Sangsang's master was the Great Priest of Light, who once stood above Apocalypse in an instant.
At that time, Sang Sang stood under the old poplar tree on the cliff in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an City, watching that unprecedented battle in the most suitable venue, and Sang Sang was the person most qualified to evaluate that battle.
Jun Mo smiled and didn't say anything, because the senior brother said that the twelfth junior brother was very abnormally strong, so he was naturally stronger than Wei Guangming.
After taking another sip of wine, Jun Mo seemed to feel better about the fight with the outside world. He handed the wine to Ning Que and forcefully squeezed away the three monks at the window of the main hall.
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Outside the hall, the thunderbolt disappeared without knowing when, and the torrent of Buddha's light collapsed and disappeared.
The sky is no longer as blue as before, but extremely pale, as white as Sangsang's little face when enveloped by the Buddha's light. Countless crystal white dots fall from the sky, as pure as the first snow in early winter.
Those are the fine particles that the sky sheds when it instinctively repairs itself. It is the purest form of the breath of heaven and earth.
In the vast white space, a light cough came, and a young man in white clothes and holding a sword appeared on the broken ground. His sword was as sharp as before, and his hair was as unruly as before, but the corner of his mouth
There were bright red blood stains on the body, and there were also blood stains on the white clothes on the chest.
The young man took the wine bag hanging from his waist in his hand, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of the white snow falling from the sky, and said happily: "Happy!"
Happy, it can be said that the beating just now was very happy, it can be said that it was happy to drink a sip of strong wine after the beating, or it can be said that it was happy after seeing the two white eyebrows of the old monk opposite.
The old monk opened his mouth and said: "I once received news at Xuankong Temple that you would participate in the Bon Festival, and no one in the Buddhist sect can stop you, and no one in the Buddhist sect can bet on whether you will take action, so I came.
.Looking at you like this, the point that has always puzzled me has finally been confirmed."
The young man smiled and asked: "Confirm what?"
"You came to Lanke Temple to protect the daughter of Hades only secondarily, the most important thing is for me."
The young man's smile became even stronger, and his alcoholism was naturally stronger. After drinking half of the wine bag in one breath, he said: "You all say that the teacher is very tall, as high as a second-story building. However, I have been drinking since I was a child.
I know that the teacher is indeed tall, and it is taller than a two-story building, higher than Xuankong Mountain, and even higher than Taoshan. As for me, at most I am about the same height as Taoshan Xuankong Mountain, so naturally I am not as tall as the teacher.
The drunkard and the butcher were turtles in a muddy pond somewhere, and the viewer was on the South China Sea. Although I had a grudge against the temple, I still lacked a reason to go to him, so I wanted to have a good fight with him and had a very suitable reason, so naturally I
I can only find you."
Although the young man's purpose was determined, the old monk still had very strange and complicated feelings in his heart after the young man said it. Just because he wanted to fight, he used a conspiracy to deceive himself, and he had to fight with him.
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"You crazy person."
Ye Chao liked being called crazy very much, so the words of the lecturer made him very happy. Because, the only person in the academy who was called crazy was his junior uncle.
"My junior brother usually talks to me nonsense, so I don't like what he says. But I still like what he said. The fastest way to practice cultivation in this world is to kill people."
"So, come again!"
One moment they were chatting and laughing, but the next moment their words were full of murderous intent. This made people feel very awkward, but the leader of the lecture did not find it so awkward, because that's how lunatics are.
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The number of crystal fragments falling from the sky suddenly increased, as if the autumn rain fell with the wind like a knife.
They fell too much and too fast, so in the blink of an eye, the top of the dilapidated Washan Mountain was turned into a blanket of snow.
The Buddhist world condensed by the old monk's words was broken, so he did not try to condense the Buddhist world again.
Ye Chao tried to use the edge of the Broken Jade Sword to cut open the old monk's indestructible body but failed, so he did not use Wujian to approach the old monk again.
The two just looked at each other, as if waiting for something, letting the crystals turn themselves white.
After a long time, a touch of light blue returned to the sky, and the fine crystals also turned into light blue.
When the old monk opened his mouth, the Buddha's voice was no longer gentle. Every word sounded like thunder, and every word was full of Buddhist majesty.
"I have heard that, with the power of Samadhi, all the mountains, trees, grass, trees and land in the Jantilan Realm are turned into seven treasures, so that all the people can see for themselves and listen to the wonderful Dharma before the Buddha..."
The Buddha's words were like the sound of thunder, floating very far along the sky. The monks in the temple, the Buddhist believers at the foot of the mountain, and even the people of the Song Dynasty and Qi Dynasty all seemed to hear the Buddha's voice at the head of the sermon. They knelt down, worshiped, or put their hands together.
Pray in unison with the context of Buddhist words.
But the sky that had just turned slightly blue at the top of Washan Mountain turned white again, and the breath of heaven and earth that was as calm as a cup of tea once again came to Washan Mountain along the Bahuang.
The already incomplete Washan Mountain could no longer withstand the power of the Buddha's words. Like a small boat swinging in the waves, the hard mountain collapsed and turned into countless boulders rolling down. The remaining vegetation completely turned into flying objects at this moment.
Ash.
I don't know at which moment, the old monk raised his hand, which reflected the brilliant colorful rays of light. In the rays of light, there seemed to be a floating mountain. There was an ancient temple on the mountain. The monks in the ancient temple were either chanting sutras or chanting sutras.
Be it practicing martial arts or discussing Buddhism with each other.
Once the Buddha's words are spoken, the Buddha realm will naturally arise.
It's just that this time the old monk's Buddhist world was not created with the help of an external framework, but was accumulated in the palm of his hand. This is his true Buddhist world.
The palm is the world, so when he waved his hand, the mountains fell, and the whole world fell.
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Ye Chao felt the great power contained in the old monk's sutras when he was reciting sutras, so from that moment on, he took steps forward.
Every step he takes is extremely fast, every step breaks the rocks, and with every step, a crystalline crack appears on the sky.
After he took the last step, the sky above the tile mountain seemed to turn into a piece of crushed crystal. Then he jumped up, and the crystal fragments in the sky bloomed with crystal light.
He swung his sword and the fragments connected in a line.
Falling down, slashing the sword, the sky on the top of Washan Mountain was shattered.
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At that time, the master told Ye Chao that he had seen a bright jade plate in the Mingzi scroll.
Li slowly told Ye Chao that he saw a pool of clear water in the Mingzi scroll, with countless messy and detailed strokes flowing between the clear water.
When Ye Chao looked through the Mingzi scroll, what he saw were fine lines. Those lines were messily connected together, much like the white clouds flowing through the blue sky.
So after reading the Mingzi Scroll, he liked to squint at the blue sky and white clouds by the small lake.
Since then, he has been discovering his own sword, a sword that can turn those messy and fragmented lines into the simplest vertical line.
Because he likes to cut with a sword, and what he leaves behind with the sword is a vertical line.