Become a legend in Hong Kong

In the land of Bashu, there are thousands of miles of precipitous mountains, with the high mark of the Six Dragons returning to the sun above, and the rushing waves and turning back to the Sichuan below, so it is mostly an uninhabited and mysterious area.

According to legend, there are many strange people here who absorb the essence of heaven and earth, absorb the aura of the sun and the moon, and enjoy immortality and vast magical powers.

The rumors are most likely false, but this one is indeed true.

The mountains in Shu have unique landforms and are home to countless spiritual veins. It is the best place for spiritual practice in the world. Among them, the Emei Sect in Shu Mountain is the most powerful. The founder, Bai Mei, has been teaching for more than two thousand years and has countless masters in the sect.

At the end of the winding mountain, under a crooked-necked tree at the foot of the mountain, Liao Wenjie leaned against a strange rock and retched with his head lowered. He used the Three Realms Teleportation twice in a row. He was already a pretty boy, but now his face is even paler.

"I can't bear it. I suffered the loss of my inexperience. Next time I say something, I have to be slow."

Raising his hands to wipe the cold sweat from his head, Liao Wenjie began to meditate cross-legged under the tree. He felt that the world was full of spiritual energy. It was not the end of the Dharma era, and the pattern left behind hundreds of five consecutive hairpin bends in Uncle Jiu's world.

After a while, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, stood up and looked at the misty mountains and dangerous peaks. He held a ball of starlight with his five fingers and learned the basic information of this world.

As expected, it is a world where spiritual practice is at its peak.

"Shushan, Emei Sect, Baimei..."

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and touched it. His short hair turned into long hair, and his clothes turned into long ancient clothes.

The red thread tied his long hair and tied it behind his head. He jumped into the air and transformed into a golden-winged roc to hit the sky. The golden feathers broke through the wind and clouds, and atomized smoke exploded in an instant.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three consecutive blasts, the roc fluttered its wings and landed on the top of the mountain. Its golden eyes swept across and overlooked the vast sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain.

Liao Wenjie put away the art of change and frowned at the sky. He was so arrogant that he was not struck by lightning. It was difficult for him to estimate the upper limit of the current world.

"Sure enough, we still need to manually evaluate one or two."

Liao Wenjie muttered, raised his middle finger to the sky, and waited for God to tell him the details.

Rumble, rumble————

Black clouds rolled down, the eye of the whirlpool with thunderous explosions slowly took shape, and the lightning snake spread, rushing across the sky for thousands of miles.

The next second, a lightning strike as thick as a bucket fell on the head, and hundreds of them bloomed at the same time, with an astonishing momentum.

After the top of the mountain was flattened and the entire mountain was reduced to the mountainside and level with the sea of ​​clouds, the black clouds slowly dispersed, and Liao Wenjie emerged from the scorched black earth and rock.

Earth escape technique.

The little life skills he deduced from the Yin and Yang diagram, using Yin and Yang to transform the five elements, are difficult for ordinary monks to reach heaven, but for land gods, the threshold is not so high.

Just have hands.

"What master is here to overcome the calamity!!"

In the distance, a ball of golden light approached quickly, suspended in mid-air and stopped steadily. When the golden light dissipated, an old monk wearing a yellow cassock was revealed. He had a majestic appearance, and his magic power swelled in the robe. It was obvious at a glance that he had a very high level of cultivation.

The abbot of Mount Wutai is a respected master.

This place is a hundred miles round and is the territory of Wutai Mountain. Master Zunsheng was chanting Buddha in his quiet room. He suddenly heard that the wrath of heaven and earth was unprecedented, and he was afraid that a demon would appear in the world, so he came here to confirm.

Upon seeing this, he suddenly became filled with doubts and secretly thought something was wrong.

In Liao Wenjie, he could see neither the cause and effect of the human world nor the chance of the immortal world. It was as if the other person came out of nothing, like jumping out of a stone.

But even if it jumped out of the stone, it was born and raised, and it shouldn't be nothing.

Weird thing!

When things go awry, there must be monsters. When encountering unknown monsters, you must be polite. Master Zun Sheng whispered the Buddha's name and said politely: "The poor monk Zun Sheng is the abbot of Wutai Mountain nearby. I dare to ask this immortal master where he comes from and where he practices. Which fairy mansion is it in?"

"It turns out to be Master Zun Sheng. I have heard his name for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears. When I see him today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Liao Wenjie returned the salute and said with the same politeness: "I am a poor Taoist with no family or sect. I am just a casual cultivator. I just accidentally offended Tian Yan and disturbed the master Qing Cultivator. I hope it is not strange."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Zun Sheng's face. Zun Sheng's features were straight, and his raised brows brought a fierce aura. However, because of his fluttering white beard, this evil aura not only did not make him look evil, but actually increased it a bit. majesty.

He is a powerful monk, and his relics will definitely come out of his cremation in the future.

"The Immortal Chief and all the casual cultivators have such cultivation, which really makes the poor monk feel ashamed. By the way, I still don't know the name of the Immortal Chief?"

"Three thousand miles away from the Four Brights, the clouds rise from Chicheng. The red light of the sunrise disperses and shines on the snowy cliffs."

Liao Wenjie recited a poem, touched his missing beard, and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist's surname is Yan, and his given name is Chixia. He is not very famous. Master may have never heard of him."

"The poor monk is ignorant and has really never heard of it."

Zun Sheng's face gradually turned cold. Even if a cultivator in this world ascends to the upper realm, he cannot cut off the causal connection with the lower realm. Liao Wenjie is not at all. He is clearly not from this realm. The name Yan Chixia is most likely a fake. of.

As expected...

Zun Sheng had a guess in his mind, and he summoned his magic power and said in a deep voice: "Who is the benefactor? Is it because a demon from outside the territory has come to this world?"

"???"

A string of question marks floated across Liao Wenjie's forehead, secretly thinking that he was such a powerful monk. Even though he kept a low profile and was unassuming, the other party still found out his identity as a gangster.

In addition, does "Outer Territory Demon" mean literally, or is it a unified name for outsiders in this world?

If it was the latter, he would admit it decisively. If it was the former, he would still admit it after evading it three times. It is embarrassing to say that he came in with bad intentions and came to grab resources.

If you reach out to the party, you will be strong if you are not justified.

On the other side, Zun Sheng had a complicated face and said slowly: "The poor monk has been in charge of Wutai Mountain for hundreds of years. He is trapped in a bottleneck and cannot make any progress. The inner demons breed and cause the disaster today. What methods do you have, even if you use it, the poor monk will do it." If you accept it, even if you die, you will be solely responsible for it."

"???"

Another string of question marks floated across Liao Wenjie's forehead. In the practice of this world, his mind seemed to be a little abnormal.

It cannot be ruled out that Zun Sheng is a special case, only his brain is not normal.

"Since Your Excellency won't take any action, let the humble monk offer some advice."

Zun Sheng regarded Liao Wenjie's confused face as disdain, his anger turned into nameless fire, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, and then pushed him out violently.

"Da Luo Buddha's Hand!"

Boom! !

As Zun Sheng pushed out his palms, the air surged like a wave. Amid the strong winds, thunder exploded, locking the space around Liao Wenjie and pressing down hard.

"What a great palm technique. The master is indeed a master. This slap has the meaning of defeating all methods with one force."

Liao Wenjie nodded secretly, swept his hand with his hand, bursting the space in front of him, jumped out of his palm to block it, and easily avoided Zun Sheng's attack.

"It's disrespectful to come back but not reciprocate. I have a move called 'Tathagata Divine Palm'. Sakyamuni used it with his own hands. I learned it very well. I hope Master won't make fun of me." Liao Wenjie grinned and raised his palms in front of him.

It's shameful to say that he most likes to hit monks with the Tathagata Palm.

For example, this Zun Sheng was labeled as an extraterrestrial demon when he first came up, which clearly showed that he lacked severe beatings from society. In this case, he also enjoyed the beauty of adulthood.

With one palm strike, golden light shone brightly, and an indescribable domineering palm force exploded out. In the earth-shattering sonic explosion, the explosive air flow rolled and impacted in all directions, and magnified infinitely in Zunsheng's eyes.

That's right, this palm is about compassion and truth. Although Liao Wenjie did not use his own palm movements, he added the "Mustard Seed Sumeru" spell to it. In terms of appearance, he pretended to be the genuine Tathagata. The palm is more than enough.

At least, there is no problem in deceiving Zun Sheng.

Sure enough, just as Liao Wenjie had imagined, Zun Sheng faced the golden palm directly. He was dumbfounded and froze on the spot, mouthing "Aba, Aba, Aba," and actually forgot to fight back and dodge.

boom---

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the vast sea of ​​clouds dispersed into the distance. A mountain peak a thousand meters away broke, and half of the palm print was deeply sunken at the break.

Zun Sheng was embedded in it, and his body was intact, without any scars.

A golden seal hangs above Zun Sheng's head, golden light blooms, several golden dragons circle to protect the law, and the turtle shell defense is unbreakable.

The magic weapon of Mount Wutai - the Golden Dragon Seal.

With the magic weapon to save himself, Zun Sheng was not injured, but witnessing the demon from outside the realm using Buddhist magical powers was a huge psychological shock.

Liao Wenjie looked at the golden dragons surrounding him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Master, you are lucky. I am a very big-minded person, and I especially like to repay evil with kindness. I will give you an opportunity, so keep it well."

Hearing this, Zun Sheng felt an incomparable crisis in his heart. He injected his magic power into the Golden Dragon Seal and manifested several hundred-meter golden dragons.

The wind and clouds meet, attack and defense are integrated, and the waves of the sea of ​​clouds in the distance change color.

Just when Zun Sheng was defending with all his strength and felt confident, a figure flashed in front of him, and Liao Wenjie jumped directly over the dragon formation and teleported in front of him.

"Master, look into my eyes."

"?"

Zun Sheng looked subconsciously and suddenly saw a pair of red eyes. He secretly screamed that he had fallen into the demon's poisonous scheme. However, it was too late to react. A basin of cold water poured down on his heart, and he felt an unprecedented fear.

Liao Wenjie used his magical power of 'Devil of the Heart', and red light condensed in his eyes, going straight into the center of Zun Sheng's eyebrows. His body shook wildly, his eyes lost their light, and he became confused.

Buzz buzz————

The inner demon entered his body, and Zun Sheng's ears buzzed. The inner demon that he had previously suppressed in the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness with Buddhist methods took the opportunity to break the seal, and joined forces to continuously disintegrate Zun Sheng's spiritual defense. With just one blow, He was beaten until he was unable to fight back.

Buzz buzz————

The ringing in Zun Sheng's ears was still ringing. He had been in charge of the mountain gate for hundreds of years. He felt ashamed that he could not strengthen Wutai Mountain and was suppressed by the Emei Sect. His face flashed with emotions such as joy, anger, sadness, and joy, and finally his bones crackled. There was an explosion, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and he fell straight to the ground.

The savior of the Golden Dragon Seal, several long golden dragons turned into thin snakes, spitting flames and entwining towards Liao Wenjie. Without Zun Sheng's control, the attack was rigid and weak, and Liao Wenjie waved away the golden flames.

He raised his hand to grab a few golden dragons, tied them into a tight knot, crumpled them into a ball in his hands, then threw them at his feet, catching the golden seals that fell on his head.

"Yes, it's quite heavy. Considering the weight, I won't care if your gift is too light."

Liao Wenjie shook the Golden Dragon Seal in his hand, and the fine white lines blocked the golden light. When the restriction blocked the connection between the magic weapon and its owner, the Golden Dragon Seal became dull and turned into a rusty iron lump.

After finishing these things, Liao Wenjie turned around and left.

At this time, a big hand grabbed his ankle. Looking back, it was Zun Sheng who woke up from his coma at some point.

"Master, do you have any other advice?"

"The magic power of the outside world is boundless. The poor monk has an unstable mind and is convinced by his defeat. However, the Golden Dragon Buddha Seal is the magic weapon that can control Mount Wutai. If there is no such thing, the old monster from Youquan will attack the mountain gate, and Mount Wutai will be bathed in blood."

While resisting the attack of the inner demons, Zun Sheng begged: "I hope you will show great mercy. This poor monk is willing to exchange his life for one thing, just to send the Golden Dragon Seal back to Mount Wutai."

"That's okay. Killing is wrong."

Liao Wenjie lifted his leg to break away from Zun Sheng and shook his head: "Besides, what's the point of killing you? Isn't the magic weapon fragrant?"

Zun Sheng regretted hearing this. He wanted to transform his inner demons and provoke demons from outside the realm to come to the world. Now that he has lost the Golden Dragon Seal, he can be said to be the biggest sinner in Mount Wutai.

For a moment, the inner demons in the sea of ​​​​consciousness became more joyful, and the spirit reflected back on the body. The expression was sluggish, and a few more mouthfuls of hot blood were spit out.

Then he thought that the cause of his inner demons was his own greed. He valued the reputation of Mount Wutai and lost his purity of heart. As a result, misfortune befell him and retribution was directly imposed on Mount Wutai. He said that karma will bring retribution, and he was ashamed of the master who passed the throne to him.

"The cause is with me, and the effect should also be with me. Please show mercy..."

"???"

Liao Wenjie had no idea what Zun Sheng was talking about, but he had achieved his goal. He knelt down and said with a smile: "Master, to be honest, I have just come to this world. I am not familiar with the place and I don't even have a place to stay. You are Monks are the most compassionate people, can you let me stay in the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion of Mount Wutai for a few days?"

"Ah this..."

Seeing that the matter still needed to be discussed, Zun Sheng said that as long as the Golden Dragon Seal was returned to him, he would agree to any request. However, when he heard that the demon was going to live in Wutai Mountain permanently, he immediately panicked.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"It's okay. If it doesn't work, it won't work. I'm not angry. If you don't want me to stay here, I have a place to stay. Let's go." Liao Wenjie stood up, shook his sleeves, and stuffed the golden dragon Buddha seal into his arms.

"Wait, wait, actually it's not impossible."

Zun Sheng had a grimace on his face and his bald head was covered with sweat. He grabbed Liao Wenjie's ankle and was torn between a dead end and a narrow escape. Finally, he chose to die slowly.

Just live a little longer, and maybe things will turn around.

"Master, do you understand?"

"I understand, out of compassion for the monks, Mount Wutai is willing to provide you with a place to live. However, the room is simple and the vegetarian food is hard to eat. It's better, it's better..."

"Why don't you write a letter of recommendation and let me live in Mount Emei, right?" Liao Wenjie kindly helped Zun Sheng tell him something to divert trouble.

"I don't have such evil thoughts." Zun Sheng's face turned red and he firmly denied it.

"Stop pretending to be kind and kind. Your inner demons and desires are invisible to me. You can deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive me."

Liao Wenjie knelt down again and placed the Golden Dragon Seal in Zun Sheng's hand: "Take it, this is my rent and food expenses. No matter what method you use, whether you steal or rob, I will have three meals a day from now on." Big meat, a beautiful woman will sleep with you every night.”

"This, this...the pure place of Buddhism..."

"Hey, you're still excited, then I'll add one more, and you'll have to eat all three meals with me!"

"..."

"What are you looking at, you filthy bitch? I'll go to bed alone, it's not your responsibility."