The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 133 Zen Sound
In the middle of winter, the wind is cold and cold.

However, the ten or so monks at the foot of Wudang Mountain were like stones, standing firmly in place, motionless.

As the best monks in the ** monastery and even in the entire Tibetan area, their martial arts have already entered the state of being invulnerable to cold and heat. They are not far behind the masters in the Central Plains, and even in some places, they are still superior!

"Lord Living Buddha, Sayemo has taken the Saussurea Bear bile pills, and his injuries have stabilized."

An old monk supported the rough monk who was still in a coma, and said: "It's just that his internal organs have been injured by an extremely powerful force. I'm afraid he will have to recuperate for at least a year before he can recover."

"Amitabha."

Hutu Living Buddha looked at the rough monk with compassion, and said: "A master from the Central Plains is no small matter. That person is only Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, so you must be careful."

"It is rumored that Zhang Sanfeng's life expectancy is over a hundred. It is difficult to say that he can't move, and he still has some powerful skills."

A middle-aged monk said: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, we are here at the will of His Majesty the Great Emperor, and you are in command, Junior Brother. If he doesn't follow, we will destroy Wudang."

"Junior Brother Sang Nan is right, this Sanfeng is so rude, he dares to trouble Junior Brother to wait here for a long time, even if he will be surrendered later, we need to give him a hard time first!" Another monk echoed. .

They have lived in Tibet for a long time, pampered and honored, their status is noble, they have less contact with the martial arts in the Central Plains, they have heard a little about Zhang Sanfeng's name, but they don't know much about it.

And the Living Buddhas of ** temples in the past dynasties all have unpredictable and profound means. With Hutu in charge, they certainly don't take Zhang Sanfeng into their eyes. With the end of World War I, they already looked down on the Central Plains Taoists in their hearts.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in white chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Brothers, please be calm and wait."

His voice is not loud, magnetic and nice, but there is an undeniable majesty inside.

Although all the monks were older than him, none of them dared to disobey him. They all watched their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, and began to recite the Heart Sutra in their hearts.

They didn't wait long when the white-clothed monk suddenly felt something. He raised his head and looked up the mountain, but within a few breaths, a group of figures in Taoist robes appeared from the mountain path.

When those figures in Taoist robes came close to them, all the monks took a closer look, and saw that all the Taoist priests descending the mountain were all wearing standard Taoist robes.

And the one walking in the front is an old Taoist with white beard and hair. He is tall, with a ruddy complexion, and a gentle brilliance in his eyes.

Is this Zhang Sanfeng who has lived for a hundred years? He looks so good!
Hutu Living Buddha sized him up, but his heart felt heavy. He couldn't see through the depth of this old Taoist!
In his eyes, this Zhang Laodao was no different from ordinary people except that he had a bit of dusty air. He couldn't see the appearance of a martial artist at all, and he was no different from an ordinary Daoist real person.

But this is the biggest problem. How can he be just an ordinary Daoist person who can train the Seven Heroes of Wudang, the ancestor of the Wudang School who can overwhelm the world with one sword and one sword?
Even Yu Daiyan who just came down the mountain, he also saw at a glance that the other party possessed extraordinary skills.

He was looking at the people on Wudang Mountain, and Zhang Sanfeng and others were also looking at them.

The rest of the Tibetan monks are fine, but this Hutu living Buddha, dressed in white, has handsome features, his face is full of compassion and salvation, and there is a special charm in his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people move Do not open your eyes.

Mo Xin tightened his head, but he was very familiar with this appearance. The old monk who stopped him that day had a faint resemblance to him, especially those pair of clear water-like eyes, which could easily make people fall in love. Going in, although he escaped by chance and killed a few people, he also suffered a lot.

"The old Taoist priest is Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren?" Hutu Living Buddha asked aloud.

His voice was so magnetic that it made people feel intoxicated. The Seven Heroes and the others were fine. Except for Li Li, all the disciples of the third generation were obsessed with it and couldn't help but get close to him.

"Confused Zen sound?"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, hearing it in the ears of all the disciples, it was like a muffled thunder, and immediately one or two regained their sobriety.

The old Taoist looked at Hutu Living Buddha with lightning-like eyes and said, "Does the Living Buddha of Tibet also use this trick of pretending to be a ghost?"

"Bold! Dare to be rude to the Living Buddha!"

A monk stood up and shouted sharply: "Hurry up and meet the living Buddha..."

"Ok?"

Before this person finished speaking, a voice came from his ear, and then he felt a sudden chill all over his body, as if countless swords were piercing the vital parts of his body.

He couldn't help trembling all over his body, and looked along the voice, but saw a handsome Taoist priest staring at him with a half-smile. people.

Li Li caressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and said with a smile, "What does the master want from my master and the Living Buddha?"

His sword intent is so strong now, in the current world, apart from Zhang Sanfeng, I am afraid that he will not think of being a second person, gather together as one, and approach this monk, how can he bear it?

In the monk's eyes, Li Li's figure seemed to have turned into a long sword with a cold light, which was placed on his neck. He could still speak, but his whole body was trembling.

"Amitabha!"

Hutu recited a Buddha's name, and put a palm on the monk's shoulder lightly. The monk felt an extremely warm force standing behind him, and all the fear in his heart disappeared.

He shouted: "We should apologize to the Living Buddha!"

"Hutu Living Buddha is the abbot of my ** monastery, the leader of Tibet, and the protector of the country personally conferred by His Majesty the Great Emperor!"

"You let the living Buddha wait here for a long time, it is already extremely disrespectful, and this old man speaks rudely when he comes up, which is even more insulting to the majesty of the living Buddha. If you don't apologize, don't blame me for the Buddha's descending demon supernatural power. At that time, I am afraid that everyone on Wudang Mountain All Taoists, all cannot escape disaster!"

All the disciples of the Wudang sect changed their faces, even when the six major sects surrounded Zixiao Palace, no one dared to say such a big word!

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, and said: "Old Daoist hates threats from others the most in his life, since the Shi Laozi I Buddha you said is going to use supernatural powers to subdue demons, then the old Daoist will wait here."

"I'd like to see if the Buddha you're talking about can subdue the old Daoist devil!"

In his eyes, the divine light flashed away, as if a thunderbolt passed by, a terrifying majesty scattered away, covering the monks on the other side.

At this moment, in the eyes of those monks, this approachable old Taoist transformed into a terrifying giant beast that wanted to devour people, and a deadly sense of danger and fear gushed out from every pore of their bodies.

puff... puff... puff...

This group of monks knelt down on the ground under the pressure of that power, except for Hutu in white, all of them trembled on the ground...

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