The breeze blows, the purple leaves sway, the purple bamboos stand like swords, and the mountains and fields are like flags, guarding the overseas spiritual mountains!
Wu Ming's eyes flashed, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed a purple bamboo and uprooted it, quickly put it into his longyi, and quickly untied his clothes. He looked around to make sure there was no one around, and once again extended his evil hand to the purple bamboo.
hands.
He works at sunrise and rests at sunset. Looking from a distance, Wu Ming is like an old farmer harvesting fruits. He is tireless and cheerful, using his hands like wheels. The purple bamboo forest where he passed was damaged, and a large open space soon appeared.
His grin almost reached behind his ears, and there was still a glimmer of saliva hanging on his face.
If there is a person with strong spiritual consciousness here, he will definitely be able to see that although his eyes are bright, they are unfocused and his pupils are dilated, which is a sign of ecstasy!
"wrong……"
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ming's eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked around in shock. There should have been an open space behind him, but it was still full of purple. The purple bamboos were swaying in the wind, as if they were waving, more like a silent mockery.
"call!"
Wu Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The soul in the sea of consciousness emitted wisps of golden light, and there was an image of transforming into a dragon. When his eyes opened and closed, golden light burst out, and deep in his pupils there was a dragon shadow roaring proudly. Wherever it touched, purple light suddenly appeared.
Disperse and reveal the purple bamboo forest again!
"I see!"
Looking at the hundreds of purple bamboos pulled out from Longyi, they were just pieces of bamboo leaves. Wu Ming's bitter smile flashed away. After all, his Taoism was too shallow.
Zizhu Island is an overseas spiritual mountain, as famous as Penglai in the East China Sea. The difference is that Penglai Immortal Sect established its sect, but Zizhu Island is only the hermitage of this Bodhisattva.
The specialty of the island is the purple bamboo, which is made from the spiritual root of heaven and earth. It is nourished by the sea veins and has countless branches. The purple bamboo that grows in ten years is comparable to a spiritual weapon. A hundred years is a mysterious weapon, a thousand-year-old weapon, and a ten-year-old Taoist weapon.
!
It is said that the spiritual roots of heaven and earth are of extraordinary spirituality and immeasurable holy power. As a result, Zizhu Island was born. It was like a world. When it was coveted by the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, it never thought that Buddhist Bodhisattva would appear and belong to it from then on.
How can such treasures be easily obtained?
Even though Wu Ming had extraordinary aspirations, he was also fascinated by the treasure. It was definitely not a deliberate arrangement by someone, but just a simple treasure that moved people's hearts!
"Junior, I have offended you so much, please..."
Wu Ming tied up his clothes and bowed to salute. Before he finished speaking, a purple light appeared in front of him.
Buzz!
The sky-reaching purple bamboo, which is as thick as a bucket, nine feet long and ninety-nine and eighty-one sections long, appears silently.
"This is……"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly, he pondered for a moment, and thanked him again, "Thank you Bodhisattva for the gift!"
Buzz!
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Zizhu began to tremble, shaking as if displeased, and made a whining flute sound!
"Young man doesn't know the beauty of beauty, so he is ashamed to receive the treasure from the fairy!"
No matter how stupid Wu Ming is, he knows that this must be a gift from the legendary spiritual root of heaven and earth - the innate purple bamboo spirit.
Buzz!
The sky-reaching purple bamboo buzzed and swayed, and the purple light shone brightly. It actually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few feints, it turned into a three-foot-long, one-hand-thick nine-section bamboo sword, like a divine weapon.
What is different from ordinary weapons is that the bamboo sword has no edge and is round in body, with only convex sections. Countless leaves form the sword's jaw. The root system at the end is like a coiled dragon, and the top is as sharp as the tip of a sword!
The most eye-catching thing is that cloud patterns flicker on the sword from time to time, as if there is great power contained in it, completely natural!
Wu Ming frowned. Instead of feeling happy at all, he felt a little hesitant, almost worried.
Tao Yun Tiancheng, Bamboo Sword Taoist Soldier!
This is a Taoist sword transformed from a thousand-year-old purple bamboo!
"It's difficult!"
Wu Ming thought to himself, but his face was filled with joy as he held the Purple Bamboo Sword. What made his expression change drastically was that the moment he touched the bamboo sword, purple light on it was like electricity, lingering around his fingertips, making a crackling sound.
puff!
Wu Mingru was hit hard and trembled all over. He watched helplessly as a drop of pale golden red blood appeared on his fingertips and exploded from the tip of the sword with a pop.
hold head high!
The blood mist filled the air, and the dragon roared proudly. Under the pull of purple light, the blood mist turned into a blood-gold dragon and sank into the tip of the sword. A trace of blood appeared along the sword body until it reached the hilt.
There was a sudden crackling sound, but the countless bamboo leaves at the sword's jaw seemed to come to life, fluttering in the wind, and moving upward along the sword body. The purple light shone brightly, turning into a purple-gold blade, which made people dare not look directly at it!
"Good stuff!"
Wu Ming silently felt the feeling of blood connection that emerged out of thin air. With a thought, the purple-gold brilliance reappeared, and the bamboo leaves silently retreated to the sword, and then disappeared from the fingertips in a flash and appeared in his life orifice.
There, there is a mountain-like dragon horn, with a sword and a sword on each of the two branches. It is the Lengyue Sword and the Dragon Meteor Sword!
The appearance of the Purple Bamboo Sword caused both of them to bloom with supreme edge. The cold rainbow was like the moon and the cold light was like blood. They complemented each other, but they could not withstand the brilliance of the Purple Bamboo Sword. They were slowly pushed away and finally hung between the two horns!
The lines on the two horns seemed to come alive, constantly moving around and making fine rustling sounds, causing the light from the three sharp edges to sink into it and feed it back. This cycle goes on and on, and the breath becomes stronger little by little!
"Why!"
Wu Ming sighed secretly, rearranged his clothes, bowed to the purple bamboo forest, and headed straight to the top of the mountain.
I got a Tiancheng Dao Sword out of thin air. Not only was I not happy at all, but it became more and more heavy. However, there was still an indescribable joy on my face. It was really contradictory and frustrating!
It’s a blessing, not a curse, it’s a curse that cannot be avoided!
Thinking of this, Wu Ming's steps became a little more brisk, and the joy on his face became more real. He enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way, as if traveling in the mountains and rivers, until he reached a bamboo building with a lotus pond deep in the purple bamboo forest.
"Hey, it was a pity to say goodbye that year. I couldn't sleep at night. I never thought I would see Fairy Lan here today!"
The two women in the lotus pond were dressed in linen monk's robes, but their natural beauty could not be concealed. Wu Ming recognized them at a glance, and they were sisters Lan Xinhui, and couldn't help but whistled.
"Donor Wu, Buddhism is a pure place, don't make mistakes!"
Lan Xinhui slowly stood up, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, she folded her hands together in a salute, and declared the name of the Buddha, "Amitabha!"
"you……"
What made Wu Ming's expression stagnant was that Lan Xinhui had no black hair on the edge of her bhikshuni hat.
I never thought that this exquisite goddess, who was famous throughout the Song Dynasty and even in China, would actually become a monk.
Even if he seems to be a sincere person, when he thinks of such a beautiful and extraordinary woman, who will hold the wooden fish vertebrae in his hands and always accompany the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, he can't help but feel a pang of regret, without the slightest admiration, and more for no reason at all.
of annoyance.
It seems that such a strange woman should bloom in China and leave a lasting mark, so why should she stay there all her life?
"Hey, even if the fairy has a Buddha in her heart, it will only make hundreds of millions of men in China sigh with regret!"
Wu Ming sighed sincerely.
“The donor’s words are serious!”
Lan Xinhui lowered her head slightly and said seriously, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you!"
Wu Ming was startled and looked at Lan Xinhui blankly.
"lecher!"
Lan Xinsu spat in displeasure and looked at Wu Ming thoughtfully.
I don’t know if it’s because Wu Ming only has eyes for his sister and ignores her as a younger sister, or because Wu Ming offended Lan Xinhui.
"My sister will live her best years and will always be with the Ancient Buddha of Green Lanterns for the rest of her life. You, my sister, don't know how to stop me?"
Wu Ming shouted.
"ah?"
Lan Xinsu was stunned, seemingly frightened by the half-truth and half-false anger, and said aggrievedly, "My sister...Master Huiyue...hey!"
"The donor must have something important to do here, why do you need to stay here?"
Lan Xinhui said calmly.
"Sorry for bothering you!"
Wu Ming cupped his fists and saluted, lifted up the hem of his clothes, climbed onto the bamboo tower, and inadvertently took a deep look at the beautiful figure that could make any man dream, and then he opened the curtain and entered.
"sister!"
Lan Xinsu choked up, her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell into the water, causing light ripples.
"Amitabha!"
Lan Xinhui clasped her hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and silently picked lotus pods. Her moon-like face was reflected in the water. Even if there were ripples, it could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.
"I entered Wu Ziming at the end of my studies and paid my respects to the Bodhisattva. I would like to thank the Bodhisattva for suppressing the demon shark and saving the boy!"
When he got to the building, before he could see clearly what was going on inside, Wu Ming cupped his hands and clasped his fists, bowing to the bottom.
"Do you have a grudge in your heart?"
The warm voice that was cold yet compassionate sounded, like beads falling on a jade plate, clear and sweet.
"Don't dare!"
"Is it because you don't dare?"
"It's not the boy who has resentment in his heart, but the people of Yazhou!"
Wu Ming frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.
"Gee, listen to this kid's unintentional words. You can tell him that he is an all-rounder and makes trouble everywhere. You can tell him that he is heartbroken and cunning. But he is also plagued by evil. In my opinion, my sister might as well accept him as her apprentice. After all,
It’s better than him causing trouble again!”
The delicate smile like a silver bell is like the spring breeze blowing on the face, making people's hearts sway.
"You are..."
Wu Ming raised his head in astonishment, only to see two women whose faces could not be seen clearly sitting opposite each other. One of them could be seen wearing a golden robe, and she looked very noble. The other woman was as indifferent as a lotus in the pond, neither fighting nor grabbing, emerging from the mud.
Bu Ran, in a daze, wore a linen monk's robe to give him a sense of independence from the world!
"Buddhism is pure and inactive. If my six roots are impure, how can I enter Buddhism?"
The woman shook her head indifferently and fiddled with the tea cup. Her slender jade fingers were as white and flawless as lotus roots, making people look at her and not dare to have any charming thoughts.
"Young man Meng Lang, you unintentionally disturbed the Bodhisattva's spiritual practice. Please forgive me!"
How could Wu Ming not know that this woman was Taki Jing Bodhisattva, who was so powerful in the South China Sea that the water tribe did not dare to cross the Thunder Pond? He also did not dare to delve deeper into the identity of the other woman, so he immediately bowed his head and bowed deeply.
"Before you set foot in Yazhou, you were planning and scheming against the Nangong family. This was a step-by-step, scheming approach. How can you call it an unintentional move by Meng Lang?"
Takijing Bodhisattva's words were calm and did not mean to blame, but they contained the power of God and made people bow down.
"I...shut up!"
Wu Ming was shocked and almost blurted out his truest thoughts. Fortunately, at the last moment, he bit the tip of his tongue hard and woke up from the severe pain.
Follow your words, and your holy power will be fulfilled!
It was just that he bit down too hard, half of his tongue was almost broken off, and wisps of bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, which was extremely dazzling.
That noble and extraordinary woman suddenly put down the tea cup with a clinking sound!
"What's the name of the sword?"
Takijing Bodhisattva seems to have no awareness of the way.
"Sword...Nine...Nine Tribulations...Sword!"
Wu Ming's mouth was bleeding and he was slurring his words. He slowly stood up straight while sucking in the air-conditioning.
Rumble!
Before he finished speaking, the purple bamboo sword in the life orifice burst into glory, and the Taoist rhyme suddenly surged, penetrating into the void, causing the storm above Zizhu Island to change colors and thunder!