This is a vast sacred pure land, with rolling ancient mountains and vast lakes containing countless things.
The stream of light is cleansing, the clouds and water are clear, the pavilions and buildings are looming in the clouds, and the gorgeous and exquisite cornices and brackets are occasionally exposed. The cranes flutter their wings in the depths of the mist, and their chirps pierce the mountains and lakes, which are extremely clear.
Looking down from the highest point in the sky, the entire vast pure land of creation is surrounded by ivy, surrounded by lakes and mountains, and surrounded by flying islands, just like a jade plate riding dew. It is indescribably majestic, magnificent, and natural.
now.
Under the ivy that stretched up the sky, after the Taoist in gray clothes smiled and asked questions to the left and right, the surroundings that were still slightly noisy suddenly fell silent.
Taoists wearing green robes, jade belts, and graceful sleeves stood around the ivy. They were just breathing normally, and the two long lines of breath from their mouths and noses were like white dragons, moving freely and freely.
The spiritual energy rises and falls like snakes and pythons, and the essences of mountains and lakes move with their movements. Even if these Taoists standing respectfully do not move, they are always causing strange phenomena in the world. This is the ultimate expression of the Vajra Realm, and it is even rarer.
The realm of Taoism!
"Since he is the Master of Divine Foot Power, he cannot stay."
After a moment of silence, a handsome and contented Taoist man spoke. He first gave the man in gray under the ivy a deep smile, and then spoke respectfully:
"We have long-standing grudges with the Nanchan Sect. My disciples believe that we should use thunderous means to kill him and completely wipe out the troubles for thousands of years!"
The Taoist who spoke out smiled solemnly, and a ball of mysterious energy above his head surged like a tidal wave, making a roaring sound that shook thousands of mountains and valleys in response.
"As you said, that's exactly what it should be."
The Taoist in gray under the ivy, who is also the master of Qingshen Temple, Luo Yuanzhen, nodded slightly, with a sign of agreement between his eyebrows: "Since the grudge between the two families cannot be resolved, we should use thunderous means to end it once and for all!"
"Disciple is willing to serve Guanmen!" The Taoist who spoke first was instantly overjoyed, and the mysterious energy above his head became more and more violent, vaguely involving the flow of the earth and the sky:
"My disciple is willing to go to that wilderness and pluck the head of the ignorant monk with my own hands to repay my teacher's kindness!"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
Everyone immediately responded and asked for help. Some frowned and regretted why they didn't take the lead and answer first. But in the midst of the chaos, there was a person in the corner who calmly shook his head.
It was a young Taoist priest in a green Taoist uniform and wide-sleeved hemp shoes. His eyes were bright and lively, like electricity when they opened and closed, and his whole body was filled with clouds, giving him a sense of being spotless and trance-like.
"Rain light."
Luo Yuanzhen, who had always had a smile on his face, suddenly spoke. He knocked his knuckles to suppress all sounds.
In the complete silence, Luo Yuanzhen looked at the young Taoist who shook his head just now, and asked warmly: "Why did you shake your head just now? What's the reason?"
"I just have a doubt."
Yu Deng was stunned for a moment, then bowed respectfully and spoke truthfully:
"Since he is a Dharma master with supernatural powers and a true Buddha, how come there are no monks to protect him? According to my humble opinion, even a few life treasures are not enough. This kind of energy that can last for thousands of years should be deep in the pure land.
He was well cared for and taught by immortals himself, for fear that one might accidentally die young.
How can you walk down the mountain with such arrogance?"
"What are you worried about?"
"Disciple is worried that this is a conspiracy. The two parties are deliberately deceiving and taking the opportunity to carry out an ambush." Yu Deng lowered his head and said, "Please tell me, teacher, that this matter must be guarded against."
The person who sent the message of the mysterious foot was none other than a family from Nanzheng.
Yu Deng had never heard any information about Shen Zu Tong before. Although he saw the power of Shen Zu Tong with his own eyes through the water mirror, he still couldn't let go of his doubts for a long time.
"You, like Guang Hui, are both suspicious people."
Luo Yuanzhen suddenly laughed and raised his sleeves.
At this moment, the ancient green vines supporting the sky slowly shook, and branches like horned dragons hung down from the clouds, dropping a small green-skinned gourd.
The disciples looked at Luo Yuanzhen in confusion as he picked the gourd and played with it in his hands, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"It's common for disciples to travel down the mountain, and it's common for them to kill each other. It's just a matter of success or failure. As far as I know, Wu Ming has already cultivated the magic foot power, and he is considered to be extraordinary in the attainments of the pure heaven and human body.
It was just that Guanghui tried his best to hide it, and not even the abbot of Vajra Temple knew about it..."
Luo Yuanzhen looked down at the green gourd in his hand. The lines like fish and insects spread strangely on the gourd, like those incomplete murals mottled by weathering in ancient gods:
"Guang Hui, you are quite clever."
"In the Vajra Temple..." After a moment of silence, Yu Deng said hesitantly: "Is there anyone watching the door?"
"nature."
The rain lamp trembled, then silently retreated.
"Originally, what Anzi discovered was that Monk Wu Ming had great attainments in the heavenly body. But I didn't expect that the Nanzheng family's area was actually found deeper."
Luo Yuanzhen said calmly: "By mistake, I used those little snakes from Wusheng Mansion as a vanguard, and I actually managed to find Master Shenzutong in front of the Vajra Temple. What do you think -"
He spread his hands and smiled: "Isn't it my destiny?"
“Wan Zhen Dong Jian!!!”
All the disciples bowed their heads and praised in unison.
"You kill him for me."
In a state of confusion, Yu Deng, whose mind was in chaos, reached out in panic and took the green-skinned gourd thrown by Luo Yuanzhen.
However, the two palm-sized green gourds were as heavy as a mountain when they were purchased!
The lightning in Yu Deng's eyes almost burst out. He groaned, and his body was pressed down. The dense clouds all over his body shone brightly, igniting all his essence, and he could barely hold up the small green-skinned gourd.
"teacher……"
A look of horror appeared on Yu Deng's face, but he stopped talking.
Qingtian Teng is the guardian deity of Qingshen Temple. It has already developed spiritual wisdom, just like a perfect person.
This old vine was planted by the first generation Qingshen temple master. It has gone through thousands of years. In the long years from the Middle Ages to the present, the magical power has long been incalculable and profound.
And in such a long period of time, the total number of gourds produced by the Qingtian Vine can only be counted on three hands. Each gourd is the result of the combination of celestial phenomena and earthly energy, and the great effort and hard work of nourishing it.
Yu Deng vaguely sensed that if he sacrificed this green-skinned gourd, even a monk who was a level higher than him would be robbed, beaten to ashes, and his soul turned into mud!
"Yudeng, I have always had high hopes for you, don't let my love go to waste."
Luo Yuanzhen gave a light scold, and the entire pure land shook together, and the light intertwined in the void, and a huge domain gate emerged.
Inside the domain gate is a strange and strange scene, with rows of houses and buildings, and a stream of people, making it very noisy.
It was a prosperous city, with nine roads and three cities, and ten feet of soft red.
"I have connected the gates of the two regions. Now you can transfer to Taizhou, then go to that no-man's land to find Monk Wuming and take off his head."
Luo Yuanzhen sat cross-legged under the old vine again, with a ball of green energy floating above his head, manifesting the sound of distant chanting and worship, and fell into meditation:
"Yu Deng will be the leader of the team this time. After the event is completed, I will personally go to Manzheng to bring you back for a visit."
The gate of the domain was changing like water waves, and the scenes inside were hazy and scattered. The rain lamp held the green gourd in his hand and he was stunned for a long time, his eyes were dull, as if he couldn't believe it. It wasn't until someone pushed him that he suddenly woke up.
"Disciple, please obey the law!"
Yu Deng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and bowed to the ground with a trembling voice. He was helpless to pay homage.
"Follow the law!"
All the disciples also bowed together.
Divine rainbows were set up one after another, and the escaping light rose up. They disappeared into the domain gate like a flock of birds throwing themselves into the forest. After a few breaths, after all the Taoists entered, the domain gate in the void shook slightly, and then suddenly collapsed.
…
The cyan halo soared into the sky, turning the low-altitude clouds into a bright blue color, like precious jade.
The ancient divine vine reaches up to the sky and reaches down to the earth. Its leaves are larger than stone mountains. It stirs up endless divine clouds and circulates dense energy. And below the divine vine, a Taoist in gray clothes sits cross-legged in the void, with a majestic appearance.
His Niwan Palace was filled with green Qi, and the sound of chanting sutras and sacrificial sounds came and went. It was so majestic that it made this Taoist look like the lord of all things and the source of Qi Dao.
"Why don't you take action yourself?"
The leaves of the vines swayed, and an extremely old voice sounded slowly. Luo Yuanzhen opened his eyes and saw the face of an old man quietly emerging from the vines:
"As a Venerable Humanity Master, even if you have mastered the divine foot power, I'm afraid that the ignorant monk will not be able to escape."
In the endless light, Qingtian Vine has already developed spiritual wisdom and is proficient in Xuan Kung. To him, words are just as trivial as shaking leaves.
"If I diverted to Taizhou in person, the noise would be too great and it would only alert the enemy." Luo Yuanzhen shook his head: "I won't really take action until the last moment."
"Don't let your success fall short of success."
Lao Teng sighed: "Let's talk about other things. Did what you told me last time have any results?"
"...There is no result. This kind of abnormal movement has never happened in thousands of years."
Luo Yuanzhen frowned, showing a rare look of confusion.
He stretched out his hand helplessly, and a speck of light flew out from the Niwan Palace, and then suddenly appeared in the void and turned into an umbrella.
Hunyuan Umbrella——
This umbrella is made of pearls, including emerald, emerald seal, emerald green, night pearl, dust-proof pearl, fire-proof pearl, water-proof pearl, cooling-reducing pearl, nine-curved pearl, beauty-fixing pearl, and wind-fixing pearl.
The pearls are pierced into the four characters "carrying the universe". When this umbrella is opened, the sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the moon is dark. Turning around, the universe is shaking, and the four poles are flying.
"I don't know why, but this real weapon, which has been sacrificed and refined by successive masters of our Qingshen Temple for countless years, has become increasingly restless and restless in recent years..."
Luo Yuanzhen put his hand on the umbrella, and a layer of red clouds immediately emerged, leaving nothing behind, burning all his fingers.
"Under the sun." Luo Yuanzhen smiled bitterly: "Is there such a bizarre thing?"
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The yellow wind was blowing, and the red field was devastated. Among the corpses lying on the ground, Mr. Gongyang showed an unbelievable look of horror. The figure of the young monk was clearly reflected in his contracted pupils.
Divine Foot Power!!!
Perfect and complete, it can make the mind travel wherever sentient beings in the ten directions go without losing concentration. This is the six divine transformations, this is Tathagata Zen!
"It seems..." Mr. Gongyang looked at the corpses lying on the ground, shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid this time I suffered a disaster."
"What?" Taoist Fei Xuan was at a loss and didn't understand what he meant.
"The assassins from Wusheng Mansion were appointed to attack the poor monk." The pure light on Wuming's body dimmed, and he silently clasped his hands together: "I'm afraid this interception will never stop."
"What?!" Taoist Fei Xuan screamed strangely, and Pang Qing staggered over from a distance holding his injured body. Even the few knights behind him were silent.
"I have sent a message to Taizhou, but I don't have time to wait for them to arrive." Pang Qing glanced at Wu Ming complexly, then quietly narrowed his eyes, and took the lead in speaking before Taoist Fei Xuan asked.
"I also sent a message to the Vajra Temple, but in a short while..." Wu Ming shook his head, and the result was self-evident.
"Why?" Taoist Feixuan turned his head in confusion and looked at Mr. Gongyang blankly: "This...why is this?"
"The interception and killing were planned in advance, and it was all about using one's extraordinary powers to deal with those who were unable to catch up intentionally or unintentionally." Mr. Gongyang explained briefly, and then he hoped to turn to Wu Ming:
"Now that Master has mastered Shenzu Tong, can he move us back to Taizhou? Once in Taizhou, in full view of the public, no one will dare to do it again!"
An unruly mind can move the ten dharma realms!
Now, the only hope in Mr. Gongyang's heart is the supernatural power that is right in front of him!
"It's too far, and there are too many people..." Wu Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm afraid the poor monk is not strong enough."
The male sheep's face froze and he didn't speak for a long time.
"At this moment, there is only one way to survive." In the dead silence, a voice suddenly sounded slowly, and Mr. Gongyang was shocked and raised his head.
"Lianhuaxu is already under this landline, right? After entering the wretched land of Lianhuaxu, even if the field is chaotic, it can be considered a favorable location."
Wu Ming turned around and said, "I have informed my mentor. Once we avoid these killings, whether it is the arrival of the King Kong Temple or the Yan family, we can resolve this disaster."
Mr. Gongyang and Pang Qing's expressions changed at first, then looked at each other, and finally nodded helplessly.
At the moment, this is indeed the last choice...
Taoist Fei Xuan on the side had a dull look in his eyes. He suddenly came to his senses after Pang Qing pulled his sleeves.
"Although Lotus Ruins is underground, the correct portal will not be found until the clear yang and turbidity of the Three Empresses meet and the water lung rises!"
After listening to the retelling, Feixuan Taoist said with a mournful face: "If I go to the earth line now, I can't get in."
"The magical foot power can probably break it open."
"..."
"Then that's all!" Mr. Gongyang said.
The still-living knights of the Yan family began to collect the corpses. Mr. Gongyang offered a silver bottle and put Song Chi and Zhang Yan, who were stunned to death, into their magic weapons. Taoist Feixuan struggled to release the compass and began to try to anchor the earth veins.
, looking for the portal.
Among the chaotic figures, Wu Ming accidentally caught a glimpse of the small figure covering his nose in the corner of the crowd.
Her forehead was inexplicably bruised and swollen, as if she had been hit by a flying stone, and there were blood stains on her face. At this time, she panicked and covered her nose with her hands, as if the nosebleeds could not be stopped no matter what.
So small.
She is still so young, even younger than Xiaoqiu...
So many people have died, and aren’t these bad karma all caused by yourself?
Wu Ming felt astringent in his heart, laughed to himself, and then walked over.
The nosebleeds won’t stop!
Xie Fanjing desperately covered her nose with her hands, feeling a little dizzy.
She wanted to hold her head up. She heard many people say that if you tilt your head back, the noses would stop bleeding. Although she didn't know the reason, Xie Fanjing thought she could give it a try.
Suddenly.
My eyes seemed to be getting dark.
The young monk stood under the light, blocking the light. His white clothes seemed to have turned into a halo that was both real and illusory, blurred in the light.
He leaned down silently, looked level with himself, and then tore off a clean corner of his sleeve robe.
"Don't worry, I've cultivated Shenzu Tong, they can't catch up."
The white cloth was wiped on the face, and the silent face was so close that you could hear the sound of breathing.
Xie Fanjing stared blankly at the monk who was so close, and looked at his eyes. There were so many things in those eyes, so deep, so bright, and so far away, just like the wildly growing forest on a dark hill.
Cover the sky.
She thought she had never seen through his eyes, not before and now.
"Don't be afraid."
After a moment of silence, she heard someone say in the light: "I will protect you."
