A call of Buddha's name comes like thunder with rage, and ends like the clear light of the river and the sea.
King Yuanji's body trembled as if struck by lightning, and the black light in his eyes dissipated. With the help of the relic on his head, he broke free from the control of the Two Life Bottle and remembered his own name.
Lu Bei looked curiously. In the golden light, the old monk was wearing a cassock at an angle. He was thin and shriveled. At first glance, he seemed to be an ordinary ascetic.
However, his aura is as majestic as a mountain, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.
This mountain, the one I hope to climb in order to overcome the tribulation, is flat and not very high. I can easily cross it by just lifting my foot.
Mahayana hopes to go there, the mountains are majestic and towering into the clouds, the closer you get, the more you can feel their grandeur.
"There's something. Who is he?"
Lu Bei turned to ask Zhao Wuyou, who pondered for a moment and said, "The old monk has kind eyes and a fierce look. If I'm right, he should be Master Zhengqing, the abbot of Xiongchu Xuantian Temple."
Zheng Qing...
The old monk Xiong Chu who slapped Han Miaojun into two with one slap
Lu Bei became excited and presented facts and reason. He had to thank the other party. If it weren't for the old monk's big trick many years ago, it would have been difficult for him to convince Han Miaojun to obey him with his skills at that time.
I can't even take it twice.
The Xiong Chu side was beheaded, and as the golden light settled, the crowd made way for a passage. No matter if they were Buddhists or Taoists, and their cultivation was high or low, they all put away their arrogance and were extremely respectful in front of Zheng Qing.
Soon, two more figures appeared.
A man with flowing clothes and hair, his black hair untied, draped in a white robe, his face was as handsome as jade, and he was indescribably gentle.
The master of Zhenyuan Pavilion, Feng Shangyin.
All the elite soldiers of Zhenyuan Pavilion came out to assist Gu Zongyan in advancing all the way. The Heze Palace remained idle and was attacked by the shameless white-haired people of the Zhao family. Not only did they lose the prince, but the two elders were also beaten up.
That was Feng Shangyin's close junior fellow apprentice whom he treated as a brother!
Feng Shangyin was a reasonable man. That night, the White-haired man from the Zhao family only robbed people but did not kill them. Although his two junior brothers were seriously injured, their lives were not in danger, so he would not take their lives when he came to seek revenge this time.
Whoever did it should step forward and return the favor based on how familiar the two junior brothers were.
The other figure was equally ethereal, with a faint orchid-like aura, a beautiful and radiant appearance, as bright as the autumn moon in the sky, and she was dressed in a clear blue dress, as graceful as a startled swan, with a stunning appearance.
Lu Bei's eyes lit up, and he gave a very high evaluation of the average stuff. He turned to Zhao Wuyou and asked, "Who is that female cultivator in the Mahayana stage with very long legs and slightly sunken breasts? She looks very powerful."
As we all know, Taoist fairies are not known for showing off their sexiness. Without a market, there would be no killing. For example, Bai Jin, Taifu, and the female cultivator in front of him, all have good intentions and are far from being as evil as the witch or as sinful as the demon woman.
Lu Bei was used to hating evil, and seeing that this female cultivator had not done many evil things, he was just a little curious and did not take it to heart.
Zhao Wuyou didn't think so. He organized his words and said, "The white-robed cultivator is called Feng Shangyin. He told Sect Master Lu before that he is the Pavilion Master of Zhenyuan Pavilion. With his support, Gu Zongyan can seize the throne of Xiongchu..."
"This sect master doesn't care about men, what are female cultivators called?"
"… "
No one responded. Lu Bei turned his head and Zhao Wuyou lowered his head to look for the ant.
He spat softly, thinking that it was another rumor that had harmed him. He raised his hand and pinched Zhao Wuyou's cheek, applying a little force.
“It hurts. It hurts.”
"explain!"
She has a graceful figure and is obviously an orthodox Taoist female cultivator. Her name is Shen Ruohai. At first glance, she sounds very charming, but upon closer inspection, she is unfathomable. According to the principle of supplementing what is lacking in the five elements, Lu Bei thinks that her name is very particular.
After listening to Zhao Wuyou's story, Lu Bei wondered, "How strange! She is just a pure and independent cultivator who has not established a sect or any disciples. Why would she get involved in the dispute between Xiong Chu and Xuan Long? Is she a hired thug by the Gu family?"
Zhao Wuyou shook his head and said he didn't know. Soon, the answer came to him.
In the picture shared by the Black-winged Golden-eyed Eagle, Shen Ruohai first saluted Master Zhengqing, and then floated down beside Gu Yuanping. Together with Xinli Jun, the three women made up a perfect show.
Came for my bestie.
"Abbot Zhengqing..."
King Yuanji shook his dizzy head, walked to the old monk with a guilty look on his face, and thanked the senior for saving him from suffering.
As the abbot of Xiongchu Tianwang Temple, King Yuanji also holds the title of king. His status and position are extremely noble. Even so, he has to regard himself as a junior in front of Zhengqing.
Feng Shangyin and Shen Ruohai, who were traveling with them, were doing the same thing, hiding in the dark to watch the show. As soon as Zheng Qing showed up, they took the initiative to step forward and pay their respects.
Xuanlong's side was not bad either. Two white-haired figures, one middle-aged and one old, walked out, and their restrained auras spread out. They were both in the Mahayana realm.
This is Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yixian.
Apart from the Zhao family, there are no other Mahayana cultivators in Xuanlong.
There are various reasons, but if you look into it carefully, it’s all because of the demon race.
Because of the tireless harassment and invasion of the demon tribe, Xuanlong has never been able to calm down and consolidate his foundation. Except for Baimao of the Zhao family who is protected by the golden dragon of luck, few other talented people can live to realize the day of great perfection.
Also because of the demon clan, many sect leaders and grand masters who coveted the spiritual energy of Xuanlong turned around and left, heading elsewhere to look for blessed places, unwilling to leave their legacy in Xuanlong.
The inheritance of a mountain sect requires a stable political situation. In a situation like Xuanlong, where the monks have been mired in war for many years and every monk is a soldier, no matter how abundant the spiritual energy is, it will not attract the favor of a grandmaster.
After a while, Xuanlong's Mahayana period was all white-haired.
But don't mention it, the Mahayana period raised in poor mountains and bad waters is far more powerful than those in other places. Take Zhao Yixian as an example. He has been stationed in Xuanlong for many years and has a low-key reputation. If a real fight breaks out, Feng Shangyin and Shen Ruohai combined may not be his match.
Not to mention Zhao Yan, even though he was seriously injured, King Yuanji could still fight with him for three hundred rounds.
"Old bald donkey, you are here as expected."
Zhao Yanye was the most respected among the white-haired people. He was not surprised by Zheng Qing's arrival. He was quite cold in his words and said sarcastically, "What a pure and innocent person you are. You talk about compassion but you have a lot of thieves and prostitutes in your heart. You are not eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha in Xuantian Temple. Are you planning to fight for the throne for your apprentice?"
"Mr. Zhao has misunderstood. My disciple has already escaped from the world. The throne is like dust on a mirror to him. A gentle touch will wipe it away. I am so happy that I don't have time to go against his will and cause him to have distracting thoughts again."
Zheng Qing clasped his hands together and said with a faint smile, "I have come here for a reason. Donor Zhao knows me and understands me, so why bother asking such a question when you already know the answer?"
"Okay, let's see who's the real deal after we fight!" Zhao Yan also gritted his teeth and spoke.
“No!”
Zheng Qing shook his head slightly: "Donor Zhao is seriously injured and has already decided to die. I dare not fight with you. It is better to ask that evil demon to come forward. With her magic power, she will definitely persuade me to put down my butcher knife."
"Tu Yuan..."
Speaking of the evil demon, Zhao Yan was also stunned. Ordinary cultivators could not see the truth due to their narrow vision and lack of common sense, but he and Zhao Yixian saw it clearly.
The demon who had reached the second level of tribulation suddenly reached the Mahayana level, and his foundation was solid, without any hidden dangers of sudden change, as if he had become a different person overnight.
Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible. Even the greatest opportunity requires a period of sedimentation. The sudden increase in the demon's cultivation level is too outrageous.
But the facts were before their eyes and they had no choice but to believe it.
This is even more strange!
"Abbot, that person is not a demon, but..."
King Yuanji spoke decisively. As the person involved, he had the most say. He glanced at the white-haired man pretending to be stupid and said cautiously, "The leader of the Tianjian Sect, Lu Bei."
Xinli Jun poked his head out.
King Yuanxuan remained calm and pushed the little girl's head back.
It's him! x2
Zhao Yan and Zhao Yixian also nodded. After this explanation, it immediately made sense.
But that's not right either. The Bottle of Two Lives is the magic weapon that connects Tu Yuan's life and death. There is only one of its kind. There is no reason for it to be reborn in Lu Bei's hands. One strike blinded King Yuan Ji's mind and made him forget even his last name.
You must know that King Yuanji holds a relic of Zhengqing. If he wants to take away his mind, it is difficult to do so with ordinary Mahayana magic weapons.
"King Yuanji is worrying too much. That man is indeed a demon. Donor Lu has not yet appeared."
Zheng Qing also had his own explanation. He nodded and smiled faintly, "The evil demon of Chiyun Palace has already reached the Mahayana stage. He has been dormant for many years just to make a stunning debut. This time, the plan should be left to the demon clan, and finally fell on Xiong Chu. One peck and one drink is indeed a foregone conclusion."
Judging from Zheng Qing's words, Xiong Chu is somewhat asking for trouble. He who does too much evil will eventually perish.
This made the monks quite dissatisfied. Due to Zheng Qing's face, they could not speak out. Only Feng Shangyin, who was in the Mahayana stage, frowned and said, "Master Zheng Qing is right. But in my humble opinion, the evil demon has been hiding for many years. Isn't it possible that Xuanlong has other calculations? Even if this game is planned by the demon clan, it will sooner or later fall on the heads of Xiong Chu, Wu Zhou and other countries."
"Master Feng is right."
"A word awakens a person from his dream. It is truly a profound insight."
“That’s brilliant!”
The chatter was full of flattery and worldly air. Zheng Qing couldn't stand it and lowered his head to silently chant the Buddha's name.
Zhao Yanye: “…”
How come he doesn't know about this
The image of Zhao Fangce with a scar on his face and a hideous smile popped up in his mind, and Zhao Yan thought that it was possible.
The question is, after hiding it for so many years, why not continue hiding it
"Donor Zhao, please ask Mo Xiong to come out as soon as possible. Xuanlong and Xiongchu have a long-term friendship, but there are also many grievances. It is difficult to determine the right and wrong. Without a fight, both countries will not be able to swallow this bad breath." Zheng Qing put his hands together. The world around him was difficult to cross, and all the people were not destined to be with him. They were about to wake him up.
You old monk, you just want to be defeated, right
It can be seen that Zheng Qing has no desire to win, and his butt has already tilted to Xuan Long's side. Feng Shangyin stepped out and blocked Zheng Qing: "Master, you are the leader of the Xiongchu cultivation world, how can you make a move easily? It is only right for me to throw a brick to attract jade."
Zheng Qing nodded, stepped back behind the crowd, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite scriptures.
"Zhenyuan Pavilion Feng Shangyin, please give me your guidance."
Feng Shangyin looked at Zhao Yanye intently. He was definitely not picking on the weak. Instead, he believed that the white-haired thief who had beaten his two junior brothers and kidnapped Gu Zongyan was Zhao Yanye.
"snort!"
Suddenly, a passerby snorted coldly, and his white hair stood up from the ground. He stood in front of Feng Shangyin and said righteously and contemptuously: "Niubizi, what's the point of bullying an old man who has one leg in the coffin? Zhao will meet you."
As he spoke, the young man, full of energy and ignorant, took the initiative to release his restrained and condensed aura. He was about to face the fifth heavenly tribulation after transcending the fourth level of tribulation. Because he was afraid of the heavenly tribulation, he suppressed his realm at the great perfection of the fusion stage at this moment.
The future is promising and attracted everyone's attention.
Xuanlong: Who is this person
Xiong Chu: If we don’t kill him soon, Xuanlong will have another Mahayana stage master!
Xinli Jun poked his head out.
Yuanji King: …
Here comes the smell of a stinky fox!
"Well, what a rising star! I will give you some pointers."