Chapter 456 Thousand Years of Buddha’s Luck, Long Yuan’s Changes!
Hurry!
too fast!
From sitting cross-legged in silence to standing up and holding hands, it seemed that it didn't even take a tenth of an instant. Not to mention the crowd of people watching, even Yinyue, who was fully focused, seemed to have lost track of the person in front of him for a moment.
When we saw each other again, the white, crystal-clear, ivory-colored palm was almost touching his palm.
Then came the thunderous roar!
And the source of this huge roar was his slight stomping of his feet!
Boom!
It was just a tap of the toes, and the earth, no, the square in front of him was surging and shaking violently, and the sand, earth and rocks surged up like a tidal wave.
This square, which could accommodate hundreds of people, seemed to have been trampled over!
What a huge power this is?!
There was no blood energy to activate, and there was no real energy fluctuation, but this was a terrifying scene, but it still shocked all onlookers.
Walking on the mountains and rivers and the country!
Suddenly, such an idea appeared in Lu Qingting's mind.
"This person?!"
Chu Tianyi's pupils shrank violently.
He was always concentrating and could see it more clearly than anyone else. Just standing up and reaching out his palms, such a small movement, appeared in his eyes, but it seemed like everything was earth-shaking!
In a daze, he seemed to hear the endless roar of dragons, saw the roar of the blue dragon, and the raising of the trunk of the divine elephant. The pure and vast power made his scalp numb.
A moment ago, he seemed to be just an ordinary young man, but a moment later, he looked like the god holding up the sky in ancient mythology!
Such an astonishing change is more than earth-shaking?!
Wow!
Blood is like boiling water.
With the help of this step, Yang Yu lowered his shoulders and elbows, relaxed his waist and lowered his posture. One arm dropped to his waist, and the other hand raised the dustpan without any reservation.
What seemed to be an unhurried palm was actually the power of ten dragons and ten elephants!
The shaking magical power is different from other magical powers that Yang Yu has come into contact with. Compared with magical powers with strange abilities such as Tongyou and Metal Refining, it seems ordinary.
However, this magical power is a real power that does not require prompting, blends with flesh and blood, and grows in the bone marrow.
boom!
The two people met much faster than anyone imagined. Before the horrifying thoughts in the hearts of the onlookers had passed, the violent collision had already exploded.
boom!
Under the loud sound that could almost pierce the eardrums, with the two people as the center, the ground with a radius of tens of feet suddenly collapsed, sinking more than a foot.
The dust that rose to the sky when Yang Yu stepped on it was instantly flattened by the invisible force and could no longer fly.
The suspended outer wall, together with the nearby houses, collapsed instantly, clinging to the ground like cakes crushed by a sledgehammer.
And above that sound wave, the actual power was like concentric circles that could not stop reverberating. The sky was like a sea for a while, and the frenzied waves beat in all directions.
This is the collision of pure power, the intersection of supreme strength and supreme sun!
At this moment, the fire seemed to be dancing with the fierce friction of gold and iron, like two hot meteors colliding on the top of the mountain!
"This old Taoist priest?!"
Yinyue looked moved.
He carried the weight of mountains and seas and bowed down, thinking that even a small mountain could be smashed into pieces, and the steel bars and iron bones could be crushed into mud.
But the raised palm seemed to have the power to lift mountains and seas, and stopped him from bowing down.
Not only that, the Taoist in front of him seemed like a bottomless black hole. All the strength he exerted disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.
And there is no sound at all!
But how is this possible?!
After eighty years of hard training, his strength has become unparalleled in the world. He bowed first and came first, and he thought he was enough to bow to the great master of the same level.
Even though he couldn't defeat this sloppy Taoist with just one bow, how could he be followed so smoothly?!
"impossible!"
The raging wind could not move Tie Tie Fa's burly body, and he was the only person present who did not retreat and was the closest person.
He saw clearly and was even more shocked to the extreme.
The moment the two people met, countless scenes of the two people colliding appeared in his mind, but he never expected that it would be the scene in front of him.
'In that moment of bowing to the moon, at least 50% of the power disappeared out of thin air...'
Before Chu Tianyi's thoughts could pass through his mind, another high-pitched and resonant dragon roar sounded in his ears.
"Goodbye!"
His breath was like thunder, his voice was like a dragon's roar, Yinyue's chest rose and fell violently, and the breath coming out of his mouth and nose was as hot as magma.
In less than an instant, he took advantage of the huge counter-shock force to straighten his spine and bow down again. The terrifying force spurted out again.
It was like an active volcano that had been squeezed for countless years and completely erupted.
Wow~
Various voices converge and travel far away.
The raging wind pushed out everything in its path with such arrogance that the sharp wind knives struck the ground and left hideous scars on the walls.
This time, the collision was much more violent than the first time. The strong wind roared and seemed to flatten the entire mountain.
Even the iron step method had to take a step back to avoid being directly trapped by the two people.
"Who is this person?!"
It wasn't until the second collision and fall that the two Xuankongshan True Disciples, who had fallen into a trance, came back to their senses. They looked at the ruins-like square and felt their throats were a little sore.
He even had an incredible thought: Could this person be the founder of the rejuvenation?!
"it turns out……"
Yinyue's eyebrows dripped with red blood, and her whole body fell into a huge shock.
This time he bowed, just like before, the force he exerted still fell into the sea without causing any splash.
The Taoist in front of him, who was more than three heads shorter than him and very old, was as unshakable as the legendary sacred mountain that reached the sky.
This scene had such an impact on him that a trance that should not have appeared in him appeared.
The strength that he relied on to become famous and that he was so proud of actually lost to him?!
"Do you still want to worship?"
The black martial robe moved in pursuit, but Yang Yu withdrew his palm. He put his hands upside down and wrapped his left palm around his slightly trembling right hand.
Cover the wounds that arise due to the inability of the mustard seed space to bear.
His horizontal training is far inferior to that of the great monk in front of him. Even though the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants can be overwhelming, the counterattack force is really too much for him.
If it weren't for the mustard space to relieve the force, it would never have been possible to take over the power of these two prayers so easily.
"Amitabha."
After a brief silence, Yinyue's hands that were shaken open closed them slightly tremblingly, and his expression dimmed instantly:
"If God doesn't bless me as a Buddhist, what can I do?"
With a breath of turbid air, Yinyue's burly body seemed to have shrunk by three points, and extremely strong frustration and unwillingness were biting his soul.
From the day he entered the Great Chan Temple, Master said that he was the most talented person in Buddhist martial arts for more than a thousand years after Bodhidharma.
He does not disappoint everyone's expectations, but what he learns is refined and pure. He also practices various martial arts and different skills, and he can achieve great success in all of them.
He once thought that he would surpass Bodhidharma and become a Buddhist monument, until he encountered the old Taoist in front of him for the first time...
Faintly, he already felt it.
The fortune of Buddhism, which has flourished for thousands of years, has come to an end with its own decline. I am afraid that the Great Chan Temple will fall apart in the future.
"The land of gentlemen will be killed in five lifetimes. Grandmaster Bodhidharma opened the Great Toad Temple one thousand and four hundred years ago..."
Yang Prison spoke:
"The sun and the moon still have their ups and downs, so who can remain prosperous?"
Yang Prison had some feelings.
The great monk in front of him was indeed an extremely skilled martial artist. If he really wanted to take action, he was not sure.
The sloppy Taoist is ten times better than him and is known as the supreme master who comes out once in a thousand years.
But so what?
Thousands of years later, Dayan Temple has long been reduced to a second-rate status, not as good as Lanke Temple, which was separated from the family. Xuankong Mountain is now at its peak, but by then, it will eventually decline.
"Today's defeat is actually because Yinyue is not as good as the real person, but it's not because my martial arts at Dachan Temple is not as good as yours at Xuankong Mountain! It's not because you defeated Patriarch Bodhidharma!"
Yinyue's breath calmed down.
Looking at the old Taoist in front of him who seemed to have no strands of hair out of place, he slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, turned around and left:
"In the future, when Buddhist disciples come to pay homage to the mountain, Master Zhang, you will definitely see it that day!"
As the words echoed, all the ugly-looking warrior monks from the Big Toad Temple came down the mountain, and many people in the martial arts community who were watching the excitement also dispersed.
There are many experts among them. They have gained a lot today and are looking for a place to digest it.
"puff!"
Not long after coming down the mountain, Yinyue suddenly coughed up blood, making all the monks panic-stricken.
"Thousands of years of Buddha's luck will come to an end..."
With a mouthful of black blood, unable to spit out the depression in his heart, Yinyue held a Zen staff and a monk's robe for hunting. For a moment, he wanted to rush up to Xuankong Mountain and die as a martyr.
Can……
As if feeling something, he waved his sleeves and pushed back a group of monks who wanted to help him. He strode forward, climbed over a hill, and suddenly stopped.
It is winter, and although the weather is not yet very cold, everything has become silent.
But before his eyes, there was an early spring scene of flowers, lush vegetation, and flowing springs.
"This is……"
Yinyue murmured.
His eyes wandered and fell on the bank of the stream, where a woman in red was sitting cross-legged, with a nine-foot-tall sword standing at her side.
"Amitabha!"
…
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"No wonder the Big Toad Temple will soon split into three sects: Lanke, Big Toad, and Wuliang..."
Looking at the retreating figures of the monks, Yang Yu felt silent in his heart.
In the illusion of Bodhidharma's Fulongtu, he witnessed with his own eyes the creation of the Great Toad Temple from scratch.
At that time, all the monks headed by Bodhidharma in the Great Toad Temple practiced asceticism, ranging from reclaiming wasteland to repairing mountain gates and carving Buddha statues. What kind of fake hands could there be?
Ultimately, what Bodhidharma taught is not only martial arts, but also Zen.
Today's Dachan Temple is still Dachan Temple, but it can no longer bear the word "Zen". Without the Zen spirit, even if there is no hanging mountain, it will eventually fall apart.
After changing his mind, Yang Yu glanced at a group of descendants who were blocking the way outside the mountain path by the Xuankong Mountain disciples and wanted to get closer.
With the departure of Monk Yinyue, the first node of the "Record of Sloppy Taoists Encountering Demons" has been completed.
But what concerned him more than this was that at a certain moment before, he felt the tremor of the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.
"Is there a peerless swordsman?"
The two updates are completed, good night everyone. I recommend a copy of "Journey of Projection Upgrade". In a world where spiritual energy has revived, ancient sects that have been dormant for many years are about to revive.
In the mortal world, martial arts clans monopolize the inheritance of martial arts, and even ancient immortal clans run rampant in the world.
Chen An arrived at this point, transformed into a gangster, and looked at the world blankly.
Around him, there are gangs fighting and fighting for power inside, and outside there are demons, cholera, and gods and ghosts.
Faced with such a chaotic situation, the only thing he could do was to make good use of the upgrade template he brought with him.