Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

"My friend sent a letter, I need to read the content first, to the Buddha, please forgive me for being rude."

The long-lost aura on the envelope made Lin Chongyang feel better for a while, but he didn't open it directly, but greeted Lou Zhi Wei Tuo first.

Even if Yu Bodhi's relationship is involved, the two are on the same level in official affairs, especially since the two were just discussing official affairs, so it is natural to explain the reason for interrupting.

This is basic etiquette.

"Sword Emperor please."

Lou Zhi Wei Tuo naturally had no objection, if it is an important matter, it would be bad to delay it.

However, judging from the aura emanating from the envelope, the sender should be a Buddhist friend with a very advanced cultivation base.

Putting Cang Shu away day by day, Lin Chongyang opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

As he had expected, his friend who had retreated for thousands of years had finally come out of the closed door, and his cultivation was far better than before.

I sent him a letter because I saw the message he left and invited him to go to Xihuang Buddhist Realm for a talk.

At the same time, the letter also stated to him that this time not only him, Amitabha also sent a letter to Xingxiu Yiqi. For some reason, the two of them had been in contact by letter before, but now it was the first time they met.

After all, this should be the first meeting between the three of them since they discussed friendship.

If you look at it this way, it might as well not be counted.

Folding the letter back, Lin Chongyang said: "An old friend invites me, and I need to go to the appointment immediately. I just talked about the five swords, and this response should have results."

It would be best for Yu Laotu to sit firmly in the Heizhuang, which would save him a lot of effort in making arrangements. Even if he didn't, since both the Buddhist and Confucian schools were recruited this time, the Taoist school would naturally be indispensable.

The relationship between the three religions needs to be maintained by every high-level force.

"If there is any news, I will trouble the Sword Emperor to inform you at any time."

"It's your duty, please."

"Please."

Just when Lin Chongyang had just left, and when Louzhi Wei Tuo was about to return to the Buddhist land, Yunguo Dihun came along along the way and told him everything that had happened before.

The two compared the information, and probably had a relatively specific understanding of the strength of the Li clan.

Let's be strong, of course it can't be said to be strong, especially after the first and second leaders of Tianfoyuan Township except Shenque have met the first and second leaders of Defeng Gudao.

Under the premise that there are at least two high-level forces from the three religions to take action, the current strength of the Li clan can be said to be completely insufficient.

Let’s not deal with it. Naturally, it is impossible not to deal with it. Whether it is the danger of the Li clan or the ambition of Tian Zhili, they are all hidden dangers to the people of the Central Plains. Not only must they be dealt with, but it is best to act first.

Jun Fei didn't come to visit with Yunguo Dihun. He collected the blood left by Feng Zhili, and planned to use it to lock the specific location of Mirage Nether Capital, so as to facilitate subsequent operations.

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Legend has it that among the Buddhist gates, the most mysterious XZ Khan Ye, the road to Buddhahood takes the westward route. There were once Buddhas who traveled thousands of miles, established a pure land, and called the West Yellow Buddha World.

At the foot of the Buddhist world, Jinwo Foshan has been stretching for thousands of years, accompanied by the long yellow sand, everything is as before. The mountain-like Buddha statue rests on its side with its hands supporting its head. , no errors.

Above Foshan, after a thousand years, the self-proclaimed West Huang Buddhist World reappeared, cleansed of lead, majestic, and the sound of bells and drums accompanied by Sanskrit singing faintly came from the Buddhist World.

Roar--!
All of a sudden, the Haoguang accompanied by the roar of the dragon pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, illuminating the earth, shining in all directions in an instant, the wind of Confucianism warming things and coldness, making the desert full of life.

Just when the vast sea of ​​clouds was divided into two by Hongda's sword energy, I heard Confucian music softly playing, sword light paving the road, and a dust-pulling figure descended from the sky.

"Reading three tombs, mastering five classics, respecting the legal system alone; reading eight Suo, knowing nine hills, only sage Confucianism."

The robes are fluttering, the hair is flying, and the brows reveal a spirit of giving up to me, like a banished fairy who descended from the sky, standing on the long yellow sand.

"My friend, you are late." The cold voice revealed a long-lost joy, and a smile flashed across the deep golden pupils. Return to a mysterious.

"Ha~ Not everyone is like a good friend, so you don't have to travel by yourself."

As soon as the words fell, I saw that above the clouds in the nine heavens, the holy light of the clear spirit suddenly appeared, accompanied by the gentle breeze, the vast sea of ​​clouds split vertically, and evolved into yin and yang.

"It's too late for the misty mist to leave the boat, why should Xuanxin be afraid of not seeing the mountain; the stars are full, the strange place is one qi, and the old and the new are reincarnated."

Between the sky and the ground, there is an unworldly figure, a holy robe smudged like red ink, decorated with golden cloud patterns, slowly lowering his hands from the air.

After seeing each other for a long time, the four eyes met, and what followed immediately was a shocking palm.

He lifted the light as if it was heavy, lifted the weight as if it was light, and with a touch of indifference, it turned into a cloud of nine clouds and the river tilted, thunderbolts and thunderbolts startled.

Confucianism and Yuan are condensed, the title of the book is the Analects of Confucius, the gentleman is sincere and friendly, promotes benevolence and harmony, and has a bright heart;

Listen to the people's thousands of words, and talk about the ages with a big heart.

Daoyuan is condensed, and the scriptures call for morality, and the immortals are not insignificant, and they cultivate the original truth, which expresses the heart of protecting the world;

Cultivate the truth and keep morality, with three thousand intentions.

Confucianism and Taoism are in harmony, the scriptures are magnificent, the only way to overcome evil is to kill the people of the world, and I wish the world will prosper; finally see——

The wonderful sound is solemn, and there are nine meetings of immeasurable flowers.

"Go and read empty-handedly, mundane scriptures and self-cultivation; soul-stirring and finally quiet, you can get rid of worries in the strings."

The figure walking out of the Buddhist realm has a solemn treasure appearance, wearing a white monk's robe and cassock, embroidered with dark patterns of lotus flowers.

Holding a giant clam rosary in one hand, and a Huiyu feather in the other, although he has a high bun, he looks far from a Buddhist disciple, more like a Fangwai Sanren who also practiced Confucianism and Taoism.

The person who finally showed up was none other than the successor of the revered Buddha—Miaofa Jieyou Amitabha.

"After years of separation, the two old friends still have the same demeanor." The meeting of long-lost old friends made people deeply moved.

"Why do we need compliments between us? Friend, you are not sincere." Xing Xiu Yiqi teased.

"The two friends came from afar, please come in first."

Amitabha is also in a good mood. There is nothing more comforting than after a thousand years, not only is there an old friend still there, but everything is as before.

"Ha~ please."

"Please."

Among the three of them, Xingxiu Yiqi is the youngest, he is only over [-] years old now, and he is in the prime of his life.

Lin Chongyang is the second with more than [-] years of age. He has seen all the prosperity and prosperity, and walks in the world of mortals all year round. His personality is much cooler than before.

Amitabha is the oldest, and now he is more than three thousand years old, but his mind and beliefs are still the same as before. For him, the miserable world after 1000 years should have been a world of change, and even things have changed.

Seeing that the two friends are safe and sound now, how can it not make people feel comfortable and happy?
As for the difference in cultivation base, between friends, they always only talk about similar interests, regardless of their foundation.

Even though it was the first official meeting, Xingxiu Yiqi and Mi Tuozi did not see the slightest strangeness between them. Even after a thousand years, they were still friends and never changed.