The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 36

The crossroads of the five elements.

After the boys and girls calmed down, they came again.

Mo Qianshang thought for a while, and said firmly.

"Winter clothes, treasures and wordless heavenly books are useless to us, shall we go directly to get the map?"

"it is good!"

The two raised their feet and started.

The call came.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo! Wait for me"

The fat and trembling Xuanling came to the two of them out of breath.

"Xuanling, why are you here?"

"Brother Mo, I'm here to ask you for help!"

"help?"

"Two bald donkeys, and a fake Taoist priest are fighting for the wordless scriptures with the senior brother, and the senior brother asked me to call someone."

"Baldy, are you talking about Zen Master Wu Nian and Master Wang Yu? And that fake Taoist priest, isn't it Wudang Zhang Muyu?"

Xuanling chuckled,
"You guessed it right. Hurry up, or the brother will be beaten and swollen."

After speaking, he took Mo Qianshang's hand and was about to leave.

Mo Qianshang was helpless,
"Xuanling, don't pull me! I will go by myself!"

"Brother Mo! Brother was really beaten badly."

Came to Jinxing Island.

A magnetic force suddenly appeared, the sword vibrated, Mo Qianshang and Li Hanyi looked at each other, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This is?"

"Vientiane magnetism! Swords cannot be used here. Only wooden swords can be used."

Mo Qianshang was speechless, all his abilities were on the sword.

"Xuanling, since this is the case, I can't help you either!"

Xuanling chuckled,
"Brother Mo, don't try to lie to me. You have already forged a sword into your heart. Even if you don't have a sword, you can still use your hand as a sword."

Mo Qianshang rolled his eyes, waved his hand,
"Go, go, lead the way. By the way, what is this Wordless Heavenly Book? You Buddhists and Taoists are all fighting for it?"

Xuanling hesitated and explained.

"This wordless heavenly book should actually be called Wen Tiance. Through it, you can see some mottos of the future. But how can you peek at the way of heaven at will? Every time you use it, you will be seriously injured or killed, so you must not use it as a last resort. It is One of the supreme classics of our Taoist school has been missing for many years. I didn't expect it to be in the hands of Wushuangcheng."

"Hey, since it's a Taoist classic, why did the two monks want to grab it?"

Xuanling sighed slightly,
"The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has existed since ancient times. Today's people believe in Buddhism, [-]% of the world's religious fortunes, Buddhism has accounted for [-]%, and Taoism is only [-]%. If we get this heavenly strategy, Taoism's luck will inevitably increase, one by one. Reduced, Buddhism and Taoism fell into balance again. How can this group of bald donkeys be reconciled?"

Mo Qianshang suddenly realized,
"I see. It seems that there are not only disputes between rivers and lakes, courts and courts, but also disputes between Buddhism and Taoism."

Come to the top.

The huge golden platform came into view.

There are five small peaks around the platform, with uneven levels, it looks like Wuzhi Mountain!
And the Wordless Heavenly Book, which is being fought over by everyone, is here at this moment.

Mo Qianshang said strangely,

"Xuanling, didn't Wang and his party get it?"

Xuanling covered his forehead with a headache on his face.

"I got it. But the monks from the Western Regions refused to give way. The Shaolin monks also blocked the way. In addition, there was that Wudang talking sarcasticly there."

On the field.

"Hey, monk, let me tell you, you can hit me, but don't hit me in the face"

Wangyu clasped his hands together.

"Well, mani, all appearances are illusions. The donor has made a portrait."

Vajra Fumo Arhat Fist swung out.

Wang Xingxing's face was symmetrical again.

"Hey, old monk, I'm fighting with you!"

"Tong Tong Tong".

Three punches out.

Wang and his party cried out again.

"You bald donkey, tell me, have you transported the golden bell jar?"

"Well, man, man, don't you see it, benefactor?"

At this moment, a voice came from the side.

"Wang Daoyou, Master Wangyu has been cultivating hard all year round. Even if he didn't transport the golden bell cover, his skin and flesh are comparable to a huge stone. You are not asking for trouble if you fight him hard?"

Wang Xing said angrily,

"You are also Taoist, why don't you come help me?"

Zhang Muyu said leisurely,

"I asked you to throw me the heavenly book, but you didn't want to."

"Fart, I earned it so hard, how could I give it to you!"

"Oh, Master Wangyu, I feel that all appearances are false, why don't you give him two more punches in the face."

next to.

Mo Qianshang was speechless, and exchanged glances with Li Hanyi, unable to figure out what was going on in the scene.

"Han Yi, do you understand?"

The girl shook her head,
"What about you?"

"I don't understand either."

Xuanling quickly explained.

"Brother Mo, it's like this. When my brother and I came up, they were confronting that man."

Only then did Mo Qianshang notice that there was another person on the field.

With a muscular body, a big beard, and a sturdy face, he was not easy to mess with.

"he is?"

Zhang Muyu walked over and said with a smile.

"Baquan Chen Yiquan. It is said that someone once saw him throw the sea back with one punch, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains. He is the last elder in Wushuang City, but he should not be underestimated."

Seeing him coming, Xuanling snorted coldly and turned to the side.

Zhang Muyu didn't care, and said kindly.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Li, are you also interested in asking Tiance?"

Mo Qianshang shook his head,

"I was entrusted by someone, so I came here to have a look. But Brother Zhang was kind to Hanyi before, so it's a bit difficult to do anything."

Zhang Muyu nodded,

"Brother Mo, it should be so. This matter involves the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in the world. You and other outsiders had better not get involved. Otherwise, the Buddhist sects in the world will hate you and others."

Mo Qianshang pointed to Wang and his party, whose faces were swollen beyond words.

"Then this?"

"Just kidding. We fought for a long time, and the first brother wanted to make a profit as soon as he came. There is no such good thing in the world."

The boy hesitated for a moment, and said seriously.

"Brother Zhang, in fact, I personally think that since it is a battle between Buddhism and Taoism, why don't you Buddhists and Taoists decide the winner first? The winner stays, and the loser leaves. .”

Zhang Muyu smiled helplessly,
"I think so too, but it's a pity Brother Xing disagrees. If it's in his hands, it's his."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, his face speechless.

"Okay, I'll help you persuade him."

Mystery: Picking up flowers in the morning and evening.

Between the two.

Wang and his party were delighted,
"Brother Qianshang, you are finally here, help me beat this bald donkey."

Mo Qianshang ignored Wang and his party and saluted Wang Yu,
"Zen Master Wangyu, may I have a few words with brother Xing?"

"Mmm, please, benefactor."

turn around.

Seeing that Wang Xingxing's nose was bruised and his face was swollen like a pig's head, the young man couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Xingxing, since the battle between Buddhism and Taoism is inevitable, why don't Buddhas and Taoists decide the winner first?"

Wang and his party shook their faces.

"No, if it is in my hands, it is mine. You can only kill me and take it from my body. There is no other way."

The boy said seriously.

"Really?"

"of course."

Seeing the determination on his face, the boy sighed and turned around.

"Master, please continue, remember to greet your face."

"Well, well, well, what the benefactor said is very true."

The young man pretended to take a step, but before his right foot stepped out, Wang and his party saw the casserole-sized fist coming towards them, and hurriedly said.

"I agree, I agree. Brother Mo, don't abandon me."

The boy turned around and said with a smirk.

"agreed?"

"If you are careless in making friends, here you are."

After receiving the Wordless Book, Mo Qianshang threw it onto a stone pier without looking at it.

"In this case, you choose your opponents yourself?"

"Wait a minute."

"Brother Mu Yu have any objections?"

"We are four Buddhists and Taoists. If one wins and the other loses, how should we divide?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, and said seriously.

"That's a problem."

"What's so difficult about it! Don't you know these two little Taoist priests? If it's a tie, I'll take the place of Buddhism, and you take the place of Taoism. Isn't that all right?"

It was Chen Yiquan who walked over carelessly.

A pair of iron fists rattled.

Zhang Muyu said decisively.

"Yes, I wonder if the two masters have any opinions?"

Wang Yu and Kong Ming looked at each other and sighed.

"Amitabha (Mami Manihong), whatever. That's the only way to go."

Chen Yiquan rolled his eyes.

"You two bald donkeys, don't be ignorant. This is my territory. This kid is a swordsman at first glance. When he gets here, he will destroy the seventh floor at all costs. Don't let me fiddle with it."

Wang Yu and Kong Ming looked at each other and sighed again.

"Amitabha (Mami Manihong), brother, we cannot lose."

Chen Yiquan: "."

On the field.

Everyone retreated.

Leave the venue to Wang and his party and Master Wangyu.

Xuanling made an off-court assist,

"Brother, come on, beat that bald donkey"

Wang and his party grinned, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

Xuanling couldn't bear it anymore.

Turn your head.

Laugh more and more.

Wang Xingxing let out a cold snort, turned his head, saw the mahogany sword passing in front of his eyes, and Li Huo Jin disappeared in a flash.

"Vald donkey, you beat me so badly just now, I want revenge this time."

Master Wangyu shook his head,

"Well, man, coax, benefactor, when is it time to repay the grievances?"

Wang Xingxing pointed at his own face and angrily reprimanded,

"You beat me like this, do you have the face to say this?"

Master Wangyu clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Well, man, man, all appearances are false."

Wang and his party found that Zuipao seemed to be really inferior to the bald donkey in front of him, and shouted angrily

"Eat my sword! Li Huo!"

Zhang Muyu smiled at Xuanling,

"Mount Qingcheng's supreme mentality is Lihuo Formation. It is rumored that [-]% of the Dao luck of Qingchengshan's generation is given to Zhao Yuzhen, and the remaining two levels will be divided equally between the two of you. It seems that the rumors are not true."

Xuanling shook his head and said sadly.

"No, what you said is right, [-]% of it is on Senior Brother Yuzhen. Senior Brother, in fact, is not at all. Senior Senior Brother is really talented, and he also works hard, but this is fate. What can he do? "

Tears dripped down slowly, Xuanling looked at the usually cynical man on the court, wept for his devotion, for his sacrifice.

"Senior brother Yuzhen bears the responsibility of Qingcheng Mountain's century-old teaching career. For Qingcheng Mountain, the senior brother must make a choice. He can't fight, and he won't fight. On weekdays, the senior brother puts on a foolish look every day, just because he doesn't want to embarrass the master. He said that if the master leaves one day, there will be no point for him to stay in Qingcheng Mountain."

Zhang Muyu froze for a moment, then sighed silently.

The boys and girls were also a little silent.

Who would have thought that there was such a story behind that handsome man.

inside the field.

Wang Xingxing's Lihuo sword pierced Zen Master Wangyu's chest.

Zen Master Wangyu clasped his palms together, the Buddha came into the world, a golden light flashed on his body, and the golden bell jar for subduing demons was used.

A crisp sound.

A bell tolls.

You can't advance an inch from the fire sword.

"Well, man, coax, Vajra subdues demons!"

With one palm out, the Buddha behind him pressed down.

The giant palm is empty.

Wang and his party backed up.

There was a loud explosion on the ground, and a huge crater was created by the huge palm print.

Wang and his party looked at the flat tip of the sword, and frowned. He didn't expect that the golden bell of the bald donkey could be so hard.

Even the Lihuo Sword Qi, which is Zhiyang Zhigang, cannot be broken.

Master Wangyu clasped his palms together and stood there motionless.

As a Zen master, he has already mastered the golden bell jar and Arhat boxing.

But there are gains and losses, that is, when he lifts and descends the magic golden bell, the speed will be very slow.

Wang and his party obviously also saw this, pulled away and took a deep breath.

"Zhan Master Wangyu, your golden bell cover is already close to that of a Buddha, and I admire it. I have a sword, and I want you to try it."

"Mami mani coax"

Wang and his party looked at the mahogany sword in their hands and sighed.

Swinging the sword downward, Lihuozhen Xinjue flashed red fluorescence on the mahogany sword.

"This sword was created by me personally. The name of the sword: Infinite Lihuo Sword."

Fire is the fire of arrogance, but also the fire of heart.

Without the Dao luck of Mount Qingcheng, Wang and his party would have to go their own way.

"rise!"

The wind and the cloud rise one after another, flying sand and rolling stones.

One life, two, two, three, three, three, thousands.

In the blink of an eye, a pair of Wulianglihuo swords surrounded him.

in the sun.

The rays of the sun are endless, and thousands of swords are criss-crossing.

off the field.

Zhang Muyu couldn't help admiring,

"It is possible to combine the supreme heart method Lihuo Formation Xinjue with the supreme swordsmanship Boundless Sword Formation. The talent of a brother is really extraordinary. It is a pity that such a person is still abandoned by Qingcheng Mountain. I don't know what is unique about Zhao Yuzhen? "

Zhao Yuzhen, this name entered Mo Qianshang's ears again.

He kind of wants to meet this man, and he wants to give him a sword if he can.

On the field.

"break"

Swords fell like rain.

The sound of bells echoed through the valley.

The golden Buddha slowly dimmed.

The golden skin slowly returned to normal.

But Wang Yu's face is still indifferent, no matter what wind and rain you blow, I will stand still.

Until, there was a crisp sound.

The golden bell jar of falling demons finally broke.

However, the sword energy is gone.

Wang and his party landed slowly.

Oncoming.

Sandbag big fist.

"Vald donkey! I'm never done with you!"

"Oh, you told me not to hit me in the face."

off the field.

The four were speechless and shook their heads helplessly.

In hand-to-hand combat, it is obvious that Wang and his party are not opponents of Zen Master Wangyu.

In the first battle, Buddhism won.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Wang and his party rolled their eyes,

"Why don't you try? That bald donkey is so inhumane that he greeted me in the face. It hurts me to death."

Zhang Muyu smiled lightly,
"Brother Xing, let me help you win this game."

Ladder cloud vertical.

The Pegasus rides on the swallow, as light as the wind.

"Wudang Chief Disciple Zhang Muyu, Master Kongming please give me some advice."

Master Kongming moved his eyes slightly, folded his palms together, "Amitabha, please benefactor."

"Master please."

Looking at Zhang Muyu's graceful posture, the young man admired, "Brother Zhang is as graceful as a dust, like a fairy. I don't know how much luck he has in Wudang Mountain."

Xuanling looked enviously at the man in the arena,

"Although I don't like him. But I have to admit that he is indeed stronger than my senior brother. He is the first disciple of Wudang, and he alone has [-]% of Wudang luck."

The boy wondered.

"so much?"

"Wudang worshiped the Emperor Zhenwu, so they were better than us in terms of martial arts. And we in Qingcheng Mountain worshiped the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty, and the Taoism and martial arts went hand in hand. So we are stronger in terms of Taoism. He is Wudang. The most outstanding disciple of a generation, like Senior Brother Yuzhen, is the guarantee of the sect's luck for the next hundred years."

On the field.

"True Martial Demon Sword!"

There is a poem saying:
Only when Buddhism and Taoism compete for power can we know the affairs of the world.

Where can a visitor in Qingcheng Mountain return?

　Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)