Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 874: Buddhists in seclusion for fifty years (two in one 6K5)

"I have been canonized."

Just four simple words fell like a meteor hitting the center of the lake, creating a wave of a hundred meters.

Everyone's heart was in turmoil and their expressions changed.

It was already very exaggerated that Bai Yu could kill the Ten Evils with his fourth-level body, which meant that he possessed the combat power of a saint.

Therefore, when he truly took this step, the value of his sainthood was enough to make the top ten of the older generation take notice.

Even Bodhisattva Kashyapa couldn't describe what he was feeling at that moment.

He is already one of the most talented people in Buddhism.

He practiced Buddhism for thirty years, practiced Zen for thirty years, practiced asceticism for thirty years, and secluded himself for thirty years. He was finally canonized at the age of one hundred and twenty-seven and attained the status of a bodhisattva.

This is already above tens of millions of people!

According to the proportion of Daxia, only one out of ten million extraordinary people can be canonized, or even less than one.

But how old is Bai Yu?

Strictly speaking, he had only been on the road to becoming extraordinary for a little over two years.

The past ten years or so can be said to have been standing still, and the first level of transcendence is still a long way off.

In just less than three years, he had achieved the fifth level and was canonized as a saint.

No one has been able to do this in the past thousand years.

The record of the youngest person to be canonized was rewritten from then on. The previous youngest person to be canonized was Zhen Shifang, but he resorted to all kinds of schemes to pay for the price of being canonized too early. Bai Yu was successfully canonized at the young age of 20. If this news were to be spread, it would inevitably cause a shock to the entire Daxia supernatural world.

No one can predict whether he will become a powerful person comparable to Luohu in the future.

And now... he calls himself 'Enemy of Buddha'.

Bai Yu's influence is extremely huge. Once he is canonized, his influence will surge again and become even more profound with the passage of time.

Once his self-proclaimed identity gets out, the fortunes of Buddhism will plummet within the next hundred, two hundred, three hundred years... or even a thousand years.

Because he has been canonized, he is not someone who can be manipulated at will, and as long as he survives, his future achievements will be limitless.

What good would it do even if Buddhism has three saints if it were to encounter such a powerful enemy?

It is inevitable that Bai Yu will take over Wusheng Pavilion in the future, so why should he fear Buddhism?
Zhang Tianshi was able to suppress the insignificant people in Xuantiansi for hundreds of years alone. Could it be that Bai Yujing, who is more talented, couldn’t do it?
"Why, are you scared now?" Bai Yu brushed the dust off his sleeves and said calmly, "It's too early, isn't it? We still have a long way to go."

The throat of Kashyapa Bodhisattva rolled and the old monk's expression changed.

But he didn't even dare to glare at the other party, instead he lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Does Bai Sheng really want to make things difficult for my Buddhist sect?"

"You changed your mind so quickly." Bai Yu sneered, "But you are too stubborn and your thoughts are too beautiful."

"If you take the initiative to raise the white flag now and announce to the public that Longxiang Temple will be closed for fifty years from now on, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"It's a pity you can't do it."

The old monk's face changed slightly: "This request is too harsh for Longxiang Temple. Buddhism cannot do it."

"Whether you can do it or not is your business, what does it have to do with me?" Bai Yu said calmly: "You are the one who said Buddha's enemy, I am just accepting the good intentions of the Buddha."

"Is there really no room for easing?" At this time, Kashyapa Bodhisattva no longer thought of using his strength to overwhelm others. It was clear from the fight just now that Bai Yu was by no means as simple as the young man who had just been canonized. His strength after he entered the canonization stage was no longer the same, so the old monk was inclined to compromise at this time.

"Why didn't the Buddhist sect think about whether there was room for easing before opening the halo of brainwashing?" Bai Yu sneered: "Now you feel the pain when a flying dragon rides on your face? It's a bit late... You are not children, you have all been canonized, can you be more mature?"

"As a Buddhist sect, you should know..."

"Admit your mistakes and stand firm when you are beaten!"

The sound of this last sentence could be heard over a hundred miles away, and most of Luoyang City could hear it clearly.

The conversation has died down.

Either you stay in seclusion for fifty years and reflect on your mistakes, and then walk away with your tail between your legs; or you fight to the death today to see whose fist is harder.

If Buddhism wins, Bai Yu will leave, but there is no guarantee that there will be no revenge in the future; if Buddhism loses, Bai Yu will also leave, but there is guarantee that there will be revenge in the future.

It doesn't make much difference what choice Ryuzo-ji makes. Its situation is basically the same as that of Oda City - blocked at both ends.

War is the continuation of politics, and the essence of politics lies in compromise.

Each of the canonized saints is a human nuclear bomb, able to rival the existence of ten thousand armies. Once a dispute arises over canonization, it will undoubtedly be a war; and the exchange of interests between canonized saints is part of politics.

Bodhisattva Kasyapa was in a dilemma and felt overwhelmed... But the angry Vajra Shilongxiang looked calm and spoke decisively, cutting the Gordian knot.

"You have been canonized, but you want to embarrass Buddhism. As a great protector, I cannot sit idly by." Shi Longxiang said in a low voice, "How about we fight? If I lose, Buddhism will close its temples for fifty years. How about that?"

"It's to determine the winner and the loser, and also to decide life and death?" Bai Yu asked directly.

Shi Longxiang paused and said, "It's just a matter of who is better... You are so young, there is no need to be so indifferent to life and death. You and I have no grudges, we just have opposite positions."

Bai Yu thought about it and said, "Okay, I agree."

Shi Longxiang said: "I haven't told you yet, what will happen if I win."

"There are some things I don't want to say too bluntly." Bai Yu flexed his wrists: "Be modest - I'll let you make the first three moves."

The angry Vajra did not get angry, but stomped the ground heavily and rushed up to the sea of ​​clouds.

"Fight from the sky!"

The white elm flew up to the sky and stood still above the sea of ​​clouds.

Shi Longxiang clasped his hands together, showing another high level of cultivation... He was a saint at the level of Vajra, and unlike the two Bodhisattvas below, he practiced both martial arts and Zen.

Bodhisattva is also considered as one of the seekers of truth, so he has a Buddha kingdom in the palm of his hand; while Vajra is similar to a martial saint, and does not have a Buddha kingdom in the palm of his hand; the difference between the two is as huge as that between Tantra and Zen.

It was also because of the establishment of Xuantiansi and the decline of Buddhism that Buddhists all over the world came together.

Shi Longxiang is different from the two Bodhisattvas, his mind is purer, and his cultivation realm is more profound. His golden body is a manifestation of himself. He pushes his hands forward, and the entire sea of ​​clouds above Longxiang Temple is pushed forward, whistling like a wave... This is the real Paiyun Palm.

Bai Yu stepped on the void with his toes and flashed forward. His figure crossed a distance of a thousand meters. A dark shadow appeared on the route he flew past, and the white clouds were dyed into ink. The Ten Thousand Demon Spear Forest, which had only partly been revealed in the past, finally showed its complete posture.

An array of tens of thousands of magic spears then burst out with sharp whistling sounds and charged towards the waves of white clouds.

The two canonized saints started the fight with a grand scene as they raised their hands, letting their armies fight each other while the two generals stood firm.

In Longxiang Temple and Luoyang City, countless people felt the changes in the sky, because the sea of ​​clouds was turning into distinct black and white, and a clear and winding battle line was artificially drawn in the sky.

There is no shortage of extraordinary people with considerable strength in the city. They are the elites, and are above everyone else. However, when these people look up at the horrifying movement in the sky, their expressions reveal a sense of longing and awe, just like a country bumpkin who has just entered the capital and is leaning against a shop window to look at the diamonds and jewels inside, with eyes full of what is out of reach.

When Shi Longxiang saw that Bai Yu only defended and did not attack, his eyes lit up. He was indeed very curious about Bai Yu's strength after being canonized... He was clearly just canonized, so why was his strength able to directly catch up with him, who was at the Great Vajra Realm (above level 60)? No saint in history had ever been able to fight across levels so easily.

He raised his hand and clenched it. In the martial arts field of Longxiang Temple, an iron stick floated into the air and fell into the hands of Shi Longxiang. He grasped the iron stick, and it was instantly coated with a dark golden light. Then the long stick stirred the wind and clouds. He poked the stick through the air, and a gap was torn in the center of the hundred-mile sea of ​​clouds. It was like a missile fired from the center of the army, invisible but tangible, and it fell towards Baiyu.

…The second move.

Bai Yu did not make any move, but instead his body collided with the air poke. The wind and clouds hit his body, and the surrounding space creaked and shook, like doors and windows in a typhoon.

This move cannot hurt Bai Yu at all.

The next moment, Shi Longxiang passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and no one knew where he came from, as if he had crossed the space. This is called "shrinking the earth into an inch" in Taoism, and "divine feet" in Buddhism. Both are the ability to compress the space to achieve an instantaneous crossing. Shi Longxiang raised his hands high, and the dark gold iron rod almost touched his back. His two hands were raised high and passed over his head. His human figure was frozen in the air, like a fully drawn bow.

A blow to the head, and a slam into the air.

The powerful stick movement, coupled with the divine feet and Vajra strength, and mixed with the Zen skills that Bai Yu could not see, was far more powerful than the previous punch.

Even if it was the Lingxiao Palace located on the thirty-third heaven, this stick would be able to smash it through and break it into two pieces.

Bai Yu used the same trick again, raising his hand to grab the stick, even though it was as fast as lightning, even though it had the potential to break the mountain.

When Bai Yu held it, the power of this stick was fully unleashed. A visible space rupture formed a large canyon. The empty roar made this astonishing crack in the sky spread all the way to Hulao Pass. This strange sight frightened countless civilians who had not yet fallen asleep, and the entire Internet exploded in the middle of the night.

But this move didn't hurt Bai Yu at all.

Bai Yu held the other end of the iron rod and said calmly, "I see. Your blow was not just one blow, but a whole series of blows. The most powerful first blow was just for shocking, and the ones after that were continuous... What a pity, I shouldn't have caught it, otherwise I could have watched you perform more."

Shi Longhu stared at Bai Yu's hands, secretly thinking it was outrageous. The angry King Kong who never liked to talk during a fight asked: "What's so mysterious about your hands? How can you withstand the force of my stick without any damage?"

Bai Yu did not answer, but just reminded: "Three moves have passed."

Shi Longhu was slightly stunned, and then he remembered what Bai Yu had said before, "I'll give you three moves"...

The next moment, a fist came hitting him in the face, and his dark golden body was blasted three hundred feet away, retreating in the sea of ​​clouds, and the huge sea of ​​clouds drew a triangle of empty area.

The angry King Kong was about to stand up when he saw Bai Yu had arrived in front of him and kicked him sideways. He raised his arms to block, but was immediately thrown to the ground, like an electric car challenging the high-speed train of the immortals on land. He could not hold on at all.

Just like this, Shi Longxiang bounced back and forth like a ball that was constantly hit. This lasted for a full half minute. The dark golden light of his body seemed much dimmer. It was the first time that Shi Longxiang had been beaten so badly in all his years of debut.

Shi Longxiang, who was being beaten, chose to ignore the consequences. He put his hands in a flower-picking posture and punched out with a Thousand-Arhat. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Arhats in the sky punched out together. The ultimate Zen martial arts is simplicity and ingenuity. This punch from the Thousand-Arhat Arhat is a thousand strikes. One punch opens the way, and thousands of punches continue.

But just like the previous stick attack, he was suppressed as soon as the first punch was thrown.

Shi Longxiang was held down on the head and smashed downwards. After breaking the sound barrier twice, he crashed into the mountain wall. The mountain shook and rocks rolled down.

He had never had such a frustrating fight in his life, and was completely unilaterally abused... But as both of them were canonized saints and martial arts masters, his experience could not be worse than Bai Yu's, and there would not be a scene like a martial arts master teasing a child. It was purely because Shi Longxiang could not understand and did not know what his opponent's abilities were.

Every canonized saint has his own way, the way of seeking, the way of dominance, the way of the king... and the manifestation of the way is the source of power.

Shi Longxiang's Taoism is reflected in his Vajra practice. Although his defense is unparalleled and he is not afraid of any evil thoughts, he is better than the golden body of merit.

but--

All of it was used to get beaten.

Golden and white afterimages kept wandering in the mountains, and the peaks were shaking violently. Fortunately, it was not a scenic area but a protected area, and there were no residents in the area.

The topography was rewritten. A hill was shaved, and a cliff was split open, forming the Chinese character "川" when viewed from above.

Shi Longxiang rushed out from the ruins of collapsed rocks, leaped hundreds of feet high, and landed again, returning to the steps in front of Longxiang Temple.

The upper part of his monk's robe was torn, leaving only a half-unbuttoned apron hanging around his waist. The color of his golden body was dull, and upon closer inspection, golden blood was oozing from many tiny wounds.

Shi Longxiang raised his head as soon as he landed. Bai Yu was standing ten steps higher than him, looking down at him.

"Are you giving up?" Bai Yu asked.

"One last trick." The angry King Kong said, "Please!"

After three breaths.

The long stone steps in front of the main entrance of Longxiang Temple collapsed and broke, a corner of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky collapsed, and the white clouds rushed towards the earth like bubbles falling into a funnel.

……

In Longxiang Temple, Kasyapa Bodhisattva sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. There were footsteps behind him, and he recited the scriptures slower.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the speed at which he chanted the sutra was getting slower and slower.

Until the footsteps stopped beside him, it was extremely difficult for Kashyapa Bodhisattva to utter each word.

Bai Yu looked at the Bodhisattva Kashyapa, who had lost all his arrogance and ambition to make Buddhism great again, and spoke calmly.

"To be frank, I just wanted to kill someone to establish my authority. I have no grudges against the Buddhist sect in the past, but you guys are going too far. I am not the type to remain silent when I am beaten. I always feel that I need to root out the problem at its root."

He spoke to himself without looking at the expression of Bodhisattva Kashyapa.

"The growing ambition of Buddhism has already affected the political balance of Daxia. If I kill one or two of you, it will fundamentally solve the problem of the expansion of Buddhism. I believe Buddhism will no longer have the intention to compete for world domination."

"Even if I killed Feng Sheng, it was for a reason. I believe Sister Da Xia will forgive me for what I did."

"But I changed my mind."

"I didn't kill anyone today, not because I couldn't, but because I didn't think it was necessary."

"Buddhism is too weak. It is just a clown. It is arrogant and pretentious. It has an idea but it is impossible for it to succeed."

"It was impossible before, and it's even more impossible now."

"So, I'll let you go this time, but——"

"Longxiang Temple must close its doors for fifty years."

"As long as I, Bai Yu, am still alive in this world, there will always be a knife hanging over the heads of you Buddhists."

"If any of you dare to step out of the gate of Longxiang Temple, I will regard you as tired of living."

"I have killed enough canonized saints, I wouldn't mind one or two more."

Bodhisattva Kasyapa sat there in silence.

After a long time.

A monk approached and asked: "Venerable Sir, what should we do next?"

"Repair Longxiang Temple first, and send the monks there for recuperation and healing." The old monk opened his eyes, and seemed to have aged several dozen years in the blink of an eye: "From today on, the temple will be closed for fifty years. This Xuantian Grand Ceremony will be..."

"Buddhism, no more fighting."

……

At the foot of the mountain, on the roadside.

Mu Yaoxi looked in the direction of Longxiang Temple and asked, "Are you just going to let them go like this?"

"How could that be? We have to settle accounts step by step... Shi Longxiang will soon be stripped of his title as one of the top ten. How dare he rank ahead of the Flower Saint with his level of ability?" Bai Yu said calmly, "Besides, we have other things to do. If we kill the Buddha today, there will be endless troubles. If he gets desperate and insists on exchanging his injuries for my life, I will suffer the more."

Mu Yaoxi nodded: "That's true... But when were you canonized?"

"Half a month ago." Bai Yu said, "I faked my death to avoid Luo Hou's sight and to buy time for canonization. If I stay in Da Xia, I won't be able to have peace in a short time."

He glanced at Mu Yaoxi and nodded: "You seem to have recovered a lot. Next, take Ren Nanbei to treat his injuries. It would be best to go to the Taoist Xuan Sect. The situation in Xuantian Division is complicated at the moment. I don't know if there are any Tai Sui incarnations."

"then you?"

"I want to go to the capital." Bai Yu looked towards the capital. "The capital is in chaos right now. Tai Sui has given me more than one problem. Haha... It's obvious that he wants to distract my mind and energy and drain my blood."

Mu Yaoxi was not very reassured. Even though Bai Yu had been canonized as a saint, she was still worried.

Because of Rahu.

Because of Tai Sui.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Bai Yu held her cheek and rubbed it: "It won't happen again this time."

"be careful."

Thousands of words were left unsaid in the end. Mu Yaoxi stood on tiptoe and left a gentle kiss.

A long rainbow appeared, and the white elm tree headed straight for the capital.

Mu Yaoxi stared at the departing figure for a long time.

"...You've been watching for five minutes. Do you want to pay attention to the injured people next to you?" Ren Nanbei couldn't help but ask.

"When did you wake up?"

"I was awake before, but I was just pretending to be unconscious because I didn't want to disturb you... But you just don't treat me as a living person." Ren Nanbei took a breath and said, "My head hurts."

"Your body is fine, but your soul and spirit have been infused too much by the Buddha's light. I'll let the Taoist sect take care of it for you later." Mu Yaoxi said casually, "Use the Taoist sect's great memory erasure technique."

Ren Nanbei said as he lay there: "He will be fine. He has a very strong life."

"I know." Mu Yaoxi paused: "I just realized that I missed a question..."

"what is the problem?"

"He's back, so... where are Su Ruoli and Su Ruoji?"

……

Beijing City, Zhonghu Gate Guard Office.

An old man in security uniform was sitting on a chair, blood dripping down his cuffs and spreading to the bottom of the chair.

In front of the old man, the swordsman with two swords on his waist shook his left hand, tore off a piece of his arm and threw it out from the window.

The security guard's body was shaking, but his eyes remained firm as he stared at the indistinguishable male or female monster...

"You know you are no match for me, so just give way. Why do you have to let me tear off one of your hands?"

Qianji Luosha said in a low voice: "Why, now you don't want the eyeballs anymore?"

The old security guard said in a low voice: "This is not a place where you can act wild."

"Hard-boned." Qianji Luosha sneered: "Standing guard here is more valuable than the realm you have cultivated for so many years? What are you playing with?"

The security guard stood up and exerted force violently. Even though both his hands were disabled, he wanted to bite off the other person's neck in one bite.

But he missed and was grabbed by the head and smashed to the ground. The security booth suddenly broke into pieces and the human figure was thrown out like a twisted doll. When he landed on the ground, only two limbs were left, and he was in tatters.

The old security guard was caught by someone before he fell to the ground.

Huo Qiu Shui was not late. He rushed over as soon as he sensed the murderous intent, but what he saw was the result that had already ended.

The old security guard moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Don't, let him, in..."

"Old friend, don't talk..." Huo Qiu Shui took out a pill and fed it to the old security guard, sealing the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and then looked at the figure walking out of the gap in the security booth.

Qianji Luosha smiled and said, "What a murderous aura. I thought you didn't have much time left and your strength was declining, but I didn't expect you to be stronger with age... This aura is fully qualified to be among the top four of the top ten. You are worthy of being the most experienced martial saint in the world."

The Sword Saint did not answer, but stared at the stranger who broke in.

Neither male nor female, it is difficult to tell male from female…

But this is not the point. The point is the pair of swords behind it.

The Sword Saint recognized his origin at a glance.

Because the blades of the two swords have a dragon and a snake on them...

Huo Qiu Shui recognized the owner of the pair of dragon and snake swords.

Because this pair of swords were made by him personally... He gave one of the swords to his disciple and the other to his eldest son.

That was about a hundred years ago.

Huo Qiu Shui did not restrain his murderous intent, nor did he lose his composure because of the nostalgia he felt when he saw the familiar things of his old friend.

Even though he had been looking for the pair of swords for more than eighty years, when it appeared before his eyes, Huo Qiushui chose to skip it and instead questioned: "This is the central restricted area of ​​Daxia, offenders will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing this question, Qianji Luosha couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "I finally recognized the Dragon Snake Twin Sabres, but the first thing you asked was why I came. Are you really not interested in why these two swords are in my hands?"

A piercing cold light flashed from Huo Qiushui's withered eyes: "I am the guardian of Zhonghu. This position does not allow for any personal feelings. If you want to borrow the things of an old friend to beg for mercy, you are probably looking down on me!"

Responsibility far outweighs personal feelings!
"Look down on you? How could I look down on you?"

Qianji Luosha laughed loudly: "On the contrary... I think highly of you, Sword Saint."

"You are indeed such a person. In your eyes, nothing is more important than the justice of the country and the responsibility on your shoulders. What is a mere sword? You can even abandon the lives of your relatives and disciples."

"What a selfless person you are."

"Is that what I said?"

"My dear grandpa."

……

Bei Ming’s house, the main gate.

The door is open.

The courtyard is spacious.

All the noble families paused outside the door.

Nangong Shan glanced at the leaders of the other two families.

Dongfang Hong remained silent.

Fu Yulou's expression was calm.

"Let's go in and take a look." Nangong Shan stepped over the threshold first.

When the toes touched the ground, the bone-chilling cold hit my face, and a green flame lit up, blocking the low temperature out.

Nangong Shan looked at the figure in the wide courtyard behind the Feng Shui wall through the biting cold wind, and cursed in her heart, "Idiot, I clearly reminded you, why didn't you leave!"

Bei Mingque stood alone in the biting cold wind.

"Tonight, the Bei Ming family's door is always open and the door is not locked at night."

"But... whoever dares to step in should be prepared to leave his life behind!"

(End of this chapter)