The Great Tao Chronicle

Between the clouds and the sky, the dragon came.

Before anyone arrived, the sound of wind and thunder had already resounded through the sky.

Such a high-profile appearance naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Huangjue Temple.

Although there are strange beasts in Jiufujie, for most people in the martial arts, they are still at the level of legends, or for most people, these strange beasts and birds are like most people in Xuanxing. The Tianchi water monster in their eyes is ordinary, and they don't know whether it exists or not.

When the crowd looked up at the sky.

As the clouds rolled, An Qisheng was also looking down at Huangjue Temple.

As if several mountain ranges were hollowed out, and then many temple groups were excavated, it occupies a huge area but does not feel loose, and the overall structure is like a big Buddha sitting cross-legged on the plain.

Gorgeous.

An Qisheng had to admit that this Huangjue Temple was the most beautiful building in his past and present life, and even in the days when he came to Jiufujie.

This is the highest mountain in the world.

The thousand-year-old heritage can be seen from this.

"Wait for me here."

Coming by the Jiaojiao is passable, but if you drive straight into it, the meaning is different.

He's not here to play.

After giving an order, he jumped up and jumped down from a height of several hundred meters.

The violent airflow whistled and collided violently with the astral qi surrounding An Qisheng, whistling all the way down, leaving a scorching column of scorching air above the sky that burned violently for a long time.

boom!

Spread like thunder.

In front of the gate of Huangjue Temple, there was smoke and dust everywhere, and the monks who had been waiting here early were caught off guard.

All of them, their expressions changed.

But haven't waited for them to strike.

Sanyin has already stepped out, and the sound follows:

"Wangquan Daoist is here, and there is a loss to welcome!"

With the rise of An Qisheng's reputation, many of his information has already been known by many major forces and major sects, and naturally he also knows his Taoist name.

"It's work."

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves slightly, and the swaying smoke was completely suppressed by an invisible aura.

Let the air flow turbulently, and no more dust will be raised.

"The poor monk Sanyin, Sande is my senior brother, and I would like to thank the Taoist priest for avenging my senior brother."

Sanyin looked solemn, bowed and saluted:

"Don't dare or forget the great kindness. Senior Brother Abbot and Master Fuxin are waiting for the Dao Master to arrive at the Martial Arts Arena, please."

"All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, Nirvana is still, and the name of the good Buddha."

An Qisheng stepped up with a light compliment.

I feel the vicissitudes of this thousand-year-old ancient temple without any hassle.

People have gods, mountains have spirits, and everything has its own unique traces.

As the divine will stretched, An Qisheng could even feel the strong traces in this ancient temple as he walked.

That's because too many masters were born in this ancient temple, and over the years, even a unique aura, or a magnetic field, was born.

The place where the luck of the entire Liangzhou converges is this Huangjue Temple.

"The Taoist master also understands Buddhism?"

Sanyin was slightly surprised.

"I know a little bit."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

While the two were talking, all the great monks looked at An Qisheng curiously.

Obviously, he already knew that this was the most powerful 'Blood Demon' recently.

However, thanks to the light of Yunhaitian, the entire Huangjue Temple knew An Qisheng's character, especially, he killed Feng Qingxuan, which was equivalent to avenging the seven teachers including Sande.

The attitude is naturally more friendly.

An Qisheng noticed something, and his attitude was naturally more gentle.

He's always been tougher with tough guys and kinder with nice guys.

The Huangjue Temple is antique and full of the breath of the years. An Qisheng is not busy walking, and slowly feels the precious spirit precipitated by the years.

This kind of feeling is very wonderful, as if once such a mountain, he is enveloped in Buddhist rhythm, and an invisible aura makes him feel calm.

It is more like an old monk who has been through the ages, and is confiding in him about Buddhism.

If ordinary people live for a long time, and even have the effect of prolonging life, it is almost a dojo in the true sense.

He was a little surprised.

Sanyin who followed him was even more shocked.

On this Taoist priest, he felt another strange aura, and when he got close, he even had a feeling of being washed away.

This is similar to the divine pulse aura, but it is specious.

It is more similar to the aura emitted by Huangjue Temple.

‘Where this person is, is the aura? ’

Inadvertently, Sanyin was shocked beyond words.

Attitude, the more relaxed.

Based on this alone, this Taoist priest is worthy of his current name, and even the rumors of the rivers and lakes are less said.

huh~

Walking around the corner, the line of sight suddenly widened.

What followed was an overwhelming sight.

On the wide martial arts field, thousands of monks from Huangjue Temple looked at An Qisheng in unison.

Eyes are the window to the soul.

A person's eyes often reveal the person's heart.

There is "witnessing" in Neijia Quan, the eyes of Jiufujie have been opened, and there is even a deed that scares ordinary people to death.

It is naturally impossible for the thousands of people on this martial arts field to have all opened the "eye" scripture.

But those who have practiced martial arts for a long time have extremely strong will.

At this moment, he looked at it intently, and its power was even greater than the power of the salvo of ten thousand arrows on the battlefield!

This may be the return gift of many great monks in the martial arts field to An Qisheng who came by the dragon, or it may be a dismount.

But An Qisheng seemed to be unconscious, and his steps did not change in the slightest.

But in his mind, the mirror hangs high, and he feels a deeper spirit in these thousands of eyes.

For thousands of years, Huangjue Temple has been cutting down mountains and mountains every day, and Lulu Lanlu has created this foundation. Every monk, in his bones, is not comparable to the monks who chanted sutras and worshipped Buddha above Xuanxing.

Such a spirit, such an aura.

Compared with fighting on the battlefield, the cleansing of people's hearts made him involuntarily soothe his spirit.

hum~

The void seems to have ripples spreading.

As An Qisheng walked, the eyes of thousands of monks on the martial arts field were all black, and then it was bright again.

At this moment, the Taoist who stepped forward seemed to have become a luminous body emitting infinite light!

In a trance, they seemed to see a stalwart portal standing above the clouds, desolate and splendid, and people could not look directly at it.

"Huangjue Temple really lives up to its reputation!"

On the edge of the martial arts field, An Qisheng spoke lightly.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to bring everyone's spirits back to reality, and all the visions seemed to vanish.

"good."

Fu Xin praised lightly, and looked at An Qisheng's eyes lightly.

"The Daoist has a good will."

The old monk's three blank eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but praise.

People who practice martial arts are extremely determined. Any monk in the martial arts field, looking at them with concentration is enough to frighten ordinary people to collapse, and his eyes are fixed in one place.

Although this is a test of teaching, it is also a layer of temptation.

If a Qi channel is promoted by absorbing the internal strength of others, under such a test, it will inevitably be in chaos, or even go to the devil and die.

If An Qisheng didn't realize it, even if one person's spirit can compete with thousands of monks, he can see that his spiritual will is the best in the world.

"That one is Huang Jue Bell?"

An Qisheng didn't care about the admiration of several people, his eyes turned and he had already landed on the Huangjue Bell.

God soldier!

At a glance, An Qisheng could see that the bell, which weighed millions of kilograms, was a magic weapon.

But that is not the magic weapon of one person, but the magic weapon of the entire Huangjue Temple.

If it is said that the center of Liangzhou's luck gathering is Huangjue Temple, then the place where the luck of Huangjue Temple gathers is the Huangjue Bell!

In his induction, above the big yellow bell, not only the core of the magnetic field of luck in the entire Huangjue Temple, but also the gathering place of the thousand-year-old martial arts of Huangjue Temple!

A good sip of the royal bell.

An Qisheng's eyes lit up involuntarily, and then disappeared.

This bell is undoubtedly the best magic weapon he has ever seen, whether it is luck or material.

It is a pity that this bell is the gathering of the spirit of Huangjue Temple's luck and martial arts. If it is not for the people of Huangjue Temple, it will not only be useless, but also will be backlashed.

Even, non-Buddhist real qi, if you want to ring this bell, I am afraid that you will have to bear the oppression of the thousand-year-old martial arts of Huangjue Temple.

This oppression is probably more terrifying than the weight of the bronze bell itself.

'It turned out to be waiting for me here. ’

An Qisheng thought in his heart.

The little monk is a chicken thief.

"Yes, that is Huangjue Bell."

The great monk Sanyin took a step forward and said:

"This bell is made of ore veins collected from thousands of mountain peaks, and it weighs 9.99 million catties! When this bell was cast, there were tens of thousands of blacksmiths and craftsmen involved, and there were even my emperor. With the help of all the monks in the Jue Temple, it took 23 years to build it.

So far, it has been two hundred years! "

Facing such a bell, An Qisheng could only nod his head in praise: "It's amazing."

A bell weighs five thousand tons.

In the face of such a creation, who can not say a word of greatness?

In all An Qisheng's life, only the Great Buddha of the Central Plains that he had seen above Xuanxing was heavier than him. That great Buddha weighed 18,000 tons.

"This bell is difficult to strike. Only five or six people in my Huangjue Temple have been able to ring this bell over the years."

Abbot Mikura said with a smile:

"Now this bell has not been sounded for fifty years. If the two of you can ring it, it will be a great thing."

"not busy."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

"Does the Taoist regret it?"

Fu Xin was slightly startled.

"That's not it!"

An Qisheng smiled, looked deeply at Fuxin, and said, "You have to bet with me, if I lose, I will destroy the divine art that shakes the heavens and the gods, then I win,

Little monk, what are you betting on me? "

"... Shockingly weeping ghosts and gods?"

Fu Xin's mouth twitched involuntarily and chewed it again. Although she felt that the words were exaggerated, she couldn't say anything.

Could it be that this magic power is worthless?

What is the Dragon Elephant Temple that was destroyed?

After thinking about it, I can only say:

"My teacher and my apprentice have nothing to do with each other. If the Taoist priest sees something, just take it away."

However, Huiguo suddenly interrupted Master's words:

"Except my donkey!"

Fu Xin suddenly realized, and added: "And my donkey!"

"........"

All the great monks were stunned, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Are you kidding me?"

An Qisheng snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

With a flick of his sleeves, he made a move to leave.

Fu Xin's complexion changed, and she could only call An Qisheng:

"What kind of bet does the Taoist want, just say it bluntly?"

"you said?"

An Qisheng turned around.

"I said."

Fu Xin thought that she had won, and she agreed as soon as she gritted her teeth.

Not to mention that his golden body is the first to train his divine veins, it is because this Huangjue Bell itself rejects any true qi outside Buddhism, and it is destined that this An Qisheng wants to surpass himself, at least the true qi or the physique must be bigger. more than five times.

It's impossible to lose.

"good!"

An Qisheng smiled.

You count on me, and I count on you as well.

The reason why he never mentioned the bet before, also had his own calculations.

Compared with the master and apprentice who have nothing but donkeys, the Huangjue Temple, which has dominated the state for more than a thousand years, is much more luxurious.

The relationship between Longxiangfa Temple and Huangjue Temple is unknown to others, but he knows it.

The patriarch of Longxiangfa Temple was the apprentice of the old monk who opened up Huangjue Temple. The two are of the same origin, and their relationship is much better than what other people know.

With An Qisheng's smile, Fu Xin knew that she had been fooled, but the matter had come to an end, she could only promise:

"Dare to ask, what kind of bet do you want?"

An Qisheng smiled without saying a word, but looked straight at Huang Juezhong.

"No..."

The expressions of Fuxin and the great monks of Huangjue Temple changed.

But he heard An Qisheng speak slowly:

"I want to cast a magic weapon."

Divine Soldier?

Only then did Fu Xin suddenly realize the purpose of the old Taoist priest.

It was dark under the lights.

An Qisheng's strength was so incredible that he forgot that he needed a magic weapon.

"The Daoist came prepared."

Before Fu Xin could speak, San Kong shook his head and spoke:

"Don't mention the bet between the Taoist priest and the senior brother, just relying on the Taoist priest to eliminate the devil in front of the chivalrous door, I Huangjue Temple should also repay one or two."

He took two steps forward and pointed at the Huangjue Bell:

"If the Taoist priest can ring this bell 18 times, the old man will answer the call for the senior brother, and Huangjue Temple can provide all the gold and iron that the Taoist priest needs!"

Eighteen times?

Many monks in the square were all in an uproar.

According to rumors, there are five or six people in Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell, but these five or six people refer to the two hundred years since the bell was cast, and a total of five or six people can ring this bell!

In today's Huangjue Temple, there are only three people who can ring this bell, including the old ancestor from Houshan!

Except for the ancestors, the rest of the people ring the bell at most nine times.

Eighteen times, but also by outsiders to knock?

This is simply impossible.

Fu Xin was also smacking her tongue in her heart~www.readwn.com~ I didn't expect this junior brother to be kind and kind, he was more ruthless than him, and he directly pushed the difficulty to the limit!

Eighteen times, I am afraid that there is only the old ancestor of Huangjue Temple in this world.

The rest of the people, I am afraid that it will not work if they are replaced by Pang Wanyang!

"good!"

But he didn't want to, but An Qisheng agreed without thinking.

Fu Xin's heart squeaked, and saw An Qisheng jumping up, a move had already set foot on the bell platform!

Everyone watched intently.

I saw the Taoist standing with big sleeves fluttering, not even touching the bell hammer.

Just a step above the bell platform, the arm smashed towards the bronze bell.

The next moment, everyone's expression changed.

I just heard a very clear and long howl echoing between heaven and earth along with the earth-shattering bell:

"one!"