First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 88

2021-09-04

What if Chapter 88 has no taboos?
Under the night, corpses everywhere across the field, the rich blood energy attracts old crows to hover.

Zhao Qi and the others, who watched this slaughter battle from the beginning to the end, broke out in cold sweats, feeling as if their spines had been pulled away.

Seeing Yang Yu approaching, he knelt on the ground without bones:

"Yang, Ye Yang is mighty..."

One of the Iron Sword Sect's Everyone was even more drenched in cold sweat, shocked, regretful, and happy in their hearts.

Fortunately, this murderer didn't have a violent outburst before, otherwise, they would be afraid that the bones would be eaten up by wild dogs.

“Yang Yu…”

In the prison car, Guan Shanshui was holding on to the chains, and his heart was full of wonder.

'Four elephant arrows! Four Elephant Arrows! He actually learned the four elephant arrows! '

Guan Shanshui was shocked beyond words.

Although he was wearing a pipa bone, his eyesight was still there, how could he not recognize Yang Yu's previous arrow technique movements that were exactly the same as Liu Wenpeng's?
But how is this possible? !
Not to mention that Liu Wenpeng doesn't have the habit of keeping secrets at all, but he does. It's only been a few days, how could he have such an arrow technique?

Yang Yu walked up to the middle-aged scholar after he took off the joints of the bandits that had almost collapsed in front of him, and ordered Zhao Qi and the others to clean up the battlefield.

This gang of bandits is extremely fierce, even more fierce than the thirty bandits before Black Mountain City. If he hadn't killed the one-armed bandit, I'm afraid it might not collapse.

"Oh, hehe. hahaha!"

Seeing Yang Yu walk in, the middle aged scholar suddenly burst into laughter.

Yang Yu looked at him coldly and said nothing.

'Why didn't he ask? '

The middle aged scholar laughed wildly for a long time, seeing Yang Yu just looking at him coldly, he was short of breath and coughed a few times, his face was very ugly.

"Don't laugh anymore?"

Yang Yu picked up the Pig Slaughtering Blade and patted it lightly.

"I only ask once."

Yang Yu's eyes were cold:

"Why ambushed me?"

"We , Yes, because Changliu Mountain issued an interception order, saying that if you capture you, you can join Changliu Mountain. It's not that we want to kill you, yes, Changliu Mountain!"

The scribe felt bitter in his heart, no Dare to hide it, and reluctantly say the entire process of development.

A little more than a year ago, a decree of gathering righteousness in Changliu Mountain spread on Qing State Green Forest Road, calling on Qing State heroes to gather in Changliu Mountain to discuss the future.

But Chang Liushan is not what anyone wants.

If you want to worship Changliu Mountain, you must submit a certificate!

And this certificate, including the Qing State military academy lieutenant, state officials, and many counties including Montenegro.

"...We didn't have the guts to provoke the Qing State army, and we didn't dare to loot the county seat. We had already thought about escaping to another state, but suddenly we heard Xiao, ahem, you have been added to the registration form.

The lard has been blinded for a while, and will come to attack you."

The scribe's face was ashen.

The bowels of regret in my heart are all green.

Although he thought that this little catcher was not simple, who would have thought that a little-known little catcher in a small border town could be so cruel?

Knowing this, he would rather flee to another state to fight with other people on the Greenwood Road than face this murderer.

"Changliu Mountain? Name certificate?"

Yang Yu frowned, but guessed that Changliu Mountain might have something to do with Liansheng Sect.

Include yourself in the nomination list, just because you sabotage their plan to conspire to Montenegro?

Or is it because of that dao fruit?
With thoughts flashing in his mind, he asked again:

"Changliu Mountain is nothing but bandits, you are not even afraid of Imperial Court, why do you listen to what Jilong Mountain says?"

Qing State has six prefectures and nearly 100 counties. The area can be said to be huge. It takes a year or two to go back and forth from east to west. Jilong Mountain is so arrogant and forced to be unable to go out of the mountain. What qualifications does it have to order Qing State Green Forest Road?

"Also, it's not because Xu Wenji is coming to Qing State."

The scribe gnashing teeth has an indescribable fear.

Xu Wenji's intention to come to Qing State suddenly spread some time ago, and it was precisely because this great character was coming that forced them to find a way to join Changliu Mountain.

"Xu Wenji."

Yang Yu knew this.

Xu Wenji, born in Constable, walked from the county seat to Gyeonggi step by step, stepping on the bones of countless thieves at every step.

His reputation is in Qing State, which is only separated from Yun Prefecture by a 'Da Tao River', more than just like thunder piercing the ear?
Including the scribe in front of him, in the green forest road of Qing State, there is no one who is not afraid of this Master Xu.

That makes sense.

“en?”

Yang Yu wanted to ask other questions, and his heart suddenly moved.

Ambush?
Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, he dismantled the scribe's joints with his backhand, then hung the broken knife around his waist, and just a little under his feet, he was already stepping on the wind and flying away.

Between the walks, he exerted his strength with his feet, stretched his arms, and pulled the iron essence bow into a full moon, shooting an arrow into the gloomy night.

When!
Like a yellow bell, it exploded with a crisp sound.

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and in the darkness, two monks, one old and one young, came out from behind the bushes, folded their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Yu's eyesight is very good, and he can recognize the young monk even from the distance.

He actually became a monk?

Whoosh!
The thought flashed in his mind, he put away his big bow and stopped at a distance of more than ten meters between the two.

Sweeping his eyes, he landed on the old monk, and a great sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Anyone who is a Martial Artist, whether young or old, has blood energy far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he has the method of hiding his blood, he will show it to some extent.

This old monk looks like an old eggplant, with no blood energy at all.

But there was a sense of secrecy in his heart.

This monk is a great expert.

"Old monk Hui'an, I have seen donor Yang."

The old monk folded his hands together and said with a smile:
"The donor is really an unparalleled warrior, with five sensitive senses, I really have to admire it."

"Donor Yang, we meet again."

Su Ming, or Liu Qingqing also put their hands together.

“Master Liu Young.”

Yang Yu returned a salute.

Although Liu Wenpeng said that death cannot wipe out the crimes.

But he can't stand it if he kills Lao Tzu and makes people salute him.

"The past has been broken, the monk's name is Suming."

Suming's eyes are a bit complicated.

At this moment, he couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart.

Remorse?

Hate?

Thanks?

Or envy?

All kinds of emotions are rolling in the heart, Liu Qingqing tastes it silently, should be envious of more, right?
Traveling the world with swords, hoeing the strong to help the weak, catching the lawless, beheading thieves.

I'm envious...

"I heard before that this group of murderers wanted to embarrass officials.

The old monk Hui'an said softly:

"It's just that there are all kinds of obstacles, killing is the first. After the donor Yang, you should be more cautious."

"Master is merciful. , but I won't be able to learn it."

Yang Yu thanked him at first, but didn't take it seriously:
"There may be helpless innocent people who occupy the mountains and the grass, but the ones who should be killed are not. It's more. Besides, this group of people are all coming to the door, so how can I wait to die?"

"The donor Yang asks himself, you are killing so viciously. Is it to maintain the law, or is it How about enjoying the pleasure of killing?"

Hui An took a deep look at Yang Yu and sighed:
"Does the donor know the origin of the saying 'Xia uses martial arts to violate the ban'?"

"The thrill of killing..."

Yang Yu brows slightly wrinkle:

"What's the Master's opinion?"

"The world's martial arts come from There are two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. And the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are enlightened by Heaven and Earth. Power of Heaven and Earth is vast and boundless, people are small, and it is inevitable that they will lose their original heart.

This is martial arts The way is hidden in 'Yi Jin', 'Yi Gu' and 'Blood Exchange', the deepest 'Easy Soul'."

"'Easy Soul'?"

Yang Yu I was shocked.

He has heard similar words from Wei He.

The way of martial arts, the strength of muscles and bones is only one of them, and the change of temperament and spirit is the foundation.

Cowardly, martial arts will become brave.

Those who are soft will become stronger by practicing martial arts.

He pondered that his changes seemed to be really great. More than two years ago, he was still a good law-abiding teenager.

Although I still abide by the law, I seem to have no taboos in my heart...

"Donor Yang is an extraordinary natural talent, with a strong and fierce power between his fists and feet, this is you The good fortune is also the 'calamity' that you must face!"

Huian sighed slightly.

“Master is alarmist right?”

Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

Every day people live, there is a day of experience, and changes will naturally follow.

Not only martial arts, but similar sayings exist in various schools. For example, Confucianism also has a saying of 'the spirit of poetry and writing is self-proclaimed'.

Practicing literature and martial arts, or other various ways, is itself a process of reforming oneself. This is what the monk said.

To him, it would be more correct to say 'growth'.

"Perhaps?"

Yang Yu didn't ask, Hui An glanced at Su Ming, but still explained the solution:
"If you want to get your heart right, there is only one way. Dharma, then, is 'holding the precepts'!"

"holding the precepts?"

Yang Yu slightly startled, somewhat unexpectedly.

"Does the donor think that the precepts of Buddhism and Taoism are only for the purpose of cessation of desire? In fact, the precepts are for the true heart."

"Legend, Lianxian Buddha has clear rules and precepts, Spiritual God has rules and regulations, does the donor think it's just a coincidence?"

"As far as I can tell, believe it or not, it's up to the donor himself."

Having said this, Hui An no longer said any more, and casually pressed on the Su Ming monk's robe, and stepped into the night.

A few shifts have gone a long way.

Only the sound came from far away.

“To gain the power of Supreme, 'you have to surrender your heart’!”

“Submit your heart, surrender your heart…”

Yang Yu paused for a long time , chewing the old monk's words in his mouth.

The argument of surrendering his heart, he saw more than once.

There have been similar words in the rank map of Kuixing, the myths and quirks discovered by Lianshengjiao, and the tidal theory of Sanxiao Sanren.

At that time, he didn't care too much in his heart, but when he heard the old monk speak again, an indescribable throbbing rose in his heart.

Before this, he had never thought that there is such a saying about the rules and precepts of Buddhism and Taoism.

Just, according to the meaning of the old monk's words.

is it possible that the legendary gods, gods and gods are also lost?

"Keep the precepts?"

After a long, long time, Yang Yu put down all the distracting thoughts, let out a long sigh, and turned to the carriage.

He came from a past life to study the Fa, and he has his own bottom line and morality in his heart.

Apart from this , what if there are no taboos?

Good night everyone. By the way, I pushed a book "This passerby is too calm" on the scene of the 100-meter race on the sports field of the Games. Why does a photographer run faster than a professional athlete with a cannon that weighs dozens of pounds.

At the scene of the severe tornado disaster in Oklahoma, why did a photographer calmly take a photo with the oncoming tornado.

When the fighter jet took off, the fast-rotating propeller swept low, bringing up the wind and sand that almost lifted the top of the head, why a radio reporter and photographer reported enthusiastically.

In the cool extreme sports scene, why did the photographer ride a bicycle and carry a cannon behind the athlete.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Chen Mo, who was interviewed, was at a loss, he was just afraid that he would not be able to get involved, and he was just shooting material crazily.

As long as a person does one thing well in his life and achieves the ultimate, it is Legendary.