Chapter 544 How is it compared to the year when the moon was printed?
Sometimes, choice is very important.
In the reception room of the palace, Zhang Xuanyi, holding a teacup in his hand, felt slightly calm.
I am grateful that I chose to protect some familiar warriors while cutting down mountains and destroying temples, cleaning up rivers and lakes many years ago.
Without the grace of protection that day, the pressure I would face today would probably be even greater.
only……
As a guest from the prince's palace spoke, the expressions of the three old monks from Dachan Temple became more and more serious, even dignified.
"Amitabha."
A burly old monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Almsgiver Zhang, is that beheading knife really so powerful?"
Dachan Temple is located on Dongyang Road, adjacent to Lingnan Road, and is very far from the northwest. It took them several months to travel all the way, and the news was finally blocked.
They had heard about the wanted order from the imperial court and knew that he was on the list of mountains and rivers. However, the rumors were always exaggerated.
How can a humble young man become so powerful even if he has good fortune?
However, when I heard what this guest said, I couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Duan Qilong, Meng Hanguang, and Ma Longtu are all great masters who have been famous for many years. How could it be...
"Every sentence is true."
As soon as Henry Zhang put down the tea cup, he sighed slightly:
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have always had my doubts. But after experiencing his battle with Ma Longtu, I realized that the rumors were not exaggerated and were even insufficient.
Although that beheading sword is still young, its martial arts has reached its peak, and I am far from its opponent..."
Far from its rival...
When these words were spoken, Zhang Xuanyi's face felt a little bitter.
At the age of 100, he felt unwilling to admit that he was inferior to a young man who was born less than a year later, but he had to admit it.
In fact, if he were not the king of a local vassal, he would have already retreated by now.
But after all, he is not a martial artist. He has a family of nearly ten thousand people...
"this…"
The two old monks looked at each other, both a little surprised.
Only Xu Jing's expression has not changed, and his focus is different from the other two: "Donor Zhang, does he really possess the 'earth-shaking magical power'?"
"This is information from the six doors. It cannot be false."
Henry Zhang was startled at first, then thought of something.
Monk Xujing is the current abbot of Dayan Temple.
And his senior brother was the Zen Master Shengyun who, thirty years ago, relied on the secret technique of "Buddha Throwing Elephants" to wrestle with his brother Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu, and died of exhaustion!
He is going to...
"good very good."
He nodded, said hello twice, clasped his hands together quietly, and stood up slowly.
"Grandmaster?"
Zhang Xuanyi then stood up.
Xu Jing didn't answer, and turned to look outside the door.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and the wind and snow had not dispersed, but he felt an extremely hot and powerful aura, approaching from far away:
"he came."
Daocheng, as the center of a line and the place of hundreds of good deeds, will often gather here whenever there is a disaster within the territory.
The disaster on Northwest Daocheng did not occur in one day. Even before the months of heavy snowstorms, many families had already relocated from the towns near Northwest Daocheng.
Of course, wealthy families are relocating, while ordinary people are fleeing for famine. Even if they come, they cannot settle down in Daocheng.
Fortunately, Daocheng is a prosperous city, and even though it is impossible to enter the city to stay, you can travel to and from the city every day, and you can still make a living.
Outside the frozen moat, there is a large temporary gathering place, where tens of thousands of people have settled down, joining each other to keep warm.
After surviving the deep winter and waiting for spring, with the prosperity of Daocheng, there may be a turn for the better.
However, this snowstorm was not only huge, but also long. It reached so long that people in Daocheng were frozen to death, not to mention this gathering place.
The group of people came out of the city gate, but before crossing the moat, they smelled an unpleasant smell of corpses in the lingering wind and snow.
"Amitabha."
When they arrived here, Xu Jing and the three of them stopped, clasped their hands together, and softly recited sutras for salvation.
The snow here is much thicker than elsewhere. At first glance, it looks like a wall of snow piled up by refugees to resist the cold.
But how sharp are the perceptions of everyone?
Under the snow, there are clearly cold and skeletal corpses...
"this………"
Henry Zhang's expression changed several times, and he looked coldly at the guest behind him:
"I, the King, told me last spring that we would properly resettle the refugees. Is this how you did it?"
"ah?"
The guest was frightened and suddenly realized, he knelt down with a 'pop' sound and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Your Majesty, please spare my life. It's not that you are incompetent. It's just that the snow is falling too hard..."
"How dare you quibble!"
Henry Zhang's expression darkened, he waved his hand, and someone dragged him away.
"Amitabha, good, good."
Xu Jing sighed softly.
The two old monks behind him no longer looked very good.
They saw a lot of tragic facts along the way, but most of them were in remote wild places, and this place was outside the northwest city!
A place just one step away from the center!
"I am ashamed..."
"My lord, there is no need to say more. I just hope that after today's disaster, you can properly resettle the refugees here..."
Xu Jing's face was expressionless.
"Master, even if you don't tell me, I will arrange it properly..."
Zhang Xuanyi looked ashamed.
"I hope so."
Xu Jing said no more words.
This gathering place is just outside Daocheng. If Zhang Xuan knew nothing about it, he would naturally not believe it, and no one would believe it.
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Whoosh!
The cold wind brought pieces of snowflakes falling. In the wind and snow, there was no sound from everyone. They all lowered their hands and waited. Some people felt depressed.
, but some people only found the corpse smell unpleasant.
Further away, many Jianghu warriors were watching from a distance. Although they did not go, they clearly stated that they would not interfere with this matter again.
In the meantime, Tie Tiefa crossed his arms and looked at the three old monks in the distance, somewhat eager to try.
Dayan Temple has been inherited for more than 2,000 years and can be said to be one of the oldest martial arts sects in the world.
Although something happened a thousand years ago and it is no longer as prosperous as it once was, it is still the ancestral land of Zen Buddhism, with countless large sects in the world and many masters.
Although Xu Jing is not as astonishingly talented as his senior Zen Master Sheng Yun, he is still a top master and a master-level being who has become famous in Jiazi.
Possessing all kinds of magical skills and secrets, he is ranked ahead of Meng Hanguang in the Mountain and River Ranking, not inferior to the headmaster of Xuankong Mountain and the headmaster of Lanke Temple.
only……
"This old prince has really good connections. Can he even invite such a big shot?"
Xie Qi was also watching, feeling quite surprised.
In recent decades, Jianghu sects have kept a lower profile than ever before, and masters from many major sects rarely come out.
A figure like the Great Zen Master Xujing has not left the mountain for at least twenty years...
"Xuan Zhang is afraid that he won't have such a big face."
The big boss barely regained his composure.
He really couldn't bear the ups and downs of the day, and was hesitating whether to take back the capital immediately or take it back with interest.
As soon as Zhang Xuan borrowed his luck with his magical power, he could naturally take it back, not only the capital, but also a huge profit.
only……
"coming!"
Suddenly, the crowd became restless.
The big boss also seemed to feel something. He looked up and saw a figure in the wind and snow in the distance, seeming to be approaching from a distance.
"Yang prison!"
Everyone was shocked, knowing that Ma Longtu was probably killed by him. If he comes back this time...
‘This is to establish prestige!’
The big boss narrowed his eyes and was happy to see the success.
Among the nine kings in the world, there are not many he likes. Zhang Xuanyi, the king of the northwest, is not around. Over the years, his sons and grandsons have cost him an unknown amount of money.
Huhu~
There seems to be a wind blowing between heaven and earth.
In front of the gathering place, a group of royal palace masters felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They felt invisible energy rushing towards them, like dark clouds pressing down on the city.
Breathing is a little difficult.
More than them?
Even Zhang Xuanyi’s eyelids couldn’t help but twitch, and he felt a chill down his spine:
"He is gathering momentum..."
There are three vehicles in martial arts.
The lower one focuses on technique, the middle one focuses on Qi, the upper one focuses on spirit, and above the three, at the high level of martial arts, the one that focuses on is power!
But at this moment, they were more than ten miles apart from each other, and no matter how powerful the true energy was, it was not enough to pass through, which could make him moved.
There is only momentum!
"The entrance has not yet been opened, but it is already gathering momentum..."
The two old monks beside Xu Jing were also moved, and couldn't help but look at their senior brothers.
"amazing."
Xu Jing uttered three words and took a step forward.
Buzz!
There seems to be a golden light visible to the naked eye as the center, spreading out, and in a trance, there seems to be a huge bell echoing between heaven and earth.
It is also like the ancient heavenly dragon roaring under the stars and the moon. This is the Great Toad Temple, where the heavenly dragon chants:
"Amitabha! I have met the little benefactor Yang..."
boom!
Along the moat, the snow was thrown away, the frozen lake surface was cracked, and the wind and snow were shattered by the strong energy.
"Great Zen Master Xujing!"
A few miles away, Lu Qingting, who was still thinking about what to do, could not help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he looked up.
Under the city wall and outside the moat, there seemed to be a golden bell rising from the sky and the earth, shining with blazing light. Its force was as thick as the ground. Looking at it, an unshakable thought arose in my heart.
And within this Buddha's name is the person's essential will:
Stop!
"Tianlongyin!"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
His perception was naturally much sharper than that of Lu Qingting, and he felt the old monk's fighting spirit in the roar of the dragon that echoed through the wind and snow.
His will is as strong as that of Fighting Buddha Yinyue a thousand years ago...
Just, you want me to stop?
boom!
As I stepped, the ground shook, the mountains shook, and snow and mud began to rise.
Faced with the momentum that hit him, Yang Yu stepped out in one step, without any reservation, and the majestic energy rose into the sky like smoke, stirring up the wind and snow.
The scorching Zhen Gang blends with the blood and energy, triggering a scorching hot stream of substance, which is like a blazing flame burning the sky and the sun blooming.
The air waves visible to the naked eye rolled and spread, and wherever they passed, the wind and snow were melted, turning into a continuous drizzle, pattering from far to near!
"Um?!"
The huge commotion made many spectators feel horrified, and the old monk Xu Jing could not help but look solemn and a little loud!
The sound of rolling thunder echoed on the snowy field. It was Yang Yu who stepped forward and roared in response:
"Old monk, your technique of Heavenly Dragon Yin is very good, but unfortunately, it is far behind compared to Yinyue back then!