A blazing meteor cut through the night and fell towards the pass, killing the star.
"Huh~"
The old demon sat cross-legged on the ground and raised his eyes to the sky. Astonishing colors appeared in his eyes. In a daze, he felt the vibration coming from his soul and destiny.
That’s a sign that ‘Big Dipper’ appears in this world.
No one could understand the turmoil in his heart. He had sacrificed so much for this moment.
Beidou, the Lord is dead!
Before the tide rises, Beidou will be born early only through extreme killing and endless death.
Years of natural and man-made disasters are not enough. Only the extinguishing of extremely strong vitality can trigger the light of the Big Dipper.
He knew very well what this moment of light meant.
"Zhang Xuanba is dead!"
No joy, no sadness, just a hint of regret.
One is located in the Seven Kills Mountain, and the other is in the Linlong Jing'an Mansion. In the past decades, the two of them have probably only met twice. In a real sense, they only fought once.
Personal grudges are mostly nonexistent, and their different positions do not hinder his appreciation of this great hero of the world.
In seven lives and eight hundred years, he has seen countless heroes, but there are probably only a few who can compare with them. In the last battle, his achievements in martial arts have surpassed that of his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, and even surpassed
All martial arts heroes recorded in history.
Such a hero was born at a time when the sky is about to change. As long as he doesn't die, he will definitely be able to step into the legendary path of immortality and Buddha in the future, and even go very far.
"Pity……"
With thoughts in his mind, the old demon stretched out his arms, feeling that this young body was filled with the "Qi of the Emperor" and had the highest fortune in his eighth life.
When a person dies, the Tao disappears.
Facing an unparalleled hero like Zhang Xuanba, he has no chance to retain his cultivation, but there is no need.
It is enough if the realm has not fallen and the magical power is still there.
Huhu~
As the night wind howled, the old demon performed martial arts slowly, and strong blood energy spurted out from the pores all over his body. This was the blood energy impurity obtained from his predecessor's 'Cut Dao Heavenly Seduction'.
[Cut the way to seize heaven, kill seven to get one, kill all kinds of things to serve heaven!]
This ultimate magical power is extremely domineering, cruel, and ruthless. It can be accomplished in a day through blood exchange, but because of this, there are hidden dangers.
Once upon a time, he was also burdened by it and was unable to take the final step.
But in this life after seven lifetimes of practice merged into one, this magical power is no longer a burden to him.
call!
call!
In less than midnight, all impurities had been expelled from the body, and the extremely pure blood flowed outside his body surface, slowly but surely evolving into an oven.
In the middle of the night, he has returned to the furnace.
This is what this predecessor achieved after two years of killing.
"It's not enough."
Gently squeezing his palms, the old demon turned his eyes and looked into the depths of the night. He could only hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
A great monk dressed in red came here.
More than a hundred feet away, he stopped, glanced around, and fixed his gaze on the old demon. His eyes were a little confused, and he immediately bowed:
"Tianlun Temple, Dulong, meet senior..."
"Dragon Monk?"
The old demon narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where is Brahma Ruyi?"
Brahman Ruyi is a legend of Dali Buddhism.
According to legend, he came from a humble background, not even a serf, but one of the prostitutes kept in captivity by a large family, and he was the lowest level of the Dalit people.
He grew up in discrimination and oppression, and suffered all kinds of hardships in the world. He was even whipped three hundred times for stepping on the shadow of a nobleman, exposed to the sun for seven days, and almost died.
But it was such a person who, in two hundred years, reached the pinnacle of the Great Li Dynasty and conquered a country with one religion.
Eternal Tianlun Temple, headed by it, is called by the people of Dali,
‘Great Brahma’!
This person is also the person he fears the most among the current masters, besides Zhang Xuanba.
"Master came here intentionally, but he was afraid that the senior would feel uneasy, so he sent a young monk here to inform you.
He has already broken through the Shuiyun Pass in Yunzhou, and notified the Right Khan of your country, who has been waiting outside the pass for a long time, to come to the capital more than twenty days ago..."
"The barrier is broken."
The old demon was not surprised.
A person like Fan Ruyi, once he takes action, can break into the Ming court without being stopped by a warrior of the same level.
In the same way, Zhang Xuanba, Mu Qingliu, himself, and even Nie Longtian are not unable to do it.
What frightened him was that the old monk seemed to have figured something out and could actually send his disciples to find his body in this life...
"Master sent the young monk here to ask the senior to fulfill his promise and return Bodhidharma's handwriting to us..."
Monk Dulong bowed slightly, his attitude was quite humble.
"Dharma's handwriting... Is your teacher going to enter Pingdushan, the illusion of Bodhidharma? It seems that he is still a little behind Bodhidharma."
The Black Mountain old demon's heart moved.
The rumor that Bodhidharma was born in Pingdu Mountain has been circulating for nearly ten years, and countless Buddhist masters have flocked to it.
"It's not easy to compare, it's not easy to compare."
Monk Dulong waved his hands slightly, with awe and piety in his expression:
"Grandmaster Bodhidharma is the ancestor of Zen Buddhism and a sage of Buddhism. His achievements in Buddhism are so high that no one in later generations can match..."
"oh?"
The old demon raised his eyebrows.
Are there still such humble people in Tianlun Temple?
"So, where is your teacher?"
"How can the teacher compare with the great master Bodhidharma?"
Monk Dulong holds the Buddha's rites and worships from a distance to the south, just like believers worshiping Buddha:
"This old man is the living Buddha..."
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…
The night is deep.
In the corner of Fengtian Hall, in a small, heavily guarded room, there was the sound of books being turned over.
Wearing a prison robe, Xu Wenji sat upright, sometimes flipping through books, sometimes writing, without any of the mentality that a prisoner should have.
As a great scholar of the time, he had not received any harsh treatment during the years he had been in prison. The ministers in the court did not dare to say anything openly, but they always looked after him secretly.
There was never a shortage of books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones of all kinds, and even though he declined them many times, people still brought him fine wine and delicacies from time to time.
If Dongchang hadn't been there, someone would have even dared to send maid clothes.
Separated by a wall, Wang Muzhi naturally did not receive such treatment. For several years, no one came to visit except Qi Liuyi.
Of course, he didn't care.
"With the frame of black iron and the base of fine gold, this 'Fengtian Temple' deserves the name of a magic weapon. Although it is still short of the final step, it is still difficult to shake..."
Stroking the cold wall, Wang Muzhi admired slightly.
Many times, he wanted to try to see if he could break this wall with his current cultivation level, but he still didn't do it.
Without him, this wall can be broken, but it is difficult to break through the "wall in the heart" of one's own teacher.
Without convincing him, even if the wall is broken, he will not go out, just like Xu Wenji ignored several summons from Emperor Qianheng.
Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside.
A few eunuchs were closely monitoring the situation, and Wu Jie, who was dusty with travels, came quickly, glanced at it, and saw the shackles on his teacher's hands and feet, and he was furious:
"How dare you do this, bitch?!"
He shouted angrily, and all the guards and eunuchs trembled. How could they dare to offend the man in front of him who once dared to kill an official in the street?
"Xiaowu."
As Xu Wenji put down his pen and whispered softly, Fifth Jie's anger subsided, and he knelt down outside the door with a 'pop':
"Teacher, the disciple is late..."
"If you come early, there's not much you can do."
Wang Muzhi sighed.
"you?"
Fifth Jie turned around suddenly, surprise and shock flashed across his eyes, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he shut his mouth suddenly.
"Go, let me talk to the teacher and senior brother!"
Several guards and eunuchs were very hesitant, but after taking a look at Liu Jing who was silent in the distance, he gritted his teeth and backed away.
The fifth family is a long-established family with thousands of years of history. There are many high-ranking officials in the court, and they cannot afford to offend them.
"Teacher, why are you doing this..."
The first time he saw Wang Muzhi, Wu Jie knew in his heart that he could not save his teacher, but that the teacher did not want to leave.
Pedantic, old-fashioned, inflexible, foolish and loyal...
Many curses were swallowed up by him when he saw the old man who was emaciated. How could he be so harsh?
"Xiaowu, please take out the books copied by me."
Xu Wenji stood up.
The small prison robe seemed very loose on his body. After several years in prison, he became thinner and thinner.
"Studying and teaching the classics cannot save today's court and today's world..."
Wang Muzhi shook his head.
He has said similar words countless times over the years.
"At least I saved you."
Xu Wenji responded coldly and blocked his apprentice's mouth.
"Teacher, you..."
Fifth Jie was about to say something when he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the next door. He suddenly turned around and saw Wang Muzhi standing up at some point.
He held the iron window tightly with both hands, and his eyes looking at the night sky became very solemn.
"Um?"
Xu Wenji also seemed to be aware of it. He looked around and saw meteors streaking across the sky in the night sky, coming from the north...
That is?
Suddenly, his heart shrank, and a huge sourness surged into his heart:
"mysterious……"
"The stars will fall!"
Wang Muzhi's expression was solemn.
Through his magical power of 'splitting light into shadow', he vaguely seemed to capture a scene happening thousands of miles away.
Under the same starry sky, on the snowfield, in front of the deserted forest.
That is……
…
…
In the Fengtian Hall, there was a dead silence, and a few guards were trembling.
Ever since that person came back from the palace, the huge Taoist palace has been shrouded in fear, with people dying almost every day. Up to now, dozens of palace maids, eunuchs, and guards have been killed with sticks...
boom!
At a certain moment, a huge roar came from the hall. The sound was so loud that several guards almost died of fright on the spot.
He fell to his knees in a hurry, his face turned pale.
"good!"
In the main hall, Emperor Qianheng did not care about the thoughts of several guards. Holding the round light mirror, the gloom of many days was swept away.
"well!"
Unable to help but take a few steps, Emperor Qianheng's face turned red and he couldn't help but ask again:
"That old man, was he seriously injured after killing the old demon from Montenegro?!"
The Jin Yiwei on the other side of the bronze mirror lowered his head and repeated it, but a sense of sadness could not help but emerge in his heart...
"he……"
Suddenly, Emperor Qianheng seemed to realize something. He suddenly stepped out of the hall, looked out from the fence, and saw a ray of starlight.
For some reason, the smile on his face was frozen: