The monk in white carried a large section of the Yellow River across the gate of heaven and flooded Daozong. The pilgrims inside and outside the Eighteenth Temple were all dumbfounded. They saw the Yellow River hanging in the sky, but they were afraid that the monk would lose his mind and tilt the Wanjun River over the heads of the people, and he would die unjustly. The monk in white went straight up the Fushan Mountain, and there was a lot of discussion at the foot of the mountain. Many pilgrims were hooked after returning to their senses. This vision is really a well-deserved fairy handwriting. In addition to the believers who came to burn incense in the eighteen temples of Taoism, there were actually a large number of people who deliberately sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight. Unremarkable, he seldom raises his head to look directly at people, and he can't see how handsome he is, so he is taller. He came to the foot of the mountain half a decade ago, and his basic necessities are not surprising. At night, he would lie down and sleep in any open space, at most covered with a long gown as a quilt. When he saw the monk in white jumping over the Heavenly Gate, as if he was going to trouble the real Qilin, he had no intention of staying any longer. Just as he was about to turn around, Wen Xu smiled, stopped, and walked beside him was a short and strong black-skinned man, with long arms reaching knees like an ape, and unusually thick earlobes, similar to those of a statue of a Bodhisattva. He can only say that he has a good fortune. The middle-aged man's eyes are indifferent, his lips are tight, and he stands side by side with the relatively young man in plain shirt. Being set off to be gentle and elegant, he smiled and said: "I expected you to come, but I didn't expect to see you again."
The swarthy man hummed.
The long-clothed man put his hands on his eyelids and looked into the distance. The two Daoist sects stayed behind the old monks of the Liangchan Temple, and the three entered the Tianmen one after another to block the white-clothed monks. It can be broken, such a diamond is not broken, it is a diamond physique."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "The saints of the three religions are different from us. They have reached the peak within their respective realms, so they don't care about any land gods. I can't envy them."
The tall man in his thirties laughed softly, "I thought you were going to tear that Yellow River apart."
The man shook his head and said: "Five real people besieged and beat the eminent monk Nagarjuna, and Li Danxin, who is an apprentice, paid back respect to Daodezong. Just to watch the fun, not to join in the fun."
And the man in Li Zhinian withdrew his gaze. He turned out to be a pair of silver-white pupils without pupils. He gloated and said: "This heavy rain is coming, and the Daodezong has become a pond. Our Beimang Taoism will lose all face. If the national teacher returns If you don't make a move, how can you have the face to destroy the Buddha?"
The man doesn't have the leisurely attitude of the man around him, and his words are as plain as ever, and he never deliberately makes people feel like thunder, "Then I don't know."
"Sage Nagarjuna explained the Diamond Sutra, which is simple and easy to understand. It's a pity that you didn't hear it."
The man frowned and said, "Hong Jingyan, Monk Nagarjuna has read one Diamond Sutra deeply for a lifetime, and he has achieved the golden body of Buddha. But you have to hold everything in your hands. It will not benefit your future martial arts accomplishments, but will be harmful."
The silver-eyed man called Hong Jingyan laughed at himself, "Anyway, no matter how much you practice martial arts, you can't beat you. It's better to learn more fancy skills, so that you can scare people. Look at Li Chungang's borrowed sword from the Liyang Dynasty, and Li Beware. Hanging in the river once in the air, at least let the rivers and lakes talk about it for forty or fifty years."
The man seemed ignorant of the world, and said: "How to persuade is my business, how to do it is your business."
Hong Jingyan couldn't help laughing, "If you really want someone to do something, who would dare not do it?"
The honest man laughed it off.
Hong Jingyan, who was knocked down from the fourth throne in the world by Luoyang in white, suggested: "Eat something?"
The man nodded and said: "This journey was in a hurry, and I didn't bring any money. I will pay you back later."
Hong Jingyan moved his feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You actually care about this with me?"
Never thought that the man would say bluntly: "You and I don't have enough friendship."
Hong Jingyan laughed heartily and no longer insisted on his own opinion. A nearby Taoist temple had vegetarian food, but it was overcrowded, and the two of them waited patiently. During the period, the man was bumped by the frizzy pilgrim, and he remained motionless. But the pilgrim who was looking at the burly and strong staggered, he stretched out his hand to hold him. Zong burned incense to ask for money, but he was not a kind person who sincerely believed in the gods. He wanted to get angry after being devastated, but he saw a man who was as strong as himself standing next to the farmer, so he cursed before leaving. The middle-aged man ignored him, but Hong Jingyan was familiar with this man's temperament, so he took it for granted. The two finally found a table. Hong Jingyan ordered two large bowls of plain noodles. Put the noodles into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "The three realms of the Vajra Finger Xuan Tianxiang that we have come step by step are basically related to the King Kong Bubai of the monk of the Liangchan Temple, the Zhixuan of the Qilin Daoist, and the celestial phenomenon of Cao Changqing. What is the difference? Furthermore, the realm of martial arts, like Deng Tai's Zhixuan, is not the same as ours."
After eating the noodles, the man put down his chopsticks on the bowl, shook his head and said, "I'm not good at reasoning. If you want to, just fight."
Fight with you? Hong Jingyan didn't take this issue at all, and asked himself and answered calmly: "I can do it with the water of the Yellow River across the Gate of Heaven. Of course, it will definitely be more difficult. But Li Danxin has to be disciplined, like he can't pour the water of the Yellow River into the sky." I don’t want to and dare not. If it were me, I would do whatever I can to feel at ease. Taoists pay attention to having gods in their heads. If monks want to become Buddhas, they must first have Buddhas in their hearts. After all, among the three religions Humans are formed by taking advantage of the situation. Since borrowing things from God is like borrowing money from ordinary people, they feel uncomfortable when they are soft on others. Those who dare to be extravagant become heretics or wild fox Zen. In the final analysis, their longevity and Freedom, in my opinion, is not really free. As for Confucianism, it is a prison for scholars. In the final analysis, only a martial artist proves the way with strength, which is refreshing."
The man frowned and said, "I still haven't got the point."
Today, Hong Jingyan, who has no sharp edge at all, laughed softly: "Don't talk about this, just tell me something, when the two countries start fighting again, then I can go to your place to settle down."
The middle-aged man was noncommittal, and Hong Jingyan didn't feel neglected and underestimated himself. He leaned lazily on the back of his chair and said slowly: "Your Majesty has been rectifying the rivers and lakes for many years, and it's time to bear fruit. At that time, there will be many sword emperors of Xishu on the battlefield." This kind of amazing people from the rivers and lakes. Miserable, it is estimated that if there are only one out of ten of these people, it will be considered good. It is really not worth it for them."
The dark and taciturn man clasped his hands and fingers, but remained silent.
Hong Jingyan asked suddenly: "You said the two of us sneaked to the palace of the Liyang Dynasty and took off the head of the emperor of the Zhao family? Or go to Beiliang and kill Xu Xiao?"
The man glanced at the man who had become a blockbuster in Qijian Yuefu, and wrote lightly: "Although I don't understand Buddhism and Taoism, I have also heard the saying in the Central Plains that Taoism is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high. I'm sure that when you I was standing at the gate of the imperial palace, and Emperor Wucheng Wang Xianzhi had been waiting for a long time. As for Xu Xiao, it involved the three-legged battle of Liang Mang and Li Yang. Since you are ambitious, you are not willing to kill him if you want to. Besides, you can't kill him. "
Hong Jingyan sighed.
The middle-aged man asked: "I heard that you lost to her?"
The chair under Hong Jingyan left his feet off the ground and swayed. The man who had watched Luoyang grow up with his own eyes said calmly: "I lost. Ruthless determination, a living dead. Later, Deng Tai'a's sword qi shattered the Lizhu, and he would not live long."
The man felt a little regretful.
He stood up and left the Taoist temple.
Hong Jingyan was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long breath, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat almost instantly.
Walking into a woman wearing a veiled hat and holding a pipa, she sat quietly beside Hong Jingyan, lifted up a little veiled hat with her slender hands, revealing half of her face.
Hong Jingyan glanced at it, then ordered a bowl of plain noodles from the Taoist temple, and said, "He can owe the debt, but you can't."
The half-faced woman's face was soft and old, hoarse like an old woman: "She is not dead yet, how do you settle the debt you owe?"
Hong Jingyan sneered and said: "You and that concubine are worthy of asking for money from me?"
The woman pressed a lute string in an instant.
Hong Jingyan stretched his waist, "Don't be angry with me, you are supporting yourself before eating vegetarian noodles? You see, I am very sensible, I can't beat that guy, so I just know how to treat people to dinner obediently."
There are only a handful of people Hong Jingyan can't defeat.
And the great bodhisattva who can make Hong Jingyan feel like he is facing an enemy has already crossed the Yellow River and headed for the extreme northern ice field.