Invincible little uncle

Chapter 86
Sunny Mountain.

The abbot of Luluo Temple was confronted with a question.

Xuan Ji lowered his eyes and said: "If the world is in chaos, if the people are in ruins, if Zenna breaks the precepts, then save yourself, protect them, and blame them."

Xia Guang asked: "That day the emperor died of illness, how can we know about Zen?"

Xuan Ji frowned slightly, but he obviously understood something, so he put his hands together and said: "Every drink and peck, there is a definite number, the general trend is like this, let's go with the sky."

"So, if you do something wrong, you don't need to be punished? People who have died still have to be reincarnated as animals for a hundred generations. Is this what you said to follow the sky?"

Xia Guang suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Come from the heart.

It seems that all the memories of the past, as well as the emotions dating back to the present, are all integrated in the bottom of my heart.

Just don't think about what the future holds.

This kind of emotion can be summed up by the word "impulse", but it is not pure anger.

He thought of the abode of Channa, the Egret Shenzhou mentioned by the devil, high above, overlooking the world of life, old age, sickness, death, gathering, separation and reunion in the three thousand Buddha kingdoms. If you say nothing, you can veto everything, and if you say a word about the next life, you can forget everything in this life. worry, you just need to kowtow
Vaguely, he seemed to see the sacred land that was located in the void and scattered light, so he raised his halberd, pointed at the white-browed old monk, and said word by word: "Today, I will destroy this place." Stone statue, are you here to stop me?"

Xuanji said Amitabha, and seemed to pause for a moment, but the aura around him began to change rapidly, becoming complicated and mysterious, and he suddenly said: "A few days ago, the child from Fengshen Mountain passed by me and respected you. In the meantime, I also mentioned the four silences and invited Zen to discuss important matters, but the old monk refused, do you know why?"

"Be careful."

The reminder of the third dream arrived just in time.

Xia Guang didn't care, but tightened his right hand holding Fang Tian's painting halberd, "Why?"

Xuan Ji raised his head suddenly, and at some point a strange change had taken place on his body, the Buddha's light became dim, but deep, filled with an evil meaning.

He showed a ferocious smile: "Because of this country, it should have been abandoned. If you insist on smashing Buddha statues and desecrating Channa, I will not let you go to Avici Hell, and you will not be reborn forever."

Just spit out the word Chaosheng,

The white-browed old monk merged into a sharp light, and with a fingertip, a hundred flowers bloomed, and they were gorgeous, but in the blink of an eye, there were countless bones hidden, buried deep in the flower field, no one saw , no one knows.

The layer of evil Buddha's light covering his body is covering the flowers and the bones.

Xia Guang seemed to have expected him to make a move, his expression remained the same, his right hand rotated, the long halberd was like a dragon, and he threw it out suddenly, [-]% of the internal force was completely poured into the halberd shaft, and the halberd was like a dragon, soaring between the two moons.

Ding!
The finger is on the tip of the halberd.

Evenly matched.

Xia Guang only felt an extremely strong force attacking from the opposite side, the internal force fused in the halberd melted when it met the dim Buddha light, like snow falling into boiling water.

chirp
The tip of the halberd was broken.

But Xia Guang's hand still didn't move at all. At this time, his strength had increased to [-]%.

But Fang Tian's painting halberd is still broken.

Inch after inch, but the old monk was sweating on his forehead, but his face remained unchanged, he just pointed at the death flower from a distance.

Sixty percent.

Seventy percent.

The expression of the old monk finally changed.

Xia Guang's expression also moved slightly.

Both were shocked by the strength of the other.

Although the old monk has a mysterious body, he has long been occupied by the magic thoughts of Zen, so this is a Buddha with an ordinary body, but he is limited by certain laws and cannot fully exert himself, but in her own opinion , is already invincible.

Therefore, this jhana magic thought is a big surprise.

Xia Guang was also a little surprised that someone could resist his [-]% power.

Even with the support of Dhyana, it should be impossible.

It's just that he doesn't know that what he is facing now is a jhana, a real jhana magic thought that has come.

In the eyes of the third dream, I saw the terrifying Buddha light almost bursting out from Xuanji's fingers, and the mysteries of life and death were all hidden in it.

And her partner seems to be relying on strength to fight against her.

After thinking about it, Third Dream still felt that his partner was awesome.

Xia Guang slowly increased his strength, and finally raised it to [-]% with the blessing of Shenyin.

The pure yang and pure yin of the ninth floor, and even the hurricane generated by the eighty-ninth floor's limit of the Eight Desolation Sovereign Divine Art, also surged out along with his broken halberd.

Fengyue Zena possessed in Xuanji's body finally showed a hint of shock.

"Bah!"

He took another step forward, and his whole body sank like a clear mountain, while streaks of dark Buddha light that could be seen gathered from his body, all gathered at the fingertips.

Xia Guang raised his strength again.

Nine successes.

Fengyue Zena finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the old monk's face became pale. She couldn't use more power, otherwise she would be discovered by the eye that was always open in time and space.

But during this confrontation, Xia Guang suddenly felt something in his heart.

This perception is not an upgrade of the previous killing moves, but born from the bottom of his heart. The various moves he has practiced in the past are all integrated in his mind, following his experience, thoughts, and all emotions And rapidly changing, blending.

There are five levels of exercises.

Ordinary, advanced, master, peerless, and legends unknown to the world, as well as false myths.

The more advanced the technique is, the more difficult it is to practice, and the power will naturally be greater after successful practice.

However, no matter how powerful the internal force is, if there is no move to use it, at most it will be subconsciously mobilized to produce a defensive effect.

The moves are also simple and exquisite.

People who use moves also have compatibility.

Those with a high degree of compatibility can supernormally display the power that the original exercises may not have.

Before in the capital, although General Huang Shengshang said that the moves are classified in the same way as internal strength, but in fact there are fallacies in this.

Of course, the moves at the beginning required ingenuity, and even resulted in a distinction between righteousness and evil.

But after a certain point, subtlety is nothing.

Xia Guang felt more and more that after learning such skills, he could say that he had the skills to reach the ninth level among the eighteen martial arts, but proficiency was not perfect.

Internal strength can be cultivated by perseverance, but moves cannot.

Because for moves, after breaking through the boundaries of skills, the most important point is the state of mind, the artistic conception.

If you want to go to the next level, it is not only to be proficient in that move, but to observe your own inner demons and fight against them. During the confrontation, your state of mind will become more stable and your state will become more enlightened.

None of these things can be learned through the practice of writing books. Maybe you can use the original handwriting to understand the state of mind of the writer at that time, but in the end you still need to do it yourself.

So what is all my heart?

In this battle.

Xia Guang was pondering, and suddenly he felt something in his heart, and looked at more and more halberds that had been broken.

The rod is cracked.

And between the two crescent moons, a piece fell.

There was only one residual bend left, and under the strength of the two, they quickly moved towards the middle with the swallowed pole.

That's a crescent.

Also like a knife.

Thinking of the knife, Xia Guang suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The sense of familiarity soon mixed with the broken halberd in his hand.

He suddenly smiled.

Because he suddenly realized something.

This is not a breakthrough, because he already has the upper hand, but this seemingly evenly matched battle has caused some of his accumulation to achieve a qualitative change.

At this time, the old monk who was occupied by Fengyue Zen also felt something, and raised his head.

At some point, the temperament of the boy with loose black hair standing opposite him seemed to have changed.

It seems that a faint scenery located outside the sky has emerged, and the black-armored boy seems to have taken off his armor, carrying a fishing rod, and walking leisurely on the vast undulating green field. There seemed to be a simple hut, and there was a young girl in front of the house, beckoning, as if asking him to go home early.

So leisurely, it is simply incompatible with the fierce and thrilling scene at this time.

Fengyue Zen was taken aback.

Is this Dao Xin?
This young man's heart is free and easy, but he is here to fight the real Buddha, why?why?

There is no answer.

Because in the next moment, all kinds of leisure are instantly disillusioned, as if everything I saw before was false.

Whether false or true.

Feng Yuechan could only see the cold and resolute eyes of the Great Zhou Shenwu King.

then.

The world is broken.

There is only a light like the Milky Way flowing backwards.

This light can be seen within a hundred miles.

It was Fang Tian's painted halberd that had been cut off, and it was also the young man's vigor, vigor, and violent internal power mixed together, which made the power far exceed the previous level.

Fengyue Zena suddenly felt the great perseverance and great ambition in this halberd.

So, he scolded angrily: "Mere mortals want to slaughter the land of gods and Buddhas? I don't know how high the sky is!"

Just as he was speaking, streaks of life-like golden light suddenly burst into his fingertips, and the Buddha's light rolled up, purifying the world.

But it can't purify the young man holding the halberd at this moment, the Great Zhou Shenwu King.

"Demon, dare you!"

Fengyue Zena scolded angrily.

But the broken halberd in Xia Guang's hand also regained its brilliance again, and the brilliance spread all over. It was already the upper hand, but it became destructive, easily tearing the dense and dark Buddha light.

With unabated strength, he continued to run, until he cut the Jade Buddha statue of Fengyue Chana in the distance into two.

The sky and the earth roared.

But he used this kind of mysterious state of mind, but it made him seem to be enveloped in an inexplicable brilliance, extremely majestic, not to be desecrated, even more like a god than the Buddha statue.

A trace of fear flashed in Xuan Ji's eyes, followed by a look of jealousy, which was originally only slightly ferocious, but now it burned even more blazingly.

"Good good!"

The old monk said three good words repeatedly, and then the Buddha's light all over his body faded away like a tide.

Xuanji's eyes regained clarity, and he looked up at Xia Guang tiredly, with a complicated expression, and said weakly: "Does the benefactor have a name for this pose just now?"

Xia Guang turned around slowly.

But the indifferent voice drifted away with the wind.

"Three mountains and half fall out of the blue sky, and one halberd divides Bailuzhou."

Bailuzhou is the rumored residence of gods and Buddhas, but ordinary people in this area want to divide this place? !

What arrogance.

How overbearing?

Xuan Ji shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, he just sighed "Amitabha, the benefactor is good for himself", put his hands together, and sat down.

(End of this chapter)