Chapter 297 Ghost Swordsman Famous in the Pure Land
Yujing City, Baiting Manor.
On the afternoon of February, there is no longer the commotion of rivers, lakes, and temples.
Only dead silence remained.
The entire Yan Kingdom knew that the second prince Zhao Mengtai colluded with Hou Jin, assassinated the prince, and planned to rebel. In an instant, the second prince and his party were scattered like a tree falling down. Regardless of whether they had colluded with Zhao Mengtai or not, everyone was actively trying to distance themselves from him at this moment, for fear of being exposed.
Because of the misunderstanding, he was implicated and suffered a disaster.
Only Zhao Xuening wanted to visit several times during this period, but was blocked by the nearby imperial guards and had no choice but to give up.
At this time, the entire manor was already very deserted, and there were not even three or five servants to be found inside or outside.
"In the end, I can only tell you a lot about what's on my mind."
Zhao Mengtai was sitting in the Chaoyang Hall, looking at the canary he had raised for many years, and saying some meaningful words.
He was still dressed in gorgeous clothes, with his black hair tied into a neat bun on the top of his head, set in an exquisite white jade crown, with light green silk crowns hanging from both sides of the jade crown.
Compared with Zhao Mengtai's calmness, several women looked sad. They had been crying in the past few days, and their eyes were very red and swollen.
They knew very well what was waiting for them.
In fact, death is not terrible.
Waiting to die is the most terrifying thing.
Zhao Yunfan stood next to his mother, his big eyes had lost their former joy, and now they became a little confused and curious.
After a long time, he plucked up the courage and said, "Father, what are you talking to this little bird?"
Zhao Mengtai chuckled and said, "I'll tell it another story."
Zhao Yunfan clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Father, what story are you telling me? I want to hear it too."
"Yunfan."
Zhao Yunfan's mother shouted.
"Okay, then father will tell you."
Zhao Mengtai hugged Zhao Yunfan and said: "In a cold winter"
Zhao Yunfan couldn't help but ask: "Does the story only take place in this winter?"
"Yes, just this winter."
Zhao Mengtai touched Zhao Yunfan's head and said with a bit of confusion in his eyes: "It snowed heavily, covered with silver. It fell three feet deep overnight. When it dawned the next day, a snowman appeared in the snow.
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"This snowman is different from other snowmen. He is very afraid of the cold."
There was a trace of confusion in Zhao Yunfan's eyes, "Is the snowman still afraid of the cold?"
Zhao Mengtai said: "Afraid, very afraid of the cold."
Zhao Yunfan said: "Winter is already very cold, and only summer is hot."
Zhao Mengtai said slowly: "So this snowman wants to wait for summer, he wants to hear the sound of cicadas chirping, and he wants to feel the hot summer wind. When summer comes and the weather warms up, there will be no cold anymore.
"
Zhao Yunfan tilted his head. He always felt that his father was talking nonsense.
Are snowmen afraid of the cold?
When summer comes, won’t the snowmen disappear?
Zhao Mengtai did not speak. In fact, this story was often told to him by Zhao Zhiwu when he was a child.
Every time I heard this story when I was a child, I always found it boring and absurd.
Now I think of it often.
"Your Highness, the prince has arrived."
At this moment, the voice of an old servant sounded outside the door.
Suddenly the whole room fell silent, the bodies of several women trembled slightly, and the movements of their hands stopped.
"Take him to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart."
Zhao Mengtai put down Zhao Yunfan in his arms, "Be obedient and don't cause any more trouble and make father angry."
"yes."
The old servant nodded and retreated.
Zhao Yunfan blinked his big eyes and said, "Father, when have I ever caused trouble for you and made you angry? Didn't you say that I am your pistachio?"
"Pistachio, yes you are my father's pistachio."
Zhao Mengtai pinched Zhao Yunfan's cheek, straightened his clothes, and walked calmly outside the house.
Zhao Mengtai walked slowly to the Yangxin Hall, then walked up the stone steps and sat at the top.
Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the hall.
Following the sound, he saw Zhao Chongyin walking in with an expressionless face. There was no one around him, not to mention the guards, not even the five-qi master who had been his personal body.
When the two brothers met again, neither spoke.
After a long time, Zhao Mengtai stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down."
This Yangxin Hall is not only similar to the Jinluan Hall, but even the chair is very similar. The position and posture of Zhao Mengtai sitting at this moment, as well as the tone of his speech, are all very similar to Zhao Zhiwu.
Zhao Chongyin said: "Zhao Mengtai, it's time to wake up from your dream of being emperor."
Zhao Mengtai said to himself: "When I wake up, I am entering another dream?"
Zhao Chongyin took out a porcelain vase from his arms, and then waved his sleeves, and the porcelain vase fell steadily in front of Zhao Mengtai.
"This is Qi Du Jueming Powder. After taking it, it will cut off your heart veins within one stick of incense, allowing you to leave without any pain."
Zhao Mengtai looked at the porcelain bottle and laughed, "So, you are here to kill me?"
Zhao Chongyin looked at the brother who had always wanted to kill him, "Isn't it right?"
Zhao Mengtai took the porcelain bottle and started playing with it, "Does His Highness the Crown Prince know my cultivation level?"
Zhao Chongyin said: "Lao Qi is in the realm of a Qi master. Your qualifications are higher than him, and you work harder than him. Your cultivation level is definitely higher than lower."
Zhao Mengtai is very similar to Zhao Zhiwu, and his martial arts aptitude is naturally very good. Under the royal family's efforts to train him, he is a first-class master, but because of his status, he rarely takes action.
Zhao Mengtai sneered: "Then you dare to enter the Heart Cultivation Palace alone?"
Now, with just one move, he could kill the opponent in front of him that he had always wanted to get rid of.
Zhao Chongyin said calmly: "Why don't you dare?"
Zhao Mengtai said: "I can do it, but I won't do it."
Zhao Chongyin asked: "Why don't you take action? Isn't this what you always wanted?"
Zhao Mengtai pointed in the direction of the imperial city and said, "What I want is there."
Zhao Chongyin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Unfortunately, you will never get it."
There was a bit of coldness and sarcasm in his words.
"I can't get it, the prince thinks he can get it?"
Zhao Mengtai looked at Zhao Chongyin, "Yue Tingchen is a chess piece placed by my father. What about you? Is there a chess piece by my side? If you form a party in the temple for personal gain and collude with Jianghu forces, will your father do the same?
Have you known this for a long time?"
Zhao Chongyin did not speak, but his expression became increasingly cold.
Zhao Mengtai continued: "My father will not let you inherit the throne, but a prince who cannot inherit the throne and has huge power, what will happen to him?"
Every word was like a fine needle, pricking Zhao Chongyin's heart.
When do words turn into swords? When you think what others say is right.
Zhao Chongyin said coldly: "Are you so sure that my father will not pass the throne to me?"
Zhao Mengtai is dead!
Who in the entire Yan royal family is more suitable to be emperor than him?
No, there's not one left.
Zhao Mengtai sneered, "Actually, you should know better than anyone else, why do you need to ask me?"
The coldness in Zhao Chongyin's heart became even stronger. He had been unpopular since childhood. Even as a prince, he was still a prince established to stabilize the current situation. And he had been careful and conscientious over the years, so there was no chance to depose him.
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Now that his only competitor, Zhao Mengtai, has fallen, his status as prince seems to be more stable, and it seems that he will only be crowned the great treasure for a short time, but is this really the case?
Zhao Mengtai pointed at the palace and said calmly: "He is an emperor first, and then his father."
Zhao Chongyin had no expression on his face, but his heart was wrinkled.
Zhao Mengtai was more like Zhao Zhiwu than Zhao Chongyin, so he knew the Emperor of Yan better than he did.
Zhao Mengtai sat high above, picked up the porcelain bottle and poured the poison directly on the ground, "No one in this world can kill me, not Zhao Zhiwu, not you."
Calm, indifferent and the expression on his face is very calm.
Perhaps he has been preparing for this moment during this period.
Zhao Chongyin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhao Mengtai clapped his hands and said, "Drink one last drink with me."
The old servant came in with two jugs of wine. One jug of wine was given to Zhao Mengtai, and the other was given to Zhao Chongyin.
"good."
Zhao Chongyin did not refuse, sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.
"please."
"please."
The two raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, the two of them are not like brothers and enemies fighting each other, but more like friends who have been separated for many years.
"The difference between a successful king and a defeated bandit is that if I lose, I am a bandit."
Zhao Mengtai sat at the top and looked at his brother, "If I win, you will be kneeling at the bottom today, your life hanging by a thread."
Zhao Chongyin's mood has recovered, "You are right, but you are defeated after all."
Zhao Mengtai believes in the life motto that doing great things is either a great success or a great failure, and a great failure has only one end.
Zhao Mengtai's eyes glowed with a glint, and he said: "I lost, at least I resisted."
He risked the disapproval of the world and colluded with Houjin to kill the prince, and secretly revealed the news to Heibingtai. If the Human Emperor had not been prepared, Zhao Chongyin would have died on Zhongshan Mountain.
Zhao Chongyin poured a glass of wine and took a sip without saying anything.
"Actually, I had a bad premonition before taking action."
Zhao Mengtai held the wine glass and said: "But I have no room for regrets anymore. I can only continue to move forward."
Knowing that the ending is a tragedy and cannot be changed, but still continuing, this is the greatest sorrow in life.
Some outcomes have long been doomed. Just when the two colluded with the party members, only one of them, Zhao Mengtai and Zhao Chongyin, could survive.
But they don't know who will have the last laugh.
Zhao Mengtai's guess was correct. After Zhao Chongyin gained power, he was the first person to be killed.
He was already standing in the wave, being pushed forward by the wave. If he didn't move, he would die, and if he moved, he would die.
Zhao Chongyin pondered for a long time and said: "You shouldn't be ambitious."
Zhao Mengtai laughed and said, "What about you?"
The Yangxin Hall was silent for a long time. Zhao Chongyin stood up and walked out of the hall, "You are Zhao Mengtai, and I am Zhao Chongyin."
Looking at Zhao Chongyin's leaving figure, Zhao Mengtai shouted: "Brother, give them a good time."
"I see."
Zhao Chongyin paused for a moment, then left the Yangxin Hall without looking back.
Zhao Mengtai smiled and continued to sit in his seat and drink.
But because the afternoon was too quiet and the sunshine was too warm, he felt a little lazy, so he simply closed his eyes and bathed in the long-lost sunshine.
At this time, he put aside all his worries and let his body and mind soak in the warm sun.
In an instant, in a hazy state of drunkenness, I was awakened by the beautiful spring scenery.
The dreary sunshine shines in, and the person's body is warm, with an indescribable warmth.
"Snowmen can't wait for summer."
Feeling the warmth of this world, he took out the prepared fire dumplings.
Raging flames ignited, and Zhao Mengtai was surrounded by a sea of fire while drinking.
No one knows what is going on in his mind at this moment.
Perhaps it was the family affection that he had always longed for and protected, or perhaps the supreme throne and power that he longed for.
All of this, including Zhao Mengtai himself, was eventually melted into the flames.
Zhao Chongyin stood outside the Yangxin Hall, with Bai Jing, Mr. Su and several other guards standing behind him.
At this moment, he looked at the sun above his head, but felt a slight chill in his heart.
Zhao Mengtai was put on top, and how could he, Zhao Chongyin, be the same?
After about dozens of breaths, there was no sound in the Yangxin Hall, and then there was a crackling sound, and soon a sea of fire appeared behind it, and black smoke shot up into the sky.
The fire was very strong, and the fire oil seemed to have been prepared long ago. It spread throughout the Yangxin Hall in less than a stick of incense.
Zhao Chongyin closed his eyes slightly, then opened them after a long time and walked toward the backyard.
In the Imperial Palace, inside the Ziyuan Hall.
Zhao Xuening kept pacing back and forth, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Zuo Biwen was sitting opposite, drinking tea calmly.
They have received news that Zhao Chongyin went to Zhao Mengtai Villa.
Zhao Xuening suddenly stopped, "Uncle, do you think the second brother can still survive?"
"Absolutely impossible."
Zuo Biwen glanced at Zhao Xuening, "You were born in an imperial family, how could you be so naive? Do you know what rebellion is?"
Zhao Xuening pursed her lips and said quickly: "But my father didn't do it at the beginning."
She still had a glimmer of hope. Her father's favorite was his second brother Zhao Mengtai, and there was no way he would be able to tolerate it, leaving a glimmer of hope for Zhao Mengtai.
Zuo Biwen whispered: "That's because the Human Emperor cannot take action."
When Emperor Dayan usurped the throne and killed Emperor Liping and the current prince, the whole country was shocked. Although he succeeded in ascending the throne in the end, it was a shame that could not be washed away.
And now Zhao Mengtai is rebelling. If he kills Zhao Mengtai, then who will the Emperor of the Yan Dynasty Zhao Zhiwu become?
A person who kills his father, his brother and his son will surely become an emperor who will be infamous for thousands of years.
Besides having supreme power, don't the emperors also want to leave a name in history and be famous for generations to come?
So now Zhao Mengtai must not be killed.
Zhao Xuening took a long breath and said, "Second brother is really confused this time."
Zuo Biwen said in a deep voice: "It's more than just a lake. It's just asking for death. You must not try to dissuade me, otherwise you will get burned."
Zhao Xuening remained silent.
Zuo Biwen continued: "If you remonstrate, not only will it not change the current situation, but you may be implicated."
"Princess, there is news from Baiting Villa."
At this moment, Zhuo Yuchang hurried in.
Zhao Xuening said quickly: "Say quickly."
Zhuo Yuchang took a breath and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent poison. The second prince burned down the Yangxin Hall and burned himself to death. His five sons and four daughters all took Jueming Powder and died. There was no one left alive in the entire Baiting Villa.
"
Zhao Mengtai is dead!
Moreover, Zhao Mengtai’s wife, children, and children are all dead!
When Zhao Xuening heard this, he felt a cold air coming out of the soles of his feet. This cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
Even though Zuo Biwen had already guessed such an outcome, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart at this moment.
The most ruthless emperor's family!
What does family affection mean in the face of power?
"Second brother"
Zhao Xuening murmured, tears could not help but appear in his eyes.
She has always regarded Zhao Mengtai as her own brother, and Zhao Mengtai is also very good to her.
Some people may say that there are some interests involved.
But just like a person knows whether he is warm or cold when drinking water, others don’t know whether he is sincere to you or not, but he himself knows best.
indifferent!
ruthless!
Zhao Xuening felt as if she had been hit hard in her heart. At the same time, she also understood more deeply the terrible power struggle in the imperial family.
Brotherly love, father-son love, all are bullshit in the face of power.
"Meet Mr. Xu!"
Just then, a voice came from outside the hall.
Zhao Xuening and Zuo Biwen both stopped their expressions.
I saw Xu Qianyue slowly walking in and saluting Zhao Xuening, "Greetings to the princess. Your Majesty has not seen the princess for a long time and misses her very much. He summoned Her Royal Highness to go to the royal study room."
"I see."
Zhao Xuening lowered his head and responded.
Zuo Biwen's heart trembled when he heard this, and his face became a little ugly.
Zhao Mengtai had just died, and the Emperor of Dayan wanted to summon Zhao Xuening. Could it be that he suspected that she had something to do with Zhao Mengtai?
Thinking of this, Zuo Biwen quickly sent a message: "Remember to think twice before speaking."
"Uncle, I know."
Zhao Xuening replied
The Pure Land is filled with wind and sand, and everything as far as the eye can see is yellow.
After Anjing came out of the underground ancient city, after asking around along the way, he not only got a map about Buddhism, but also came to Lingtai Temple, one of the holy places of Buddhism.
Lingtai Temple is the largest temple of the Lian Sect, and can also be said to be the first temple of Buddhism. It is said that the Buddha of Buddhism opened a forum here to preach, promote Buddhism and create Buddhism.
In the eyes of the world, Lingtai Temple is full of mystery.
It is like an eminent monk wearing a red robe, sitting alone on top of the world.
The ups and downs of life and magical legends are all engraved stroke by stroke into the texture of the mysterious avenue.
Like a reflection falling into the world, the endless wind and sand and the white clouds in the sky are his face, and the thousand-year-old Buddhist words are his soul.
The wind, snow and scorching sun have not faded my face.
Butter chanter lingers in the soul.
The buildings in the sky are connected to the top of the mountain, surrounded by white palaces and surrounding the temple in the middle.
The white clouds depend on it, and the blue sky keeps it company.
Looking up at Qionglou's long history and various legends, it becomes even more mysterious and delicate.
At this time, countless pilgrims were walking towards the temple on the top of the mountain, with incomparable piety in their expressions.
An Jing stepped on the stone steps and walked towards Lingtai Temple.
Along the way, there are people wearing strange clothes and many Buddhist disciples. This place is very different from the Yan Kingdom, not only in the clothes, but also in the spiritual outlook of the people.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise ahead, and a Buddhist disciple of Lingtai Temple who was standing guard shouted loudly, and everyone immediately ran towards the mountain, their expressions filled with solemnity and anger.
An Jing seemed to be out of tune with the people going up the mountain, still taking his time.
Soon, he arrived at the mountain gate of Lingtai Temple, and countless people gathered in front of him.
"There's blood"
An Jing smelled the blood in the air and frowned slightly, because this is the first Buddhist temple and the place where the first Bodhisattva of Buddhism is seated. There should not be blood.
But now there is blood flowing out.
Without thinking too much, I knew something big must have happened.
I saw a figure among the bustling crowd in front of me.
The man was not tall, and his appearance was different from that of the people in his ancestral land. He looked a bit strange and had dark skin. He held a strange-shaped long knife in his hand, with a curved blade and a sharp, tooth-like blade on it. At this time, blood was still flowing out of the strange long knife.
In front of him was a corpse, that of a master from Lingtai Temple, and what killed this Buddhist master was the fatal knife wound on his neck.
In addition, behind that man there were several people dressed similarly to him, all holding a strange long knife in their hands.
His expression was a bit sarcastic and cold.
"Are they Kushan swordsmen?"
"What a fast knife!"
"Master Faming died in his hands with just one move!?"
"You are so brave, daring to kill people in our Buddhist holy land."
There were comments all around, almost all with anger.
No matter who this swordsman is, this is Lingtai Temple, the holy land of Buddhism.
If he kills people here, isn't he provoking Buddhism? And then provoking the Pure Land?
An Jing could not understand the discussion, but it did not prevent him from guessing what was happening in front of him through the subtle expressions of the people around him.
The Kushan swordsman came to kill the Buddhist master.
Looking at the cold expression and the cold knife, it is enough to show that the swordsman in front of him is a master.
After all, daring to come from Kushan to challenge him is enough to show that he is a first-class swordsman in Kushan. Moreover, Kushan's swordsmanship has a somewhat unfamiliar and strange feel, which makes people wary.
The Kushan swordsman put his fingers on the blade of the sword. With a strong vigor, all the blood on the sword was scattered. His eyes glanced at the Buddhist people talking around him.
Cold eyes glanced across, and many people paused in their mouths, swallowing the words in their throats involuntarily.
murderous look!
If a master has murderous intent, it means his hands must be covered with blood.
When the Kushan swordsman saw this, he couldn't help laughing and said in unskilled language: "It is rumored that there are many talented masters in the ancestral land of the Qin Dynasty. It seems that all this is just a waste of fame. When I came here this time, I met seven A master, no one can withstand my three moves, is there no master?"
His arrogant expression made everyone around him furious, but many people felt gloomy in their hearts when they saw Fa Ming being killed with one move.
"I'll fight you!"
At this moment, a loud shouting sounded.
A golden Buddha's light penetrated and pressed against the Kushan swordsman like a mountain.
"The first Fadu senior brother of Xuanwu Academy!"
Seeing the person appearing, many people present secretly exclaimed.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the Kushan swordsman's mouth, and he slashed forward with the long knife in his hand.
A cold sword light emerged and passed by.
As if a supreme momentum slowly rushed to the moonlit night, the void shook, and the true energy surged like a roaring wave.
The King of Hell’s ten-kill order! The first kill is to peel off the skin and dig out the flesh!
Boom!
There was a loud bang, as if everyone's heart was about to be broken.
It was as if half of Lingtai Temple was surrounded by an aura of death. All that could be seen was a black and sad area in front of them. In that black area, chilling sounds surged out one after another.
"Pass!"
This sword actually directly broke the indestructible vajra body of the law.
Fadu showed a hint of horror when he saw this expression, and stepped back continuously.
But then the second knife came fiercely.
In the middle of the darkness, countless lights seemed to emit bright divine light, and everyone's hearts trembled.
Among the strange long swords, a sword energy suddenly appeared.
Directly kill the Fadu in front of him into blood foam.
hiss--!
Everyone gasped.
Fadu was the leader of Xuanwu Academy, but he was killed by the Kushan swordsman with two swords. You must know that the Kushan swordsman did not look old, which means that he may not be very old.
What a weird sword technique!
An Jing narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little interested in this sword technique.
The moment this sword technique is performed, it is as if he is facing Fengdu in the past, giving people an eerie feeling. It shows that the person who created this sword technique must have seen Fengdu, otherwise there would be no such similarity among the sword techniques. artistic conception.
The Kushan swordsman licked the blood on his sword and said calmly: "Didn't you say that Du is also a talented disciple of Buddhism? I can't see that."
He was not mocking, but he was filled with disappointment.
It was rumored that the Eastern Great Qin Dynasty had extremely talented people, so he came with a few of his brothers.
By the way, let’s take a look. Is the Qin Dynasty still as powerful as it was thousands of years ago?
Several fellow Kushan swordsmen sneered, "It seems they know nothing about geniuses."
"Quick! Go to the Moro Hall to invite the ancestors!"
A Buddhist master shouted quickly.
Lingtai Temple was in chaos.
An Jing was still thinking about the sword technique just now, when a blue brilliance emerged from the book.
After the thought fell, An Jing's heart moved slightly.
Tip 3: There is a blue opportunity (Bodhi seeds born from the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree) near the host.
Blue opportunities are treasures that can directly increase strength and cultivation.
At the moment, he walked towards the back of Lingtai Temple, wanting to find out what was going on. He also wanted to visit some hidden masters of Buddhism to see if he could get the secret information about the seal.
The style architecture of Lingtai Temple is somewhat similar to that of the temples of the Yan Kingdom, but there are also differences. However, Anjing rarely studied maps during his travels in the world, and mostly relied on local records.
After passing through the spacious hall and arriving at a remote backyard, you can see two Bodhi trees.
At this time, under the Bodhi tree, there was a Buddhist man holding a wooden fish in one hand and a mallet in the other, looking calmly and peacefully at the Bodhi tree in front of him.
That man was smiling all over his face, with a big belly and droopy ears. He was the Hip-Hop Buddha.
At this time, his whole body was peaceful, without any cold energy.
An Jing saluted with one hand and smiled: "Master, we meet again."
The hip-hop Buddha slowly opened his eyes, looked at An Jing in front of him, and asked doubtfully: "Donor, have we met before?"
An Jing's smile faded slightly and he said, "Master is really joking. We only parted ways a few days ago."
"How many days ago?"
The hip-hop Buddha shook his head and said: "The poor monk has practiced hard under this Bodhi tree for three years and has never left Lingtai Temple."
You haven’t left Lingtai Temple for three years?
When An Jing heard this, he was shocked and asked: "What is the master's name?"
The hip-hop Buddha clasped his hands on his chest, "The wandering monk hip-hops the Buddha."
An Jing's eyes narrowed into a slit, "You are a hip-hop Buddha. Who was that person I saw a few days ago?"
At this time, he also discovered that the hip-hop Buddha he saw before gave him a cold and eerie feeling, but now the hip-hop Buddha has a majestic and magnificent aura, and is more like a Buddhist master.
What on earth is going on?
The hip-hop Buddha shook his head and said: "The donor may be under the influence, and what you see is not real."
An Jingdan said calmly: "It's absolutely true."
Hip Hop Buddha said: "Eye can be deceiving."
An Jing said: "The heart can also deceive people."
Hip Hop Buddha said: "If you think everything you see is fake, then everything is fake. If you think what you see is real, then everything is real."
An Jing said: "True is also false and false is also true. Inaction exists and returns to non-being. Why does Master need to be so mysterious?"
The hip-hop Buddha asked with a smile: "Who is the donor?"
An Jing said: "There is an scenery outside the sky."
The hip-hop Buddha's smile deepened, "It turns out that the one who defeated the Supreme Vajra was the donor. No wonder I see that you, at such a young age, have such an ability to comprehend the ways of all things in the world. You are really extraordinary."
An Jing frowned and said, "Master hasn't answered my question yet."
Why are there two hip-hop Buddhas, and which one is the real one?
What exactly are Buddhist sacred objects?
"What you saw was just an evil thought from Uncle Master."
At this moment, a voice sounded behind An Jing.
I saw a monk coming over, performed a Buddhist salute to An Jing, and said, "I have met the donor An Jing, poor monk Tianyi."
Tianyi Bodhisattva, the first Bodhisattva in Buddhism, is also the abbot of Lingtai Temple.
"I've met Master Tianyi."
An Jing also bowed back and said, "I don't know what this evil thought means. Master, can you help me clarify it?"
The hip-hop Buddha said from the side: "Buddhism has an ancient practice method, and the inheritance has never been cut off. Some secret techniques are still retained. Among them is the technique of cutting out thoughts, which can cut out a person's thoughts. At first, the poor monk had
In practice, I am too persistent in Buddhism, so I have been unable to reach the state of the return of the five qi, so I use the secrets of Buddhism to cut off an obsession in my heart, cut off the obsession, enter Nirvana, and then reach the state of the five qi.
territory."
"And this obsession also escaped, wandering freely between heaven and earth. The Hip-Hop Buddha that the donor saw was just the obsession of the poor monk. It can also be said that the Poor Monk was everything left by the Hip-Hop Buddha after removing his obsession.
"
Hearing this explanation, An Jing felt as if a storm was stirring in his heart, "In this way, what I saw before was a hip-hop Buddha, and the one standing in front of me now is also a hip-hop Buddha."
Tianyi Bodhisattva nodded and said: "The donor is very enlightened, that's exactly what he is."
The hip-hop Buddha asked: "The evil thoughts have disappeared for a long time. Where can I find the donor?"
An Jing's heart was shaken for a long time, and after a while he said: "In the underground ancient city, the master is looking for the remains of the Buddha."
"The remains of Buddha!?"
Tianyi Bodhisattva had a bit of confusion in his eyes.
An Jing nodded and said: "Yes, the master said that it is a Buddhist sacred object and cannot fall into the hands of others."
The hip-hop Buddha said in a deep voice: "The donor was deceived. The golden body of my Buddha is still enshrined in the Patriarch Hall and has never left the hall."
A trace of doubt flashed in An Jing's eyes, "Oh?"
The hip-hop Buddha glanced at Tianyi Bodhisattva and said, "Tianyi, take the donor to see the Buddha's golden body."
Tianyi Bodhisattva said: "Please come with me, donor."
Then the three of them walked towards the Buddha Hall, which was still behind the Main Hall.
The magnificent and magnificent hall is surrounded by several golden Buddha statues. In the center of the hall is a fence. In the center of the fence is a weathered corpse, with golden light shining around the corpse.
Shining and exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.
Even though he has been dead for thousands of years, he still has a strong sense of coercion.
Jade bones!
And it’s even deeper than Anjing’s Jade Bone Realm!
Both of them were pious and bowed respectfully to the corpse.
The hip-hop Buddha clasped his hands together and said: "This is the golden body of my Buddhist Buddha. I wonder what the 'Buddha's remains' found by the donor are?"
An Jing looked at the golden body of Buddha and felt like a bolt from the blue.
This is the remains of the Buddha. So what are the Buddha and himself looking for?
Both parties say different things, and one party is always lying. So who is lying?
Hip Hop Buddha and Tianyi Bodhisattva saw An Jing and did not speak, they both stood quietly aside.
"Winter! Winter!"
Suddenly, the violent sound of the bell brought An Jing back to his senses.
"Host, something bad is going to happen!"
At this moment, a Buddhist master walked in and immediately reported what happened in Lingtai Temple at this time.
Tianyi Bodhisattva said in a deep voice: "Donor, it seems that we can only discuss this matter later."
"etc."
Hip Hop Buddha stopped Tianyi Bodhisattva and said: "That Kushan Swordsman is a genius disciple of Tian Sword. Since he is a genius, he naturally needs a genius to deal with him."
Speaking of this, Hip Hop Buddha looked at An Jing.
An Jing glanced at the Buddha and said, "Master, you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
Tianyi Bodhisattva said: "If the donor can solve this problem, Buddhism is willing to give a Bodhi seed to the donor."
An Jing pondered for a long time and said: "Besides, I also need two masters to help me solve some confusions."
Tianyi Bodhisattva said sincerely: "Since Tianwai Tian and Buddhism have formed an alliance, I will tell you everything I know about the donor."
"good."
An Dingding nodded. He also wanted to see the strength of this Kushan swordsman.
In the square of Lingtai Temple.
There was silence all around, and everyone was glaring at the Kushan swordsmen in the center.
At this time, a Buddhist eminent monk walked out from the crowd. The man was dressed in red cassocks and bathed in golden Buddha light. He was magnificent and majestic. This man was the supreme Vajra of Buddhism.
Although Vajra was defeated by An Jing during the dispute between Buddha and Demon in Tianwu Sect, Vajra's status in Buddhism is second only to Tianyi Bodhisattva. This is an unquestionable fact.
At this moment, the Supreme Vajra appeared, and the people in the Pure Land around him suddenly became excited.
The First Vajra of Buddhism, the Supreme Vajra!
Several masters from Guishuang also looked over, then looked at each other and smiled, finally leading to the real master from Buddhism.
The Supreme King Kong looked at the Kushan Swordsman in front of him and said, "Is the donor a man of the Heavenly Sword?"
The Kushan swordsman glanced at the Supreme Vajra for a few times. He seemed not to have expected that the Supreme Vajra spoke the Kushan language, and immediately said: "Heavenly Sword Chamo."
The Supreme Vajra nodded slightly and said: "Although I have never been to Kushan, I have heard caravans talking about you. They said that you are a genius swordsman from Kushan, and you are a top-notch master in the Heavenly Sword."
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Cha Mo was not excited by the words of Vajra. His expression was always very indifferent, "Exactly."
The Supreme Vajra asked: "Why did you come to the Pure Land this time to kill my Buddhist master?"
Zha Modan said calmly: "I want to see the Buddhist precept-breaking knife."
Su Sheng Vajra lowered his eyebrows and said, "The donor kills people just to have a look at the Ring-breaking Knife?"
Bodhisattvas and Vajras have different levels of attainment, and their ruthless actions are also different.
The Supreme Vajra naturally also killed living beings, and the reason for his killing was very simple: to prevent others from killing living beings.
This reason seems strange.
Zha Mo pointed the strange long knife in his hand, Feng Han pointed it directly at the Vajra, and said: "You have good strength, I want to compete with you."
The eyes of the Supreme Vajra are like rocks, heavy, thick, and tenacious, while the Chamo on the opposite side is like a fierce ocean with thunder flashing in it.
However, judging from the special aura of the Vajra, it was three points weaker than the previous battle at Tianwumen.
The first is that the Supreme Vajra chose to break away from its Dharma form and reunite, and the second is that it was severely injured by the sword demon and its injuries have not fully recovered.
At this moment, the strength he can show is greatly reduced, and at most he can only reach the realm of two qi.
And the momentum displayed by the Kushan swordsman was very powerful.
The most important thing is that the Supreme Vajra is a master of the older generation, and the Kushan Swordsman opposite is relatively young. No matter he wins or loses, it will not be of any benefit to the Supreme Vajra.
"Master, leave it to me."
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Vajra.
After hearing this, Su Sheng Vajra turned around and looked a little surprised, "Donor An, why are you here?"
I saw a young man in white walking out, with three long swords stuck on his back, each with its own characteristics.
Naturally, Su Sheng Vajra recognized the person coming, but he never expected that the Ghost Swordsman would appear in the Pure Land.
An Jing smiled and said: "When I come to the Pure Land this time, I want to visit Master Tianyi. Before that, I can help Buddhism solve a small problem."
The Supreme Vajra laughed when he heard this, "Okay."
Chamo looked at An Jing who suddenly appeared and said calmly: "Young man, my knife is very fast."
The person in front of me is really too young, so young that it is unbelievable. Who in this world has not become famous after being immersed in the world for several years, and the young people in front of him are at most just fledgling boys.
Several swordsmen in Guishuang had a hint of sneer in their eyes.
Cha Mo is one of the most talented swordsmen in Kushan. Now a younger man appears in Buddhism. Is he really Cha Mo's opponent?
They don't believe it!
I never believed that Chamo would be defeated by such a young person in front of him.
Not only the Kushan people, but also the people from the Pure Land looked at each other, wondering why this young man who was obviously not from the Pure Land was allowed to take action?
Doesn’t he know how powerful this Chamo is!?
Vajra translated what Cha Mo said to An Jing.
An Jing said calmly: "Tell him that my sword is faster."
The Supreme King Kong smiled and then told Chamo what An Jing said.
After hearing this, Chamo did not get angry, but laughed, "Let you take a few more glances at the world. Remember not to blink later, because you will die quickly."
The Supreme King Kong told An Jing these words intact.
An Jing said calmly: "Master Shu Sheng, please step back."
The Supreme King Kong smiled and retreated to the rear.
The head of the Discipline Academy of Lingtai Temple hesitated for a moment and said: "Uncle Shusheng, that Chamo is extremely powerful. He killed Faming with one move and Fadu with two moves. Didn't this make that young man die?"
The surrounding Lingtai Temple disciples shook their heads and sighed secretly, obviously thinking that An Jing was seeking death.
Genius is not to be feared, what is to be feared is the genius who has grown up.
How could that person be so young and be Chamo's opponent? Chamo is also a master in his forties. He is not young, but he is still a master of the middle school generation.
The Supreme Vajra is neither happy nor sad, "Don't be anxious."
"Why."
Seeing what the Supreme Vajra said, the head of the Discipline Academy of Lingtai Temple could only sigh helplessly.
Except for Vajra, no one would think that Anjing could survive Chamo's sword.
At this time, the two men were confronting each other in the square of Lingtai Temple.
Although they didn't speak, sparks seemed to be shining in their eyes.
The knife in Chamo's hand was strange and ghastly, and it was still stained with blood.
There was no life in his eyes. When he started to practice swordsmanship, his master asked him to kill people. He had to kill one person every day to practice swordsmanship.
So over the years, his hands have been covered with countless blood.
Just one look at others contains a strong murderous aura.
Under the threat of this murderous intent, some weak-minded people may even develop fear, and their strength will be greatly reduced.
The sun in the sky was blocked, and the entire Lingtai Temple Square looked a little dark.
Coupled with the murderous aura around Chamo, it added a bit of weirdness.
He is a genius, and even more so a master of the sword.
Among the Heavenly Swordsmen, there are all top-notch swordsmen.
For some reason, Chamo suddenly felt a sense of solemnity in his heart, and the veins in the hand holding the knife popped out, like horned dragons, ferocious and terrifying.
The sunlight disappears little by little.
Neither of them moved.
The reason An Jing didn't move was because he was waiting for the other party to take action.
The reason why Chamo didn't take action was that his heart was shaking.
Looking at those calm eyes, his heart could not help but tremble.
He is a knife.
But those eyes are like a sea or a starry sky, able to integrate everything in the world into them, needless to say, they are just a knife.
The sun was blocked, and Chamo's heart seemed to be blocked as well.
At this moment, there was only darkness in front of his eyes.
A kind of fear filled his heart.
His palm clenched the handle of the knife crazily. He could no longer endure the terrible darkness and fear, and he wanted to use the knife to cut away everything in front of him.
Anger ignited in his heart and turned into billowing waves.
Chamo is the most talented swordsman of the Heavenly Sword, and his practice of the King of Hell's Ten Kill Orders has reached the eighth level.
Unique for his age.
His sword seemed to be pulled out of Senluo Fengdu. The ghostly sword light came from the darkness, returned to the darkness, and finally wanted to break through the darkness.
Anjing was very calm from beginning to end, without any waves or ups and downs.
"Chi!"
Just as the blade moved, a bright meteor penetrated from the darkness.
Chamo's world suddenly became brighter, and his boyhood was filled with light.
And his life also disappeared in the opening and closing of darkness and light.
Meteors are beautiful and magnificent.
The light emitted when a meteor cuts through the darkness is the most dazzling existence. It is exciting and moving.
But even the brilliance of the meteor couldn't compare with that flash of sword light.
A short burst of meteor light.
The light left by this flash of sword light is enough to shine in everyone's hearts forever!
Those present suddenly felt extremely lucky to be able to see the brilliance of this sword.
And this sword is not only engraved in their eyes, but also in their minds, and even in their lives.
"thump!"
The divine light in Chamo's eyes gradually dissipated, and then his body and knife fell heavily to the ground.
There was silence above Lingtai Temple, not a single sound.
quiet!
Everyone seemed to be petrified, as if they had not yet recovered from the sword blow just now.
Only the sound of Chamo's blood flowing was a little inexplicable and strange.
An Jingdanran looked at the Supreme Vajra and said, "Tell them to invite the next genius swordsman."