Chapter 359 The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City
"Ning Daoqi, the number one expert in the Central Plains, the Grand Master, and the number one person in the Taoist sect, yet he sneaked into my bedroom like this? Isn't it unworthy of a Grand Master?"
Mo Fei was dressed in a black robe, with a slender figure, and his figure suddenly appeared on the top of the palace.
It was dark night, and he was playing games with Zhu Yuyan, Empress Xiao and others. Unexpectedly, he sensed someone flying over the palace and approaching them quickly.
"You know, you are a bad visitor if you come uninvited!"
"The residence of Banned Immortal is too difficult to enter. There is a post every three steps, and a sentry every five steps. If the old Taoist wants to come in, other than sneaking in, I am afraid he will have to force his way in. But the old Taoist has never killed anyone in his life, and he will not kill anyone. So
I have no choice but to do this, and I hope that I will be forgiven by the banished immortal. Please forgive me!"
Ning Daoqi's demeanor makes people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze. His five long beards are blowing in the wind. He wears a crown and a brocade robe. He has an innocent look that is uncontested and is looking at Mo Fei without blinking.
A pair of eyes that are indifferent to the world, looking at them, it is like going to another world that has nothing to do with this world. It seems that they can stay in a mysterious and unpredictable level forever, and there is a huge and endless feeling in them.
His strength, calm and elegant eyes reveal frankness, sincerity, and even a hint of childlike innocence. Combined with his quaint and slender face, he has an extraordinary charm.
A stream of natural energy constantly overflowed from his body, pouring in from heavenly spirits and springs, forming a perfect cycle with heaven and earth. It was also like a deep and unknowable universe, making people fully realize his majesty as a great master.
"You people, you kill first and then apologize. If an apology is useful, then why do you need the police? What if I don't forgive? Have you ever thought about it?" Murphy sighed.
Ning Daoqi: "???"
We people in the martial arts world don't stick to trivial matters. When making an appointment, we must do a good job to save face. Uninvited people and some trivial matters are all blurred. I have never seen him insisting on being fussy. How should I fight against him?
Only when you go back can you regain your momentum?
Well, let’s make a fight. You can lose the fight, but you can’t lose the argument!
After thinking about his words, Ning Daoqi was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Mo Fei ignored him and turned to look at a woman behind him.
"Feixuan, we meet again!" Mo Fei said with a rather sentimental expression on his face: "I thought we could always be friends. After all, I have been a believer of the Nuclear Energy King Buddha for a long time.
I have also learned the Dharma of Pure Light and Joyful Buddha, but we both have a common language, and I never expected that we would now be in the same situation as fire and water... It is really sad."
Shi Feixuan was standing behind Ning Daoqi.
The hair like a waterfall is tied behind the head, a pair of big eyes full of fairy dust are set on a delicate face, an angelic face with light makeup, tall and tall breasts, a slim waist, and a tall figure.
The figure gives people an absolutely stunning sense of beauty.
"Ever since you brutally killed Master Kong, Fei Xuan and you will never be friends." Concubine Fei Xuan stared at Mo Fei with a pair of cold eyes without any fluctuation, and said: "I thought you were no matter how mysterious you were.
You are complicated, and you are definitely not a villain, but I was wrong. You are actually a very evil person, and you will definitely fall into Avici Hell after death!"
"Pfft!" Mo Fei suddenly laughed.
"What? Concubine Feixuan's words make you very disdainful?" Master Feixuan had an annoyed look on her face.
"I'm not making fun of Feixuan, I just think it's funny. I'm not a loyal believer in Buddhism. I don't believe in the Buddhist theory of Abi Hell. I don't even believe in the rumors of the Netherworld. After all, given the height of this world, it is impossible to exist.
It is difficult for a real god to appear in the Netherworld." Mo Fei explained: "I am more afraid of you, Concubine Xuan, by threatening me with Abi Hell than by spitting on me, so I felt a little bit uncomfortable after hearing this.
funny."
Shi Feixuan: "..."
She didn't even know how to refute the bastard in front of her.
"Actually, Fei Xuan can't blame me." Mo Fei suppressed the joking expression on his face and said calmly: "Although I didn't have any good impression of you Buddhists in the past, I didn't have any bad feelings either. It's you who insist on following me.
The snatching of the Evil Emperor's relic from my hands caused the initial deterioration of our relationship. As long as you have an idea of what the Evil Emperor's relic is, you will know what kind of treasure it is. How could I give you Buddhism for no reason?"
"After that, you went too far by throwing dirt on me without a shred of evidence. It greatly damaged my reputation and rights, and you still didn't allow me to fight back? How can there be such a reason in this world? I am not evil, but we are
Our positions are different, and it is you Buddhists who have become mortal enemies with me because of the conflict of interests."
"But your counterattack was too much. It was completely beyond the normal scope. Master Liao Kong and nearly a hundred monks in Jingnian Temple all died at your hands." Master Fei Xuan said bitterly: "You are also targeting my Buddhist sect.
He wants to kill all our Buddhist disciples and cause over ten thousand losses to our Buddhist disciples in the south."
"Feixuan, you need to be reasonable. You wantonly publicized and slandered me. How much damage have you caused me? Do you really have no idea in your heart? I can't be blamed entirely for the things that happened to Monk Kong and Jingnian Chanyuan. If they
Obediently hand over the Heshi Bi to me, maybe I won't kill them, just destroy the Jing Nian Monastery, but who told them to attack me as soon as they come?"
Mo Fei shook his head and sighed: "As for killing your Buddhist sect... Fei Xuan, didn't you say that Buddhism has always been about helping the world? Then I will use your Buddhist sect's wealth to help the homeless all day long.
Aren’t the hungry tenant farmers carrying forward your Buddhist faith? Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Do you know how many lives I have saved and how much merit I have created for you with your Buddhist wealth?
I didn't charge you any favors just because you and Feixuan are good friends and I helped you for free, but you want to blame me?"
"You...you are completely arrogant!" Master Fei Xuan said, stamping her feet.
"Then Fei Xuan told me that you Buddhist monks are so fat and so ruthless that they take and seize from the tenants, sleep with their wives and daughters, and use them as slaves. Is this how they should live? I will leave enough for them to survive.
Is it a heinous crime to have wealth without enjoying it?" Mo Fei said seriously: "Fei Xuan, to tell you the truth, if you use Cihang Jingzhai's wealth to set up a porridge shed, the merit you will gain from relieving the victims will definitely be
It’s much bigger than your inexplicable attempt to lead the Chosen Emperor.”
"Feixuan, this man has entered the devil's way, what do you say to him?" A middle-aged beautiful woman standing next to Shi Feixuan reached out to stop Shi Feixuan and Mo Fei from talking to each other again.
"Yes, Master!" Master Feixuan responded, lowered her head, and stopped looking at Mo Fei.
Mo Fei looked at this middle-aged beautiful woman with great interest. She was the dream lover of Shi Fei Xuan's master Fan Qinghui, Song Que's old lover, Duzunbao Xie Hui, Emperor Li Yuan of Tang Dynasty and many others.
Fei’s capital!
Her body is filled with an intellectual and noble temperament. She is a dignified and beautiful woman with a tall and fit figure. She has a very beautiful face with no wrinkles at all. She has a tall and graceful figure and a graceful appearance. Her chest can be blocked by clothes.
Peaks and mountains.
Coupled with her ice-like frost at this time, it gives people a strong feeling of conquest.
"Giggle!" A sweet laugh sounded, and Zhu Yuyan's figure appeared beside Mo Fei, holding Mo Fei's arm, and said with a smile: "Old nun, you said that my husband has entered the devil's path, I'm afraid no matter how eloquent you are,
It can’t change the pain that my husband has touched you, can it? You say that my holy sect is evil and heretic, do you think your Buddhist sect is a good thing?”
"Zhu Yuyan!" The moment Zhu Yuyan appeared, Fan Qinghui's eyes were only fixed on her, her lifelong enemy.
"It's me!" Zhu Yuyan chuckled and said: "Old nun, can you please explain directly that your Buddhist sect's wealth accounts for one-tenth of the world's wealth? My husband inspected Buddhist temples in the Sui Dynasty and found out
The wealth is enough to pay for at least twenty years of military pay, food and fodder for the Xiaoguo Army of the Great Sui Dynasty. This is only in most of the south. If the richer Buddhist temples in the north are counted...how much wealth will it be? You Buddhists are noble,
Why can’t it be used to provide relief to the victims?”
At this time, the north was still the economic center of the Central Plains dynasty, and it was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that the economic center of the Central Plains was difficult to move.
The wealth held by Buddhism must of course be based on economic level. Northern Buddhism is of course much richer than southern Buddhism.
Didn’t you see that the two holy places of Buddhism, Cihang Jingzhai in Chang’an and Jingnian Chanyuan in Luoyang, are both located in the north?
In response to Zhu Yuyan's question, Fan Qinghui said expressionlessly: "It's useless to talk more, it's better to see the truth under your hands!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fan Qinghui stabbed Zhu Yuyan with the long sword in her hand.
Of course, what Fan Qinghui practiced was Cihang Jingzhai’s Sword Art of the Other Side, also known as Cihang Sword Code, which is based on five key points, namely,,,,.
The whole volume is divided into thirteen chapters, mainly focusing on,,.
What's more, Chapter 13 of the Sword Code records a kind of meditation that is like hovering on the edge of death. It's called, if those who don't have enough Tao practice practice on their own, the blood and essence in their whole body will burst and die.
The Cihang Sword Code goes from the telepathy of the heart to the clarity of the sword's heart, and then to the death barrier. Since ancient times, there are only a handful of people who can achieve this step of the sword's heart being clear, and the only one who can enter the death barrier is Qin Mengyao.
When Fan Qinghui and Zhu Yuyan were hostile in the past, they were still in a harmonious state of mind. I don't know if her current strength has reached the point where the sword's heart is clear.
"Good come, I was just trying to measure whether you, the old nun, have made any progress over the years!" Zhu Yuyan let go of Mo Fei's arm and walked towards her with enchanting steps that seemed gentle but actually very fast.
Fan Qinghui walked towards him.
Mo Fei is not worried about Zhu Yuyan's safety at all. Not to mention whether Fan Qinghui has advanced to the Sword Heart Translation is still a question. Even if Fan Qinghui has advanced to the Sword Heart Transparency, she will at most reach Grandmaster Consummation, which is ten years away from Zhu Yuyan's Heavenly Demon Dafa.
After reaching the eighth level of Dacheng, he was promoted to the Grand Master Realm, but he was still far away.
Zhu Yuyan's fight with Fan Qinghui was like a strong man bullying a child.
"Since Yuyan and the others have started fighting, let's not be idle." Mo Fei held the Tang sword, pointed at Ning Daoqi, and said with a smile: "Let me see the skills of Ning Daoqi, the first person in the Central Plains and a Sanren!"
Mo Fei slashed at Ning Daoqi with one strike.
The knife in his hand seemed to come alive, searching for the opponent with its own spiritual sense. It made a big curve full of beautiful lines and conformed to the laws of heaven and earth, and stabbed Ning Daoqi's back vest. His body was completely driven by the knife, which was natural and smooth.
It is also like birds flying and fish swimming, flawless and brilliant.
Ning Daoqi didn't look back. He pressed his right hand on his chest, brushed out his left hand, stretched out his hand from the sleeve of his robe, changed his palm to grasping, then grasped to his fingers.
Grasping and changing the fingers, and finally using the thumb to straighten the tip of the knife, the subtle changes, and the position of the knife can be judged purely by feeling, which is breathtaking.
Three free throws!
The essence of Ning Daoqi's Kung Fu, which is unparalleled in the Central Plains, is taken from the writings of Zhuangzi and his disciples in the early Warring States Period: "Be carefree and inactive, wander around the world, do nothing but do something, and understand all things mysteriously."
Thousands of infinite changes are all attributed to the eight essences. The moves can be done at will, without any fixed rules. It is like a horse flying in the sky without any restrictions. The situation is like riding on the clouds freely and controlling the air of a flying dragon. It is indescribably wonderful.
The essence of Bapu lies in one word: emptiness can bring life to life, so the emptiness is infinite, and purity leads to emptiness. Then this emptiness is reality. Although there are hundreds of different states between reality and emptiness, it is nothing but the way of nature. It is mysterious and mysterious, neither big nor small.
The fingers and knives clashed, making a sound of "waves" of energy clashing, and the rapids flowing wildly from the point of contact in all directions, the sound was astonishing.
"scold!"
The cold light of the long knife in Mo Fei's hand flashed, dispelling Ning Daoqi's all-conquering aura. Ning Daoqi rolled over and returned to his original position. He placed his hands horizontally and gathered his fingertips together, like a bird pecking at the ground. He calmly faced Mo Fei.
The blade pointed at him.
Seeing that Mo Fei and Ning Daoqi were fighting so hard that they might not be able to defeat each other in a short time, the three bald heads led by Fan Qinghui looked at each other, nodded one after another, and were about to move towards Mo Fei and Ning.
Dodge and the two left.
They are the three great holy monks who still retain their skills.
In a grandmaster-level fight between Mo Fei and Ning Daoqi, only a perfect master can intervene. If an ordinary grandmaster gets close enough, he will die in the blink of an eye.
To deal with a peerless devil like Mo Fei who destroyed the Buddhist orthodoxy and destroyed the Taoist plan, they had no choice but to sacrifice their own wisdom and join forces with Ning Daoqi.
As soon as the three people flew up, they saw Zhu Yuyan, who was easily pressing down on Fan Qinghui with one hand, a faint smile on her lips, stretched out her slender hand, and shook it gently towards the three of them, with an unparalleled feeling.
The whirlpool forcefully pulled the perfect bodies of the three masters, and they fell hard downwards.
"Fan Qinghui alone is not enough for me to play with. Three great monks, instead of disturbing my husband and the others, why don't you come and give Fan Qinghui a stick? I will play with you for a while, otherwise she will definitely die from my dozens of moves."