That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 77

The old monk was wearing a golden-red cassock and sat cross-legged like a golden Buddha. Then he got up slowly and walked down the pagoda.

Every step seems to be extremely heavy, it seems that it is not an ordinary human body, but a statue cast from diamond rock.

The entire North Pagoda is illuminated by the Buddha light, and the old monk walks slowly from the Buddha light, just like the Buddha descending into the world, heading towards the Western Paradise.

Song Guanguan was shocked, and murmured: "The Arhat has come out of the tower."

The old monk's skin was covered with a layer of light gold. With every step, the ground shook, and circles of vitality ripples spread around.

The Tianlan Sword behind Xu Beiyou was sensed by Qi, trembling continuously.

The old monk walked forward step by step, and the Buddha's light spread slowly along with the old monk's steps. In the blink of an eye, there was already a golden glazed world in front of the North Pagoda.

Song Guanguan forcibly restrained his mind, stood side by side with Xu Beiyou, and said softly: "This person is Zen Master Yuanyue of Buddhism, the head of the Arhat Hall, and his cultivation level is about the tenth floor of the Earth Immortal. He does not practice Dharma, but only cultivates the golden body. It is said that it is as heavy as a mountain, but it is also as immovable as a mountain, and it will not appear in the world in a leisurely manner. Today, for some reason, it has come out of the tower."

When there were more than ten feet away from Xu Beiyou and Xu Beiyou, the old monk suddenly stopped, and then with him as the center, the golden colored glaze world spread rapidly, trying to wrap Xu Beiyou and them in it.

At this moment, a sword came from the sky, like a comet passing across the sky, dragging a dazzling brilliance down, piercing fiercely into the ground three feet in front of Xu Beiyou.

This sword is like a sea-fixing needle, the golden glazed Buddha light that was originally surging like a sea tide suddenly calms down in front of this sword, and can no longer move forward half a step.

Seeing this scene, the old monk shook his head slightly, clasped his palms together and bowed softly to Xu Beiyou, "Almsgiver, I see that you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha. I wonder if you would like to study Buddhism with me?"

Xu Beiyou was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Master was joking, the boy already has a teacher."

The monk asked, "Jianzong?"

Xu Beiyou nodded and said, "Exactly."

The long sword that pierced the ground in front of Xu Beiyou began to shake violently.

The old monk's face was expressionless, he looked away from Xu Beiyou, and saw a person walking out of thin air from behind Xu Beiyou and the two of them.

He had white hair, was dressed in black, and carried a sword box on his back.

Although Youjian was hidden deep in the sword box, in the eyes of the old monk, the sword energy was directly rushing towards Xiaohan.

He walked up to Xu Beiyou, and stretched out his hand to hold the trembling Xuanming Sword.

Without seeing how he moved, the overwhelming Buddha light disappeared in an instant.

The old monk sighed: "Sect Master of Jianzong, Gongsun Zhongmou."

Gongsun Zhongmou put the Xuanming sword back into its sheath, and said with a light smile, "Monk Yuanyue, have you passed the time?"

The old monk showed a dignified expression, but he took three steps back, looked at Gongsun Zhongmou from a distance, then glanced at Xu Beiyou next to him, and said slowly: "It turns out that he is the master disciple of Gongsun's benefactor, but the poor monk is rude."

Gongsun Zhongmou still had a smile on his face, but his voice turned slightly colder, "I'm afraid it's not being abrupt, but sincerely deceiving me that there is no one in Jianzong."

He took a sudden step forward, centering on the place where he landed, a circle of sword energy rippled forward.

The golden old monk ignored Gongsun Zhongmou's sword aura, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and stood still.

The next moment, the cassock on the old monk's body suddenly fluttered backwards, and his figure remained motionless.

This sword energy, which is enough to cut through the waist of ordinary ghosts and immortals, failed to leave even the slightest trace on the old monk.

Xu Beiyou took a deep breath, is this the invincible body of King Kong?The hardness of pure physique may have surpassed many magic weapons and swords. If Jianzong is the sharpest spear in the world, then Buddhism is the strongest shield. In the final analysis, this conflict of contradictions still depends on the level of cultivation of both sides. In other words, it is absolutely impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

The old monk clasped his hands again and bowed his head, saying: "The poor monk has no intention of competing with the benefactor Gongsun."

Gongsun Zhongmou laughed loudly, and spit out a long river of sword energy from his mouth, "I want to learn how the Buddha's golden body is invincible, it's just a sword!"

The sword energy continued to rise, and after rising to the nine heavens, it poured down like a galaxy.

The old monk silently recited the Buddha's name, and the golden light was shining all over his body.

Like a Buddha standing between heaven and earth.

At this time, on the north tower, there were two people watching the battle.

Among them, the young man is slender, wearing a black brocade robe, with a tiger's head buckled at the waist, and iron boots with jade-inlaid teeth on his feet. He has a typical northern appearance, with a cold and serious face, but there is an unconcealable gloomy look between his brows. .

Most of the northerners are tall and strong, and this young man's height is considered above average among the northerners, but the slightly older man next to him is even taller, almost ten feet tall, burly Like an iron tower, quite eye-catching.

The young man stretched out his hand to support the golden window sill, and asked softly, "Zha Bo, who do you think will win, Gongsun Zhongmou or Zen Master Yuanyue?"

The tall man named Zha Bo pondered for a while, and replied: "Reporting to Your Highness, if the two of you don't use Zhuxian and Buddha's relics, but only use the realm to compete, the number of winners and losers will be between **** and Gongsun Zhong." Scheme six, Zen master Yuanyue four"

Your Highness, in Daqi, where the rules have always been strict, only princes, county kings, princesses, princesses, and the prince's sons who are equivalent to county kings can be called by this title.

In Liaozhou, only Wang Liao and Wang Mutang with a different surname in Daqi can use the word "His Royal Highness".

Although Mu Tangzhi was defeated again and again in the court, he made great strides in his cultivation, and he could even be regarded as a celestial being. However, at a young age, he has already stepped into the realm of the earth fairy, and his cultivation of a Buddhist vajra is not inferior to An ordinary Buddhist Zen master.

As for Zha Bo standing next to Mutang, he was not an unknown person, but the left commander of the Northeast Frontier Army.

Although the Northeast Army has been repeatedly suppressed by the King of Liao in recent years, its power is not as good as before, and it ranks in the middle and bottom among the major frontier armies, but even so, the Northeast Army is still one of the most elite combat forces in Daqi , a slight inferiority is only relative to the other major frontier armies.

Regarding Zha Bo's answer, Mu Tangzhi was noncommittal, and said with a soft smile: "This king's cultivation is not as good as yours, and even worse than those two masters who have passed ten floors under the tower. How will the outcome be? This king is only the first level of the earth immortal." Lou's realm can't be seen, but this king knows people's hearts. Gongsun Zhongmou took advantage of this opportunity to make a move, not because he had any grievances with Buddhism, nor because he was angry about the trivial matter just now. In the end, it was for this king to see. If you want to be close friends, you should be more polite. Now that you want to be close friends, you must show some real skills. Since he dares to make a move, he must have full confidence."

It is true that Mutangzhi was defeated again and again in the court. The reason why he lost was not because he was not good at scheming and he was a prodigal son who could not be supported, but because his opponent was the current emperor, chief assistant Lan Yu and the governor Wei. Forbidden, the opponent is too strong, it is not a crime of war.

Zha Bo said in a deep voice: "What Your Highness said is true, the general will not think carefully."

Mutang's taste of play: "There are three major confidantes in the Temple of Demon Suppression, the first major problem is Qingchen, this is the great immortal who has fought with three Taoist talkers and two head teachers successively. The second major problem is Murong Xuanyin , this person took charge of the Xuanjiao after he was in charge. He acted secretly and often did amazing things. In recent years, he has been in close contact with the King of Zhenbei. The third biggest problem is Gongsun Zhongmou, who travels the world and makes many friends. He has been working on the revival of the Sword Sect, rebuilt the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, and recently defeated the Lord of the Demon Suppressing Hall. Such three people, who would not want to be under his command? If they are willing to surrender sincerely, even the headmaster of the Taoist sect may have to ignore the past. Unfortunately, we The temple in the Northeast is too small, and the three Bodhisattvas are too big to come in, so they can only burn incense at ordinary times, hoping that they can appear once or twice at critical times, and they are satisfied."

Zha Bo laughed and said, "Your Majesty is also tempted."

Mutangzhi sighed, but didn't speak.

Suddenly, Zha Bo's face changed suddenly.

The long river of sword energy pouring down from the nine heavens finally landed!
Zen Master Yuanyue's golden body remained motionless under the erosion of this long river of sword energy, but the ground under his feet was shattered inch by inch, and his whole body was directly smashed into the ground hundreds of feet deep!

After a moment of silence, Mutang turned around and walked down the tower.

Life and death are not divided, but the outcome has been determined.

(End of this chapter)