Chapter 193: The Three Teachings of Mind and Dharma Finally Unite
The next day, Yujing City, Hongluyuan.
Zhao Chongyin stood at the door of the courtyard, sniffing the pungent smell of blood and frowning.
Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of Rites, and Wang Yangyu, the Minister of Honglu Academy, stood aside with serious expressions on their faces. No one expected to receive such shocking news so early in the morning.
King Mujin and Zong Zhengyuan were actually killed late at night. The most important thing is that no one knew about it yet, and they were discovered in the morning.
Surrounded by dozens of Houjin masters, such as Sangkao Yi, their expressions were extremely ugly.
In addition, there was a man wearing a black cloak standing outside the door.
The man was about forty years old, and his face was as indifferent as water. Every time he looked at him, he felt like he was being stared at by a tiger or beast, and his heart beat rapidly.
After a while, Bai Jing walked over cautiously and said: "They are dead. Both Dharma King Mujin and Zong Zhengyuan had their throats sealed with a sword."
"Seal the throat with a sword?"
Zhao Chongyin's frown deepened.
Zong Zhengyuan's cultivation may not be high, but at least he has the realm of two. The cultivation of King Mujin is a master of two qi. Although he was severely injured by the mysterious master behind the Ghost Swordsman, he could at least resist it after taking Houjin's healing medicine.
Live as a general master.
A swordsman who can seal a throat with one sword must be at least a second-qi master, or even higher...
Currently, Lou Xiangzhen is probably the only swordsman with such strength in the world. His cultivation level is in the realm of three qi, and he has reached the sixth realm. It is not impossible to kill the severely injured King Mujin with one move.
"It can't be him."
Zhao Chongyin shook his head. Killing Zong Zhengyuan would bring absolutely no benefit to Lou Xiangzhen, and it was impossible for Lou Xiangzhen to appear in Yujing City.
According to the current situation in the world, there are only two types of people who want to kill Zong Zhengyuan. One is the fight for Hou Jin's inheritance. After all, Zong Zhengyuan's death means there is one less powerful competitor.
The second is those who want a complete war between Yan and Houjin. This includes people from Heibingtai and those who want to stir up trouble in the world.
"Your country, Yan, must give me Houjin an explanation for this matter."
While Zhao Chongyin was deep in thought, a master of the Later Jin Dynasty said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I must give an explanation."
The golden masters behind the scenes all had blood in their eyes and shouted in low voices.
Most of them were Zong Zhengyuan's cronies. Seeing Zong Zhengyuan's tragic death, they were naturally very angry.
At this time, the man at the door said: "Your Highness, this man is an extremely skilled swordsman. It will be very difficult to track him down."
Zhao Chongyin remained silent and did not speak.
Then the master of Houjin hummed: "Then this is the matter of your Yan court. If you don't give me Houjin an explanation, then I will wait for my army of millions of Houjin to attack the border."
When Zhu Yongfang and Wang Yangyu heard this threat, their faces were shocked and angry.
If Hou Jin attacks, the Zhao State will definitely add insult to injury. When the time comes, the Yan State will be attacked from both sides, which will be really dangerous.
Zhao Chongyin's pupils shrank slightly, and he smiled faintly and said, "I will definitely give it to you if you tell me."
"That's good."
When everyone in Houjin heard this, they all smiled coldly.
"Captain Xu, I leave all this to you."
Zhao Chongyin glanced at the man standing outside the door.
"I understand."
The man leaned forward slightly, murderous intent fleeting in his eyes.
Afterwards, Zhao Chongyin led Bai Jing, Zhu Yongfang, and Wang Yangyu out of the hall.
The sky is clear and sunny outside.
Zhao Chongyin felt a little emotional, "I didn't expect that Zong Zhengyuan died like this."
In his eyes, Zong Zhengyuan was a talented person and could even succeed Jin Datong, but he didn't expect to die here so easily.
Things are unpredictable and no one knows what will happen tomorrow.
This made Zhao Chongyin feel a little vigilant in his heart, for he could not guarantee that the Zong Zhengyuan of today would be himself tomorrow.
Bai Jing thought for a while and asked: "Your Highness, will the Heroes Meeting be held tonight?"
Zhao Chongyin said calmly: "Now that Zong Zhengyuan is dead, it will be held even more."
The purpose of the Heroes Association is to fight against Hou Jin. Now that Zong Zhengyuan is dead, the tiger of Hou Jin has more reasons.
At this time, there were sounds of collisions and shrill screams in the hall. The sounds only lasted for dozens of breaths, and then the man surnamed "Xu" came out.
"Your Highness, everything is settled."
There was still a trace of blood on the man's body.
Hearing this, Zhu Yongfang and Wang Yangyu both looked at each other, and a chill arose in their hearts.
His Royal Highness is really decisive.
The battle between Hou Jin and Dayan seemed to be imminent and had to be launched.
Zhao Chongyin took the lead slightly and looked at Wang Yangyu who was aside, "Master Wang, block the news. It is not appropriate for this matter to spread."
Wang Yangyu said quickly: "I understand."
If this matter were to spread out today, it would definitely cause an uproar.
Although the deaths of Zong Zhengyuan, King Mojin and others cannot be suppressed, and the mastermind behind the scenes also knows about this matter, and is likely to publicize it, but suppressing it for now can at least make the border prepared to some extent.
I just don’t know how long I can suppress this matter.
Jade City, Lu Mansion, backyard.
The antique room is filled with a light fragrance.
"Master!?"
Tan Yun opened his eyes drowsily, then he was startled and sat up suddenly.
"woke up?"
At this moment, the door opened and Liu Huiyun walked in from outside.
Tan Yun looked at Liu Huiyun, bit his lip gently and said, "Aunt Liu, I thought I was dreaming."
In the battle of Ba Zhang Platform, Li Fuzhou killed Tang Taiyuan with his palm, and then the eunuch Baimei escorted him to the ninth floor of the Tianlao, as if everything was like a dream.
Liu Huiyun sat on the bed and touched Tan Yun's head, "Don't think so much."
Tan Yun raised his head and asked, "Will master die?"
Every time the word "death" was mentioned, she felt a pinch in her heart.
She always felt as if fate was playing tricks on her, and every important person was constantly moving away from him.
"I am not sure as well."
Liu Huiyun sighed deeply, "The ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison is very dangerous. There are many masters of the Dayan River and Lake imprisoned in it. So far, I haven't heard of anyone being able to get out of it."
It was not easy for the Yan court to control the country for hundreds of years, especially since there were often top masters in the world who wanted to challenge the royal family and despise the royal power.
These people either died or were imprisoned in the ninth floor of the prison.
For hundreds of years, people have been sent in every period of time. You can imagine how many old monsters in the world are hidden inside.
But no one came out alive from the ninth floor of the prison.
When Tan Yun heard this, his expression became a little gloomy: "I once vowed to provide for Master until the end of his life. I..."
Liu Huiyun pinched Tan Yun's pink cheeks and couldn't help but smile: "I don't know what your master will think when he hears your words. Don't think so much. There must be a way for cars to reach the mountain and for boats."
It will be natural when you reach the end of the bridge. Your master doesn't want you to be depressed every day."
Looking at Tan Yun in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a trace of love in her heart.
Tan Yun, Tan Yun... there is a cloud character in the name.
Thinking of this, Liu Huiyun couldn't help but think of his former best friend, and he suddenly felt warm.
"I know, I will find an opportunity to rescue the master."
Tan Yun nodded, then touched his belly and asked, "Aunt Liu, what time is it now?"
"It's noon."
"It's already noon. Did you bring the cakes on the table, Aunt Liu?"
Tan Yun looked at the pastries on the table and blinked.
Liu Huiyun picked up the pastries on the table and handed them over, "I had them when I came here. If you are hungry, eat some first. After all, you didn't eat anything all night last night."
Tan Yun was also very hungry, so he picked up the cakes in the brown paper with both hands and stuffed them in.
"Eat slowly."
When Liu Huiyun saw this, he quickly poured another glass of water and said, "After eating, I went to see Mr. Lu. I originally planned to take you to thank the Ghost Swordsman who helped me that day, but I didn't expect him to leave."
"gone!?"
Tan Yun's hands holding the pastry paused.
Didn’t the Ghost Swordsman agree to join the Demon Cult? Why did he leave!?
Liu Huiyun said: "Yes, it is said that he left early in the morning. A man like him in the world of martial arts and a dragon has never seen its end. I don't know when I will see this person next."
Generally speaking, the whereabouts of martial arts masters who have no organization or influence are erratic.
"Yes, but..."
Tan Yun became a little anxious.
Liu Huiyun patted Tan Yun's hand and said, "It doesn't matter. He and Mr. Lu are good friends. There will always be opportunities to thank him in person in the future."
Tan Yun bit the pastry in his hand, then made up his mind and said, "Aunt Liu, I want to go back to the Demon Cult."
Will the Ghost Swordsman go directly to the Demon Cult?
After all, he has been asking himself for news about the Demon Cult.
Moreover, my master is currently trapped on the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison. This matter is not a trivial matter. I wonder if people in the Demon Cult are willing to help him.
All in all, she had to go back to the Demon Cult.
"Going back to the Demon Cult?"
Liu Huiyun frowned.
Now that Li Fuzhou is imprisoned on the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison, and Tan Yun's identity has been revealed, is it necessary to return to the Demon Sect and become a thief of the Demon Sect?
"I want to go back and see, after all, this is where I grew up."
Naturally, Tan Yun would not say what was in his heart, but found another reason.
Liu Huiyun thought for a while and said, "If you really want to go back, I can go back with you to have a look."
Tan Yun looked at Liu Huiyun with a grateful expression, "Then I'll trouble Aunt Liu."
"Eat quickly, why don't you drink some water first."
Liu Huiyun looked at the smile on the face of the little girl in front of him. If Li Fuzhou had not left Yujing City... there are no ifs in life.
Yunhua Road, Xuanqing Mountain.
Thick dark clouds wrap around the mountains, which are full of green. The mountains are nestled against the water, and the water reflects the mountains, creating a quiet harmony and a touch of loneliness.
It was already early summer, the weather was a bit hot and unbearable, and the dense chirping of cicadas could be heard everywhere in the forest.
As the place where Xuanmen's ancestral court once stood, this place is famous in the world, even more famous than the highest peak, Nanhua Mountain.
However, not many sects chose to build the mountain gate here. Firstly, the imperial court never issued the mountain gate order. Secondly, even though the Zhenyi Sect was at its peak, not many people dared to touch this bad luck.
Everyone knows that Zhenyi Sect has always wanted to revitalize the sect and support the general trend of Xuanmen.
In the mountains and forests, low roars resounded everywhere.
Following the sound, I saw a huge black dragon crawling in the dense forest, opening its huge mouth and roaring from time to time, as if to show its domineering power to the surrounding creatures.
An Jing was sitting cross-legged on top of the black dragon's head, adjusting his breath and meditating. The internal energy in his Dantian continued to flow out of his limbs, spreading to every corner of his body.
But among the intersecting black and white qi in the original dantian, wisps of faint golden brilliance emerged, and the golden brilliance became brighter and stronger between the two.
About half an hour later, the inner energy in the body returned to the Dantian.
"call…"
An Jing breathed out and then opened his eyes, "This "The Great Sun Tathagata Zen Sutra" is indeed the highest martial arts in Buddhism. It's just a pity that the "Jade Emperor Sutra" has not been unified yet, otherwise it can really be found.
What these three mental methods have in common.”
Now he has practiced two supreme martial arts, including the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book" and "The Zen Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata". Although the Xuanmen's "Jade Emperor Sutra" is incomplete, due to ten years of trials, it has become
Reached the tenth level.
Practicing these three mental techniques at the same time made him vaguely feel that there was some kind of connection between these three martial arts, which was very strange.
However, compared with the rapid progress of the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire", the "Great Sun Tathagata Zen Sutra" has no progress after reaching the first level. An Jing secretly guessed that it may be necessary to study Buddhism like a Buddhist in order to achieve success.
The opportunity goes even further.
An Jing looked at the buildings above and murmured to himself, "It was in the Thousand Machines Stone Plate that I realized the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, and the demon sect's most precious treasure, the Heavenly Seal, also had some changes. Maybe the Thousand Machines Stone Plate
There will be some clues in it.”
Beili volcano is on the border between Yunhua Road and Beihuang Road. Since I passed by Xuanqing Mountain, I naturally wanted to make a trip to contemplate the Thousand Machines Stone Plate again and peep into the real mystery.
Moreover, there is a peerless master in Xuanqing Mountain.
"Just wait here."
An Jing patted the black dragon's head, and then walked straight up Xuanqing Mountain.
The forest is lush and green, and the branches and buds in the forest are extremely luxuriant. There are many more people coming to play and watch on the road than last time.
An Jing came to the stairs to the sky and looked at the endless steps on the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but think of the first time he and Lou Xiangzhen climbed the stone steps.
"It's so difficult to reach the sky, but if you have a chance in life, you have to give it a try."
He sighed softly and then went up the mountain alone.
Step by step, it took a full hour to reach Heiniugang, the top of Xuanqing Mountain.
The top of the mountain was still there as usual, with people enjoying themselves and a few Taoists doing fortune-telling.
The Thousand Machines Palace, which was originally intact, collapsed suddenly, which was caused by the fight between Anjing and the Zhenyi Sect. However, no one has repaired it yet, leaving only the huge Thousand Machines Stone exposed.
Next to the Thousand Machines Stone, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe was huddled and leaning against the Thousand Machines Stone, drowsily sleeping. There were bundles of sandalwood in front of him, as well as a lottery tube. At this moment, in the lottery tube
Filled with bamboo sticks.
This person is none other than Luo Chongyang.
An Jing walked up to Na Luo Chongyang and said with a smile: "Is it still a sign?"
Luo Chongyang slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the man in black robe in front of him, and said: "The old rule is that one hundred cents for a future and fifty cents for a marriage."
An Jing took out a hundred dollars and said, "That's a future."
Luo Chongyang took the money and said: "Please draw lots."
An Jing shook the stick, and then a stick fell out of the stick.
“Good sign.”
Luo Chongyang picked up the lot and said with a smile: "The whale has not transformed into a guardian of the rivers and lakes, and has not yet risen from the blue waves. In the future, his body will be transformed, and he will pass through Yumen in one leap."
"The meaning of the signature is to be patient and patient, to be patient and patient, not to be busy in body, and to be at ease with fame and fame."
An Jingxiao asked: "It looks like it's another sign?"
Luo Chongyang replied: "Sign up."
An Jing glanced around and said softly: "I think Taoist Master's business hasn't been very good these days."
Luo Chongyang put away the lotus tube and said: "If you are good, you are passing, and if you are not good, you are passing, so why bother with good or bad?"
"Yes, you have to live through good and bad. This is life."
An Jing also sat aside, looking at the clouds floating in the sky, and said: "It's really enviable that Taoist Master lives such a relaxed and comfortable life."
As a traitor to the demon sect, Feng Lingyue lived in fear, and the demon sect was still in Dongluo Pass, far away from the Five Poison Sect. Luo Chongyang in front of him was right under the nose of the Zhenyi Sect, and he could still live like this.
It is nourishing and nourishing, and you can see that Luo Chongyang is extraordinary.
Luo Chongyang stretched out and said: "Isn't your life quite comfortable? You can still live freely after killing several great masters of the Zhenyi Sect. There are not many people in Dayan Jianghu."
An Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile: "How many have you killed, senior?"
Luo Chongyang said calmly: "Pindao only killed one master of Hua Zi generation, not as many as you."
A trace of doubt appeared in An Jing's eyes, "Hua Zi generation?"
He knew that Xiao Qianqiu was from the Jade generation, and the previous generation head coach Ye Ding seemed to be rumored to be from the Qing generation, but he didn't know about the Hua generation.
Luo Chongyang glanced at An Jing and said: "An old monster from Hidden Mountain. There are not many people in the Zhenyi Sect who are of the same generation.
After so many years, almost all of them have died, and one of them died in my hands."
"I heard that you and I have been listed on the wanted list of the Zhenyi Sect. Don't underestimate the methods of the Zhenyi Sect."
The Zhenyi Sect is the state religion of the Yan Dynasty and has been the leader in the world for hundreds of years. Except for the Yuheng Sword Sect, the other major sects combined cannot compare to its foundation.
An Jing said: "It seems we have the same enemy."
"In this world, there are many masters who have grievances with the Zhenyi Sect, and they are not just you and me."
Luo Chongyang smiled noncommittally and said: "Why, are you here today specifically to find me for this matter?"
It is said that a big tree attracts the wind, let alone a towering tree like the Shinichi Sect.
An Jing shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily true. I plan to hunt Dongluo Pass and pay a visit when I pass by. Maybe I will have the opportunity to cooperate with you in the future."
Luo Chongyang looked at the ghost swordsman in front of him with interest, "You know how to hunt Dongluo Pass? Why do you want to join the Demon Sect?"
The demon sect has thousands of years of foundation, which is also extremely profound. It may not be much worse than the true sect. The ghost swordsman in front of him can hunt Dongluo Pass with his half-step master's cultivation?
An Jing asked directly: "Senior, are you interested?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Luo Chongyang burst out laughing when he heard this, "Jiang Shang also tried his best to win me over back then. My relationship with the Demon Cult was not good.
But there aren’t many grievances, so why go to the Demon Cult Headquarters to die?”
"If you want to go to Zhenyi Mountain, I can still show some interest."
In his opinion, the ghost swordsman going to the Demon Cult Headquarters is seeking his own death. After all, it is a real place where the dragon pond and the tiger's den are.
An Jing smiled and said nothing. He had already been prepared for Luo Chongyang's rejection.
Luo Chongyang shook his head and said: "You must have come to the wrong place. If you go to Wudu Gate to find Feng Lingyue, maybe he will be willing to accompany you to Dongluo Pass."
An Jing said: "He may not believe me."
It's not like he hasn't thought about Feng Lingyue, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided to give it up.
First of all, he also has grudges with the Five Poison Sect itself, and secondly, Feng Lingyue will definitely not believe him.
Luo Chongyang Weiwei took the lead and said nothing. If Lou Xiangzhen had waved his arms to deal with the Demon Cult, Dayan Jianghu might still be able to respond, but the Ghost Swordsman was somewhat inferior.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
The title of the best swordsman in the world still carries a lot of weight.
Especially in the battle between Lou Xiang and Zhenyuan Lake, he was famous all over the world when he picked up the Taoist Crown of Four Qi Master Xiao Qianqiu with his sword.
"It's getting late, it's time to go back and rest."
Luo Chongyang looked at the sky, rolled up the blanket on the ground, "I still advise you, don't go to Dongluo Pass, you may die, you will definitely die."
After saying that, Luo Chongyang walked leisurely towards the distance with brisk steps.
An Jing looked at Luo Chongyang's back and muttered to himself, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?"
As the sun was about to set, tourists on Heiniugang rushed down the mountain before dark.
As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow shines on Xuanqing Mountain, and the Qianji Stone Plate seems to be covered with an outer veil.
An Jing did not look at Qianji Stone, but sat there for a long time, quietly watching the clouds roll up in the sky and the sun set in the west.
After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses, and then turned to look at the Thousand Machines Stone Plate.
The huge stone plate is exposed in the sky and the earth.
If An Jing thought the stone plate in front of him was mysterious and extraordinary before he saw it for the first time, then when he looked at the Thousand Machines Stone Plate in front of him today, it looked more like an ordinary boulder.
A piece of stone has been blown by wind, rain and sun for millions of years, and the endless years and vicissitudes flowing through it are imprinted on it.
An Jing looked at the Qianji Stone Plate, feeling extremely calm. It was like an ancient well, without any ripples or wrinkles, and was as smooth as a water mirror.
At this moment, he seemed to have entered the Thousand Machines Stone Plate.
Seeing the millions of years of wind blowing, millions of years of rain, and millions of years of sunshine, the whole body and mind have turned into a stone plate, and some mystery in the stone plate can be seen clearly.
At this time, ancient marks appeared on the Thousand Machines Stone Plate. These marks were somehow connected and seemed to be an ancient font.
These marks are emitting light, becoming more and more prosperous, as if they are like a sun.
"Click! Click!"
Cracks appeared on the Thousand Machines Stone Plate, which grew bigger and bigger, as if something was about to burst out from the Thousand Machines Stone Plate, and finally it could no longer withstand the light.
"boom!"
The Thousand Machine Stone Plate that I saw suddenly exploded, and a beam of light rushed from the top of the mountain to the sky.
This beam of light is vast and majestic, and contains profound and mysterious truths.
"Um!?"
Luo Chongyang, who was walking down the stairs to the sky, suddenly stopped in his steps and looked at the beam of light in astonishment.