Xiang Qingniu looked up at the young monk in the moon-white robe, and asked after a moment of silence, "You are free?"
The young monk sized up the fat man who looked very embarrassed with some curiosity, trying to find some fear in his eyes but unfortunately failed. The clothes on this fat man had been scorched beyond recognition by the previous karmic fire, and there were many scorched marks on his body, but the jade belt around his waist was intact and tied very neatly.
"I thought it was Xiao Yijiu."
Da Zizai stared at the jade belt around Xiang Qingniu's waist and sighed: "At first, I thought that Wan Xingchen would be the first to come from the Dalun Temple, because he had already stood at the highest point in the eastern world, and when he reached that At this point, the mountain where he is at has reached the extreme end, so he will go to another mountain, but he did not expect that it is not him, but his disciple. For more than ten years, Yang Qi has been trying to demolish the Dalun Temple, but After all, manpower is limited, so he is doomed not to succeed, because he doesn't know what infinite power is. But his greatest ability is always able to deceive many people to follow him, and then die for him."
Da Zizai walked down while talking, and lotus blossoms bloomed under every step.
"More than ten years ago, a group of stupid people followed him, rushing forward in the direction of his fingers, as if their lives were worthless. I know that you Han people in the Central Plains have the habit of burying yourself in the ground, but those In the end, people don't even know where their bones are thrown, and their souls are not allowed to go home or be reincarnated, isn't this just punishment?"
"A few years ago, he only brought a stupid person outside the Daxue Mountain, and then he watched that person die, and he didn't make a move from the beginning to the end. You Han people in the Central Plains pay attention to a word of righteousness, but where is your senior brother? Can you see where the righteousness is? Today, he tricked you into sending you to your death. Such a devil keeps killing people, don’t you realize it?”
Xiang Qingniu sneered: "When it comes to fooling people's hearts, is there anyone who is more thorough than your Buddhist sect?"
Da Zizai shook his head: "Buddhism has never fooled people's hearts. You have also seen that the herdsmen have believed in Buddhism for thousands of years and have faith in their hearts. How rich and healthy they are? But you people in the Central Plains have no faith in your heart, so you have been in chaos for a long time. Uneasy. The Sui Kingdom has only been around for a hundred years, and it is once again in a mess. The lives of thousands of people in the Central Plains are miserable, compared to the happiness of the people on the grasslands? Because of the Buddhist sect, they know how to be friendly, humble, and respectful. You don’t Han people who know how to be in awe will only bite and kill each other, and only know that they will continue to go evil for the sake of desire."
Da Zizai opened his arms and said with a smile: "In the western world, the common people have no desires of their own. They just need to follow the instructions of the Buddha Sect and obey the call. Everyone lives happily under the light of the Buddha Sect's compassion. They are just inferior There will be no troubles and disputes when they pay homage, and enjoy the protection brought to them by the Buddhist sect, how free they are... Don't you envy them?"
Xiang Qingniu spat, "Disgusting."
Da Zizi sighed: "Don't you understand now that your senior brother abandoned you just like the last time he abandoned those who followed him?"
Xiang Qingniu said: "How can this be abandonment? I know what you want to say. The senior brother just said that he wanted to fight you, so you just shrank in a certain place and dare not come out for a moment. But the senior brother frightened you away , but didn't really look for you, I'm afraid that they will have found King Ming by now."
Da Zizai smiled: "But he still left you."
Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "He's just waiting for me in front."
Da Zizai was silent, and then said in a daze: "King Ming once said that in a place like the Central Plains where there is no faith or reverence, there will always be many paranoid devils. There are people standing at the top to guide you. You are one of them, and it seems that Buddhism cannot influence you."
Xiang Qingniu raised his hands, clenched a fist with one hand and opened the other: "Since it's meaningless, why do you need to say more? Now let's make a bet, see if you beat me first, or senior brother kills King Ming first."
Da Zizai sighed: "No one can kill King Ming, unless it is King Ming himself."
"There is nothing absolutely impossible in this world."
Xiang Qingniu took a fierce step forward, there was a light blue light looming in his half-clenched fist, and then a long sword slowly took shape in his hand. And in his open palm, two small fish appeared out of nowhere and swam back and forth, one black and one white, passing each other but never colliding.
Soon, the light blue long sword in his right hand solidified, while the black and white double fish in his left hand swam faster and faster, and a half black and half circle gradually enlarged, appearing like a round shield.
With a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
"Stupid."
Da Zizai seemed very disappointed, he stood still, clasped his hands together, and a holy white light emerged from his body. Then his body began to fly up slowly, and a huge white lotus slowly bloomed under his feet. When the white lotus petals bloomed, Da Zizai sat cross-legged on it, floating in mid-air.
If ordinary people saw this kind of method, they would have knelt down and paid homage. But a person with Xiang Qingniu's cultivation level can naturally see that these magic-like things are all supported by Da Zizai's powerful cultivation base.
Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly, stabbed forward with the sword in his right hand, and a small white lotus bloomed in front of Da Zizai, just blocking Xiang Qingniu's sword energy. The white lotus and the sword energy collided together without making a sound.
"Your sword intent is far inferior to Yang Qi."
Xiang Qingniu slashed the long sword: "Killing you is enough!"
Immediately after the sword was slashed, a huge sword suddenly appeared above Da Zizai's head, and it slashed down extremely fiercely. Da Zizi's gesture changed slightly, and a golden arhat suddenly appeared, several meters tall, the golden arhat clasped his hands together just enough to clamp the huge sword, the sword made a clanging sound, and was still pressing down. The golden Arhat turned his arms, and the sword turned half a circle horizontally, and the light blue brilliance on the sword became weaker and weaker.
"I guide you with compassion, but you refuse to listen, so I have no choice but to punish you with vajra anger."
Da Zizai stretched out his hand and pointed forward, the golden arhat took a fierce step forward, and stepped on Xiang Qingniu fiercely.
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Mingwang Hall is at the highest point of Dalun Temple, built on the cliff. Outside the main entrance of this hall is the abyss, there are only a few stone steps a few feet wide to walk on, the mountain wind here is bitingly cold, ordinary people let alone go up, even looking up from below will break out in cold sweat.
Yang Qi walked along the stone steps to the front of King Ming's Hall, as if floating in mid-air.
He didn't continue walking because there was an old monk sitting at the gate of King Ming's Hall.
The old monk looked like he couldn't tell the age, because he was too old. Sitting there, he could no longer keep his body upright, and needed to lean against the door frame to ensure that he would not fall down. His eyebrows fell down to his chin, and his beard fell down to his stomach, which was as white as the snow on the Daxue Mountain.
The wrinkles on his forehead felt bottomless, like the abyss in front of King Ming's palace.
He seemed to be in a coma, with his eyelids lowered.
But because of such a seemingly defenseless sitting posture, any great practitioner standing in front of him would find no flaws in the old monk's body. The old and withered body blocked the door, and the door seemed to be sealed without any gaps. The old monk's body is skinny, but like a mountain.
Yang Qizai looked at the old monk carefully for a few times, and then couldn't help but sighed softly: "I didn't expect that there are people like you alive. It is not easy for the Buddhist sect to tolerate you."
The old monk seemed to have just woken up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Yang Qi. His eyes were cloudy, 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: "Aren't people like you a special case?"
Yang Qi asked: "Are you a Buddhist disciple of previous generations?"
The old monk shook his head: "I don't remember... It's good to be alive, and I still need to spend energy remembering those past events and what to do. You can tell at a glance that I was a Buddha, so you said that you never thought that the Dalun Temple could accommodate Buddha It is your puzzlement to be alive. But I can see at a glance that you are a mortal body, the most common physique in the world, just like those herdsmen and believers at the foot of the mountain and those wolf knight soldiers. Ordinary people are not interested in taking a second look , but you have such a powerful cultivation base, this is my puzzle."
Yang Qi said: "You have lived for so long, and there are some things that you haven't fully understood... You don't understand that the most powerful force in this world is actually ordinary."
The old monk frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "It doesn't make sense."
Yang Qi seemed not interested in continuing, pointed to the door and said, "I want to go in."
The old monk glanced back at the majestic King Ming Palace and shook his head: "I wanted to go in, but I couldn't. Since I couldn't, how can I let you in?"
Yang Qi nodded, and then took a step.
The old monk took a deep breath, and tried his best to sit up straight.
He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
then
The sky above King Ming’s Palace began to change. The floating clouds seemed to be driven away by something, and the sun appeared from behind the clouds, which was particularly dazzling. The sun shone down, coating everything with a layer of gold. Under the sunlight, the old monk stretched out quickly, and it seemed that even the wrinkles on his forehead were much lighter.
The golden dome of Dalun Temple shines brilliantly in the sun, like the Yunding Tiangong.
"Borrow the divine brilliance to condense the Dharma."
The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and then a dazzling golden light was drawn down from the sky. The light was so dazzling that it really seemed that the old monk had stripped a ray of light from the sun. The golden light fell on the old monk's fingertips, and then quickly penetrated into his body. The old monk's body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin, which was wrinkled like the bark of a dead tree, immediately became smooth, and his snow-white eyebrows and beard fell off. , In just an instant, he turned into a young man who looked as rich as jade.
The golden light enveloped his whole body, and the old monk's robe on his body was burned away by the golden light, and his body appeared, looking extraordinarily young and strong.
so amazing.
The golden light opened the clouds, illuminating the entire Dalun Temple.
Bathed in golden light, this old monk, who had recovered infinite vitality, floated in front of the gate of King Ming's Palace like a god descending from the earth.
He looked down at Yang Qi outside the door, and asked in a condescending manner: "Now, do you know why I, as a disciple of the Buddha of the previous generations, can still live to this day? Because I can borrow divine brilliance." , to fight with the power of gods. The gods and heavens are behind me, and my Buddha Dharma is boundless."
Yang Qi sighed slightly: "It's a pity."
Then he waved
The golden light froze, and then receded like a tide, not only the golden light beside the old monk, but also the golden light that had already merged into his body quickly retreated, and the sky full of divine light returned to the sky like a waterfall hanging upside down. The speed visible to the naked eye has become old and withered again.
It was only a moment, and the old monk's eyes were full of disbelief.
"You... you're just a mortal... how can this be done?"
Yang Qi stepped forward, and the old monk's body was split in two.
When passing the two corpses, Yang Qi looked down and said seriously: "Because you don't understand that the mortals you call the mortals are the ones who rule this world, and they will always be. The gods and heavens in your eyes are the power you believe in." Source, I can borrow the power of your practice. But in my eyes, the sky is the heaven of mortals, why doesn’t it retreat if I let it retreat? How dare you not retreat?”