The Taoist priest and the swordsman both opened their eyes.
They looked at each other and then laughed.
He smiled wildly, without restraint, and tears splattered everywhere.
Taiwu sniffed Xixi, walked over and waved his hand in front of the Taoist priest's eyes.
The laughter stopped suddenly.
"Are you stupid?"
Wang Pingan jumped up excitedly, opened his arms, and wanted to hug his little sister, but he did not do so after all.
It's about love, it's about etiquette.
When he realized that his hands had been stretched out and his whole body looked like a cross, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
In order to relieve the embarrassment, the Taoist priest raised his hand, stretched, and yawned in an unusually realistic way, "Xixi, why are you here?"
The swordsman had already seen Lu Zhengkang and asked hesitantly: "May I ask who you are?"
Fu Xixi ignored the Taoist priest and answered Bai Zimo's question, "This is a Buddhist, you all recognize him."
When the two heard the words, they knelt on the ground and chanted mercy.
Lu Zhengkang smiled and looked at the two old friends, Mo Yun and Ben You.
They have already explored their past lives, but they do not participate in the decision-making of this life. As for the two Taoist priests, they will be influenced by the legacy of their past lives.
Next, let's take Taiwu Xixi to attack the Sword Tomb.
The sword tomb requires Fu Yu's sword hilt to open, otherwise, Lu Zhengkang can go there alone.
The seven sword tombs are all located in Jingjing City, not far from Wudang Mountain. Speaking of Wudang, Lu Zhengkang still remembers the joke that Wudang is invincible.
This time, Lu Zhengkang only took Taiwu Xixi with him, and had no intention of taking the two Taoist priests with him.
Although they are now almost as powerful as the leader of a sect, in Lu Zhengkang's eyes, there is actually no difference. Mortals have their upper limit after all, even a strong man like Li Dingxun.
When Lu Zhengkang led his little sister to teleport for the second time, she could no longer suppress her curiosity and began to ask him how he learned this magic foot power.
Everything about the Buddha will be studied repeatedly by people, including of course the miracles and powers he revealed, which make countless people yearn for him.
Lu Zhengkang said calmly: "If you remember your past life, you can do it."
The fourteen venerables who were detained at the beginning all had some magical powers, and Sun Lizhai knew the magical powers.
Now among these fourteen people, there are only a few who can break through the fog of reincarnation, and some of them have given up the initiative like Ben Yu. In short, the Pure Land of the Holy Path has become unusually deserted.
Over the past hundred years, countless people have tried to sense the Sambhogakaya. Some went crazy and went crazy, some meditated deeply and discovered spiritual powers, and some tried in vain. As a result, no one succeeded.
The reason is of course not that people in the world are stupid, on the contrary, there are more and more strong people in the world, and there are not a few talented people in the world.
There is only one reason for failure, and that is the wrong direction.
At that time, the Bodhisattva's Sambhogakaya is in the deep state of the upper realm, the place of samsara, so it is useless to visualize the Pure Land idols.
Time flies, and years pass by. In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and Zhengyuan Buckle is open again, and this time, it will bring about huge changes.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the spring-like deep valley in front of him. Hundreds of flowers were blooming in the valley. There was a large tomb hidden deep in the flowers, with a corner of the carved beams and painted buildings exposed, like a beauty covering her face shyly. At the entrance of the deep valley, a stone tablet had the three characters "Mo Nu Yi" written on it.
A feeling of approaching ultimate destiny came over my heart, and not only Lu Zhengkang, but Taiwu Xixi also felt the same.
Looking back on this life, it is a long road, going very fast, with countless scenery on the road, endless waves of dust, the universe and people's hearts are spinning in a small space, life and death are confused between dreams and reality, then, the end of the road we are about to face may be
If you want something, you may not get anything. In short, the end of the journey is right in front of you.
The usual smile on the girl's face slowly faded, "Fozi, I feel a little sad."
Lu Zhengkang looked at her, accepting Taiwu's fate and bearing Taiwu's pain.
"It's sad. It'll be fine in a while."
"Really?"
"I won't lie to you."
You are becoming more and more like her.
They walked towards the Sword Tomb, and when they passed the stone monument at the mouth of the valley, a beggar lying in the grass suddenly stopped them.
"My lords, please don't go any further here!"
Taiwu Xixi was really startled by the sudden appearance of this strange man. He frowned and asked, "Why?"
This beggar is really weird. He is the only one in the huge valley. He seems to be a mortal, but Taiwu Xixi did not notice his existence at all. Even though the beggar was standing in front of him, ordinary and trembling, he was still there.
Give her a sense of unreality.
This person really has a problem.
The beggar looked at Lu Zhengkang and did not recognize him at all. He turned to Taiwu Xixi and said: "I saw countless heroes going to the sword tomb in the valley, but no one survived. It is really a big risk. I advise you two
If you leave as soon as possible, you can save your life."
Taiwu Xixi was suspicious and decided not to pay attention to this man's crazy words. He stood behind Lu Zhengkang and fell silent.
Lu Zhengkang nodded to the beggar, "We will meet him eventually, so you don't have to worry."
The beggar was stunned and couldn't understand his words at all, so he lazily lay back in the grass and muttered a recital mantra.
Lu Zhengkang continued walking into the valley. Taiwu Xixi took one last look back before entering the valley. The beggar was still lying down, seemingly asleep.
From outside the valley, the sword tomb was still looming, but once entering the valley, it suddenly disappeared at the end of the flowers, and you couldn't see it even if you looked left and right.
The terrain in the valley is undulating and winding. Although there are dirt roads and beast trails, they also branch off a lot, but I don't know if we can reach the Sword Tomb.
Taiwu Xixi pointed to a place in the northwest and said: "Look over there, there are many birds circling and singing. There seems to be something strange. Let's go and have a look."
Lu Zhengkang nodded and walked along the path towards the place where the birds were singing. He walked around a hillside and saw a man standing in a bush.
The opponent's eyes were red, he was panting, and he was holding a sharp Fanyi knife. When he saw Lu Zhengkang and the two of them, he immediately rushed towards them.
Taiwu Xixi concluded that this person was possessed by Xiangshu, and while the other person was running, he raised his voice and asked, "Who are you?"
The man let out a fanatical roar: "A certain family is trying to destroy good deeds! Heretics will be punished with death!"
He raised the weapon in his hand and used the Nine Palaces Drunken Sword of Fulongtan Eighth Level Martial Arts. What was originally a set of good martial arts that sought to induce drunkenness was whirring like wind in his hands, as if he was jumping like crazy, and completely without any rules.
Taiwu Xixi stepped forward to meet the enemy, and subdued him easily. Then he took out the hilt of the Fuyu sword from his arms, held the sword in his left hand, pointed at the universe, and recited a mantra: "All appearances are delusional and painful, and no one falls off the net.
See that I am not who I am, and if there is no self, then there is no devil!"
After saying this, Taiwu lightly tapped Qushan's forehead with the hilt of his sword, immediately dispelling the demonic barrier. The man no longer struggled, his eyes were clear, and he shouted: "Thank you, Taiwu, for saving your life!"
The younger sister let go of the man, who turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Get up, there is no need to kowtow."
The man refused to listen and continued to kowtow, but his body continued to lose weight. After kowtowing eighteen times, the man became still, like a stone sculpture.
Taiwu Xixi gently touched the other person's shoulder and back, and saw that the man turned into dust and dissipated in the wind, leaving only a porcelain vase, and everything else disappeared without a trace.
