Buzz ~
The night is deep and the stars are dotted.
A bright meteor cut through the night and fell toward the inner direction of the pass, causing the star to fall.
"Huh~"
The old demon sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his eyes to the sky, and there was a surprising color in his eyes. In a trance, he felt the vibration from the soul and the life map.
That is a sign of the emergence of the ‘Beidou’.
No one can understand the turmoil in his heart. He has paid too much for this moment.
Beidou, the Lord will die!
When the tide rises, Beidou will only be born early in the extreme killing and endless death.
The natural disasters and man-made disasters have been slightly insufficient for years. Only when the extreme vitality is extinguished can the light of the Beidou be triggered.
He knew very well what the light in this moment meant.
"Zhang Xuanba, died!"
There is no joy or sorrow, only a hint of regret.
One is on the Seven Killing Mountain and the other is on the Linlong Jing'an Mansion. In the past few decades, the two have mostly met twice. In the true sense, they only fought once.
Personal hatred is mostly non-existent, and their different positions do not hinder his appreciation of this great hero of the world.
In the last battle, he had seen countless heroes, but only a few of them could compare with him. In the last battle, his achievements in martial arts had surpassed his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, and even surpassed all the martial arts masters recorded in history.
Such a hero was born when the sky was about to change. As long as he did not die, he would definitely be able to enter the legendary path of immortals and Buddhas in the future, and even go far.
“What a pity…”
Thoughts arose in his mind, the old demon stretched out his arms and felt the "supernatural spirit" in his body, and his luck was the highest young body in his eighth lifetime.
People die and the Tao disappears.
Facing a hero like Zhang Xuanba, he has no chance to survive his cultivation, but there is no need.
If the realm does not fall and the magical powers are still there, it is enough.
Huh ~
As the night wind whistled, the old demon slowly exerted martial arts, and strong blood qi blew out from his pores all over his body. This was the blood qi impurity obtained by his predecessor with the "Jie Dao Tianzhu".
[Seal the Daotian and seize the heaven, kill seven and get one, kill all kinds of people to support the heaven!]
This extremely powerful magical power is extremely domineering and cruel. Those who are cruel and ruthless can undergo blood transformation in one day, but this leaves hidden dangers.
Once upon a time, he was also burdened by it and was unable to take the last step.
But in this life when he practices and reorganizes the seventh generation, this magical power is no longer a burden to him.
call!
call!
In less than midnight, all kinds of impurities were rejected from the body, and blood and energy that were pure to the extreme flowed outside his body, slowly and firmly evolving the oven.
In the middle of the night, he had already returned to the furnace.
This is the predecessor, which took two years to kill.
"It's not enough."
With a slight pinch of his fingers, the old demon turned his eyes and looked deep in the night. He could only hear the sound of shallow footsteps coming from far away.
A big monk in red came here.
A hundred feet apart, he had stopped and swept around, his eyes fixed on the old demon. His eyes were a little confused, and he immediately bowed:
"Tianlun Temple, Dulong, pay homage to senior..."
"Dulong Monk?"
The old demon narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Where is Fan Ruyi?"
Fan Ruyi is a legend of Dali Buddhism.
According to legend, the man was born in a humble family and was not even a serf, but one of the children raised by a large family, and was the lowest-class untouchables in Dali.
He grew up in discrimination and oppression since childhood. He suffered all the sufferings on earth. He even was beaten for three hundred times and exposed to the sun for seven days, almost dead because he stepped on the shadow of aristocrats.
But such a person has reached the peak of the Dali Dynasty in two hundred years, and has led to a country with one religion.
The Eternal Tianlun Temple, headed by it, was called it by Dali people.
‘Brahma’!
This person is also the one whom he fears the most except Zhang Xuanba.
"The master originally came here on purpose, but he was afraid that his senior would be uneasy, so he sent a young monk to inform him.
He had already broken through the "Shuiyun Pass" in Yunzhou, and notified the Right Khan of your country who had been waiting outside the pass for a long time more than 20 days ago, "
"Close, it's broken."
The old demon was not surprised.
Once a person like Fan Ruyi takes action, there will be no warriors of the same level to stop him, and one person can enter the Ming Dynasty court.
Similarly, Zhang Xuanba, Mu Qingliu, himself, and even Nie Longtian, were not impossible.
What made him afraid of was that the old monk seemed to have calculated something, and he could actually send his disciples to find his body in this life...
"Master sent a young monk here to fulfill his promise and return the handwritten letter to me..."
The Dulong monk bowed slightly and his attitude was quite humble.
"Bodhisattva's handwriting... Is your teacher going to enter Pingdu Mountain and the illusion of Bodhisattva? It seems that he is still a bit worse than Bodhisattva."
The old demon in Black Mountain moved his heart.
The rumors of the birth of the Bodhidharma illusion have been circulating for nearly ten years, and countless Buddhist masters have flocked to each other.
"Not like, not like."
The Dulong monk waved his hand slightly, with awe and piety in his expression:
"Master Bodhidharma is the ancestor of Zen Buddhism and the ancestor of Buddhist sages. His achievements in Buddhism are so high that no one can compare to in the future..."
"oh?"
The old demon raised his eyebrows.
There are such humble people in Tianlun Temple?
"Then, where is your teacher?"
"How could the teacher compare with Master Bodhidharma?"
The Dulong monk holds the Buddha's rituals and worships the south from afar, just like believers worshiping the Buddha:
"He is a true Buddha who lives in the world..."
...
...
The night is deep.
In the corner of Fengtian Hall, in a small, heavily guarded room, there was a sound of "waving" reading.
Wearing a prison robe, Xu Wenji sat upright, sometimes flipping through books, sometimes writing with his pen, without the mentality he should have as a prisoner.
As a great scholar of the times, he did not take any harsh treatment in the past few years he was imprisoned. The ministers in the court dared not say anything openly, but never took care of him secretly.
There is never a shortage of all kinds of books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones. He even declined many times, but people still send fine wine and delicacies from time to time.
If it weren't for the East Factory, someone would even dare to send maids' clothing.
Between a wall, Wang Muzhi naturally did not have this treatment. In a few years, no one came to visit him except Qi Liuyi.
Of course, he didn't care.
"The black iron is the frame and the fine gold is the foundation. This 'Fengtian Palace' is worthy of the name of a magic weapon. Although it is still not possible to achieve the last move, it is still difficult to shake..."
Touching the cold wall, Wang Muzhi exclaimed slightly.
Many times, he wanted to try to break this wall with his cultivation level at this time, but he still didn't take action.
There is nothing else, this wall can be broken, but it is difficult for one's own teacher to break the "wall in his heart".
If he didn't convince him, even if the wall was broken, he wouldn't go out, just as Emperor Qianheng summoned him several times, Xu Wenji ignored him.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.
While several eunuchs were closely monitoring, the fifth Jie quickly walked over and glanced at him. Seeing the shackles on his own teacher's hands and feet, he was immediately furious:
"How dare you do this?"
He shouted furiously, and the guards and eunuchs all trembled. The person in front of him had the temper of being a killer in the street, how could they dare to provoke him?
"Little Five."
As Xu Wenji put his pen and called him lightly, the fifth Jie's anger subsided and he knelt outside the door with a "thump":
"Teacher, I'm late for the disciple..."
"It's not impossible to come early."
Wang Muzhi sighed.
"you?"
Wu Jie suddenly turned around, surprise flashing in his eyes, shocked, but he didn't know what he remembered, and suddenly closed his mouth.
"Go, I'll say something to the teacher and senior brother!"
Several guards and eunuchs were very hesitant, but they looked at Liu Jing who was speechless in the distance and gritted their teeth and retreated.
The fifth family is a thousand-year-old clan, and there are many senior officials in the court, not something they can afford.
"Teacher, why bother..."
When he saw Wang Muzhi for the first time, Di Wu Jie knew that from time to time he could not save his teacher, but he was unwilling to leave.
Psychological, old-fashioned, ignorant, stupid and loyal...
Many scoldings were swallowed by him when he saw the old man with a strong bones. How could he be demanding?
"Xiao Wu, take out the books copied for the teacher."
Xu Wenji stood up.
The robe that was not big seemed very generous to him. He became thinner after years of prison life.
"Studying and preaching the scriptures cannot save the current court and the world today..."
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..."
Wu Jie was about to say something, but suddenly heard a muffled sound from the next door. He turned around suddenly, but saw that Wang Muzhi had already stood up at some point.
He held the iron window tightly with both hands, and his eyes looking at the night sky became very serious.
"Um?"
Xu Wenji seemed to have some awareness. Looking at him, he saw a meteor across the sky in the night sky, which was difficult to move from the north...
That's it?
Suddenly, his heart shrank, and a huge sourness surged into his heart:
"mysterious……"
"The star falls!"
Wang Mu's expression was calm.
Through his supernatural power, "dividing light into shadow", he faintly seemed to capture a scene that was happening beyond thousands of mountains and rivers.
Under the same starry sky, on the snowy field, in front of the wild forest.
That's...
...
...
In Fengtian Hall, there was a dead silence, and several guards were trembling.
Since the man who returned from the palace, the huge Taoist palace has been shrouded in fear, and people have died almost every day. To this day, dozens of palace maids, eunuchs, and guards have been killed by sticks...
boom!
At one moment, a huge roar came from the hall. The loud noise made several guards almost scare to death on the spot.
He knelt on the ground in a hurry, his face pale.
"good!"
In the hall, Emperor Qianheng would not care about the thoughts of several guards. He held the round light mirror and the gloom of many days was wiped out.
"well!"
I couldn't help but walk a few steps, Emperor Qianheng's face flushed, and I couldn't help asking again:
"That old man is really seriously injured when he is killing the old demon in Black Mountain?!"
The Jinyiwei on the other end of the bronze mirror lowered her head and repeated it, but a feeling of sadness emerged in her heart...
"he……"
Suddenly, Emperor Qianheng seemed to have some sense. He suddenly stepped out of the hall and looked out from the fence. He was about to see a starlight piercing.
For some reason, the smile on his face was frozen:
Chapter completed!