Chapter 652 Black lotus is also a lotus, a black shadow hiding in the dark
When the black lotus appeared, Gu Yusheng stood there blankly. It was not that he was helpless, but when the black lotus appeared, there was a sudden throbbing in his heart, as if he had somehow detected Mo Wanyun.
the breath.
Vaguely, Gu Yusheng felt a hand reaching towards him.
After climbing to the top of Qingping Mountain, Gu Yusheng thought that all his wishes had come true. The world's view of him had changed. The shackles in his heart had been removed and he was finally free. But when the black lotus swarmed towards him, there seemed to be something deep in his heart.
The darkness is awakening.
Gu Yusheng couldn't see the hand reaching out to him, but Gu Yusheng could feel the shackles on his body, just like the enemies he killed who always mentioned his fate.
It turns out that nothing has changed.
Maybe there is such a thing as destiny.
Gu Yusheng looked at the black lotus, feeling like he was being played by fate.
Gudong.
The demonic nature that had long been hidden in his heart seemed to open its eyes at this moment.
Gu Yusheng's eyes also became deeper.
At this moment, Mo Pinglan appeared silently in front of Gu Yusheng. He pushed forward with both hands, and the faint black lotus landed on Mo Pinglan's head.
The black flames instantly ignited Mo Pinglan.
He screamed in pain, but turned around and said to Gu Yusheng: "Brother Gu, the world you see in your eyes is not important. What is important is what kind of world you have in your heart, and what are you hesitating about!"
Gu Yusheng violently agitated, raised his left hand, and a mark was bright on his palm. The black flame that fell on Mo Pinglan was sucked into Gu Yusheng's palm by a strange suction force. Gu Yusheng closed his palms and opened them again. The black lotus was still there.
Yes, it was spinning in the palm of Gu Yusheng's hand.
"Master, the black lotus is also a lotus."
Gu Yusheng raised the corner of his mouth and the black lotus in his palm disappeared.
"Brother Mo, thank you very much!"
Gu Yusheng jumped up and appeared in front of the holy monk Shexin.
The Divine Monk Shexin looked at Gu Yusheng with his eyes, as if he was wondering that although Gu Yusheng had darkness in his heart, he would not be swallowed by the black lotus.
Gu Yusheng stood up straight, the sword box creaked behind him, and said: "Master has a sword, just come and kill him."
"Amitabha!"
The sacred monk Shexin lowered his eyebrows, and the shadow of the Buddhist sword in his hand was heavy. The superimposed sword energy was like the blessing of an eighteen-story glazed Buddhist pagoda. He was standing in the pagoda, with a sword flying in the air, ready to strike. He wanted to strike at Gu Yusheng.
The entire top of Qingping Mountain has also turned into a golden piece under the sword of the Divine Monk of Sacrifice. In the glazed pagoda, there are the images of Buddhas, the images of living beings, the images of longevity, and the chanting of Sanskrit sounds, which makes countless practitioners feel
Go to the Mahavira Buddha Hall of the Rulin Zen Sect.
Somewhere in Qingping Mountain, a voice was mixed with worry and secret anger: "The tea seller, the old monk Da Brahma went too far. He even used the magic power of suppressing demons and breaking prisons. I'm afraid my cheap brother can't take it."
The tea vendor folded his hands in his sleeves and remained silent.
Feng Siniang was a little anxious.
"If you don't help, I'll go."
"You can just go?"
The tea vendor looked calm: "You underestimate the monk's strength too much, and you don't believe that boy too much. If Gu boy didn't have that strength, Qin Jiu wouldn't have traveled far. If he could climb Qingping Mountain, he would naturally be able to do it."
Let's wait and see what happens with the sword."
As he spoke, the Buddha's light on the top of Qingping Mountain had condensed into a Buddha statue. The Buddha twisted beads and held a sword. The sword hung vertically and fell, and thousands of rays of rays illuminated the sky.
At the foot of Qingping Mountain, green lotuses bloomed, and sword lotuses floated up, competing with thousands of rays of light. The ancient Taoist formation on the top of Qingping Mountain appeared like an ancient mirror in the depths of the mist.
The light of the green lotus shines brighter and brighter.
Divine Monk Shexin frowned and looked somewhere with emotion. He saw an old man in a gray Confucian robe leaning against a tree in the forest.
"I didn't expect that your Excellency would live in seclusion in Qingpingzhou."
The Divine Monk Shexin frowned and made a hand seal with his hands. The Buddha was more solid than before, and his eyes looking at Yu Sheng became colder. The light of the Buddha turned into the shadow of the sword and intertwined with the green lotus. Fang Qiuliang's vicissitudes of voice reached the ears of the Divine Monk Shexin:
"Monk, I'm just here to join in the fun. If I really want to take action, this place won't be easy enough. All of this is the creation of his youth. It's what he feels and understands. Don't go too far."
The divine monk Shexin frowned, and a hint of complexity flashed across his expression.
Since ancient times, no one has ever been able to combine Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism into one body.
But now, he saw it with his own eyes.
The ancient bronze mirror in the sky is getting brighter and brighter.
The yin and yang of heaven and earth form an array.
The flying petals of the blue sword lotus lasted for dozens of breaths, and then disappeared between heaven and earth together with the Buddha's shadow.
Qingping has always been windy.
There is no wind at this time.
Use the ten realms to use the sword against the nine realms.
After the panic in the world dissipated, there was no aftermath.
This scene made countless people stupid on the spot.
Could it be that what you just saw was an illusion?
Where the shadow of the Green Lotus Sword dissipated, it re-condensed into the Green Ping Sword, and Gu Yusheng's Green Ping Sword at this time seemed to be somewhat different from when he climbed Qingping Mountain three days ago. The specific difference, even the monk She Xin could not tell.
He stepped forward, with golden lotuses spinning alternately under his feet. The sky was like a lake, with lotuses growing every step of the way.
"The poor monk underestimated you."
When the Divine Monk of Sacrifice put his hands together, all the Buddha shadows and golden elephants in the world returned to their bodies. A Buddhist sword was reunited in his hand. The Divine Monk of Sacrifice held the sword in front of him and stabbed at Gu Yusheng.
"The third sword!"
Ta-ta-ta!
The sound of heavy footsteps was heard as the Divine Monk Shexin stepped into the air. He held the sword in his hand and drew the sword arrogantly like a wild monk, which looked extremely strange.
But Gu Yusheng, who was opposite him, had his hair flowing freely without any wind, and the facial features on his face were spread back as if blown by a strong wind, and their facial features were somewhat distorted.
Gu Yusheng's pupils shrank.
The hand holding the sword became extremely heavy. He had many wonderful body movements, but at this time he could not lift his feet.
Fang Qiuliang in the mountain forest clasped his fingers secretly, and the yin and yang array appeared under his feet.
The tea seller looked solemn and said to himself: "The monk has been reincarnated for three generations, and with the blessing of merit and virtue, I am no match for him. Si Niang, I can't solve this crisis. Let's prepare to take action together."
Feng Siniang nodded solemnly.
In the palace of the dynasty, a curtain was opened, half of Chu Chaolong's face was covered, his eyes were staring at the sky, and his eyes were filled with thoughts, and his hands clenching the curtain creaked.
At the moment when the two sword tips in the sky touched, Chu Chaolong's shocked eyes moved little by little, retracted from the distance, moved to the side of the curtain, and suddenly asked, "Why are you here, Your Excellency?"
The sword light in the sky divided the sky of Qingping Mountain into two. When the sword light pierced everyone's eyes, a shadow in the corner of the palace curtain overlapped with the figure of Chu Chaolong.
A hoarse voice came from the darkness: "Under this mountain, the town guards are almost invincible. I can only choose the right time to show up. The Ling Pavilion tried so hard to plan for you, but you failed. The Pavilion Master is very angry, and the consequences will be serious.
, I’m here to remind you that Lingge never engages in loss-making business.”
"I understand. I haven't failed yet. Let the Pavilion Master wait a little longer."
Chu Chaolong slowly put down his hand. For him, he was no longer interested in the confrontation between the two swords that shone in the world.
"His Majesty?"
The old eunuch suddenly appeared in front of the curtain, with a look of caution and confusion.