The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 327 Variables
At this time, Kongga's fighting spirit has reached the extreme. Everything he has learned is authentic Buddhism, and he has mastered the four great magical skills of Bodhidharma. He has been aiming at the first ancestor all his life. However, he has been struggling for 300 years and has not been able to achieve his goal. Therefore, he only thinks that the world is the world. Patriarch Bodhidharma still has the fifth great magical power, but he has been searching for it for many years but cannot find it.

It had been so many years, so long that he had almost forgotten it. He didn't expect that now he would encounter such an extreme situation and get a glimpse of the Buddhist scriptures. How could he give up?

"Heir of Bodhidharma?"

Chen Zhuo took a deep look at Kongwo, twitched his hands suddenly, and the brilliance between his brows immediately opened up, and his spiritual thoughts spread out in all directions.

Under the tug, he saw the illusory figures in the illusion reintegrating into his body one after another like thousands of rivers returning to the river and thousands of rivers returning to the sea.

Looking from afar, one can see men, women, and children in the streets and alleys, some of them are people of three religions and nine streams, some are old men, women, and children, some are women and men. They all turned from reality to emptiness, and turned into wisps of light, falling into the sea of ​​consciousness between Chen Zhuo's brows. .

These people were the existences he had imagined based on his thoughts. Now that his thoughts were reunited, Chen Zhuo's blurred face actually kept changing his face, sometimes turning into an immature child, sometimes into a gray-haired old man, sometimes a man, sometimes a man. Women, but in the end they were all distorted by the light and destroyed, revealing Chen Zhuo's true nature.

As soon as the illusion receded, those who strayed into the illusion also woke up one after another, as if they had had a long and distant dream, with a sense of loss.

However, Chen Zhuo's next actions made Sora turn from excited and excited to stunned and furious.

"Ok?"

I saw Chen Zhuo's complexion suddenly changed. I didn't know what he felt. He frowned and scanned the surroundings, his eyes flickered strangely, and then he squinted and looked up at the blue sky above his head, with a little surprise and strangeness in his eyes.

His lips moved, and he uttered two words silently, and then he withdrew his right foot, his body disappeared into the void in an instant, invisible ripples swayed, and a big living person disappeared under his nose.

"Go to the martial arts conference and fight!"

Only the lingering sound echoes.

"Impossible!" Kongwo raised his eyebrows, his beard and hair were all parted, like a raging lion, a pair of big copper bell-like eyes fixedly staring at the void, the eyes were as bright as lightning, locked onto the void, and turned quickly, " Hugh flee!"

His voice was like muffled thunder, and he stamped one foot on the ground. With the force of the counter-shock, he was shot out like an arrow from a bowstring. Looking at his burly and heavy body, his movement speed was unbelievable. He kicked off the wall and walked away in a hurry. Using both hands and feet, he only moved around on the tiles at the eaves and corners, without being surprised by the dust, and moving as fast as flying.

After chasing and chasing, the monk went all the way, and the monk had chased him to the seaside in a short time.

Kuuga stared into the air with his eyes, his pupils first contracted and then expanded, and he could see all the details that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

I saw a layer of ripples that was extremely difficult to detect passing through what seemed to be nothing.

"Show yourself!"

Kuuga's mind was ups and downs, and he took action with anger. The true energy surged outside his body, and a huge red sun seemed to rise behind him. Two huge palms made of pig iron were lifted up, and the wind and waves suddenly rose on the sea.

"boom!"

The water turned upside down.

On the originally deserted sea, a silhouette appeared in the sea.

Chen Zhuo rode the waves without sinking, and frowned as he looked at Sora who was chasing after him.

What he used was not any magical power, but he used his strong mental power to cover up his own existence, not wanting this person to catch up.

"Hahaha..." Sora laughed a few times, his majestic voice reverberating in the sea breeze for a long time, "Boy, you can't escape in heaven and earth, hurry up and fight me!"

Chen Zhuo was wearing a green robe, the wind calmed in front of him, as if there was an invisible big hand caressing him, he said calmly: "I said, half a year later, the martial arts conference will be contested again."

"It's not up to you. You have to fight today, and you have to fight even if you don't want to fight. I..." Kongga's eyes were filled with anger. He was about to go in again, but he didn't expect a ball of sea water to rise in front of Chen Zhuo, extending into a mirror, stretching across the two sides. "This...is this?"

He stopped for a while without any steps, and looked intently, there was a shadow in the mirror.

Their eyes met, the reflection in the mirror grinned, a pair of big hands moved outward, and immediately walked out. The sea water gathered and turned into a strange and majestic figure. It was none other than Sora himself.

In a short time, there is another empty self on the sea surface, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Kuuga was shocked. He looked at Chen Zhuo in disbelief and then at his other self.

It's only been a long time, Chen Zhuo has been able to transform his mind into illusion, which is really no small matter.

"Good boy, I have to admit that looking at the geniuses I have seen in the past, there are very few talents who can be compared with you."

Sora spoke in a deep voice while pacing, and the body formed by the reflection also moved with him, exactly the same.

His feet suddenly picked up speed, and he took a few long strides, without any fancy, and punched out.

That reflection was also a punch.

When the two fists collided, Sora's eyes widened sharply, and he felt a huge force coming from the fist, and the reflection in the sea water was equal to his own.

"Monk, don't forget, I'm waiting for you in the martial arts conference!"

Chen Zhuo didn't even look at it, he turned and walked away, only Kong I roared unwillingly behind him.

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However, just when Chen Zhuo understood the "Wuxiang Heart Sutra", another shocking change occurred in an ancient temple far to the north.

The Taoist temple is dilapidated, lifeless, and hidden among the high mountains. It seems that it has been left unattended for a long time. The courtyard is full of rotten leaves and rotten shells, and even the wall is peeled off, mottled and ugly, very ugly.

The wooden windows are rotten, the wooden doors are broken, and the yellowed window paper is tattered, shaking in the autumn wind.

And behind the half-closed door, there is an old futon, and there are people on the futon.

It was a thin old man with white hair and white clothes, a silver beard and snowy eyebrows. He sat cross-legged and motionless, sitting as quietly as a stone. There was an unsheathed green blade about three feet long across his knee. The sword was gray, like an old man, and it had fallen The layer is light gray, as if it has been there for some time.

Although the old man has white hair and a silver beard, he has a clear face and a tall frame, exuding a richness that does not match his appearance. His two sword eyebrows hide a shocking edge, his shoulders are broad, and he is dressed in ancient clothes, which makes him look incompatible with modern times. His silver hair is extremely long. , like vines and strange snakes, scattered on the ground.

The rising sun was rising in the east, and the morning light penetrated through the window, reflecting the vague word "Tao" on the wall behind the old man.

However, just when the old man had been meditating in closed doors for decades, a strange and terrifying change suddenly occurred in front of him.

The old man's body, as motionless as a stone statue, seemed to come to life. His silent chest began to rise and fall, and then he slowly opened his eyes, looking down with three parts confusion, three parts surprise, and four parts shock.

On the ground covered with a thick layer of dust, small characters began to appear one by one.

The strokes are outlined, as if there is an invisible big hand writing in front of him.

Under the rapt attention of the old man, the handwriting was pieced together into lines, and his eyes gradually widened, with a look of shock and horror on his face.

"This...this is..."

Not only him, but at this moment, there are martial arts masters and martial arts masters here one after another. They all encountered almost similar strange scenes and bizarre changes at this moment, and lines of writing appeared out of thin air in their eyes.

With the handwriting in front, a portrait appears, lifelike and detailed.

Unexpectedly, it was Chen Zhuo.

(End of this chapter)