Monk Guangji left Bianliang City, and Master Ziyin left with him.
However, they were not the only ones walking on the official road at this time.
The old monk was holding the dog leg meat in one hand and a wine bottle in the other hand, and he was riding on the head of a man with a smile.
The man below was carrying Monk Guangji on his back and was walking hard. His handsome face was fair and heroic, but his expression was numb and his forehead was already shiny.
This brother is none other than Luo Lie, one of the two fiercest men on Liangbo Mountain in the past, the cold-faced Hanqiang Luo Lie, the man who occupied the third position in the Twelve Divine Palace Branch of the Song Dynasty.
However, at this time, he did not have the same glory as before. He was driven on the head by Monk Guangji like an animal. In addition to enduring Guangji's powerful supernatural powers, he also had to endure the strange looks of others along the way.
At first, he was really ashamed and angry, and wanted to pull the old monk down and fight to death all the time.
It's just that the old monk is so powerful that even Luo Lie, a master who has just entered the Martial God Realm, can't withstand a big fight from him.
Along the way, whenever Luo Lie disobeyed, Monk Guangji would pull a handful of his hair. If he still didn't obey, he would pull another handful.
As a result, this handsome man was turned bald. He slowly gave up on himself along the way and just silently carried the old monk along the way.
How to abandon oneself specifically? Just like when Monk Guangji entered Bianliang, Luo Lie was thrown outside the city, but he did not escape.
Behind Luo Lie, there was a little monk. This little monk was carrying a basket with a purple cloth strip tied on it. It looked quite good-looking.
Compared with Luo Lie, the young monk's treatment was much better. Although there were a lot of things in the basket, it was still much better than being ridden on the head by a man.
This little monk was one of the group of children who killed passers-by in the Jiecheng pit. He had been buried alive by Zhu Heng, and then dug out by Monk Guangji.
The old monk took two young "monks" with him, but the one led by Ziyin Zhenren was much simpler.
The old Taoist priest was walking, holding a leather rope in his hand, and behind the leather rope was leading a strong big green cow.
The big green cow seems to be quite energetic, and its hair is green and smooth. If Xie Changyuan is here, he will definitely recognize it. This big green cow is the cow he lost at the border of the Song Dynasty, because the big green cow got lost.
He also compensated the owner a sum of money, but unexpectedly the cow was picked up by Ziyin Zhenren.
But I have to say that the combination of seasoned Taoism and green cattle goes well together.
As they walked, the old monk asked.
"What do you think of Taoist Priest Ziyin, Xie Changyuan?"
As soon as Xie Changyuan said these three words, Master Ziyin had no reaction, but Luo Lie's pupils had quietly shrunk, and a hint of excitement finally flashed across his numb face.
Apparently the owner of this name had cast a considerable shadow on him.
Hearing this, Master Ziyin snorted.
"Xie Changyuan is a talented person, but it's a pity that his murderous intention is too strong and his karma is too deep. In the end, he cannot follow the right path."
Although the old man was unhappy, he had to admit that Xie Changyuan was indeed a talent, but there was a hint of regret in his words.
During the battle of Bianliang City, Xie Changyuan entered the east gate alone, killing all three thousand defenders at the city gate, and then killed nearly a thousand more imperial guards at Xuanshentai.
It only took less than a day for one person to kill a thousand people. Such a heinous crime would cause someone to be thrown into eighteen levels of hell and never be reincarnated in the eyes of his family.
Master Ziyin once quietly opened his eyes to observe Xie Changyuan. At that time, the scene he saw was the only one he had ever seen in his life.
He saw a raging fire of karma burning behind Xie Changyuan. The fire of karma is not the substance, but exists with a person's soul, symbolizing the sins a person carries.
Everyone has karmic fire. The more serious the sin, the deeper the karmic fire. No matter how much the karmic fire of ordinary people is, it will only spread around the shoulders, but Xie Changyuan's karmic fire rises from the ground and almost reaches the sky.
Tens of thousands of karma! How could it be like this if it wasn't burdened with tens of thousands of lives?
Monk Guangji nodded.
"Xie Changyuan has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. With his nature of using evil to fight evil, he is very suitable for following the cultivation methods of my Zen Buddhism Fudo Myoyo line. It's a pity, it's a pity. His past experience was too cruel. If it were an ordinary person, he would not even have hope of living.
Everything was lost, but he crawled back from hell."
Guangji raised his head and looked at the western sky. At this time, the dark clouds had dispersed, the sun was slowly setting in the west, and the setting sun was like blood. Such a beautiful scenery was full of loneliness and twilight, just like the declining Eastern Land.
he sighed.
"Xie Changyuan has never had any righteousness in his heart, and expelling the foreigners is just a high-sounding excuse. What he really wants to do is to avenge himself and go south to fight to the death with the Twelve Divine Palaces, in order to comfort the 50,000 Qin soldiers who died in vain."
The old monk's heart is like a clear mirror, and he has completely seen through Xie Changyuan's heart. Even if there are some things that Xie Changyuan only thinks in his heart, he still cannot hide them from this Zen Living Buddha.
Master Ziyin seemed to agree with what the old monk said. He reached out and stroked his long silver beard and said with emotion.
"Xie Changyuan received your enlightenment, and his understanding of martial arts is no longer what it used to be. I still don't understand how he overcame the defect of damaged meridians and forcibly practiced Tiyun Kung. If he can meet him again in the future,
The famous master may really become a huge threat to the Twelve Divine Palaces. Even if he cannot become a great master, he will at least be a hero who will be remembered forever for the Eastern Continent."
The two fell silent and walked forward in silence, as if they had no intention of saying goodbye.
The first person to break the silence was an unexpected person.
Luo Lie carried Monk Guangji on his back all the way. At first, he would exchange curses with the old monk, but when his energy was completely worn away, he has not spoken to him for several months.
He asked suddenly.
"Cultivation practitioners in the Eastern Earth Changsheng Continent have been aware of the phenomenon of spiritual energy depletion hundreds of years ago. They are also aware of the rise of the Western Continent and also know that a colonial war is about to start. But why didn't they take countermeasures earlier? Did our ancestors all
Didn’t you leave any defense for future generations?”
This is Luo Lie's question.
The Western Continent used the Twelve Divine Palaces as the vanguard to invade the Eastern Territory, blasting open the gate of the Eastern Territory with absolute strength, and took root in this ancient continent, attempting to replace Buddhism and Taoism as the largest religion, and then welcome the landing of the Western armies.
This is not a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy put into action. It is a fact known to all Dongtu people.
However, in the face of this conspiracy, except for the Jiangdong Martial League who resisted at the beginning, the other major sects in the south actually chose to surrender without a fight, took the initiative to lower their noble heads, and recognized the Bishop of the Twelve Shrines.
status, the dignified immortal cultivators thus became slaves.
Following the general trend, a torrent of surrender quickly spread from south to north. Now, except for a few countries such as the Seven Northern Kingdoms and the Great Song Dynasty, the entire Changsheng Continent has completely fallen and has become the territory of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
This is a great tragedy. The Eastern Continent, which has a splendid civilization for thousands of years, actually surrendered to the Western Continent with a history of hundreds of years. I wonder if the ancestors who ascended to heaven to become gods in ancient times knew about this and would they do anything for it.
Looking up to the sky and sighing?
Luo Lie may not be bad in nature, but he is just a poor man who is at the mercy of his brother.
On Liangbo Mountain, the eldest brother Lu Heng wanted to surrender, and the second brother Qin Wu also wanted to surrender. As the third oldest brother, he naturally had no choice but to surrender.
Of course, it was not that he had never done anything harmful to nature, but he, Luo Lie, was unwilling to be a lackey for a bunch of foreign barbarians.
So today, he couldn't help but ask this question.
It was rare that Monk Guangji did not slap him. Perhaps because the question Luo Lie asked was quite serious, he suppressed his playful smile and fell into deep thought.
This question was not something he could answer casually.
Monk Guangji didn't say anything, but Master Ziyin did.
He snorted coldly.
"Who said our ancestors didn't leave behind any backup? As far as I know, there was an unparalleled genius nine hundred years ago. Her qualifications were extremely high. She was once praised as 'born to be an immortal'. She was only twenty years old.
She entered the golden elixir realm, and then she broke through two realms in just ten years. She was only one step away from entering the realm of terrestrial gods. If it were not limited by the environment of heaven and earth, she would have left through the air and transformed into an immortal.
Already."
He paused and then said.
"This peerless genius is a woman. She has been practicing for a hundred years and realizes that she has no hope of becoming an immortal. She has also noticed that the Western Continent is about to move. In order to leave a guarantee for future generations, she created her own nine-turn magic technique of reincarnation and took the initiative to save the reincarnation.
, accumulate the results of each life's practice, and when the ninth life is reincarnated, the nine cultivation levels will be combined into one, and then you can try to attack the realm of land gods and become the most powerful guardian of the Eastern Continent."
After finishing speaking, Master Ziyin pinched the nine palaces with his hand and moved his thumb back and forth on the nine joints of the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and three fingers.
Then he said.
"Calculating the time, it is already her eighth life practice. I believe that in another hundred years, she will be able to wait for her nine lives to be unified!"
Monk Guangji suddenly realized something, seemed to have remembered something, and immediately asked.
"The unparalleled genius that the Taoist priest mentioned is the legendary ninth-turn goddess?"
Zhenren Ziyin "is the goddess of nine revolutions."
It should have been a very exciting thing to know that there is a peerless strong man in the world who is working hard to practice and resist foreign invaders, but Luo Lie didn't seem to have any reaction, and looked even more puzzled.
"But there is no record of such a person walking in the world in the history books. Legends are just legends after all, and they are lies."
He added.
"If she is real, how come all the major sects in the south surrendered?"
Yes, when the major sects in the south know that a strong support is secretly building up their strength, they should have sufficient confidence. Unless they suffered a major blow before, they will have no confidence in this legendary Nine.
The goddess of heaven lost hope.
Monk Guangji gave the answer to this point.
"Jiangdong Wumeng, have you heard of it?"
Luo Lie nodded.
"I've heard that it was established in the East China Sea almost ten years ago and was the first organization in the Changsheng Continent to stand up and openly oppose the Twelve Divine Palaces."
Monk Guangji asked.
"Then do you know what kind of organization this is?"
Luo Lie shook his head.
The old monk said.
"Jiangdong Wumeng is a huge force led by the rising star of Jiangdong, the Chi family, who convenes all the major sects in the six surrounding counties and recruits heroes from all over the world to participate. Among them, the leader is Chishui, the first generation head of the Chi family.
The peak powerhouse of the third level Martial God is also assisted by his younger brother Chishan Chifeng and a female Chixia. These three are inherited from the second level Martial God. The Buddhist and Taoist sects also sent a group of powerful masters to help, among which
There are no less than five people in the Nascent Soul Realm and no less than fifteen people in the Golden Core Realm."
One is a third-level Martial God, three are second-level Martial Gods, in addition there are five Nascent Souls and fifteen Golden Pills, and there are many other experts with profound Taoist skills to help out. Such a gorgeous lineup is simply the best match in the world!
Among this group of people, there are naturally masters from various sects that have surrendered to the Twelve Divine Palaces.
Looking at the Eastern Continent, I am afraid that no organization or sect can have such resources. This shows how powerful the Jiangdong Martial League was when it was established!
Even Luo Lie was shocked. He knew about the existence of Jiangdong Martial League, but he didn't know that this organization had so many masters!
He wondered.
"Since there were so many experts helping out, why did it still fail?"
Monk Guangji said the Buddha's name, his cloudy eyes became deep and heavy, and he spoke after a while.
"I don't know the specifics. I was not present at the time, monk. It was my senior brother Guangtong, the abbot of Daitianlong Temple, who went to the Jiangdong Martial League to help. After he left, he never came back until the Jiangdong Martial League was destroyed.
, I think he should have died in that war."
Monk Guangji had a look of compassion on his face.
"Pindao knows what happened at that time, because I was in the Jiangdong Martial League back then."