From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The hinterland of Beimang.

At the starting point of the Yongchuan River there is a Daode Sect, which, as one of the five major sects in Beimang, has been prominent for two decades.

The top of the sect is a strange arched mountain, covered with white clouds and resembling the gate of heaven.

Before the Queen of Beimang plotted to usurp the throne, the Emperor relied heavily on Qilin Zhenren of the Daode Sect and did not care about the common people but only about ghosts and gods.

It is rumored that this immortal lived beyond the reach of seven generations of emperors and was truly an immortal.

Taiping Ling returned to the capital recently, and after seven days and seven nights of narration, he was appointed as the Imperial Master by the Queen of Beimang.

There is a storm brewing on the border, and it looks like it will no longer be the minor skirmishes of the past.

And war requires money. If you want to get a carriage moving, someone has to be the first to swing the whip.

Therefore, the Buddhists, who spent millions of ounces of gold to build golden bodies, became the sacrificial victims before the war.

The scale of the campaign to destroy Buddhism and worship Taoism quickly expanded to the entire grassland and Nanyuan area. Instead of stopping it, Emperor Liyang, at the suggestion of Longhushan, chose to go one step further and directly issued an order to deprive all Buddhist fields and monks of their residences, and imposed the same heavy taxes as merchants.

As the head of the Buddhist world, the monk Nagarjuna went north to the starting point of the disaster and asked Daode Zong for advice.

True Man Qilin avoided the meeting, and all of his six disciples, except for the two who were missing outside and the two who had lived in the royal court for a long time, returned to the sect.

Monk Nagarjuna sits cross-legged on the steps leading to Daode Sect.

The immortal's eldest disciple went down the mountain with a sword in hand. The flying sword broke through the waves and turned against the wind. He took it as his responsibility to defend the sect and forced his way into the pseudo-celestial realm, passing the sword continuously.

The third disciple held the Jade Ruyi in his hand and walked down the mountain step by step. It took him half a month to complete the 400 steps. After each step, the area around the old monk would drop an inch.

The fourth disciple and the sixth disciple worked together to arrange talismans. The Five Mountains Guarding Talismans, which used to take months to form, filled the sky. One hundred and eight of them occasionally fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake.

In addition, there are hundreds of disciples who form a formation to preside over the fasting ceremony, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth and worship the ancestors, and wear down the enemy's morale.

After enduring for half a month, monk Nagarjuna began to chant sutras.

He read the Diamond Sutra a million times and achieved the Great Diamond Realm, comprehended the Buddhist supreme magical power of Immovable Zen which is to defend without attacking, and was promoted to a land immortal. Looking around the world, his defense is unmatched, and his mind is pure.

The immortal's eldest disciple passed the sword eight hundred times for half a month, and ended up falling to the seventh rank, with all his meridians broken.

The other three stopped one after another because the old monk was about to die.

Tens of thousands of people rushed to the scene upon hearing the noise, including many wandering knights, all of whom wanted to see the spectacle. The four first-class masters had been killing people for half a month and still hadn't killed the one. Either the four of them were too useless, or the old monk was truly a god.

……

A city tavern on the banks of the Yongchuan River.

It’s only a hundred miles away from Daode Sect.

Jiang Yuan sat at the table, having finished two jars of crude wine, and his patience also disappeared.

"The moon waxes and wanes, so the Marquis of Ji'an should not be greedy."

The old Taoist priest waved his whisk and bowed in Taoist style.

"There are no two great Vajra before and there may not be another in the future. They have monopolized 90% of the magnificence of Buddhism. The destruction of Buddhism is the general trend. How can Marquis Ji'an obtain this Buddhahood? If you really let your Excellency get what he wants, wouldn't it be a joke to destroy Buddhism? I am not being harsh, but the ancestors of all generations have warned you not to force it."

"Why are you seeking death?"

"If you take one step forward, you will be killed."

Jiang Yuan nodded, raised his gun and stabbed.

"I didn't tell you earlier."

The old Taoist priest swung his whisk and his figure swayed as he retreated a hundred feet.

The open space between the two people suddenly collapsed into a deep ravine.

In the tavern, Wu Huoyue, who was holding the jar of wine in both hands, was stunned for a moment, then hugged the jar tightly and turned and ran.

The whisk in the old Taoist's hand turned to ashes, and a tiger's roar sounded in his ears.

The blood and energy arrive before the person is seen.

A mad dragon formed by the strong energy spanned a hundred feet and arrived in a flash.

The old Taoist retreated another three hundred feet, and the sky collapsed and the earth sank. Dust rose up within a few miles, and spider web cracks spread on the ground, like a giant dragon knocking its head and collapsing a mountain.

And at the tip of the gun, a tremendous force cut through the vacuum, and an extremely fine line flew out.

The old Taoist priest fluttered his sleeves, and the rough cloth tangled together, forming a light sword.

The air flowed for more than a thousand miles, and the air was as strong as a rainbow. The sword collided with the line, and the wind within the surrounding fifty feet was like a knife, and the collision made countless sounds of metal clashing.

But then a savage figure bathed in the smoke and blood of war rushed over and suddenly smashed the grim sword domain that was no less powerful than that created by a sword immortal on land.

Every step you take is like a dragon turning over.

The spear came before his eyes again as if chasing his life.

The old Taoist sighed. The martial arts world divides spearmanship into seven levels: wrestling, extension, proficiency, orthodoxy, surprise, subtlety, and deification. The person in front of him was below the seventh level and only relied on brute force, but he was above the seventh level because this spear was sure to hit the target.

"I have the Thunder Pond Fu Long Xiang."

In an instant, four blue thunderbolts appeared, each as big as a well. The Taoist Five Thunderbolts were the best way to protect oneself in the world. They could punish the gods, drive away demons and eliminate disasters, and they were about to fall forward.

Jiang Yuan poked the thunder pool with his spear and shot it up into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the sky changed and dark clouds covered the city.

The old Taoist priest's eyes were filled with amazement and regret, and he said angrily, "It turned out to be the Heavenly Thunder Method that has been lost for a thousand years. But you are going against the will of heaven, how can the Heavenly Thunder lend you? You are a Taoist by nature, why do you insist on being obsessed with Buddhism? How sad, how sad."

"Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way."

Jiang Yuan swung his spear, and nine thunder dragons descended from the dark clouds and smashed towards the opponent along with the spear.

Since a gentleman loves money and property, he knows how to get it.

The old Taoist priest clasped his hands together with his index fingers extended out to connect them, and his body and mind calmed down from the surprise of the appearance of the Heavenly Thunder Method.

"Pro!"

The Taoist nine-character mantra commanded heaven and earth, and the unique diamond seal of the mantra of "Shangshan is like Water" attracted the water of the nearby Yongchuan River to surround the body for a hundred feet.

The lightning flashed down, breaking the water surface layer by layer.

Jiang Yuan exerted his full strength and smashed the Lin character's defense into pieces.

The torrent suddenly swept in all directions, turning the wilderness into a huge swamp.

"Row."

The old Taoist changed his hand seal again, with his ten fingers stretched out, palms facing outwards, thumb and index finger touching each other. Everything was level, heaven and earth were one with man, and the "Xing" seal made him instantly arrive a thousand feet away.

The spear touched the ground and nine thunder dragons roared. The might of heaven was so overwhelming that everything on the surface within a few miles was turned into dust without exception.

Thunder steams over the lake.

Jiang Yuan stood horizontally with a gun in hand. It was indeed difficult to kill the Taoist leader Qilin Zhenren.

"Do you still need to hide the matter of life and death?"

"You are a natural born immortal. I can accept you as my disciple on your behalf." Immortal Qilin said with regret.

"I want to become a pair of great Vajra." Jiang Yuan said.

"That won't do." Qilin Zhenren's mouth twitched, knowing that this battle was unavoidable.

On the other side of the Yongchuan River, a child was trying to cross the river but accidentally fell. He brushed off the dust and continued forward.

In the direction of the wine shop, the young man with a sword on his back smiled and reminded the woman who was running wildly with the jar in her arms to be careful with the stones.

After the two arrived, they simultaneously performed the Taoist bowing ceremony.

"Marquis Ji'an, take care of yourself."

Again in unison.

Jiang Yuan was noncommittal.

It can't be called a three-person siege, it's just a one-on-one fight.

The most outstanding person in the history of Daode Sect - Qilin Zhenren.

Refers to the mysterious art of the Nine-Character Mantra, the orthodox Taoist school.

The mysterious art of the thumb: One Qi becomes three pure ones.

In the original world line, two harmless incarnations of the future died at the hands of Tuoba Bodhisattva and Li Dangxin respectively.

Jiang Yuan held his spear forward, and a dark blue and gold-patterned python robe flew out of the colorful little snake's mouth and was put on his body.

"That's almost true."

(End of this chapter)