Descending from the Heavens: Comments on the Top Ten Myths of Martial Arts Chapter 177 The grandmaster blocking the road cries about the old man! Meng Qi: Xie Xiaofeng save me!
Chapter 177 The grandmaster blocking the road cries about the old man! Meng Qi: Xie Xiaofeng save me!
Outside the light curtain!
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Quicksand concentration.
In a certain inn.
After Meng Qi finished chatting with the innkeeper, he suddenly noticed that the master's face was not right. Normally, except when he praised himself and Zhenhui, he would be melancholy and depressed. But at this time, his face was as dark as water, without any trace of melancholy. "Master, do you know the 'Crying Old Man'?" Meng Qi could only guess this.
Hearing this, Xuan Bei looked at the tea cup in his hand and said with emotion: "The crying old man, whose real name is unknown, is a master at the peak of the location. He is active in Longxi of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Sea of Death and the God Burial Desert. He is ranked 33rd on the land list.
The techniques he specializes in are the "Kung Sand Magic Kung Fu" and "The Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Soul", which can be said to be the most ferocious and stubborn."
"So awesome..."
Meng Qi is no longer a young monk with limited knowledge. He will not hear that he is only ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking. He feels that crying for an old man is nothing. You must know that there are only ten Dharma-tall people on the Heavenly Ranking, even if you include the hidden world.
, a master who has escaped from the world, or is not famous, the crying old man is also one of the top sixty scary people in the world.
When Xuan Bei saw the waiter going to greet others, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "My master's face must have been ugly just now, right?"
"Master, do you have a grudge against the crying old man?" Zhenhui hit the nail on the head and had no consciousness of covering up for the Master.
Meng Qi secretly laughed, luckily he had a stupid junior brother, otherwise it would be difficult for him to ask questions.
Xuan Bei looked at the floating tea with a few tea leaves, and the melancholy on his face suddenly became thicker, and he said: "My teacher is commonly known as Tang Zhan. He is considered a top master on the Ganlong Road. He is only one step away from becoming a master. At that time,
, as a teacher, he hated evil as much as his enemy. Once when he was escorting a friend to the [Burial Mountain] where the Vajra Temple is located, he casually killed a lewd thief who had raped and killed many chivalrous women."
"Unexpectedly, the adulterer had a good master called [Master Tianhuang]. He couldn't defeat his master, and he was not angry that his disciple was killed. He actually attacked his master Zhuangzi before he returned to Ganlong Road.
After killing all the old, weak, women and children, only an old servant escaped with his master and his two young sons, and went all the way west to look for his master. Unfortunately, he was caught up before entering the vast sea..."
He spoke calmly, with no fluctuation in his tone, but Meng Qi somehow heard the deep loneliness and deep-seated hatred in it.
"After I learned about this, I really felt a sense of disillusionment, as if I had been awakened from a thirty-five-year dream. I was filled with hatred and the fire of revenge burned my heart. However, [Master Tianhuang] also had a good master."
"Crying old man?" If Meng Qi hadn't guessed this, he would have read so many novels in vain.
Xuan Bei nodded lightly: "After being patient for a few years, I finally got the opportunity and killed the whole family of [Master Tianhuang]. After that, I was chased by [Crying Old Man] all the way into the hinterland of the Central Plains. Fortunately, I was favored by the abbot and guided him.
Only when you enter Buddhism as a teacher will you become stable, so if you encounter a crying old man or his disciples in the future, remember to be careful."
There are no ups and downs, and no cruel scenes. Xuan Bei seems to be talking about other people's affairs.
After eating, the group left the inn.
On the north side of [Quick Sand Collection], there is a small hill facing the vast sea. The sun and wind blow, and the rocks are gradually exposed and covered with gravel. In some places, they are even dark brown, smooth and hard, which makes people feel weird.
A terrible feeling.
On the other side of the hill, underground rivers flowed, trees grew everywhere, and there was a breath of spring. There was an oasis at the foot of the hill, where the nearby herdsmen graze their animals. It was evening, and they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly on the mountain road with their master. At the same time, Xuan Bei was also introducing the [Crying Old Man] to the two disciples!
After martial arts reaches the [outdoor scene], you need to cross three heavenly ladders, so there will be a qualitative change every third heaven. Once you break through, your strength will be far stronger than before, and it is the realm that is overwhelming.
Among them, the seventh, eighth, and ninth heavens in the exterior scenes are collectively called "grandmasters". They are completely different from "grandmasters" like Duan Xiangfei, Cui Xu, and others. The strong men in the fourth, fifth, and sixth heavens in the exterior scenes are called "extreme masters."
, the first, second and third heavens are "first-class masters".
Above the peak of the exterior scene, there is another level, which is the half-step dharma body, which is also a qualitative change, and is called the "grand master", while the half-step exterior scene is considered a "second-rate master".
Nine orifices open at the same time is "third-rate", six orifices, seven orifices, or eight orifices are "four-rate", two orifices, and four orifices are "ordinary".
Below the level of enlightenment, depending on the amount of Qi stored and the level of martial arts, it is called "nine-rate or un-rate". When Meng Qi exchanged for the iron cloth shirt, Jiang Zhiwei would joke that he was a less-rate master.
While listening, Meng Qi carefully wrote down the characteristics of Yanshi's car and Zeroju so that he could avoid them in advance.
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Meng Qi, who had just walked to the middle of the quicksand, had dark gold flowing on his skin. He locked his body and soul, looking like an Arhat, but the dark gold luster became increasingly dim, like a candle in the strong wind that would be extinguished at any time.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to calm down. Only now did he realize that the power of the outdoor scene was as terrifying as a natural disaster!
On the top of the hill, Xuan Bei was playing dark gold rosary beads and chanting sutras in a low voice. Waves of glazed light emitted from his hands, making most of the peak look like a pure land of Buddhism.
As the crying old man took the shot with his palm, the innocent souls came in one after another, like a torrential black current, screaming and vanishing into thin air above the glazed light, and biting the glazed light into pieces from time to time.
Xuan Bei's face was neither happy nor angry, he was unhurried, he just looked at the crying old man, his voice seemed to echo in his heart:
"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical skills and chose "Moko Subduing Demon Fist" which lacked important scriptures?"
The crying old man's eyes focused, he raised his right palm, pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the ghosts of the victims became more invisible and insubstantial, as if they were walking between yin and yang, making it impossible to resist them. p>
After Xuan Bei finished speaking, one of the beads on the Buddhist beads he moved in his hand turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched it out.
This fist seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, free from dust.
There was a golden light surrounding him, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the peak, with a hazy void behind him.
In the void, ferocious evil ghosts and ghosts surrounded a golden lotus platform with peaceful expressions. On top of the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva, with a face full of mercy and pity for the world. In his palm, there was a constantly flowing breath of life and death, like a black and white color.
The wheel treasure contains the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.
The face of this Bodhisattva changed vaguely, and finally reached its peak with Xuanbei's fist, revealing the same appearance as him, except that one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was compassionate and solemn!
The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of clouds and thunder suddenly echoed in the void:
"After today, for hundreds of thousands of billions of eons, there will be a world, all hells, and the three evil realms. All sentient beings are suffering from sins. I vow to rescue them from the hell realms, beasts, hungry ghosts, and all the retribution for these sins."
Buddha, then I will achieve enlightenment."
"Until hell is empty, I vow not to become a Buddha; only when all sentient beings are saved can I realize Bodhi."
There were bursts of Zen sounds, the Buddha's light was shining brightly, and the evil ghosts who came had lost their viciousness and malice, their faces became peaceful, and they disappeared into the air.
The wind and sand stopped, and there were chants of Buddhist scriptures at the foot of the mountain. The clumps of withered hay gradually turned green, and the undercurrents rumbled. The skins of the mummified herdsmen, cattle and sheep slowly became fuller, and the black souls that flew out returned to their bodies.
The breath of life is full.
This dry and cracked land is once again as stable as before, and the lost souls on the quicksand have escaped from the "hell", feeling confused and scared.
In the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who was cursing, had a look of surprise on her face, and whispered to herself: "Is there really anyone who has practiced "Moko Demon Subduing Fist" to this extent?"
Under this breath of life and the glazed Buddha's light, the precarious Meng Qi finally got rid of the influence of the "Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls", and the dark gold flowing on his skin no longer dimmed and became pure again.
Looking at the scene in front of him that walked between life and death, Meng Qi couldn't help but thought in amazement: "I'm afraid this is already a magical trick!"
Moko's Demon-Conquering Fist, explore the cycle of life and death!
The crying old man was defeated by one move. He raised his head and roared, his voice penetrated into the sky, piercing his body and soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell.
Black energy rose around him, as if hell had opened up and the ghosts were out of control.
Then, he turned the sky upside down with one palm and slapped it down from the head. The "Eighteen Beats of the Wrong Soul" is the "door of hell is closed"!
Xuanbei and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, their fists seem to be holding seals, and they strike out again, "Saving all sentient beings" in the "Moko Subduing Demon Fist"!
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Meng Qi looked back and saw a vast expanse of gravel surrounding the hill. The black air and Buddha's light were constantly intertwining, and it seemed difficult to tell the winner for a moment.
He knew that with his own strength, not to mention helping his master, he might not be able to get close to the mountain, but would become a burden. However, the younger junior brother was alone in the inn, doing things in a daze, inexperienced, and could not handle it well.
It would lead to death, so he temporarily gave up his plan to "escape from Shaolin" and prepared to return to the inn to join his junior brother.
Under normal circumstances, I would not feel any guilt for escaping, but the situation at this time was special. After all, I had a close relationship with my junior brother, so how could I not help him?
Moreover, Meng Qi didn't want to admit it but knew very well that if there were other enemies, if the crying old man had the upper hand again, and the nightmare scene of being dehydrated and soul-sucking reappeared, then the inn would be the safest place.
There is, after all, a Qu Jiuniang who appears to be on location.
Meng Qi had to admit that seeking protection and rescuing his junior brother each accounted for half of the reason why he returned to the inn.
"Wait a minute! Exterior combat power?"
"It seems that I have a sword energy stored by the sword god Xie Xiaofeng in my body?"
At this moment, Meng Qi seemed to have thought of something. The dimness in his eyes quickly receded, replaced by a reassuring smile.
I almost forgot that Meng Qi is also a time traveler with this kind of plug-in.
Thinking like this, Xie Xiaofeng's warning words couldn't help but appear in Meng Qi's mind.
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"I have just injected a sword energy into your body. Once you are in danger, this sword energy can temporarily give you one-third of my power."
"The power of one sword can kill any strong person in the first-class realm (exterior scene, First Level Heaven)."
"Or, you can also use this sword energy to temporarily possess the power of a half-step outdoor scene."