Conquer the World

(Red ticket monthly ticket, I hope you will last longer, come again, it seems that the mad knife is not far away.)

Chapter 545 Mortal Days

Xiang Qingniu looked up at the young monk wearing a moon-white robe and was silent for a while and asked, "Is it easy?"

The young monk looked at the seemingly embarrassed fat man curiously, trying to find some fearful but regretful failures in his eyes.The fat man's clothes were completely roasted by the previous karma, and there were a lot of scorch marks on his body, but the jade belt around his waist was intact and well-tied.

"I thought it would be Xiao 19th."

Da Zi gazed at the jade belt around Xiang Qingniu's waist and sighed: "At first, I thought that the first meeting of the Dalun Temple would be Wan Xingchen, because he had stood at the highest place in the heaven and earth of the East, and people arrived there At the point where the mountain where he is has reached the end, he will go to see another mountain, but he did not expect that he came, but his disciples. For more than ten years, Yang Qi has wanted to demolish the Dalun Temple. After all, manpower is limited, and he is destined not to succeed, because he does n’t understand what it means to be endless. But his greatest ability is to always deceive many people to follow, and then die for him. "

Da Zi said while walking down, there are lotus blossoms at every step.

"A group of stupid people followed him more than ten years ago, rushing forward in the direction of his finger regardless of his life, as if his own life was worthless, I know that you Han people in Central Plains have the habit of going into the earth, but those In the end, people do n’t even know where they were thrown, and their souls ca n’t go home or be reincarnated. Is n’t that punishment? ”

"Several years ago, he only came to Daxueshan with a stupid person, and then he watched the person die, and he did n’t shoot it from beginning to end. Your Central Plains Han people pay attention to a meaning, but where is your brother? Can you see the meaning of the character? Today, he lied to you again to die. Such a devil has been killing people. Have you never realized it? "

Xiang Qingniu sneered coldly: "When it comes to fooling people's hearts, there are people who are more thorough than your Buddhism?"

Da Zi shook his head freely: "The Buddhism has never fooled people's hearts. You have also seen that for thousands of years, herders have believed in Buddhism, they have faith in their hearts, and how rich and healthy their lives are. Uneasy. The Sui Kingdom was only a hundred years old, so it was messed up again. The people of the Central Plains were charred, and they were as good as the people on the grassland? Because there are Buddhism, they know to be friendly, humble, and awe. You do n’t Han people who understand awe will only bite each other, only know that they are constantly going to evil for desire. "

Da Zi opened his arms and smiled: "And in the Western world, the people do not have their own desires, they just have to follow the instructions of the Buddhism and obey the call. Everyone lives happily under the light of Buddhism in the Buddhism. There will be no troubles and disputes in the first visit, and enjoy the refuge brought by them, how free they are ... don't you envy you? "

Xiang Qingniu chewed: "Disgusting."

Da Zi sighed: "Don't you understand now that your brother abandoned you just like the last time he abandoned his followers?"

Xiang Qingniu said: "How can this be abandoned? I know what you want to say. Brother just said that you want to deal with you, so you have a moment of refusal to dare to come out somewhere. But Brother said scared you , But I did n’t really go to you, I ’m afraid it would have found the Ming King. ”

Da Zi smiled: "But he left you anyway."

Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "He is waiting for me in front."

He was silent for a while, and then a little lost his mind: "Ming Wang once said that in places like the Central Plains where there is no belief and no awe, there will always be many paranoid devils. Someone is standing at the highest point to give guidance. You are one of them, and it seems that the Dharma cannot influence you.

Xiang Qingniu raised his hands and clenched his fists in one hand: "Since it makes no sense, why don't you say more? Now let's make a bet to see if you won me first, or Brother Brother killed Ming Wang first."

Da Zi sighed: "No one can kill Ming Wang, unless it is Ming Wang himself."

"There is nothing absolutely impossible in this world."

Xiang Qingniu took a step forward violently, with a light blue light looming in his half-handed fist, and then a long sword slowly formed in his hand.In his open palm, two small fish appeared to swim back and forth out of thin air, one black and one white, crossing each other but never colliding.

Soon, the pale cyan sword in his right hand solidified, while the black and white pisces in his left hand were swimming faster and faster, and a black and white circle was gradually enlarged, appearing like a round shield.

Hold the sword in one hand and the shield in the other.

"Stupid"

Da Zi seemed disappointed. He stood still, his hands folded, and a holy white light appeared on his body.Then his body began to fly slowly, and a huge white lotus under his feet slowly bloomed.After the white lotus petals bloomed, Da Zi sat down cross-legged and floated in mid-air.

Such means, if ordinary people see it, they are afraid to kneel down and worship.But people like Xiang Qingniu can naturally see that these seemingly magical things like magic are all freely supported by powerful cultivation.

Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly, his right-handed sword spurted forward, followed by a small white lotus in front of Da Zi, which just blocked Xiang Qingniu's sword spirit.The white lotus and Jian Qi collided together, silently.

"Your sword intention is far inferior to Yang Qi."

Xiang Qingniu slashed the sword: "It's enough to kill you!"

Immediately after this sword was hacked, a giant sword suddenly appeared on the top of Da Zi's head, and fell sharply.The gesture of freedom changed slightly, and a golden body Luohan suddenly appeared. It was a few meters tall. The golden body Luohan just clamped the giant sword with both hands. The sword made a clanging sound and still pressed down.The golden body Luohan's arms turned, and the sword turned half a circle in the horizontal direction, and the pale cyan brilliance on the sword became weaker and weaker.

"I guide you with compassion, you just don't listen, so I had to anger you with Vajra."

Da Zi stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the golden body Luohan took a step forward and stepped hard on Xiang Qingniu.

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The Ming Palace was built on the cliff at the highest point of Dalun Temple.Outside the main entrance of this hall is the abyss. There are only a few stone steps a few feet wide, where the mountain breeze is cold and biting. Ordinary people can't say it, but it is cold sweat that looks up from below.

Yang Qi walked down the stone steps to the front of Ming Palace, as if floating in mid-air.

He did not continue to move forward because an old monk was sitting at the door of Mingwang Temple.

The old monk seems unable to tell the age because he is too old and too old.He was sitting there no longer to keep his body straight, and he had to lean against the door frame to ensure that he would not fall.His eyebrows fell to his jaws, and his beard fell under his stomach, as white as the snow on the snowy mountains.

The wrinkles on his forehead gave the impression that it was bottomless, like the abyss in front of the gate of Mingwang Temple.

He seemed to be lethargic, his eyes drooping low.

But it was such a sitting posture that seemed to have no precautions. Any large practitioner standing in front of him will find that there is no flaw in the old monk's body.The old and withered body was blocked at the door, and the door seemed to be sealed as if there were no gaps.The old monk's body was thin, but it was like a mountain.

Yang Qizai carefully looked at the old monk a few times, and then could not help but sigh softly: "I can't think there are people like you alive, the Buddha Sect can hold you very difficult."

The old monk seemed to wake up, rubbed his eyes and looked at Yang Qi, his eyes were muddy, and he could hardly distinguish between black and white.

"There will always be something special in this world."

He also looked at Yang Qi carefully: "Isn't it a special case like a person like you?"

Yang Qi asked: "Are you a previous generation of Buddha?"

The old monk shook his head: "I don't remember ... It's good to be alive, but also spend energy to remember what the past is doing. You can see at a glance that I was a Buddha, so you can't think of the Buddha in Dalun Temple The child is alive, it is your puzzling. But I can see at a glance that you are a mortal body. The most common physique in this world is just like the wolf knight soldiers of the herdsmen and believers under the mountain. Eyes, but you have such a powerful cultivation behavior, this is my puzzle. "

Yang Qidao said: "You have lived so long, some things have not been thoroughly understood ... You don't understand, the most powerful force in this world is actually ordinary."

The old monk frowned for a moment and shook his head: "Nowhere."

Yang Qi didn't seem to be interested in continuing, pointing to the door and saying, "I'm going in."

The old monk glanced back at the majestic Ming Palace and shook his head: "I had to go in, but I couldn't go in. Since I can't go in, how can I let you in?"

Yang Qi nodded and stepped forward.

The old monk took a deep breath, and then tried to sit upright.

He folded his hands together and pronounced the Buddha.

then

The sky in the palace of King Ming began to change. The floating clouds were driven away by something. The sun emerged from the back of the clouds and appeared extremely dazzling. The sun shed down and covered everything with gold.The old monk's body stretched out quickly under the sun, and even the wrinkles on his forehead were lighter.

The golden dome of Dalun Temple shines brightly in the sun, like Yunding Tiangong.

"By divinity, condense the dharma."

The old monk reached his hand to the sky, and then a dazzling golden light was drawn from the sky. The light was so dazzling, it really seemed that the old monk peeled off a glory from the sun.The golden brilliance fell on the old monk's fingertips, and then quickly penetrated into his body. The old monk's body swelled at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his wrinkled, bark-skinned skin immediately smoothed, and his white eyebrows and beard fell In just a moment, he became a young man who looked like a god.

The golden radiance enveloped him, and the worn robes on his body were burned by Jin Hui, and his body appeared, looking extraordinarily young and strong.

So amazing.

The golden light illuminates the clouds and illuminates the entire Dalun Temple.

This veteran monk who had recovered his vitality was bathed in golden light, and floated in front of the gate of the Ming King's palace like a god descended.

He looked down at Yang Qi outside the door and asked in a high-pitched tone: "Now do you know why I, as a previous generation of Buddha, can still live to this day? Because I can borrow Shenhui To fight with the power of God. God is behind me, and I will endlessly dharma. "

Yang Qi sighed slightly: "It's a pity."

Then he waved

Jin Guang stiffened, and then retreated like the tide, not only the Jin Hui around the old monk, but also Jin Hui, who had been integrated into his body, also quickly retreated. The speed visible to the naked eye becomes old and decayed again.

It was only a moment, and the old monk's eyes were incredible.

"You ... you are just a mortal ... how can this be done?"

Yang Qi stepped forward, and the old monk's body was divided into two.

After passing the two corpses, Yang Qi looked down and said seriously: "Because you don't understand, the world that has dominated the world is always the mortal in your mouth, and always will be. The god in your eyes is the power you believe The source can borrow the power of your practice. But in my eyes, the sky is a mortal sky. Why do n’t I let it back if I let it back? How dare not back? "