The Road to Martial Arts BOSS

Chapter 717
On the eighth day of February, another heavy snowfall fell in the Northland, and the whole city was covered in snow, turning into a snow city.

In this icy weather that can freeze people to death, only those sergeants who are safe to protect the gods are still walking outside.

The three-foot-deep snow caused the soldiers stationed at the city gate to start clearing it early in the morning, and finally cleared the snow at Chenshi.

"In this weather, it's snowing all the time. We estimate that after half an hour, we should clear the snow again."

Kuang San, the gatekeeper, supported his back, twisted his body to move his muscles and bones, and sighed: "If only I had superb martial arts, I would melt the snow with one palm, and my body would not be afraid of the severe cold."

"Come on, Mr. Kuang, if you have this kind of ability, why do you need to guard the city gate?" A soldier next to him laughed.

"I'm not happy," Kuang San scolded with a smile, "Even the sweeper at the Qin Tianjian is an innate master. I have that kind of ability, why can't I continue to guard the city gate?"

"Hey," another person said with a laugh, "The one sweeping the floor at the Qin Tianjian is also a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest under Taoist Master Qing Yu. Can you compare with them?"

"jingle--"

Several people were talking and laughing, when there was a crisp bell sound.

The sound of the bell is very clear, as if it is ringing in the ear, and there is a sense of tranquility, which makes those who hear it feel peaceful.

This is very strange, a bell that is clearly meant to ring only when it is moved, but it brings tranquility to people.Even Kuang San and the others, who were chatting and laughing just now, unconsciously put away their smiles, with a peaceful expression on their faces.

"Amitabha, it's the old man's inability to control his aura, which has affected several benefactors. It's really a sin!"

An old but powerful voice sounded from not far away, Kuang San and the others looked forward, but at some time, there was an extra person in front of the city gate, wearing a plain monk's robe and a large bamboo hat with two strings of small bells hanging on his head. old monk.

The sound of the bell came from the two strings of small bells hanging on the big bamboo hat.

The old monk's complexion was ruddy, and there were no creases that old people should have on his skin, on the contrary, it was smooth like a young man.Without the snow-white eyebrows and the nearly three-foot-long white beard, Kuang San and the others would have thought this was a man in his prime.

After all, on this snowy day, Kuang San and the others wore padded jackets and felt cool, but the old monk was only wearing a thin monk's robe.The cold wind blew and the monk's robe fluttered, but the old monk's body stood upright without any shivering.

With Kuang San's eyesight, he could only discover this extraordinary point.He could only guess that this old monk should be a master of martial arts, someone he could not afford to offend.

"Master, you are welcome," Kuang San hurriedly put his hands together and said, "Master, do you want to find a place to place the order? There is no temple in the capital of God. If the master wants to find a temple, he has to go to the Pushan Temple over there."

As he spoke, Kuang San stretched out his hand to point out the direction to Pushan Temple for the old monk.

In the past two years, there have been more and more monks in Shendu, and Kuang San has also guided many monks, so he is proficient in his business.

However, in recent days, the number of monks in Shendu gradually decreased, and many familiar faces never appeared in Kuang San's eyes again.

"Amitabha, the benefactor did not care about the old monk's mistakes, and his heart is really generous."

The old monk recited the Buddha's name softly again, and said: "But the benefactor guessed wrong. I didn't come here to ask for directions."

"Master Wu Nian—"

Inside the city gate, a middle-aged man in a brocade suit walked out, cupped his hands and said, "I, Xu Heng, was ordered by Daoist Qing Yu to welcome Master into the city."

"Amitabha," said the old monk Wu Nian, "Let Master Xu of the 'Thousand Cable Soul Spear' come to welcome me. Daoist Qing Yu's kindness, I am ashamed to accept it."

'Thousand Suo Soul-Seizing Spear' Xu Heng, a famous casual cultivator in Jianghu 20 years ago, is now enshrined by the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.His arrival showed that Daoist Qing Yu knew the whereabouts of the old monk long ago, and also showed that the Taoist priest's power could be used by the government and the public.

The former, the old monk had expected.After all, he has never hidden his tracks, nor deliberately concealed his purpose.

The latter made the old monk see Daoist Qing Yu's status.

The royal family's offerings have always been only mobilized by the emperor's order.Even the emperor himself would not be too disrespectful to him, and he made good offerings.

Qing Yu was able to get the royal family to come to the city gate to receive guests, not only because of his status.

The old monk Wu Nian lowered his bamboo hat lightly, and said, "Also ask Master Xu to lead the way."

"Master please."

Xu Heng was in front, followed by the old monk Wu Nian, the two seemed to be slow but fast, they took a few steps, but disappeared in front of Kuang San and the others.

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The wind and snow fluttered, and the towering colossal statue stood on the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, like an eternal giant god, and also like a sinister monster.

From the day when the new year came, the amount of vitality absorbed by the giant statue increased more and more, and more golden breaths spread out from the ground, penetrated into the giant statue, and nourished a certain person in retreat.

"Master, here we are."

Xu Heng led the old monk Wu Nian to the giant statue of Tongtian, and left directly, not daring to take another step.

As for the old monk Wu Nian, he looked up at the wind and snow fluttering and dancing in the sky, and there was a trace of wonder in his wise eyes.

"Swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, absorbing the dragon's veins in the body, practicing yin and yang together, and mastering the power of the soul, Dao Qingyu is not far away from becoming a Taoist." Wu Nian sighed softly.

Although the sound was soft, the white-haired Taoist in the giant image completely heard it.

"There is still a sky in the realm of the gods. Although Pindao is confident to cross it, it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is not far away."

The vast and distant voice echoed in the air, and the fluttering wind and snow fluttered with the sound, as if separated by an invisible wall, and could no longer fall into the surrounding area.

"As for you, Master Wu Nian, your achievements are not far from the end. Nirvana will come within seven days, and your success or failure in life and death will be seven days later."

"Amitabha, the Taoist master's eyes are like torches, and I admire you." Wu Nian said.

The old monk is a disciple of Faxiang Temple for three generations. He is the younger brother of the abbot of Faxiang Temple. He is nearly [-] years old this year.

The result of his actions is Nirvana at the end of his life, and the success of his life.Every state is to go to the end of the lifespan, to be nirvana in the final life and death, and to obtain a new life.

This requires great patience, great restraint, and a transcendent state of mind.Only in this way can one hold back the desire to ascend and make a gamble at the end of Shouyuan.

After seven days, it will be the time when the old monk will end his life, and it will also be the time when the old monk will die.

By the eighth day, regardless of whether the old monk has succeeded or not, the number one spot on the ground list will be vacant.Because at that time, the mindless monk in the true alchemy realm no longer existed.

(End of this chapter)