Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 153 Do you know this sword? Bodhi Town Shinto Cave
"Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, I have never heard of it!"

There are gods who meditate, recount the history, and even go back to ancient times, but they have never heard of this name.

Like Zhang Jiao, he appeared out of nowhere.

A nameless person can rival gods.

"Why are you here?" Another incarnation of the god asked in a scolding voice.

Staring at the sword with cold eyes.

The essence of the sword is not very unique, and it is not even as good as the weapons of gods like them.

But the person who wields this sword is extraordinary.

"Come here!" came the old Taoist's leisurely and calm voice.

"Hmph, you are trying to be mysterious. Your true body cannot reach this place. What can you do to me with just one sword?" Another god shouted coldly. "

……

"You don't need to worry about him. He should be an outsider, an outsider."

Suddenly!
The sword light flashed and the sword energy was brilliant.

"This sword can also open the sky, open up the earth, break boundaries, fall into the heart, destroy mountains, cut off seas, massacre cities, kill people, see the Tao, and understand myself. Can you recognize... this sword!"

"If you are really trying to be mysterious, that Taoist can't come at all and can only use a sword!" A black-robed and imperial-crowned incarnation of the spirit snorted coldly.

"It is indeed a tradition passed down from ancient times."

"Fellow Taoist Tongxuan has the support of this master. Even if he uses his magical powers openly and honestly, there must be nothing the Great Yong Court can do."

But when these words fell into the ears of Ming Ting, Ming Jing and others, it was not the case. They would only think that Master and Master came from the same sect, and they sincerely admired them.

Even the incarnation of Zhang Jiao's wish power dissipated at the last moment, and he couldn't help but look back,

"This person's humane deeds are even better than those of a poor person. He is already an immortal on earth."

It is difficult to see the immortals of Qi practitioners in the world.

He relaxed his tense mind, looked relaxed, and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, the god who controlled all the fires said coldly, "But the young monk has awakened to the path of Bodhisattva in his previous life and is still an enemy of us. He is ultimately a hidden danger, so we must keep him."

"I really envy others."

"Do you think there was such a master of swordsmanship in ancient times?"

It is even rarer for human martial immortals to enter the Tao through martial arts.

"It is rare for a human immortal to enter Taoism through martial arts!"

The old Taoist was neither sad nor happy, and his unhurried voice came from the sword.

"By the way, fellow Taoist Tongxuan, who was that just now?" Taoist Master Mingjing asked.

There was no regret on his face, but a majestic and happy tone.

Taoist priest Mingting said happily and freely.

There are indescribable aspects flowing around.

They greedily breathe the air of the world and exhale their vitality.

The three people in Mingting expressed envy one after another.

The incarnations of the gods groaned, unimpressed.

After Youyou finished speaking, the burden on his shoulders seemed to fall, and his figure turned into a ball of bubbles and disappeared.

"Just a sword?"

Then they saw that the sword had disappeared long ago, and the Red Emperor's flag wrapped everyone around them and arrived at the realm of Dayong's world.

Like the projection of the long river of time, it takes on thousands of incarnations.

The incarnations of all the gods were frightened, and they all took action to stabilize the universe and divide the yin and yang.

now!

Each incarnation is actually unrelated.

It's just that his situation is a little special. Master Zhang Jiao and master Zhang Sanfeng are not from the same generation. They are separated by history, so there seems to be no connection in essence.

And his identity is changing along with the genealogy.

A sword cuts across the nine heavens, yin and yang rotate, and Tai Chi performs the Tao.

"It's really dangerous, life hangs by a thread!"

"With just one sword, he frightened us away. He will never be prouder."

Zhang Yuqing and others had escaped from the Nine Heavens and were sent back to the realm of Hanyue Mansion by the Red Emperor Banner.

When the yin and yang disappear, the incarnations of the gods take another closer look.

"He is a master from Pindao." Zhang Yuqing explained casually.

"This sword of Pindao can cut off ignorance, cut off worries, fall from the world of mortals, clarify the mind, kill demons, overcome three disasters, break human tribulations, and cut off the great road..."

Zhang Yuqing shook his head and smiled, "For some reason, my master's true form was not allowed to come."

Zhang Sanfeng, the veteran Taoist priest just now, told him the reason after slashing out with his sword.

On a whim, he sensed that he was in danger, so he tried a sword. Unexpectedly, this sword could not reach the human world, but it happened to be able to enter the ninth heaven.

Then he used a sword to frighten away the gods.

"What are the three Taoist friends' plans next?" Zhang Yuqing asked instead.

"this…"

The three people in Mingting looked at each other and then said calmly, "The three God-killing Arrows have been used up. We have to leave the Sea of ​​Fog and head overseas!"

The God-killing bow and the three God-killing arrows were left behind by their master.

Now they are all used to kill gods.

Just in case, it would be better to head overseas at this moment.

Of course, this was their plan when they came here to kill the gods.

The sea of ​​fog is fine, but now overseas is the paradise for alchemists.

It is also more suitable for disciples to practice without having to hide.

Taoist Master Ming Jing added, "Now that the Dao of the Great Yong Realm has revived, we want to go overseas and inform the sages or founders of the Aquarius Sect about this matter."

Taoist Aunt Miaohua said again, "Two fellow Taoists and little master, take care."

"That's fine, three fellow Taoists, take care. If there is a chance, see you overseas." Zhang Yuqing bowed.

"Take care!" Shangguan Hongxiu imitated his actions.

"Little monk, I hope all donors will realize immortality soon."

The young monk bowed to him honestly, with a bright smile on his face.

However, just as he finished speaking, the smile on his face faltered.

The already weak and pale face became even paler.

Buddha's blood suddenly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The scene suddenly fell into a strange stalemate.

"Little monk!"

Zhang Yuqing suddenly came back to his senses, shouted anxiously, and leaned over to look at the little monk's heart.

A black spear pierced through at some point.

The taboo divine power on the spear was frantically devouring the young monk's life.

Taoist priests Mingting and Mingjing also suddenly changed their expressions.

"Little master, you..."

"Pindao, here are a few more healing pills."

Aunt Miaohua quickly took out a bottle of elixir and fed it to the young monk.

Shangguan Hongxiu reached out to grab the spear that penetrated the young monk's heart, but Qitiangun gave him a loud shout.
"Don't touch it, don't touch it, it's a curse from the gods."

The Qitian Stick body floated, looking at the black spear with a forbidden aura, and cursed,

"Damn, what a despicable god. He actually placed a curse on this spear. This is going to destroy the little bald donkey's Taoist fruit."

"I belong to his ancestors." Zhang Yuqing's eyes were full of anger, and he quickly absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth and poured it into the little monk's body.
"How are you, little monk?"

"It's okay, little monk!" The little monk forced out a smile and sat cross-legged on the ground. Hold the Buddha's Fearless Seal with both hands, and the Buddha's light will bloom.

"It's okay! You little bald donkey wants to see the World Honored One."

Qitiangun scolded him, but the young monk's behavior made him even more worried, "Boy, can you invite your master Zhang Jiao again? We must first suppress this curse before we can pull out the spear."

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Zhang Yuqing said nothing.

But now that Zhang Jue's incarnation of wish power has disappeared, it is doubtful whether the master can be separated again?
"Donor Zhang, please wait."

The little monk opened his eyes, waved his hands, and shouted weakly,
"The little monk has his own way."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuqing stopped, but his tone was doubtful, and he stared at the other person.

The young monk raised the corners of his pale mouth and smiled with relief, "I still remember that the young monk once told the donor that the young monk was guided by the master of Xuankong Temple and crossed the Western Regions to the territory of Dayong. It was only because of this that the young monk achieved the path and fruit of Bodhi. Law."

"Now, the young monk has found this fate."

"But not one, but two!"

"One share belongs to Donor Zhang. The Mahayana Dharma taught by the Donor will be remembered forever by this young monk."

As he said this, he put his hands together and bowed.

Zhang Yuqing frowned, why did the young monk's words sound like his last words?
"Mahayana Buddhism is destined for you. Don't do stupid things." He leaned over and touched the young monk's bald head and sighed softly. Give the Mahayana Dharma to him or to other monks.

I can't understand anything.

Even some monks who practice Hinayana Buddhism are afraid that after seeing Mahayana Buddhism, they will regard it as a scourge or evil demon.

In other words, the young monk is really destined to Mahayana Buddhism.

The young monk shook his head gently, "Donor, don't worry, the other fate of the young monk lies in this tribulation of the gods."

"The young monk swears that wherever Bodhi comes, it will be a pure land."

"This oath must be fulfilled today."

"Amitabha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden Buddha's blood gushed out from the young monk's body, dyeing his whole body like a real Buddha coated with a layer of gold paint. Even the black spear became a golden spear, stained with sacredness.

He recited Buddhist sutras silently and slowly lifted his body into the air.

Rays of Buddha's light appeared everywhere, and the overwhelming sound of Buddha's voice came.

"What on earth is the little bald donkey going to do?" Qi Tiangun wondered.

Zhang Yuqing was also confused and stared at him closely, but did not stop him.

This is the way of the young monk.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!

This is true for Qi practitioners, warriors, and monks.

The three Aquarius Sect Taoists in Mingting also looked at each other and sighed softly.

They can probably guess the ending.

"When I become a Buddha, wherever Bodhi comes, everything will be a pure land."

"Amitabha!"

The young monk chanted the name of the Buddha, and a fruit of the Bodhisattva Killing Buddha slowly floated out from his body, transforming into a statue of the Bodhisattva Killing Buddha that looked somewhat similar to him. He held Bodhi beads in his hand and chanted the beads.

Suddenly!
The eyes of the Bodhisattva Killing Bodhisattva are open and closed, and golden light shines out of the sky.

He looked down again, looked at Zhang Yuqing, and nodded gently.

Immediately, it shattered suddenly and turned into pieces of void.

Every fragment records his lifetime memories.

More than a hundred eons, a thousand eons.

Now it has become a shattered bubble.

With the little monk at the center of the world, an inexplicable Taoist rhyme spread.

Not only did it spread to Yuntai, but also to Hanyue Mansion!
There is also the huge territory of Dayong, among the various prefectures.

"Monk, how dare you do this!"

Outside the Nine Heavens, a god roared angrily and thunder rolled.

"If you ruin our great mission, one day I will kill your Buddhist sect."

"Sacrificing one's Dao Fruit to suppress the Divine Dao and opening up the world! Huh, stupid, ridiculous!"

"If you practice Dao Dao, you can only control it for a while, it's just in vain."

The incarnations of the gods are also waking up one after another, and voices are heard.

But then it was transformed by the Buddha's sound. The Buddha's light illuminated the universe, the Sanskrit sound shook the sky, and the stars and moonlight turned into ripples of golden light and fell, making the heaven and earth peaceful.

at the same time!

In this Yong secular world, there are also movements in various areas.

Fazang Mansion is located between the Da Yong Mansion.

The only Buddhist holy place.

It is also the place where the Western Region borders Dayong and the place where Dharma is transmitted.

A Bodhisattva once arrived here to teach the Dharma and had a word with Emperor Dayong.

It was changed to Fazang Mansion.

There is a Buddhist holy mountain here called Xumi.

On the mountain!

An old monk was preaching Buddhism. He suddenly paused, his eyebrows were cracked, and one Dharma eye opened and closed, overlooking the heaven and earth and observing the world.

The old monk counted with his fingers and nodded slightly.

Then he summoned a drunken and sloppy monk in ragged clothes, holding a fan,

"Fodu, please go to Hanyue Mansion quickly and bring my Buddha's golden body back to Mount Sumeru!"

"If you don't want to go, I won't go. The poor monk has no intention of going."

The sloppy monk waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly without raising his head. His eyes were hazy and smelled of alcohol. He threw his head back and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

"You have to go this time."

The old monk was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he slapped the sloppy monk and sent him away directly.

I also saw a sword-qi sky river above the Great Yong Cloud.

A swordsman opens and closes, the sword light is lingering, and the sword rides on the wind.

There is also the Imperial Capital in the Imperial Capital.

There is a golden dragon rising, floating outside the sky, overlooking the world.

Moreover, the creatures in overseas worlds, beyond the mountains and seas, and in the caves and heavens of various blessed places, all had different reactions.

Either surprised, confused, angry, or admired...

Wait until the rain of golden ripples of stars and moonlight dissipates.

The young monk Jiaheng opened his eyes, smiled slightly and said,

"Donor Zhang, with his meager skills as a young monk, he can only control the world's sacred caves for twenty years."

"Twenty years later?" Zhang Yuqing raised his eyes and asked seriously.

"I don't know!"

"how about you?"

"The little monk should still be alive!"

The little monk still had a calm and peaceful expression on his face, looking down at the others, "Mingting Donor, Mingjing Donor, Miaohua Donor, Shangguan Donor, Stick Donor, Zhang Donor... Little monk is leaving, everyone, take care!"

Finished!

He closed his eyes, and the color of his originally golden Buddha-like body suddenly changed.

A layer of stone transformation spread, transforming his golden body into a gray stone man.

"Take care, little master!" The three people in Mingting bowed solemnly.

"See you in twenty years!" Shangguan Hongxiu groaned.

"This little bald donkey... ugh!" Qitian Gun also sighed faintly.

Zhang Yuqing put away the golden stone statue of the young monk and shook his head, "I don't know if this Mahayana Buddhism is a good thing, but it can also harm you!"

The young monk used his own Taoist fruit to suppress the Divine Tao Cave.

Let the catastrophe of the gods be delayed for twenty years.

Twenty years!

……

The Western Region, a piece of Buddhist land.

There is a temple located in a remote place.

It was built on the mountain wall, with the bottom floating in the air, so it was named Xuankong Temple.

Because there is a natural chasm on the mountain wall and the roads are impassable, it is inconvenient for pilgrims and believers to come and go, so there is very little incense.

Not to mention the ashes of the incense burner, even the Buddha statues in the temple are cracked and have no gold paint to match them.

There were only seven or eight monks in the temple, all meditating and chanting sutras.

The abbot is an old monk with a white beard and hair of more than ten inches.

He is called the white-bearded monk by Buddhist believers.

But the old monk had a weird personality and didn't like to meditate and chant sutras. Instead, he was extremely lazy.

Today, the white-bearded old monk took a break and slept soundly under the Bodhi tree. After a long time, he woke up leisurely, stretched out and looked at the bright sun with squinted eyes.

"It's three o'clock in the morning again."

"Hey! Why didn't Xiao Jiaheng come to ask for sutras today?"

The white-bearded old monk had just finished speaking and slapped his head hard before reacting slowly, "I forgot, little Jiaheng was deceived by a poor monk into going to Dayong."

"But with his Bodhisattva appearing in this world, nothing will happen to him."

"The poor monk can enjoy these leisurely days."

What the white-bearded old monk was most afraid of was that the young monk would disturb his sleep by asking for sutras, so he deceived him into going to Dayong, saying that there was a predestined dharma there.

Without the young monk’s inquiry, it would be pure!

But the old monk felt melancholy from time to time, feeling that there was something missing in the Xuankong Temple.

My heart is empty.

(End of this chapter)