Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 372 Xiao Qianli's Expedition

Xiao Qianli slowly lowered his hands, and the sound transmission stone on his collar became silent.

"Mahayana Western Expedition, there is indeed a great Buddhist master who has cultivated the gods and returned the emptiness!"

"According to what Song Shujian said, the realm of refining gods and emptiness in the martial arts of the Central Plains corresponds to the realm of the Pure Land of Buddhism. The Pure Land is the pure land of all Buddhas and Buddhas, and it is also the land of Amitabha Buddha. The three karmas of body, speech and mind are pure, free from all sufferings, But it is subject to all kinds of happiness. Therefore, it is also called the Land of Ultimate Bliss. The literal meaning is easy to understand, but what exactly does it represent?"

Xiao Qianli has known the power of congenital martial art masters since the foundation establishment stage, but there are quite a few masters in the congenital realm in the martial arts.

But in the face of a Buddhist power in the Pure Land Realm, even though he had stepped into the Innate Realm, for the first time Xiao Qianli felt that he had no confidence in his heart.The fundamental reason lies in the word "unknown".

Where is the source of the opponent's true energy?What is the essence of exercises?How does the law manifest itself?For today's Xiao Qianli, it is completely blank, not only him, but no one in Chunyang Palace knows, and there is not even any written information, even if he was with Taoist Xuanguan, Lu Chenzi, and Taoist Qingxu before. Talking with each other, although the three masters of the Taoist sect were all very yearning for the cultivation of the gods, they all shook their heads and did not know when they asked about the details of the exercises.

Xiao Qianli thought hard for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, and he took out a book that had been dusty for thousands of years, and the pages had turned yellow and brittle. Although the cover was broken, the words "Kong Ming Jue" could still be read.

This mind method was taken out from the land of Daoyun, and as soon as it was taken out, it caused an uproar among the four Taoist masters, and even exchanged many treasures, just asking for a read.

It's just that Xiao Qianli almost forgot about all the miscellaneous things in the past few months, so he remembered it at this time, and took it out to read carefully.

It's a pity that this book does not have a martial arts artistic conception attached, and naturally it cannot be analyzed by the system modules. Xiao Qianli knows the characteristics of the system, so he doesn't expect to be able to learn this technique, but intends to use it through his heart. Based on the essence of the law, guess and deduce what kind of martial arts realm is the realm of refining the gods and returning the emptiness.

"The realm of congenital transformation of the gods is the ancestral orifice of the gods, gathering the innate merits, focusing on 'returning all wonders to the root', and going to a higher level is the empty and dark stage of 'formless and formless', which is far from refining the gods." The closest level of "Heaven and Man Harmony". In this way, I might as well have the strength to fight..."

The gate of Sanqing Hall was closed tightly, Xiao Qianli sat quietly in the hall, this sitting lasted for a day and a night.

There was no sound on Yuxu Peak, whether it was Li Chengyuan, who was still recuperating from his wounds, or the disciples who were racing against time to practice, except for the howling north wind and the heavy snow, the huge Chunyang Palace was so quiet that not even a single human voice could be heard .

The door opened slowly, Xiao Qianli stepped out, his face was calm, and his thoughts could not be seen.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw a thin figure with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"Thank you, elder?"

Seeing this familiar negative sword figure, Xiao Qianli was a little surprised.

Xie Guangling turned around and said with a smile: "The head teacher has left the customs?"

Before Xiao Qianli could answer, Xie Guangling had already continued: "With Xie's current ability, the innate 28 constellation array can fire nine swords in succession, or nine swords at the same time!"

Xiao Qianli was slightly startled, looked at Xie Guangling's calm face, and then reacted.

Xie Guangling was not present when Song Shujian transmitted the sound to him, but after a day and a night of intensive retreat, this kind-hearted elder still saw something wrong.

He has been waiting here for an unknown amount of time, just to persuade himself: don't take risks, sit on Yuxu Peak, and use the innate 28 constellations to circle around, maybe you can retreat from powerful enemies.

Thinking about the cause, Xiao Qianli smiled slightly, nodded solemnly to Xie Guangling, and said solemnly: "Elder Xie, don't worry!"

Seeing Xiao Qianli's smile, Xie Guangling felt relieved for no reason, and said with a smile: "It will be a matter of course!"

With a calm expression, Xiao Qianli patted Xie Guangling's right arm lightly, and a huge golden sculpture descended from the sky, carrying Xiao Qianli away in the wind.

Looking at Xiao Qianli's back, Xie Guangling sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, be careful, Chunyang Palace... can't leave you..."

Not to mention that Xiao Qianli personally took action, but said that Zhengci and Zhixing, two eminent Buddhist monks, looked at the current mess, and they really wanted to cry without tears.

Fortunately, Monk Wuji made the move, otherwise Song Shujian would finally gather the power of the four people and gather the power of the innate Liuhe Mote Formation, and that shocking blow would wipe out the combat power of the two famous temples.Even so, the total number of monks in the two temples combined is only about [-] people, and more than half of them were killed or injured.

Not only that, the first Chan Master Puxin of the Bianjue Hall of the Daci'en Temple originally guarded the southeast. In the previous battle with Xiao Qianli, he forced Huangquan to die. Erosion, adding injury to injury, is tantamount to directly withdrawing from the ranks of the Western Expedition.

Looking at the corpses around him, Zen Master Wuji couldn't help sighing softly, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Goodness——"

Abbot Zhengci collected his mind, bowed to Wuji, and said sadly: "Master, Chunyang Palace is so rampant, we have already lost troops and generals before we reach Kunlun, what should we do now?"

Wuji shook his head and sighed: "The old man lost his mind. He originally planned to gather the five temples in Xiping and attack Kunlun Mountain with all his might when the snow melted. But unexpectedly, the masters of the Pure Yang Palace came and went like the wind, breaking them down one by one. The old monk expected it to be true, the other three temples are also suffering heavy losses, I just don't know how the casualties are..."

The abbot Zhixing also lost his high-spirited appearance now, his expression was ashen, and he sighed: "It's really a big murder. It would be best if Kunlun can be put down in this battle. , there is no Mahayana..."

"I can't retreat!" Before Zen Master Zhixing finished speaking, Zen Master Zhengci had already shook his head and said with a sad smile, "The five temples joined forces to conquer Kunlun. I'm afraid that this matter has already been spread all over the world. If we don't reach Kunlun, we will retreat and spread the word." , Mahayana Buddhism is even more discredited, what will we talk about in the future? Don’t talk about the sect jokes, I’m afraid Shaolin Temple will laugh their teeth out.”

"But..." Zen Master Zhixing hesitated to speak, before sighing after a while, "Headmaster Chunyang has not made a move yet, with his ability to fight head-on, how many lives will we take?"

Zen Master Zhengci was also dumbfounded at the mention of the words "Chunyang Zhangjiao". When the Daci'en Temple was set on fire, he witnessed Xiao Qianli's three swords smashing the double golden body of Senior Brother Zhenghui with his own eyes. Even if I am far behind, how should I deal with it?

He hesitated for a while, and said in a bitter voice: "If it is not for fear of this person, the other disciples of Chunyang Palace will at best deploy defensive formations, engage in dangerous sneak attacks, and gather the strength of the five temples, why should they be afraid?"

The two old monks discussed for a long time, but they still couldn't come up with a solution. They hated themselves for thinking of Chunyang Palace too simply.When he was at a loss what to do, Monk Wuji suddenly let out a long sigh, and said softly: "Leave this person to the old man!"

The two monks were immediately refreshed, and Abbot Zhengci asked, "What is Master planning to do?"

Monk Wuji looked indifferent, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know what this person's real cultivation is, I want to trap him, but I only do it with my backhand!"

Monk Wuji smiled slightly, stretched out a finger, and said slowly: "Is one month enough?"

(End of this chapter)