The breeze blew suddenly, and the billowing clouds and mist seemed to solidify silently at this moment.
"He is a very remarkable existence, one of the most outstanding existences in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad!"
Wu Ming pondered for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to think for a moment.
There is nothing to hide. If his prediction is correct, a being like a middle-aged Taoist priest will attract everyone's attention no matter what kind of world he is placed in.
As the old saying goes, gold always shines, there is no doubt about it.
"one?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Yes, throughout the ages, arrogant heroes have been like crucian carp crossing the river. If a poor Taoist can stand on the top of the world, he will have no regrets in this life!"
Wu Ming didn't answer, but kept refilling the middle-aged Taoist's water and poured himself a cup of tea.
Even though the clues were revealed, at his current level of cultivation, there was no need to be secretive.
What's more, when he told the Demon Ancestor Mo Luo, who had transformed into Zhao Shuhang, this fact in the Kunlun Mountains, he had no intention of hiding it any longer.
Moreover, with the perspective and experience of a middle-aged Taoist priest, I am afraid that he has already had a glimpse of whether he is an outsider.
"What kind of place is that?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest asked again.
"There is no need to use force to destroy the law!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"There is no need to use force to destroy the law?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly, rubbed his teacup, picked up a white seed, put it down gently, glanced at Wu Ming and said, "Passed!"
"No demons, no barbarians!"
Wu Ming picked up a black stone and placed it at will.
"It's quite cruel!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned cold, and he glanced at Wu Ming again, "Where's the devil?"
"The devil is in the human heart!"
Wu Ming pinched the black hand, paused slightly, and then said again, "Everywhere!"
"Hey, sure enough!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled brightly, seemingly mockingly, "It seems that those few are not omnipotent!"
"There is no omnipotent being in this world!"
Wu Ming smiled.
"And you?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest Luo Zi took a sip of tea, seeming to be savoring something, and said something meaningful.
"I?"
Wu Mingluozi raised his head and said with a smile, "Master Dao, wait and see!"
"Um?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his head, and Wu Ming was reflected in his eyes as if they contained the sun, moon, and universe.
But deep in his pupils, what he saw was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, elegant and calm, just like a Xuanzhen immortal, and he was astonishingly the same.
Due to the depth of his cultivation and the essence of Taoism, he could not see any flaws. It was as if the person opposite him was himself, as if he was looking into a mirror, but there was no evil intention at all. It was completely natural and the Taoism was natural.
"Half immortal Buddha, half god and devil!"
Of course, the middle-aged Taoist priest would not just look like that. He took a deep look at Wu Ming and uttered a verse full of profound meaning.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming shook his head and laughed, and said lightly, "If Taoist Master only has this kind of Taoism, he will be very disappointed with me!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly and looked sideways at Wu Ming. He looked carefully, but in the end he didn't see any changes. He rubbed his tea cup for a while, not knowing how to answer.
"Hey, after going around and around, I still got you into a pit!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and continued to ask, "From your tone, it seems that there is not much better than here."
"No difference!"
Wu Ming nodded and replied seriously, "Birth, old age, illness, death, and the changes in the four seasons are no different from here."
Is there a difference?
Aside from the lack of warriors who come and go, and the various mysterious techniques, there really is no difference between the two worlds.
There are still beings who are high above and dominate the life and death of mortals, there are still weapons that can destroy the world, and there are still dark areas with feasting and feasting.
The only difference, perhaps, is that in the previous life there was no self-exiled libertine who indulged in feasting and feasting, and in this life there was a peerless strong man who stood at the top and could control the changes in the world.
Even the future direction of the human race can be decided in one word, in the palm of your hand.
"No difference?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned deeply, looked up at the sky, and seemed to be saying to himself, "That shouldn't be the case. Those people who haven't heard from each other for so many years just made no difference?"
"Why should there be a difference?"
Wu Ming asked rhetorically.
"If there is no difference, where should our human race go?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a straight face.
“Let nature take its course!”
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Let nature take its course?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned deeper and looked at Wu Mingdao with a rather unnatural expression, "Don't you know what is the predicament of our human race? If we follow the way you see it, we, the human race, will not be able to escape...
"
"The times are changing, so we should keep pace with them!"
Wu Ming looked indifferent and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest calmly, "In this world, there is never a once-and-for-all solution. Even in that world where martial arts cannot be destroyed, what I see is still destruction, but sooner or later!
"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion gradually turned a bit ugly, and the hand holding the tea cup seemed to be shaking a few times invisibly.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to believe that Wu Ming was not lying and was telling the truth.
No matter how well the human race develops, it seems that it cannot escape that vicious circle. It will either self-destruct or be destroyed in the turmoil that is about to begin, or even has already begun, in the world.
This shouldn't be the case. This shouldn't be the ending that the human race, a creature that has suffered many disasters and suffered many misfortunes, yet is favored by heaven and earth, should have!
"wrong!"
When the middle-aged Taoist priest's thoughts were extremely disordered, a bright light suddenly flashed through his mind like thunder, and he saw a figure, which seemed to be himself, but more like the person in front of him. His face gradually calmed down, and he looked deeply at Wu Mingdao, "
It seems that you already have a plan!"
"Hey!"
Wu Ming lowered his head and smiled, seeming a little shy, just like before, "If the stall is bigger, even if someone later loses his fortune, at least... he will have a little more time to do so!"
"Is that so?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled and nodded heavily, "That's the truth. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. However, aren't you worried that those old guys won't agree?"
"Does it make any difference whether they agree or not?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"There really is no difference!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled sarcastically, picked up the tea cup, and lowered his eyelids slightly.
"Farewell!"
Wu Ming stood up slowly, bowed his hands, stepped out of the pavilion, and disappeared.
"After fighting for so many years, could you have imagined that this would be the result?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the sky, and in the depths of his deep eyes, there was a luster of unknown meaning. His back looked more and more mysterious, adding to the desolation and loneliness.
…
On that day, Yuan Tiangang, the leader of the Tiangong Courtyard in the Middle Tang Dynasty, the former Taoist leader and the Taoist Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, left China and entered the Demonic Star Tianyuan. He invited the demon clan Ziyue Royal Family to fight and was named the Moon God - Zi Yinghan!
After three days and three nights of fierce fighting, Yuan Daojun returned to China. When Ye Sheng died in Zhongnan Mountain, the color of the sky and the earth changed, blood rained in torrents, and all souls were mourned.
At the same time, the Ming Dynasty Sage entered the Songshan Shaolin Temple and met the head of the Buddhist ancestral court, the contemporary holy monk Xuanye.
Looking at the young man in front of him in his prime, like the rising sun in the east, Xuan Ye's ancient well is calm, and his Buddhist heart, which he has practiced for many years, can't help but have some waves.
Once upon a time, the young man in front of him had to resort to being a fool and hide in the Shaolin Temple to seek refuge. But now he dared to face him directly, and he came with the intention of making Buddhism target him and even make him hostile.
But even if he knew, even if he could keep the young man out, Xuan Ye still let him in.
It’s impossible not to let go!
With his current power, even if he can stop him for a while, he will not be able to stop him forever.
What's more, with the strength and means shown by this person, God knows what amazing things he will do if time does not allow.
If you don’t see me, what will happen to the Vajra Temple?
Although they are both one of the ancestral houses of Buddhism, Buddhism is Buddhism. Even if it is divided into Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism, two words of Buddha cannot be written in one stroke, but it is a fact.
"I didn't expect that someone as proud as Taoist Brother Zhiyuan would be persuaded by you!"
Xuan Ye said with emotion.
"Does the holy monk think that with Tao Jun's character and cultivation, anyone can really persuade him?"
Wu Ming looked indifferent and did not answer the question.
Xuan Ye was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at Wu Ming. What was reflected in his pupils was a monk in linen robes. He was about thirty or forty years old, but he seemed to be seven or eight years old. But when he looked carefully, he looked like he was seventy or eighty years old. Monk.
"I am not who I am in the past and future!"
Xuan Ye was stunned for a long time and looked at Wu Ming with emotion, "I never thought that the layman's Buddhist teachings could be so profound, reaching the realm of the Buddha."
"The holy monk thinks that Buddha is in this state?"
Wu Ming tilted his head slightly and looked at Xuan Ye indifferently, "Or, in the eyes of the holy monk, this realm is the end of the journey of Buddhism?"
"Amitabha, a poor monk has taken the form!"
Xuan Ye clasped his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said with deep eyes, "Although the layman's cultivation is advanced, our Buddhist sect will never compromise easily, and we ask the layman to point out a clear path!"
"Do you know? According to this sage, the Buddha should be destroyed!"
Wu Ming's expression was slightly cold and he didn't care. Facing a holy Buddha, he revealed his inner hatred and said lightly, "However, existence is the truth. Even if I am sitting in my current position, I will not act based on my own happiness and anger. Therefore... the holy monks can rest assured that Buddhism will not be cut off, nor will it be targeted or suppressed."
"Please also ask the layman to give you some advice!"
Xuan Ye frowned slightly, not hiding the confusion in his eyes.
Logically speaking, Wu Ming forced Master Fan to death, carried out a devastating suppression of Confucianism, and with the help of the banker, deprived the Taoist leader of Zhiyuan Daojun from his position, and forced him to go to the outside world to fight with Zi Yinghan. After the war, he died as a saint after returning.
It is conceivable that Taoism will definitely go through some shuffling, and the bloody atmosphere in it, from the perspective of a being like him who has lived for countless years, even if he has not personally participated, he can already smell the pungent smell of blood.
"Buddhism values compassion. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Our human race is now surrounded by enemies, internal and external troubles, and is in danger. Shaolin Temple is the ancestral home of Buddhism. So we should go out to save people and go to the West End to promote Buddhism and preach its teachings. Bar!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"The layman wants to send me, a Buddhist, to a foreign country?"
Xuan Ye's face darkened slightly, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes, "But I don't know how virtuous and capable a layman is. With this..."
"Get out or die!"
Wu Ming said coldly.
The Buddhist beads in Xuan Ye's hand suddenly paused, and his face turned a little stiffly. He looked at the clouds and mist around Songshan Mountain, silently lowered his head and sighed, and declared the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good!" (To be continued)