Chapter 419 The monk is not a monk, the Tao is not the Tao
Chapter 419
A human figure flew towards him and landed between Emperor Ming and the Iron Spear.
At the critical moment, Liu Aji exploded with the last strength in his body and blocked Lin Shaoyu's fatal shot.
Then his heart was pierced by an iron gun, his face turned from white to red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died.
Lin Shaoyu was startled, but Emperor Ming's reaction was faster than him. Emperor Ming seemed not to have seen Liu Aji's body, he raised his gun with his right hand and stabbed Lin Shaoyu.
This kind of reaction was really not something Lin Shaoyu could have. When he came to his senses, the iron spear had passed through his shoulder. Then, Lin Shaoyu pulled out the iron spear and stabbed Emperor Ming.
Emperor Ming retreated again and again until he could no longer retreat. In front of him was Lin Shaoyu's blood-red spear point.
Knowing that he was about to die, Emperor Ming's eyes flashed with fear. No, he had not lost yet, he still had a helping hand.
Lin Shaoyu seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"The person you are waiting for will not come."
Immediately, the iron spear in his hand was firmly pierced.
Outside the palace, Fuyun Temple.
A man pushed open the temple door and walked out quickly. He jumped onto the roof and walked quickly. There were fights under the palace walls everywhere, but he turned a blind eye and rushed towards the Golden Palace.
Suddenly, two figures appeared on the roof in front, one old and one young. The young man held a white flag in his hand and wrote four big characters.
"Seeing through the world"
The old monk's footsteps stopped, and the two sides looked at each other twenty steps apart. The complicated sounds around him, fighting, screaming, and the loud wind in the sky seemed to have been blocked out. There were only three people on the roof of the hall.
After a long while, the old monk put his hands together and bowed his head slightly.
"Senior brother."
The veteran twirled his beard with his hand and nodded gently.
"Junior brother."
One monk and the other were all old, but they treated each other as brothers and sisters. This made the young Taoist priest who watched this scene exclaimed in disbelief.
Meng Zhi, the Qingye Buddha, presided over Fuyun Temple and was known as the Living Buddha in Chang'an City. People praised him for his proficiency in Buddhism and his golden tongue. Fuyun Temple was always crowded with people every time he opened a forum to preach Buddhism.
The wandering Taoist Guo Fanren, also known as Mr. Beidou, held up a sign saying "See the World" and was very arrogant and deserved a beating. But in today's Justice Religion, he is the well-deserved first strategist, and in the eyes of Justice Religion believers, he is simply a living god.
Come into the world.
But in fact, Meng Zhiliao was not a monk, and Guo Fanren was not a Taoist priest. A long time ago, they both had other identities.
Guo Fanren was born in the south of the Yangtze River. He was the seventh number one scholar since the founding of the empire. He was once worshiped as a professor in the empire. Thirty years ago, when he signed a contract with the Rong people to humiliate the country and lose power, he personally presided over the peace meeting. It was also because of this.
After that incident, Guo Fanren was stabbed in the spine by the entire empire and suffered too much infamy, so he resigned from his job and chose to wander around the world.
Meng Zhiliao, a Qingzhou native, was born into the Meng family of Qingzhou, and the Meng family was a figure who followed the founding king of the empire to conquer the country. When he was born, Meng Zhiliao carried a title on his back. When he was very young, the world was full of mortals, and he
Have enjoyed it all.
The two of them, a noble boy from a humble family and a romantic young man, seemed to be on two different paths, but they had a common teacher: the great Confucian scholar Boyang Zi.
The two studied etiquette, justice, integrity, poetry, calligraphy and music. From the supreme classics of Confucianism, one understood Buddhism and the other understood Taoism, and then embarked on two completely different paths.
We meet again today.
The two of them stood twenty steps apart, their eyes were equally calm, but their bodies showed a rare energy. The old man would always feel a little jealous in front of young people, and he would only regain some confidence in front of his peers.
We are all old foxes, we all know each other's ins and outs, and no one needs to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf.
The sound of fighting in the distance reached here, and Meng Zhi knew that his heart was not as calm as on the outside. If he rushed over now, he might be able to save the situation. The longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it would be for his side.
"Senior brother, can you give in?"
"Junior brother, can you stay?"
Meng Zhizhi's breathing became slower and slower, and finally almost disappeared. It was just a fight, and only the one who could defeat the opponent could pass here.
"Senior brother, please."
"Laer."
Guo Fanren opened his hand, and a sword was handed to his palm. He took off the scabbard and placed the blade in front of him.
Qingye Buddha took action boldly, taking off his cassock and using it as a weapon. It was as straight as a stick and as curved as a hook. He could throw it and draw it. A piece of cassock became the most deadly weapon in his hands.
Guo Fanren uses his sword to form a sword, and uses several consecutive moves to stabilize the country, stabilize the country, and lead the mountains and rivers!
He was so guarded that Qingye Buddha couldn't find a flaw. Hong Chen stared blankly at this scene, a little lost. He had been with the master for too long and had never seen him take action. He thought he would only deceive and deceive, but he didn't know that he
And such sharp swordsmanship.
"Haoran Sword!" Qingye Buddha sneered: "To lure thieves into the capital and bring chaos to the world, are you still qualified to use the Haoran Righteous Sword?"
"The strength of the empire has been exhausted. Nothing can be established until it is destroyed. I have a clear conscience and can still nourish my awe-inspiring righteousness."
"This great righteousness requires too much blood to nourish."
With a sharp shout, Qingye Buddha took action again, rolled up his cassock into a cloth stick, and patted Guo Fanren.
Know how to stop, cultivate yourself, do what you don't want to do, and the dead are like this, a wake-up call...
The thirty-six sticks of Confucianism are used to kill the heart and those who are disobedient in the world.
The two of them are a monk and a Taoist priest. One uses a sword and the other uses a stick. But in fact, they are from the same school, and the principles of sword and stick techniques are all the same.
"Junior brother, why should I be stubborn and determined to be a lonely and rebellious son of the empire?"
"You have your awe-inspiring righteousness, but even though there are thousands of people out there, I will go."
The Confucianism of this era was not as lifeless as Cheng Dalei understood. "He" was still very young and full of vigor to change the world.
"This big ship of the empire is hopeless, and the wise men have already disembarked." Guo Fanren thrust out a sword. This is the most common form of Haoran's sword: horizontally, vertically.
"Senior brother, I have forgotten that I have never been smart, so I want to be a fool of this empire." Meng Zhizhi turned the cassock in his hand in a circle, which was the basic move of Thirty-Six Sticks: Naru Dao.
Horizontal and vertical strokes are the beginning of writing, and each stroke is the beginning of life.
The skills of both of them have returned to their original state. Their moves are becoming more and more concise, but their power is getting stronger and stronger.
"But it's too late."
Guo Fanren shouted loudly, and the sword suddenly became sharper, the killing move of Haoran Zhengqi Sword.
Leading mountains and rivers.
Meng Zhiliao's sudden change of moves was like a Bodhisattva's low eyebrow in Buddhist martial arts.
We are not afraid of Vajra's angry eyes, but we are afraid of the Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows. The lowering of the Bodhisattva's eyebrows means that he has withdrawn his compassion and has already begun to murder.
Guo Fanren didn't expect his sudden change of moves, and he suddenly woke up. Meng Zhizhi was approaching him, and the cloth stick was thrown at his chest.
A gentleman can bully others.
Guo Fanren spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his face turned from white to red, then from red to blue.