The Great Tao Chronicle

In the middle of Liangzhou, a thousand years ago, there was no one inhabited, and it was a bad land full of miasma. Now it is a fertile plain with fertile fields for thousands of miles.

There are stone roads extending in all directions between the plains, and there are many rivers flowing from the mountains for irrigation.

Many of the towns and villages are thriving.

On the edge of the plain, outside the mountains and forests, some martial arts practitioners who were driving the beasts into the mountains suddenly raised their heads.

I saw that above the sky, a black shadow pulled out a long airflow and flew quickly past.

Then, the sound of sonic booms that sounded like thunder.

"That's... Polar Frost Flood Dragon? Gorefiend, An Qisheng."

"Gore Demon!"

"For more than a month, he has traveled across the mountains on a flood dragon and drove back most of the beast hordes. It seems that his actions are not what the legends say..."

The crowd looked up at the sky, some envied, some sighed, and so on.

In any case, the most powerful person in the world today must be this nearly 100-year-old Taoist priest.

Huhu~

Between the clouds, An Qisheng crossed his knees above his head, overlooking the vast plain above the earth, and could not help but sigh:

"With this foundation, it's no wonder that Huangjue Temple has survived for thousands of years..."

Liangzhou is one of the largest states in Dafeng, with a radius of 3,000 miles. It was originally a dangerous place that could not be cultivated.

A Huangjue Temple opened up almost one-third of Liangzhou, which is no less than the achievement of opening borders and expanding territories for any dynasty, and the court is naturally friendly.

You must know that Dafeng is less than 70,000 miles in radius (slightly smaller than Earth King), and the smaller states are not even a thousand miles in radius. The land opened by Huangjue Temple is enough to have a state.

Compared with the size of the two Fusang kingdoms of Xuanxing.

With such a feat, how could the successive dynasties not be close to each other?

And the land is so large that it is rented to refugees and refugees with extremely low land rent, and how many people are alive?

This move is more popular.

In addition, it has a long heritage and many masters. It not only accepts masters, but also accepts lay disciples, and has the widest network of contacts.

The combination of the three has just created the status of Huangjue Temple that has been enduring for thousands of years.

"There are few wars and chaos around the mountains of Liangzhou, with the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, and even fewer bandits and bandits. Although these monks are not pure-hearted, they do not oppress more, and they are more clear than the imperial court.

No wonder Huangjue Temple is so famous..."

An Qisheng sighed.

I admired the old monk who opened up Huangjue Temple.

For thousands of years, the inheritance of the soldier master has been cut off, but the inheritance he left behind is still in full swing. Is it a simple matter?

Involuntarily, his mind also moved.

If you open up a school yourself, how does it compare to that old monk?

woohoo~~~

The airflow whizzed past, and in the whistling airflow like a steel knife, An Qisheng meditated on himself.

With this Han Jiao walking, not to mention the speed, but it gave him more time to practice.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and all kinds of martial arts essences flashed in his heart.

After the Qi meridian is completed, there is actually no difference until the divine meridian.

He had already achieved this when he created the "Spirit" or "Spirit" in his martial arts when he created the "Nantianmen" style of "Sanshou".

That is to say, when he entered the Qi channel, he was already at the peak.

After summarizing the 'Xianxiantai', it is possible to cast a divine vein at any time, if it can cast a magical weapon.

"Unfortunately, the magic weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King is not suitable for..."

An Qisheng held two utensils in his hands.

One is a string of relic beads, which have a strong meaning of turning the wheel, and the other is a wrench.

This crimson red finger is the magic weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King, among which is the breath of the Great Sun God Gang.

Magic weapons are not created at will.

The so-called **** is not a virtual finger, it refers to the "god" of human beings. To cast a magical weapon, it is necessary to blend it with spirituality and combine it with gods.

In this way, he slowly absorbs the masculinity of thunder and washes the essence of 'God'.

Although he has also practiced the Wheel Wheel Method and the Great Sun God Gang, it is not suitable for him to use it as his magic weapon.

And these two materials are too scarce.

What he wanted must be a thick and long spear, a wrench, and a Buddhist bead, which really didn't interest him.

"Divine Soldier, Divine Soldier..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself slightly.

He promised Fuxin to go to Huangjue Temple, but in addition to the wrestling that made him a little interested, he also wanted to see if there was any spiritual material he needed in the Huangjue Temple, which opened up many mountains and preserved many rare and rare irons.

Even if he doesn't follow the way of Taiyin and Promise, divine weapons are also indispensable, and he is also very interested in the legendary portal of heaven and man.

huh~

In the turbulent air, he closed his eyes slightly, and while carrying his true energy, he fell into a dream of himself.

His qi network is too complicated, and 99% of the martial arts in the world are not enough to exert his full strength.

Whether it is sanshou, horizontal training, qigong, qinggong, or wheel-turning, all need to be re-examined and evolved.

To practice martial arts, it is never to make oneself closer to martial arts, but to make martial arts more suitable for oneself.

With a dream and a mind, An Qisheng has enough confidence.

Even if he re-deduces a more complete system on the basis of many martial arts in this world, he still has enough patience.

Just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, how can he match the great fortune of his entering the dream world.

........

Huangjue Temple.

Liangzhou, the first sect of Dafeng.

Together with Zhuanlun Temple and the Six Prison Demon Sect, he became the leader of the three realms of righteousness, demons and evil.

Compared with the extreme Shenzong, Baiyue Mountain Villa, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen, Wanjian Mountain Villa and other major sects are stronger than the first line, than the Beggar Gang, Twelve Links, Tangmen, Shendaotang and other sects are even stronger Too much.

Huangjue Temple is located in the Qianli Plain. It was originally a high mountain and was excavated for many years.

This temple occupies a huge area, and there are not many temples on the floor. The little monks who go to each hall to light incense every morning even have to use a flooded horse to run over.

It can be said to be grand to the extreme.

At this time, the sky will be bright, and on a straight road, the two men and two donkeys are coming.

"Thousands of years of accumulation, if not my Dragon Elephant Temple can be compared."

Looking at the magnificent temple in the distance, I can't help but sigh.

The accumulation of more than a thousand years as the leader of the righteous path is unimaginable for ordinary people. On this land, before Dafeng, the dynasties have changed five times, and the once powerful dynasties have disappeared.

The Huangjue Temple still exists.

Even the luck is at its peak.

"It's like a country within a country."

There was also a hint of surprise on Huiguo's face.

"There is no mistake in saying this, any major sect is like a country within a country, and it is no wonder that the Dafeng court wants to take over the swordsmen from all over the world. Many people will inevitably gather..."

After speaking for a while, Fu Xin shook her head and stopped:

"There is no need to say these words. The relationship between Huangjue Temple and my sect is not bad, and there is more kindness."

Huiguo nodded.

The Daewoo gun owner seven hundred years ago is said to be a lay disciple of Huangjue Temple. He said that Huangjue Temple is kind to them, but it is not false.

"Let's go and meet Master Yixiu."

Fu Xin said softly.

One teacher and one apprentice urged the donkey to move forward, and walked towards the Huangjue Temple in a hurry.

As we got closer, I felt more and more the solemnity and grandeur of Huangjue Temple.

At this time, the sky was just getting brighter.

When the two arrived, the central door of Huangjue Temple opened immediately, and many monks filed out, descending a hundred meters from both sides of the steps.

"I don't know if the abbot of the Dragon Elephant Temple is coming, and there are some who are welcome and some who are welcome."

In the middle gate, before the person arrived, Hong Zhong's voice had broken the silence, and it had spread for thousands of miles, revealing the deep inner strength of the person.

The two masters and apprentices came with donkeys, and several burly and tall monks walked out of the middle gate.

"It turned out to be Master Sanyin."

Fu Xin saluted slightly.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Those few great monks swung their bodies together and had already descended hundreds of steps. The leader of the great monks returned the salute after hearing the words:

"How can you be called a master in front of you?"

"Your letter, the abbot has already known, please go in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Sanyin smiled slightly and waved his arms.

"This time it's troublesome."

Fuxin smiled back.

Then, the master and the apprentice, surrounded by a group of monks, entered the Huangjue Temple with the great monks.

The trees in Huangjue Temple are towering, and the air is full of burning incense. From time to time, you can hear chanting scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.

The people who practice martial arts are not slow, not long after, they have already walked ten miles away. At this time, their sight suddenly widens, but they are already in front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

The place was extremely empty, and at this time, thousands of powerful monks were punching and shouting under the leadership of a skinny old monk.

The entire Yanwuchang here is a piece of blue steel rock that has been beaten by wind and rain for thousands of years.

Qinggangyan is known for being hard and heavy, but at this time it left deep footprints one by one.

Not far away, a large bell hangs high on the stone platform. The skirt of the bell is engraved with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun and moon. There are countless inscriptions hidden on the wall of the bell, which seem to be Buddhist scriptures. It's martial arts secrets.

This big bell is very big, bigger than the house, the whole body is golden, like pouring gold and copper, it is full of desolation and thick.

But it was the Emperor Jue Bell.

"Amitabha."

When everyone came here, they didn't have time to look at it, but heard a low-pitched Buddha's name flowing out from the hall.

An old monk with a short stature, thin and old, and even his eyebrows were white, strayed down.

Come to the square.

"I've been waiting to see the abbot!"

Except for the many monks who were performing martial arts, all the other monks bowed down.

"I am troubled by trivial matters and have not been able to meet them far away. I hope my brother will forgive you."

The old monk saluted slightly.

"Uninvited, what's the crime?"

Fu Xin shook her head.

Longxiangfa Temple has a deep relationship with Huangjue Temple. Although he is a goddess, he does not dare to accept the salute of Sankong easily.

"But I don't know if Master Yixiu can go out?"

Fu Xin asked again.

Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple. According to legend, he has lived nearly 300 years of life, which is longer than that of Dafeng.

The two hundred years of Huangjue Temple's two hundred years of peace in the land of Liangzhou were also won by him and Dafeng Taizu.

"The Patriarch is in seclusion in order to respond to the battle with that Pang Wanyang. The Senior Brother asked for it, and the Junior Brother agreed."

Three blank eyebrows moved slightly and answered.

"Master really wants to fight Pang Wanyang?"

A dignified look appeared on Fu Xin's face.

He is also a divine vein, and he knows exactly what this means.

Has Pang Wanyang reached this point?

"The number one in the world for decades, Pang Wanyang has cultivated a deep and general trend, and the War Demon Heart Sutra has been cultivated to an incredible state."

Sankong sighed softly:

"A few months ago, he wrote a letter in his handwriting, and the spirit was agitated, and the ancestor was moved by it. He was angry with the Buddha's voice for a night, and then it was wiped out."

Speaking of this.

The expressions of the surrounding monks also became solemn.

That night, the sound of the Buddha shook the sky and night, and the collision made many monks shudder.

"No, he has come to this point."

Fu Xin was amazed, but took it for granted.

Pang Wanyang had already cultivated into Taiyin Wuji dozens of years ago, and was known as the unparalleled genius of the Six Prison Demon Sect.

It seems natural that such a person is approaching Tianmen.

"After the patriarch saw that person's handwriting, he didn't say a word for a day, and then sent a letter to the Six Prison Demon Sect. The patriarch didn't say anything about it, just shook his head, and the next day he went into seclusion, and he hasn't been out yet."

Sankong's eyes are solemn~www.readwn.com~ He took a break from studying scriptures to practice martial arts since he was a child, saying that he is the ancestor, and it is for the master.

"Master Yixiu has personally handed down the gauntlet, so he must be confident."

Fu Xin can only comfort one sentence.

"Just hope that the ancestors succeed in subduing the demons, otherwise, the world will be troubled!"

Sankong didn't talk much about this matter, he changed his voice and asked:

"With the golden body of the senior brother, it is a bit incredible to actually wrestle with people. That Taoist person has not become a god, but he is so arrogant?"

"Such a character is only seen in my life."

Fu Xin slowly spit out eight words and looked up as if her heart was moving.

The great monks also followed.

I saw that between the clouds and tides rolling in the sky, the dragon came meandering.

Above the dragon head, the Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes and hair moved with it.