Chapter 131: Soul Disillusionment and Destiny (Part 2)
After watching Lin Wanzhen's disappearing figure for a moment, Luo Hanshui turned to look at Zhiku, smiled slightly, but said nothing.
Zhiku thought that he knew what he was thinking and didn't ask any questions. The three of them were silent for a while. After half a cup of tea, Zhiku chanted the Buddha's name and said, "The little layman thought that he had gone five miles away, and layman Luo
Are you relieved?"
"But with Master's skill, chasing him ten miles away is just a matter of seconds. Master, why not wait for a moment to reassure Luo and answer Master's questions."
"The old monk has been with you for half a cup of tea. He is showing his sincerity. Why should layman Luo doubt him anymore?"
Luo Hanshui smiled faintly, "Master already knows where Luo lives, so why be anxious for a moment?"
"Then let the old monk ask another question, so that layman Luo can think about it together..."
Luo Hanshui was stunned for a moment, but Zhiku raised his white eyebrows, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said slowly: "May I ask the layman if you know any formations that cover up the changes in the dragon's veins and luck?"
Luo Hanshui's heart was suddenly shocked, his face changed immediately, Zhiku smiled when he saw this, his body moved suddenly, and he thrust one hand towards Luo Hanshui's vein door three feet away.
" Used it, but unfortunately his skill was not 80% as good as before, but he was unable to remove 30% of Zhiku's power. Zhiku broke into Luo Hanshui's Qi, and his right hand continued to grasp his veins.
Luo Hanshui's right heel paused, his left palm struck Zhiku's grasped right hand, and his right palm slapped his face. He turned a blind eye to the approaching Zhiku, and Luo Hanshui's right palm's Qi movement was about to reach one foot in front of Zhiku.
, it was like stepping out of a copper wall, but it was blocked by the body-protecting energy of wisdom and suffering.
Zhiku shook Luo Hanshui's left hand away, and grabbed the wrist of his right palm that was about to be withdrawn with his backhand. In the lightning flash, Luo Hanshui's shaken left palm passed under his right arm, resisted Zhiku's right hand, and at the same time used Zhiku's hand.
The counter-shock force of the Qi machine retreated.
When he stepped back five feet, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind him, and his body involuntarily rushed forward. He also saw that Zhiku's right hand had already reached towards the pulse door. Luo Hanshui was horrified, and suddenly shouted violently, before
When Zhiku pressed his right hand on his pulse gate, his body suddenly became weak and he collapsed to the ground.
As Zhiku's expression changed drastically, Zhiguang, who had already moved to his side, glanced at Luo Hanshui and said in a voiceless voice: "He actually cut off his own heart?"
"Crime, sin, this person's scheming is rare in the world, but it caught me by surprise. Even if I use 'Leaking Tong', I can't stop his soul consciousness from being destroyed. Although he is not dead, any spell can do it now."
I can no longer peek into his memory..."
It turned out that when Luo Hanshui heard Zhiku's words of "seeking slowly and never too late", he thought that Zhiku should know that even if he used the most powerful torture in the world, he could not make himself tell the secrets he didn't want to tell, so he guessed that he
Can use the Buddhist 'Destiny Tong' to search one's own memory.
At that time, he was already determined to die, and he only wanted to seek Lin Wanzhen's escape, so he passed the news to Chu Nanfeng. With the idea of giving it a try, he promised Zhiku that he could tell the truth as long as he let Lin Wanzhen go. Unexpectedly, he got his wish.
When Zhiku took action, in order to delay Lin Wanzhen's escape for a while, he blocked her. When the pulse gate was blocked, his energy immediately surged back and cut off his heart pulse.
The reason why Zhiku didn't immediately restrain Luo Hanshui when they met and used the 'Fateful Tong' to search his memory was also related to the 'Fateful Tong' technique.
Every time the magical power of 'Destiny' is used, it will cause some damage to the cultivation and energy of the person who is using it. At the same time, multiple things are searched from a person's memory. Even an average martial arts master with a difficult cultivation will have to do it.
It takes a lot of energy.
What's more, Luo Hanshui is cultivating for the great achievement of holding elixirs, and the strength of his soul and will is extraordinary. It is difficult to understand, but he knows that Luo Hanshui's spiritual consciousness will definitely resist it. Not only will it take a lot of trouble, but it will probably consume at least 30% of his energy, and he will need to retreat by then.
It takes half a year of practice to recover.
Then he put forward what he wanted to know, and let Luo Hanshui's soul and consciousness gather the answers together, and then took action to restrain him, and then used the 'fate power' magical power to invade his consciousness, which would only consume half of his energy.
You can read the three answers.
Little did he know that when he used the power of his soul to force Luo Hanshui to rush back and hold his veins, he found that his energy was backing up. Knowing that something was wrong, he quickly used his 'Leaking Tong' magical power to stop Luo Han.
The cold water cuts off the heart and commits suicide.
But no matter how fast his mind was, it couldn't be faster than Luo Hanshui, whose first thought was to annihilate his soul and wisdom. However, his Qi machine still protected Luo Hanshui's heart in the electric light and flint.
Looking at the unconscious Luo Hanshui, Zhiku chanted the Buddha's name, and then said: "Junior brother, please go and recover the little layman, maybe she also knows something about it..."
The reason why he let Lin Wanzhen go was just to calm Luo Hanshui's mind. However, with his and Zhiguang's cultivation, Lin Wanzhen could still be chased even if he escaped thirty to fifty miles, not to mention it was not yet time for a cup of tea.
Although Luo Hanshui is not dead at this time, his memory has been completely lost. The backflow of Qi has caused chaos in the meridians, and the meridians throughout the body are scurrying around like insects and snakes swimming in the body.
It was Zhi Ku who held Luo Hanshui's veins open, but he knew that if he didn't draw his Qi out of his body and drain it, he would die in an instant. He pondered for a moment, sighed, and finally took action to break Luo Hanshui's veins.
The valve allows martial arts energy to leak out of the body.
After half a stick of incense had passed, Zhiku, who was sitting cross-legged meditating beside Luo Hanshui, seemed to realize something. He suddenly stood up and looked at the curve of the mountain road more than a hundred feet away. For a moment, his body suddenly moved towards him.
The turning point swept away quickly.
When they were nearly ten feet away from the curve, they saw Lin Wan Zhen Zhi Guang running out of the curve with Lin Wan Zhen under his arm, and saw a silver light spinning rapidly out of the curve towards Zhi Guang.
Zhiku felt a shiver in his heart, but he knew that someone was using his spiritual consciousness to drive a weapon to attack Zhiguang. With a thought, the golden body soul suddenly came out of his body, carrying the Hundred Calamity Fist Gang, passed through Zhiguang's head and struck at the whirling silver light.
In the sound of "hiss, hiss", the silver light stagnated slightly. When Zhiku saw clearly that it was a butcher's knife, it cut into his Yuan Shen Fist Gang. Zhiku was shocked again and withdrew his Yuan Shen.
At the same time, God deceived himself to miss Zhiguang's figure, and punched the butcher's knife that was flying towards him without losing any momentum.
At this moment, the butcher's knife in mid-air suddenly whirled away, and then a figure rushed out from the mountain road and caught the whirling butcher's knife.
Zhiku paused and looked at the man in his forties who looked like a scholar in green robes. He suppressed the shock in his heart and said, "Amitabha, I wonder why a layman is chasing after my junior brother?"
"Haha, I'll tell you, the scholar, that this world is the opposite." The green-robed scribe smiled coldly, "In broad daylight, you kidnap your beloved, and you ask the scholar why I dare to pursue him?"
Zhiku glanced at Lin Wanzhen, who had been let go by Zhiguang and stood beside him with an angry look on his face, and said: "This female lay monk is destined to the old monk. My junior brother just invited her here. I think the layman misunderstood
.”
"Hey, can you tell me what it is about, monk Yuanfa?"
"Amitabha, my Buddha's compassionate Dharma illuminates all things and saves all sentient beings. The Twelve Conditions of Destiny can be found everywhere..."
Before Zhiku finished speaking, the green-robed scribe laughed and said, "It shines on all things and saves all living beings. According to the scholar, the Buddha will not be willing to wait until all living beings and all things arrive at Lingshan Mountain."
"Amitabha, sin, sin."
"Guilty? Monk, you are a scholar. Did I say something wrong? Well, not to mention whether the Buddha is willing or not... the scholar will ask you something, monk."
"The monk from Xiucaiguan has white eyebrows and beard. He must have been practicing Buddhism for many years, but has he ever lived in the world? And what kind of fate can make people enlighten... Is it to make people give alms and benefit people in the world, or punish rape and eliminate evil?
"
Zhiku and Zhiguang looked at each other and remained silent for a while without answering.
"Hehe, I guess the only way to trick others into becoming a monk is to deceive people into giving incense and use it as their own merit, and to trick people into using their mind power as a path to compassion and destiny, right?"
The green-robed scribe's voice deepened, "You have provoked resentment from others and caused heaven's wrath without repenting, and you still feel shameless in talking about destiny with a scholar?"
"Who is the lay scholar?" Zhiku's eyes flashed. From the words of the blue-robed scribe, Zhiku could tell that he knew about the Buddha's difficulties.
"Monk, you have great Dharma. If you ask about the origin of a scholar... aren't you making fun of the scholar?"
The magical power of "Leu Ji Tong" can reveal the origin of many martial arts qi movements. Only those who have mastered the "Five Supreme Heart Sutra" five-door exercises and those who practice "Pinglongjing" can identify the qi movements.
No. But the "Five Heart Sutras" and "Pinglong Sutra" were introduced to various sects in the world more than 400 years ago, and are no longer Taoist esoteric martial arts.
Hearing the green-robed scribe's rhetorical question, Zhiku hesitated for a moment and said, "How can the old monk, with his meager skills, be able to see the layman's true identity? I hope the layman can tell me."
"Haha... If you find out that the scholar has no support, monk, do you want to keep the scholar?" This statement was a mockery of Zhiku, a person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
The wisdom was bitter but he felt his face was slightly warm. He was really afraid that the green-robed scribe came from Taoism. Although he saw him dressed in Confucian clothes, he did not dare to think that he was not a Taoist. This was because there were many Taoists who entered the school.
In Taoism, there are extraordinary people who marry wives and have children, and walk around in ordinary people's clothes.
Zhiku had a great plan, and he knew that the green-robed scribe was not inferior to him, so he was not angry at his sarcastic words. When he heard the words, he said: "It is inconvenient for a layman to tell you, and the old monk dare not force it. This female layman and old monk
I have no intention of harming each other, I just want to ask the female lay practitioner a few things, and I will be free from her later."
After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Zhiguang beside him. At the same time, he clasped Lin Wanzhen's pulse gate with his left hand, standing between him and Zhiguang, and said: "Little layman, please take a step and ask."
Just after Zhiku turned around and led Lin Wanzhen forward for five steps, the green-robed scribe who was three feet away suddenly moved and raised his sword to slash at Zhiguang, who was stepping past Zhiku and blocking Lin Wanzhen's figure.
When Zhiguang fought against Chu Nanfeng, his spiritual consciousness was trapped by his own fists. Although he had a unique method of moving qi to break it, he still hadn't awakened his spiritual energy for more than a year, and his physical body's qi was also depleted a lot.
Although he was only half a step ahead of the person who had achieved great success in holding the elixir, he saw the phantom of the sword appearing everywhere in front of his eyes, but could not see where the attack was coming from, so he felt frightened and retreated.
At this time, Zhiku, who had already taken seven steps, thought with a thought and sent Lin Wanzhen, who was restrained in his hand, forward with Qi. At the same time, he turned around and put a palm on the back of Zhiguang, who was retreating. Zhiguang felt a Qi.
As it poured into his body, he paused, and in an instant he punched out with the Zhenyuan that Zhiku helped him with.
With the whistling sound of the fist machine, the phantom of the sword suddenly disappeared, and the butcher's knife in the hand of the green-robed scribe stopped three inches from Zhiguang's fist, but it could not be cut. The stalemate lasted for three breaths.
The man shouted softly at the same time. Zhiku and Zhiguang took half a step back together, and the green-robed scribe hurried back more than two feet.
But as soon as he settled down, the butcher knife in his body suddenly rose into the air and struck Zhiguang on the head from mid-air. At the same time, he raised his palm and struck Zhiguang in the chest with lightning speed.
Zhiku originally wanted to take his hand away from Zhiguang's back, but in desperation, he activated his Qi machine to help Zhiguang, and at the same time drew out his Yuanshen consciousness to attack the butcher's knife in mid-air.
The top of the mountain at this bend was a steep rock wall. Just when Zhiguang punched out, among the lightning and flint, the green-robed scribe swung his body to the right at an incredible speed. When he was two feet high,
The green-robed scribe kicked off the mountain wall with his right foot, raised his palm in mid-air and struck Zhiku down.
Zhiku retracted his right hand, turned sideways and punched diagonally to meet him. With a muffled sound, the green-robed scribe rose three feet into the air. He was slightly stagnant in the air, and then moved towards him three feet away like an eagle.
Lin Wanzhen fell outside.
However, Zhiku felt something and was blocked by his body. At this time, the pig-killing knife that was fighting with his Yuan Shen Fist Gang in mid-air suddenly spun and struck Zhiku's head. Just as Zhiku's body was shattered,
When he paused, the green-robed scribe grabbed Lin Wanzhen's arm and retreated. At the same time, there was a "bang" sound, and the butcher's knife fell on the ground behind Zhiku.
Zhiku paused, with a serious look on his face, and He Shi said: "The layman is good at skills and strategies, and the old monk feels inferior to him."
"Haha, if the scholar hadn't sacrificed his butcher's knife, I'm afraid the Alchemy God wouldn't have been able to dodge the monk's 'all leaks' method, give in, give in."
It turned out that the green-robed scribe was afraid that Zhiku would stop him from saving Lin Wanzhen, so he suddenly withdrew the butcher's knife that was carried during the fight. However, the butcher's knife carried by Wu Wushen was struck by Zhiku's Yuan Shen Fist in mid-air.
The gang hit him, but it hit Zhiku himself on the head.
Zhiku did not expect that the Qingpao scribe would have this strategy, so he used his Yuan Shen Fist Gang to deflect the pig-killing knife and hit him. Just as his mind was shocked, his body stagnated, and Qing
The scholar in the robe took Lin Wanzhen five feet away in a flash of lightning and flint.
Looking at the green-robed scribe for a moment, Zhikuheshi said politely: "The old monk admires the layman and the divine man. I'll ask him for advice someday if I have the opportunity."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Zhiguang, who looked suspicious, nodded, and motioned to leave together. After turning a corner and walking more than a hundred feet on the mountain road, the two slowed down, and Zhiguang said, "Senior brother, why do you want to show weakness and retreat?"
"This man's strength is not weaker than mine. If, junior brother, your golden body and soul are not trapped, you can fight with him. Even if we can injure him with our combined strength, it will be difficult for you and me to escape unscathed."
Zhiguang confessed his guilt and then said, "Senior brother, did you see where he came from?"
"I think he is a member of the Taoist sect... It is better that he does not want to tell his identity and origin, so as not to form a bad relationship with the Taoist family."
"Did Senior Brother get clues from that female lay practitioner?"
"No." Zhiku shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I think that person could read my thoughts. When I used the 'Enlightening Ming Tong' to penetrate the female layman's spiritual consciousness, I was waiting to tell her what I was asking.
That person then attacks you..."
It turns out that when Zhiku blocked Lin Wanzhen's pulse gate, he used the 'Leaking Tong' method to cover the 'Destiny Tong' Qi machine, sneaked into Lin Wanzhen's consciousness, and introduced the thoughts in his heart about what he wanted to know.
But he was interrupted by the blue-robed scribe.
"For a moment, her soul sense sensed a young face... which was quite similar to that of layman Naluo."
"Could that be...the protector?" Zhiguang asked hesitantly.
"When Buddhas in past dynasties faced calamities, all the guardians who entered the world had already cultivated the Nascent Soul, and this time will be no exception. I think that young man is the one she admires in her heart."
"From Leng Dao Mu Daocheng to the person who hurt you, as well as the Taoist priest who appeared in Jingnan, and that person just now... they are all unparalleled masters. The road to eliminate the disaster will be very difficult."
Zhi Ku paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There is only one person in China who knows how to practice the 'Tian Lei Yin' technique. It is impossible to ask him to help you escape the boxing tribulation. I want to go to Tianzhu with my junior brother."
Yi Xing, look for someone who knows the 'Tian Lei Yin' technique to help you break the fist calamity... If you have the opportunity to find one, you should try to learn the 'Tian Lei Yin' technique, and you can be free to fight against others in the future.
"
Zhiguang looked overjoyed when he heard this and said, "I will obey my senior brother's decree."
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Prince Xing's Mansion, after the founding of the country as the capital in the Southern Han Dynasty, was modeled on the expansion of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty. The East City and North City were official residences and military guard barracks residences, while the West City and Nancheng were residences for private residents and markets.
Unlike other dynasties such as the Central Plains and Jiangnan, the downtown area and the shops in Xingwang Mansion were built connected without separation. The major streets were lined with pavements, thousands of merchants gathered, and there were plenty of treasures. There was even a fanfang in the south city to facilitate the transactions of Fan people.
At three o'clock on the second day of May, in an east-west street adjacent to the West Lake in the city, three people were walking from north to south. In the middle was a handsome young man in a white robe, accompanied by a headdress on each side.
A person who dresses up as a woman in a curtain hat.
From time to time, the three of them looked up at the signs on the shops on both sides of the market. When they reached the "Sihai Inn" at the south end of the market, the three of them stopped. A woman on the right whispered: "Junior brother, are you at the Sihai Inn?"
"Yes." The young man in white robe nodded, and immediately the three of them stepped into the inn shop. There were two waiters in the shop who were clearing the table in the inn. One of them put down his hand and came forward, bowed and said: "My guest is
Stop and rest or...?"
"Excuse me, is the shopkeeper here?"
It was during the afternoon break and there was no shopkeeper sitting at the counter. The waiter looked at the three of them and asked suspiciously: "Who is your distinguished guest?"
"Someone asked me to send a message to your shopkeeper, please tell the store."
"Sir, please wait a moment. I'll report it to the shopkeeper right away."
The shop clerk bowed and saluted, then turned around and entered the backyard. After a while, he led a man in his late fifties out. The man walked up to the young man in white robes and saluted: "Bai Shengzu has met three guest officials."
, I wonder who the three noble officials are..."
"Thank you, shopkeeper Bai, and present this to Manager Lin..." The young man in white robe did not return the gift, but directly handed over a hand-sized bag of tips.
Shopkeeper Bai's face changed immediately when he heard this, and he immediately turned sideways to greet you, "The three distinguished guests will go to the room to rest for a while. Bai will go and notify the steward immediately."
The young man in white robe nodded, and he and the two women followed Shopkeeper Bai's lead to the Tianzi room on the second floor of the inn. Shopkeeper Bai waited for the three of them to sit down and immediately left.
After half a stick of incense, a sturdy man in his forties wearing a cloud-blue silk robe entered the room one after another with Shopkeeper Bai. The man glanced at the young man in the white robe, and his face showed joy.
He bowed and said, "Lin Youde has met the Young Pavilion Master."
"Bai Shengzu met with the Young Pavilion Master and asked the Young Pavilion Master to forgive me..."
"You two don't need to be polite." The young man in white robe smiled and looked at shopkeeper Bai: "The shopkeeper acted according to the rules, how can he be blamed?"
Lin Youde took out the brocade bag from his arms and presented it to the young man in white robe, "Five years ago, I accompanied Elder Qin to report on my duties in the pavilion. Unfortunately, the young master was still studying in the academy and had no chance to see me. Today, when I came to Prince Xing's Mansion, I asked my subordinates
What a pleasant surprise.”
"Senior sister and I are coming here this time, so we might get into trouble with Manager Lin." The young man in white robe paused for a moment, then pointed to the round pier beside the round table in the living room and said, "You two should sit down first and then we'll talk..."
Lin and Bai looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes."
It turns out that the young man in white robe is Luo Xiaoyao, and the two women are naturally Xiao Muyun and Xu Wenxiang.
When Luo and Xiao arrived in Yunzhou to pay homage to the soul of Xiao Yanbei, they followed the countermeasures discussed on Moforget Island that day and said they were going to Taibai Academy to visit Chu Nanfeng and others. At the same time, they invited Wu Wangbo to go to Nanfeng with them.
Han sought revenge on Zhuo Qinglian and persuaded Mu Daocheng to go with him to Taibai Academy.
Mu Daocheng had doubts at first, but when he saw that the two of them had stayed at Mingyue Villa for two days to persuade him, he dispelled his doubts. However, since his Tao Qi had been depleted and it was difficult to travel far away and wasted time, he could just stay in retreat at the Villa, but he urged himself.
Drive the two of them to Taibai Academy.
Luo and Xiao secretly loved each other, and after saying goodbye to Mu Daocheng, they rushed to Moforget Island without stopping. However, Xu Wenxiang heard that only Luo and Xiao went south together, fearing that something would happen again, so they didn't want to.
He made an excuse to wait for Lin Wanzhen to arrive and go together.
It was only April 29th when the two of them came to Moforget Island. They were so eager to go south for revenge that they did not even go to Youzhou to visit Xiao Siwen. When they learned that Lin Wanzhen would not come to the island until the tenth day of the lunar month, they were not willing to wait on the island for ten days.
eight days.
Luo Xiaoyao took out the Tongbao Pavilion token, saying that he could mobilize the masters of the pavilions from all over the Southern Han Dynasty to help, and then persuaded Xu Wenxiang to go south to Xingwang's Mansion together. The token with the word "ge" he held was for his exclusive use as the young pavilion master.
After Luo Xiaoyao came out of the mountain and returned to Lingxiu Village, Fang Yuan sent an order to inform all branch managers and elder-level figures. So when Luo Xiaoyao gave the bag containing the token to shopkeeper Bai to pass it on to Lin Youde, he immediately knew that it was Luo Xiaoyao.
In the inn.
After Lin and Bai took their seats, Luo Xiaoyao asked: "After Tongbao Pavilion was disbanded, I wonder how the manager's connections outside are like?"
"I wonder what the young master is asking about?" Lin Youde said.
"I want to inquire about a person. This person turns out to be a Shaozhou Biejia. She is a woman named Zhuo Qinglian."
"Original Shaozhou farewell? Zhuo Qinglian..." Lin Youde pondered for a moment and said: "As long as she has a place of origin and a name, my subordinates will find out. However, whether this woman is friends or enemies with the Young Pavilion Master
?”
"Enemies are people who must be killed, so be careful when making inquiries."
But seeing Luo Xiaoyao's murderous look, Lin Youde's eyes flashed, and he nodded and said: "Young Pavilion Master, don't worry, my subordinates will be careful. Then Young Pavilion Master, please move to another courtyard to stay..."
Luo Xiaoyao shook his head, "The three of us are not familiar with the terrain of the city. It's still early now. You should find an arrow guard who is familiar with the streets where the official residences are located to guide me. It won't be too late to go there at night."
Many official residences will have identity plaques hanging on the door. Although Luo Xiaoyao knew that Zhuo Qinglian had many tricks, he thought that if she were an official in the court, she would hang a plaque with her surname on the residence.