In the mist behind you are broken illusions, but in front of you is an unfamiliar mountain forest.
"Even when his soul is about to die, he still has the heart to protect others. He is the founder of Zen Buddhism and deserves to be..."
As the north wind howled, it seemed that heavy snow was coming again. Fanruyi stood on the top of the barren mountain, seeming to feel something.
The mountain forest in front of him was naturally not the one where he entered the fairyland. The difference between the two was thousands of miles away. This place was already at the other end of Pingdu Mountain.
It goes without saying that this was the last work of the supreme master of Zen Buddhism.
only……
Before using Thousand Mile Soul Locking Tracking, he took a few steps forward and came to a huge lying cow stone. He sketched with his fingers, and in a few moments, he had already carved out the prototype of a statue.
He is sitting on the platform, has no facial features, and looks like a god or a Buddha.
Click~
Almost as soon as Fan Ruyi paused the last stroke, the stone statue seemed to come to life and opened its eyes.
Fanru watched intently.
With his status as the pinnacle of the Martial Saint, his concentration of energy, and the fact that this stone statue was carved with his own hands, there was no secret that could not be discovered by him.
However, the moment the statue took shape, he actually lost sight of the statue.
It was as if, at that moment, the statue of God was separated from him by a layer of space. It seemed that they were very close, but in fact they were in two different worlds.
This magical power seems a bit familiar...
"Dharma, Dharma..."
The air flow of nothingness was vibrating violently, like a human tongue, making a long and loud sound:
"If he could live another three hundred years, his current martial arts might be much richer! This is not something I cannot tolerate. It is,
Pity……"
"The tide has been rising and falling for three thousand years, and talented people have emerged from generation to generation! Without Bodhidharma, there would still be sloppy Taoists. Without sloppiness, there would still be Zhang Yuanzhu. Without Zhang Yuanzhu, there would still be Zhang Xuanba. None of them would have it.
successor……"
Fan Ruyi looked calm:
"Why does Mr. Lu have such a childish attitude?"
"Times are moving forward, even if the new people are better than the old ones, it's just that some people are different after all..."
A voice came from the void:
"Your merits are not as good as those before Bodhidharma's death, but you will not be the new Bodhidharma."
"Brahma Ruyi is Brahma Ruyi, not Bodhidharma, not slovenly, and not Lu Chen."
In the cold wind, the old monk lowered his eyes, and his long and scattered braids were blown by the wind:
"Mortal people are ignorant and value the past over the present. Mr. Lu, a master in this world, will not understand this truth..."
Having personally experienced the peerless battle in the Great Foshan Palace, he was deeply shocked, but he would not belittle himself.
The stone statue was mute.
"Compared to this, the poor monk is more curious about Mr. Lu's magical powers..."
Fan Ruyi expressed his doubts:
"A few months ago, Zhang Xuanba seemed to have used similar magical powers when he invited the masters of the world to fight at the foot of the Seven Kills Mountain..."
"Just as you thought."
Fan Ruben thought he would not get an answer, but he didn't expect that this person was much more calm than he thought:
"Not here, not there... This is exactly the magical power used by Zhang Xuanba back then. It may be called 'standing upright without shadow'."
"Standing upright without a shadow..."
Even if he had a guess and heard the answer, Fan Ruyi couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and even more deeply fearful:
"You can actually steal people's magical powers..."
Dao fruit is the gathering of principles between heaven and earth, and magical power is, in a sense, the authority of heaven and earth.
From ancient times to the present, there are almost no records of Taoist fruits and magical powers being forcibly taken away by others.
He has read through the history of Dao Zang Buddhism, how could he not know?
Even at the end of Qin Dynasty, the evil genius, Monk Huanxi,...
"Supernatural power cannot be deprived of itself. Even if the monk Huanxi turned his wife and daughter into demon fetuses, it cannot be regarded as deprivation at all, because that is the inevitable ritual of recognizing the master of Tao and Fruit..."
The stone statue shook, its facial features gradually became clearer, and even its mouth was opening and closing:
"This magical power is not that magical power."
"Um?"
"The fruits of the Tao come from heaven and earth, and magical powers are the manifestation of the great Tao. Warriors like us also come from heaven and earth, and we follow the example of heaven and earth and pursue the Tao. Naturally, we also have the power to control the heaven and earth and realize the possibility of supernatural powers..."
"Thirteen blood exchanges, five levels of foundation building, four steps of martial arts, the three elements are unified, the five qi are combined into the will, and the cave can be as one. Externally, the vastness of heaven and earth can be seen, and internally, the subtlety of oneself can be observed..."
"This is Shen Zang"
Listening to the voice coming from the void, Fan Ruyi frowned even more:
"If I remember correctly, these words seem to come from..."
"The junior named Zhang Xuanba is the ninth person that I have followed in the past three thousand years. He is indeed an unparalleled genius!"
The stone statue is calm.
"you……"
Fan Ruyi was speechless.
"Are you a little disappointed?"
The opening of the stone statue:
"It's because you think Lu Chen is nothing more than that, right?"
Brahma is silent.
In the battle at Dafo Mountain, even though the man in front of him had practiced various martial arts, his Tathagata palm could still be said to be the best in the world.
But this was too different from what he expected Lu Chen to be...
"Thousands of rivers merge together, and the sea accepts all rivers. Between heaven and earth, life is as small as dust. If we don't exhaust everything and adopt thousands of families, how can we have a close glimpse of the great road?"
Fan Ruyi didn't hide his thoughts, and he couldn't hide them from the people in front of him, but he didn't care:
"You once said that the past is no longer the same as today, and I deeply believe it. In the three thousand years of immortality, I have seen a lot and felt a lot..."
"How can I care that future generations are better than me? Future generations are like waves, pushing me forward. If everyone in the future generations is like Bodhidharma, they are all slovenly, and they are all Zhang Xuanba..."
"Then I might as well compete with the ancient Buddhas and God-Kings!"
quiet!
In the cold wind, Fan Ruyi's expression was subtle. For a moment, he felt that the person in front of him was becoming more and more blurry and difficult to grasp.
After a long silence, he spoke and asked:
"Shenzang, how to open it?"
"The three elements are unified, the five qi are urging the gods, and the divine elements are unified, then the divine treasure can be seen..."
The voice in the void is full of waves and praise:
"As expected of someone who has been entrusted with martial arts for three thousand years. He can do things that no one has imagined and can do things that others cannot. Without Zhang Xuanba, this step would have been..."
"Have you already broken through to... what Zhang Xuanba said, the realm of immortality? It seems that he did not enter that realm before his death?"
Fan Ruyi leads the investigation.
"If he fails, it's not because of lack of practice, but because heaven and earth don't allow it..."
This time, he had no answer.
Fan Ruyi's heart moved slightly, but he no longer struggled with the matter. He just remembered what he said in his heart and then said:
"Mr. Lu, now that Bodhidharma has been destroyed, it's time to give out the things you promised to the poor monk."
"Not yet."
call!
The cold wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and Fanru's eyebrows drooped:
"Are you kidding me?"
He was able to climb to the top of the world step by step with his humble life as a child molester, and shepherd and protect a country, so he was certainly without any support.
Even though the person in front of him is incomparable and unmatched in the illusion, he has not yet entered the real world, so he will not be afraid.
"I am committed to the great road, and I don't care about worldly gains and losses. I will not deceive you. However, if you want to revolutionize the world, create a Buddhist kingdom, and achieve fruition, it is not as simple as you think...
"
"Um?!"
Fan Ruyi was slightly surprised when his purpose was revealed in one sentence, but he just frowned:
"What do you mean by Mr. Lu's words?"
"One country is not enough to define the boundaries. The unification of the three countries is still barely enough. Counting the overseas countries you have managed for many years, it is still not enough..."
In the void, the voice of the stone statue became cryptic:
"When I woke up from the confusion, I felt some traces of the future..."
"In the next three hundred years, the great fortune will begin between the white mountains and the black waters. There will be a being who upholds the general trend of heaven's change..."
"White Mountain, Black Water..."
Fan Ruyi couldn't help but muttered something, his eyes were deep.
"The old demon's eight incarnations have merged into one, and he has inherited the unparalleled popularity of the Central Plains artifact and moved it northward. He must be a generation of human emperors who will dominate the world..."
There was a faint smile in the voice of the stone statue:
"Unless you can 'transform' Zhang Xuanba, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless.
It's a pity that you can't transform Zhang Xuanba, and there is no second King Zhao of Xifu who has inherited three thousand years of martial arts in this world..."
"have."
"Um?"
"The poor monk is saying..."
Fan Ruyi raised his eyes:
"Perhaps, there is still..."
…
…
Pa da~
The relic that had lost all its color fell onto the palm of his hand across his Dantian. Yang Yu frowned and opened his eyes.
"Lu Chen..."
The goshawk is difficult to cross, it flaps its wings for hundreds of miles and ten miles, and the clouds roll and relax.
Looking down at the sea of clouds, he felt that the spiritual energy seemed to be much stronger, and he vaguely felt the aura of an approaching storm.
With a trace of obsession, Bodhidharma didn't leave much behind, and most of what he wanted to say was wasted away.
And in the end, he didn't even have time to say a word about his aftermath. He just tried his best to leave behind everything he encountered in that battle.
Tathagata Divine Palm, Overlord Fist, Seven Tribulations Sword, Tiangang Fist, Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword, Living Bodhidharma Sutra...
That is not simply learning and applying it.
According to the vague information conveyed in the relics, the person suspected of being Lu Chen learned a lot and even surpassed the original owner...
On the eagle's back, Qin Si was playing with the 'Tianhe'.
This rare treasure obtained from Qi Changfa played a wonderful role at this moment, rubbing all the information in the relic.
"Then, is it really Lu Chen?"
After seeing the scene through Tianhe, Qin Si couldn't help but feel tight:
"Is he really still alive?"
"Perhaps this is a sign of the coming changes. A hundred ghosts are walking around every day. I'm afraid there are more than one old guy who is dead but not dead."
After carefully collecting the relics, Yang Yu was still thinking about it, summarizing the intelligence information contained in the relics.
There was too much missing information, and he had no way of judging whether that person was really Lu Chen. Pseudonyms were not uncommon throughout the ages.
"The sky changes..."
Qin Si sighed slightly.
In recent years, the current situation has become more and more turbulent. Natural disasters, accompanied by man-made disasters, have almost swept the Ming Dynasty, and even all countries in the world.
Under the turmoil, almost no one can escape the influence.
What is chilling is that this is just a sign, and the real change is far from coming.
She was a little worried, but quickly calmed down. She hugged Tianhe and helped Yang Yu analyze the information.
"Brother Yang, whether that person in the illusion is Lu Chen or not, I'm afraid he is far from the ordinary Martial Saint."
The relic no longer has any brilliance, but in Tianhe, the sounds and scenes inside are still repeated over and over again.
"However, according to what Patriarch Bodhidharma said, this person seems to be unable to escape from the illusion? Could it be that this is the person that Patriarch Bodhidharma suppressed?"
She said guessing.
"There is no need to investigate who this person is. I am more concerned about the various methods that person shows..."
Yang Yu didn't care much about the person's origin. All he thought about was the person's strength.
Bodhidharma's illusion only opens up once every few hundred years, and the earliest date can only be traced back to more than 400 years ago. Therefore, the ray of obsession left by Bodhidharma has not lasted two thousand years of practice.
But in the illusion, his will was far beyond that of an ordinary martial saint. Being suppressed by someone at home, the strength of that mysterious man was no small matter.
That one move of Tathagata Divine Palm was just that. The various martial arts practiced after that, although only a glimpse, still frightened him to this day.
He had personally experienced Zhang Xuanba's fierce battle with the six great martial arts saints in the world, and had seen the power of the unparalleled hegemonic fist.
And what the mysterious man performed was almost as good as Zhang Xuanba's ultimate performance at the last moment!
This is particularly terrifying.
You must know that what he used was not only the Domination Fist, but also the Seven Tribulations Sword, the Tiangang Fist, and the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword, which were combined to attack nine magical skills that were rare in ancient and modern times.
"Maybe it's magical power!"
Qin Si guessed.
"Most likely."
Yang Yu nodded, this possibility is extremely high.
Martial arts cannot live forever. If a person can survive for three thousand years, he must have a certain rank, and he guessed that he must be of a very high Buddhist rank.
Not everyone deserves the word Tathagata.
Bai Quan squatted beside him obediently, listening to the discussion between the two. Although he didn't understand, he was still attentive.
It is getting smarter and smarter, almost showing signs of turning into a demon.
Phew!
I don't know how long it took, but the cold wind blew heavy snow, and an eagle's cry echoed through the sea of clouds, interrupting their thoughts.
"Um?"
Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and looked around, and saw a small city built on the mountain hidden in the heavy snowstorm.
"Heishan City has arrived."
…
"Damn beast, you almost killed grandpa!"
In the snowy mountain forest, the sad sounds of birds and the angry curses of many people could be heard.
Woo~
A huge red-crowned white crane kept flapping its wings, but it couldn't fly, and a large piece of cargo was left in the mud.
"Sixth Master, this bird has rarely seen wind and snow. It has been flying for so many days and it is already trapped. I am afraid that it will not die because of the wind and cold, but I am afraid that it will need to be repaired for a few days..."
After listening to the servant's report, Yu Liu's expression remained normal and he just nodded:
"When the explorers come back, let's go to the nearest town to rest together. By the way, who knows what boundary this is?"
"this……"
The group of people walked in a panic, not choosing the right path along the way. In addition, the heavy wind and snow covered everything, making it difficult to recognize them for a while.
It was only after a long time that the servants who explored the route came back to report, that we found out.
"Qingzhou, Shunde Prefecture?"
Yu Liu thought for a while, but he didn't remember what kind of remote country this was.
"This small place at the border is even given a random name. Because it is close to Black Mountain, it is called 'Black Mountain City'..."