. In terms of food, I am an expert, you all know it."

Hong Lian rolled her eyes, scooped up a bowl, and sucked it up gently.

One person and one toad squatted around the map with a bowl in their hands. After eating breakfast, Taoist Toad used a magic search technique and found a place where more than ten ascetics gathered. It was at least 50 kilometers away from the bamboo forest here. , but Lu Liangsheng can be sure that it is the residence of the Fire Praying Cult.

"Among them is a monk who is in the Golden Core Realm, and there is no one with a higher cultivation level?"