The rolling sound waves spread in all directions, like thunder exploding in the ears. For a moment, the heroes who were in fear of ghosts and gods woke up.
Everyone looked intently, and saw this old Taoist with an ancient face and a high crown on his head. He raised his palms high, his inner energy boiling, and suddenly made a seal with his palms. He drew his sword from a distance and yelled: "Thunder from the sky!"
Boom! Boom!
In this boundless Buddha land, thunder suddenly exploded, countless dark clouds gathered and rolled, and electric silver dragons swam in the middle, sweeping the world with majestic momentum. People's hearts became dull unconsciously, and they were overwhelmed by the power of this divine thunder!
"When I attained Bodhi, the light of the sword was no longer visible in the Pure Land, and all the celestial phenomena disappeared."
Hutu spoke out again. In an instant, the Buddha's light on his body suddenly shone brightly. Countless swastika Buddha chants lingered around him, and then a pure Buddha's light rose into the sky and went straight to the black clouds in the sky!
Throughout the pure land, the sound of Zen chanting by gods and Buddhas resounded, and the pure and compassionate meaning once again enveloped the entire mountain peak, as if there really were no wars and killings in this pure land, only peace and quiet!
boom!
There was a dull loud noise, and the rolling black clouds were suddenly broken open by the Buddha's light. The pillar of light rose directly to the sky and the earth. At this moment, this beam of brilliant Buddha's light was as dazzling as a pillar of heaven!
Zhang Daoxuan snorted, his expression remained unchanged, he slashed hard with his sword finger, and shouted: "Fall!"
Boom! Boom!
Several muffled thunderous sounds were heard in succession, and then black clouds suddenly engulfed the Buddha's light above the sky. When the lightning flashed, a purple thunder dragon about the thickness of a bucket was seen roaring down, following the Buddha's light.
Then it swallowed it up, and wherever it passed, the Buddha's light was shattered, and it went straight to Hutu himself!
"The celestial phenomena have retreated! The celestial phenomena have receded!"
Hutu's expression was tense, and he kept shouting. The Buddha's light on his body became more and more dazzling, and the beam of light rising from his body became more and more condensed and dazzling!
However, facing the thunder dragon carrying the power of nine-day thunder, these Buddha lights were like paper and did not hinder the fall of the thunder dragon at all!
boom!
During the roar of thunder, the thunderous dragon swallowed Hutu in an instant, and endless electric light spread along the earth in all directions!
But in an instant, the Buddha's kingdom on this earth, the Pure Land, the Buddha's light was extinguished, the auspiciousness withered, and the immortal Buddhas in the sky collapsed one after another.
As the earth shook and the mountains shook, all the light in front of everyone's eyes faded away. When they came back to their senses, the mountain was still the same mountain, and the people were still the same people. The night, the torches, the bright moon, and the heroes watching the battle, but no one knelt down and worshiped on the ground.
There is no need to mention the Buddha’s land and hell.
The injured are still injured, the disabled are still disabled, nothing has changed, it is as if the experience just now was a dream!
However, the fragrance of flowers and the sound of Zen just now, with gods and Buddhas everywhere, are indescribable reality. It is a feeling that dreams can never give!
When they looked at each other, Hutu Rinpoche's young face suddenly turned pale, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking!
Abbot Kongwen hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said, "Is there any serious problem with the Living Buddha?"
Hutu laughed sadly, clasped his palms together, and slowly sat down cross-legged, saying: "I never expected that the Taoist sect of the Middle Earth also has such miraculous magical powers and secrets."
Afterwards, I could only see him closing his eyes and chanting softly: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are empty, and he survived all the hardships."
"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color; color is emptiness, and emptiness is color."
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"I know that Prajna Paramita is a great divine mantra, a great Ming mantra, a supreme mantra, an infinite mantra..."
He was reciting the Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra, which talks about the four elements of a monk being empty. However, when he was reciting the Tao no Etc. mantra, his voice was too faint to detect and difficult to hear.
"Living...living Buddha?"
Kong Wen was stunned for a moment, then his face showed sadness, he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: "Hutu Living Buddha has passed away."
Upon hearing this, the group of monks all chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, with a sad tone and a low mood, which affected the atmosphere all over the mountain.
The heroes didn't say a word, looking at the monk in white sitting cross-legged on the ground, thinking about the incredible Buddhist magical powers that the other party had just displayed by means beyond ordinary people's imagination, and then seeing the other party's current fate, their hearts
I can’t help but feel a lot of emotions.
Even such a living Buddha who was so close to a god-man passed away. This debate on Buddhism and Taoism is really extremely dangerous!
Coincidentally, they remembered Zhang Sanfeng's reply that had been circulated throughout the world: old things from those days should not be forgotten or dared to be forgotten; Sanfeng must come to Huashan to debate scriptures; both victory and defeat are discussed, as well as life and death.
It’s a matter of victory or defeat, as well as life and death!
This statement is true!
"In this way, the old Taoist can be regarded as seeking some justice for his former colleagues."
Looking at the breathless Hu Tu, Zhang Daoxuan's body swayed, and the energy and energy in his body became obviously slack. He was no longer as energetic as before, but his face was filled with emotions of happiness and joy.
This Divine Sky Thunder Technique obviously consumes a lot of money for this elderly Heavenly Master.
"Amitabha! Unexpectedly, the thunder method of Shenxiao on Longhu Mountain can be so restrained in the secret method of this temple. The old monk admires it."
Pasiba's voice came out from the chariot, but it was as calm as usual, as if the death of a disciple of this temple was just a matter of course in his eyes.
Just listen to what he said: "Zhang Daoling of your noble sect is revered as a heavenly master, and his reputation is well-deserved. It's just that my Taoist friends have never crossed the threshold of innateness and forced the use of such secret techniques. They have damaged their origins, but they can't live well for a few days."
Mo Li was shocked. Innate, could it be that the thunder from the sky that was invincible in the spiritual world was an innate secret method?!
"Whether it damages the origin or not, it has nothing to do with you, an old monk?!"
Zhang Daoxuan cursed loudly: "Come on, come on, you old monk, come on and pick up the poor Taoist!"
Pa Siba did not respond, but Zhang Sanfeng said: "Zhang Sanfeng, please come down. How about letting someone else do the next scene?"
"Zhenzhen Zhang, if I don't strike him with a thunderbolt, I will never be able to swallow this breath until my death!" Zhang Daoxuan said stubbornly.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the aura of this veteran is getting weaker and weaker. The thunder just now probably caused a lot of damage. He is still standing on the field waiting for the battle. He is afraid that the next battle will not be possible even if he thinks about it.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed, although this Shenxiao thunder method is the secret method of the Tianshi Mansion, it is almost a legend. The reason is that the descendants are unworthy and have not been able to enter the innate generation.
However, without entering the innate, trying to activate this secret method is tantamount to wishful thinking. Although Zhang Daoxuan can activate this secret method, he has practiced hard for nearly a hundred years. His spiritual state is already only one step away from innate. He does not care about his own life and forcibly
The secret method of stimulating the body has been too much for the body. Even if it ends peacefully today, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few more months.
But if he could live one more day, just one more day, how could he bear to watch his old friends die on the spot like Hutu?
"Li'er, go ahead and let fellow Taoist Zhang come down." Zhang Sanfeng said.
Mo Li nodded and strode forward. Among the crowd, everyone saw a young Taoist wearing a green robe walking out of the crowd. He had handsome features, a tall figure, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a heroic spirit. There was an uproar at the moment!
"Sword God!"
"It's Sword God Mo Li!"
"I didn't expect to send him up so quickly!"
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Everyone was talking about it, but Mo Li seemed to have heard nothing. He just walked up to Zhang Daoxuan, took his arm and said: "Senior, you should go down and have a rest."
However, as soon as he put his hands together, he was horrified. It was this Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain who was trembling slightly and his breath was weak. It was obviously due to excessive energy loss. He just gritted his teeth and held on.
The pure Yang internal force is input into the opponent's body.
Zhang Daoxuan only felt an extremely pure Qi flowing through his body, and there was a warmth in his meridians. It was so comfortable and refreshing that he almost groaned.
He was shocked. This inner force was so powerful that it was even more powerful than his years of hard training. It was the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu created by his old friend by combining Taoist classics and Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu. When he took a closer look, he saw this in front of him.
There is no brilliance in the young man's eyes, but there is a layer of warmth and crystal clearness in his eyes. It seems that his internal strength has reached an extreme level. Among the masters he has encountered in his life, I am afraid that no one can surpass him except Zhang Sanfeng!
"Okay, good boy, Pindao feels relieved that you are here."
He nodded and looked at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes filled with relief and envy, but he was also feeling grateful that his old friend would have a successor.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly at him, smiled and said, "Come down quickly."
Mo Li gently helped him go down. This time, the old Taoist was not stubborn, but said with emotion: "Looking at you, this poor Taoist feels that our Taoist sect has a successor, just like the old Taoist looked at your master.
Generally speaking, you are younger than him, but your achievements are higher."
"Senior, you are ridiculous. How can the achievements of the master be matched by tens of thousands of disciples?" Li Li replied.
If this is indeed sincere, Zhang Sanfeng is Zhang Sanfeng after all. There is only one such person in history. Just like Zhang Wuji, a young hero who can't wait until he is a weakling, but he defeats the masters of all major sects. His final achievements are far worse than Zhang Sanfeng's.
Reasoning?
Since acquiring the Nine Yang Divine Art, although Mo Li has never practiced it, he probably knows the highest state of the Nine Yang Manual, which is when the inner strength reaches perfection, the liquid true energy fills the Dantian, and it can be opened up only by understanding the path.
Acupoints all over the body, step into the innate world!
This is the highest state of internal strength under the innate nature!
Mo Li is still at least several years away from this realm!
"Your master is indeed a rare hero for hundreds of years. Our Taoist sect's hope is now tied to him."
Zhang Daoxuan said.
In the final analysis, this battle still has to be fought against Pasiba, and the only one present who can fight with him is Zhang Sanfeng!
This thought came to Mo Li's mind, and the guilt in his heart became a little heavier.
If Zhang Sanfeng's blood was spilled on the spot today, how would he face his own heart?
While the two were talking, they had already entered the Taoist sect and had placed Zhang Daoxuan in place. Only then did Mo Li step into the arena again and said, "I wonder if the master of the Buddhist sect will fight with Mo?"
Sword God Mo Li, a young man who has excelled in swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years!
The faces of the monks, old and young, all showed solemn expressions. Abbot Kong Wen looked at the monks and said: "With the power of one person, I am afraid that no one will win except for the living Buddha Pasiba."
I'm sure, if this is the case, I can only ask the three uncles to come to an end."
The three old monks of the Du generation did not say a word when they heard what Ting Kong Wen said. They slowly walked out of the queue and stood in front of Mo Li in a "pin" shape.
All three of them untied a long black rope from their waists. One of them, a blind, yellow-faced monk, said, "Young Master, please enlighten me."
"Wait a minute, do it!"
Song Yuanqiao, who had always been calm and indifferent and would not fight or fight, was now impatient. He said loudly: "Does Buddhism always bully the younger ones? Any one of them could be my disciple at that age."
Grandpa, how can the three of them work together?"
"Three poor monks, after practicing the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, the three of them are one and united. No matter whether there are one person or ten thousand people, they will all fight against the enemy together." The blind monk said.
This old monk is called Du'e, and he is the head of the three old monks.
"If that's the case, then I'll take action together with my brothers!"
Song Yuanqiao said: "I will use my Wudang Sect's Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation to teach you the Diamond Subduing Demon Circle! Junior brothers, set up the formation!"
He gave an order, and the six heroes of the Wudang sect stepped out in unison, together with each other. There were seven people in total, standing in different positions, and their qi was vaguely connected, and their movements were mysterious and extraordinary.
"This...how can this be done?!"
Abbot Kong Wen had seen the power of the Seven Zhenwu Formation. When fourteen masters of the six major sects attacked together, they were defeated in an instant. Although the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is also a Buddhist formation with extraordinary power,
However, he still had no confidence in his heart against the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation.
"Why can't you do it?"
Mo Liyan smiled at Yan Yan and said: "This is what the master of your sect said. No matter if there is one person or ten thousand people, this Vajra Demon-Suppressing Circle only requires three people. We are only waiting for seven people?"
Although the King Kong Demon Subduing Circle is powerful, it is far inferior to the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation.
Not to mention, among the Seven Zhenwu Formations, there is also Mo Li, the world-famous sword god.
Being blocked by Mo Li's words, Abbot Kong Wen didn't know how to argue for a moment, so he could only chant "Amitabha" repeatedly, but he didn't say a word about the solution.
"Reciting the Buddha's name cannot solve the problem. Master Kongwen, I respect you as a great monk. Should you fight alone or in an array? I hope the master can come up with a solution!" Song Yuanqiao said with an unhappy expression.
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"Amitabha!"
Kong Wen recited the Buddha's name in a low voice again, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said seriously: "According to the poor monk's opinion, it is better to fight in the formation, but the seven-section formation of the noble sect's Zhenwu actually has the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. I still hope
Master Song asked the old monk and others to give way."
"Oh, how can we give way?" Song Yuanqiao asked.
"Old Monk, there are still a few young disciples here. I hope that Master Song will allow them and Uncle Du'e to deal with the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation together."
After Kong Wen finished speaking, he waved behind him. At that moment, more than a dozen strong monks wearing light yellow monk robes came out. To be more detailed, there were exactly eighteen of them.
Each of these eighteen people stood still, their auras vaguely connected to those of the three old monks. A majestic power that was as immovable as a mountain came over them, making people feel a sinking feeling in their hearts!
Song Yuanqiao recognized this formation at a glance, and said solemnly: "Arhat's Demon Subduing Formation!"
"Arhat's Demon-Conquering Array?"
Li Qiye whispered softly, but his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
This formation gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.
"Master Song has great eyesight. This is the Arhat Demon-Conquering Array of our temple."
Abbot Kongwen nodded slightly, with a hint of contentment in his tone, and said: "This formation has not been seen in the world for decades. Now, this temple uses this formation to teach the noble sect.
Zhenwu Seven Intercepts Formation."
Arhat's Demon-Conquering Formation!
Looking at the eighteen yellow-robed monks on the field, all the heroes present could not help but feel moved. It should be noted that this Eighteen Arhats Demon Subduing Formation is the temple protection formation of Shaolin Temple. It has been passed down for more than a hundred years and has a great reputation. It was created by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty.
The magical martial formation was famous all over the world since the founding of the country.
However, as the largest sect in the world, the Shaolin Temple has strong strength and many masters. When the masters come to challenge them, how can they use the Arhat's demon-slaying formation? The four great monks who are the leaders of each temple cannot easily defeat the enemy.
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"So, what your sect means is that they are going to use the two formations of the Arhat Subduing Demon Array and the King Kong Demon Subduing Circle to defeat Wudang's Seven Zhenwu Arrays?" Song Yuanqiao frowned.
Abbot Kongwen smiled and said: "The seven-section Zhenwu Formation of your sect has the power of Zhenwu's coming to the world. It is actually a Taoist magical formation that is unprecedented in the world. If these two formations were not at the same time, I am afraid that I, the Buddhist sect, would not be your sect's opponent."
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What he said was extremely righteous, and he was sincere in praising the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation. However, in the ears of everyone in Wudang, it didn't feel right at all.
Yu Lianzhou said angrily: "I heard that these two formations of your sect are unparalleled in the world. How about this? I'll wait for the masters of the Taoist sect to join hands and learn the supreme formations of Shaolin!"
"Yu Erxia is joking. We are in a fighting formation. How can we swarm them all together? Isn't this unfair?" Kong Wen said.
"You still know the word fairness?!"
Yu Daiyan said angrily: "I am only a Shaolin monk, with a certain degree of self-cultivation. You and other twenty-one people from two formations join forces to fight against seven of us from Wudang. In this way, can it be considered fair?!"
When the heroes heard this, they realized it was true!
The total number of these two formations is twenty-one, against seven people?!
At that moment, they all started laughing, and there were many vulgar words in their words.
"Damn it, the more are bullying the less, let's go on stage and learn from it!"
"These stinking bald donkeys are so shameless!"
"Authentic martial arts, do you think there is even half a trace of authentic martial arts in there?!"
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Everyone said something to each other, and the old man blushed when he heard what he said. The eighteen stick monks all had angry expressions on their faces, except for the three monks of the Du generation, as well as the invited old monks from various sects, their faces were as usual, and they turned a blind eye.
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Zhang Daoxuan laughed and said: "You are really right, this is the consistent practice of Shaolin Temple!"
"Eighty years ago, when they were dealing with the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, they used the greater number to bully the smaller number and set up the Eighteen Arhats to Conquer Demon Formation, but in the end they were defeated hastily!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this secret. It turned out that something like this happened back then?
He looked at the monks with even more disdain.
Kong Wen couldn't tell the pain in his heart. He wanted a fair duel. However, the swordsmanship of the sword god Mo Li was too overbearing. Even if three masters of the Duzi generation took action, no one would be able to fight alone.
Not his match!
And the power of the opponent's Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation is even more immense. Sanfeng doesn't know how to fight this, creating such an ancient and strange formation. In a seven-on-seven situation, their Buddhist sect has no chance of winning!
And this battle is not just as simple as victory or defeat, it is also about the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism. Once defeated, the consequences will be disastrous!
So even if he bullies the few with more, he can only grit his teeth and do so.
As long as you can win, no matter how ugly it is, it will always be more glorious than failure!
At this thought, Abbot Kong Wen put aside his worries and turned a deaf ear to what everyone said and did. He just smiled and said: "Song Daxia, Master Zhang, and all my Taoist friends, the Wudang Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation is unparalleled. Is it possible that they are afraid?"
You have mastered my Shaolin formation and dare not fight against it, so you are just using your words?"
What a despicable tactic to motivate the generals, not to mention the old Taoist priests with bright gray beards, even the crowd of spectators could see it clearly.
Everyone on the Taoist side showed disdainful smiles, and Mo Li was about to retort, when Zhang Sanfeng suddenly said: "In that case, you can learn from Yuanqiao."
Everyone was shocked. Was Zhang Sanfeng falling into a trap?
Song Yuanqiao looked troubled and said: "Master, this..."
"We are fighting alone, and they are not willing to do it. Are we going to stay like this until dawn?"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly and asked confidently: "Could it be that you don't believe in the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation created by my master?"
Before the seven Wudang people could speak, Kong Wen, who was over there, had already started talking: "The formations created by Zhenren are naturally unparalleled and admirable. Fellow Taoists of Wudang, don't you believe in Zhenren?"
At this moment, for the sake of victory, Kong Wen, the Shaolin monk, really lost all his dignity and acted like a clown.
Mo Li and others couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but when Zhang Sanfeng said something, they could only agree, and everyone immediately agreed.
Although somewhat reluctant, the Seven Heroes are still confident of winning. After all, this Zhenwu Seven-section Formation does have unpredictable power, especially among the seven people who preside over the formation, four of them are
The best masters in the world, even if the opponent has two Buddhist formations, they still have a great chance of winning.
"Please, all Shaolin monks!" Mo Li shouted loudly, specially emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "high monk".
The group of monks couldn't help but feel strange in their hearts after hearing this. They are monks. They are not thick-skinned. How can they continue to hang out together?
They formed their own formations, and the three people in the Diamond Subduing Demon Circle formed a three-talented posture, surrounding the Seven Heroes. The Eighteen Arhats each held a stick and were in the outermost circle. Inside, the Seven Heroes each took their positions and drew out their long swords.
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For a moment, the supreme momentum of the two gates of Buddhism and Taoism unfolded in the venue. Before they could take action, an overwhelming sense of oppression dissipated, making all the powerful people present feel extremely nervous.
Shaolin versus Wudang, two formations versus one!
"Amitabha!"
The three old monks suddenly put their hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha. The eighteen stick monks shouted loudly in unison. In an instant, the two formations of Qi were harmonious and connected to each other, forming an impressive formation!
"Get into formation!"
Song Yuanqiao gave a sharp shout, and the true energy in the bodies of the seven Wudang people continued to flow, and the rolling heat waves unique to Pure Yang Wuji Gong dispersed in all directions. The location of the seven people suddenly looked like a huge oven!
call out!
The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded, but the three black ropes were seen attacking together like three long dragons. Eighteen sticks followed like shadows, and twenty-one weapons suddenly gathered together and turned into a ferocious black dragon with teeth and claws.
It also carries the supreme power of Buddha to suppress demons!
This scene shocked everyone on the spot. Is this really a martial art that mortals can learn?!
But Li Qiye's expression tightened. He already understood why he felt inexplicably familiar with the opponent's formation!
It turns out that the formation used to protect King Ruyang was the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Subduing Demon Formation.
Shaolin Temple has been colluding with the Tatars!