Great Dao Ji

In the middle of Liangzhou, a thousand years ago, there was no one living there, and it was a bad land full of miasma. Now it has become a fertile plain with thousands of miles of good fields.

There are stone roads in all directions between the plains, and there are rivers flowing from many mountains for irrigation.

Many towns and villages are prosperous.

On the edge of the plain, outside the mountains and forests, some martial artists who were driving beasts into the mountains suddenly looked up.

Above the sky, a black shadow pulled out a long airflow and flew past quickly.

Then, what poured into the ears was a series of sonic booms that sounded like thunder.

"Is that the polar cold dragon? Blood Demon, An Qisheng."

"Blood Demon!"

"For more than a month, he has ridden the dragon across the mountains and driven back most of the beast tide. It seems that he is not doing what the legend says."

A crowd looked up at the sky, some envied, some sighed, and so on.

In any case, the most popular person in the world today must be this nearly 100-year-old Taoist priest.

Huhu~

Among the clouds, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the dragon head, overlooking the vast plains on the earth, and couldn't help but sigh:

"With such a foundation, it's no wonder that Huangjue Temple has not declined for a thousand years."

Liangzhou is one of the largest states in Dafeng, with a radius of 3,000 miles, which was originally a dangerous place that could not be cultivated.

A Huangjue Temple has opened up almost one-third of Liangzhou, which is no less than the achievement of expanding territory for any dynasty, so the court is naturally friendly.

You must know that Dafeng has a total radius of less than 70,000 miles (slightly smaller than the Earth King), and the smaller states are not even 1,000 miles in radius. The land opened by Huangjue Temple is enough to be a state.

Compared to the size of the two Fusang countries in Xuanxing.

With such an achievement, how could the courts of all dynasties not be close to it?

And the land opened up is so large, and it is rented to refugees at very low rents. How many people are there?

This move is more popular with the people.

In addition, it has a long heritage and many masters. It not only accepts masters to shave their heads, but also accepts lay disciples. The network of people is the widest.

The combination of the three has created the status of Huangjue Temple for thousands of years.

"Liangzhou is surrounded by mountains and there are few wars. With the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, there are even fewer bandits. Although these monks are not pure, they do not oppress more. They are more clean and honest than the court.

No wonder Huangjue Temple is so famous."

An Qisheng sighed.

He admired the old monk who opened Huangjue Temple.

For thousands of years, the inheritance of the military master has been cut off, but the inheritance he left is still in full swing. How can it be a simple thing?

He couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

If I open up a sect, how will it compare to that old monk?

Huhu~~~

The air whistled past, and in the air whistling like a steel knife, An Qisheng was thinking quietly about himself.

With this cold dragon as a means of transportation, it is needless to say how fast it is, but it gives him more time to practice.

As his eyes half-opened and half-closed, the essence of various martial arts flashed through his mind.

After the Qi channel is fully developed, there is actually no gap until the divine channel.

He has already achieved the "spirituality" of martial arts or the divine in the fist when he created the free-hand starting style "Nantianmen".

In other words, he has already reached the peak of Qi channel.

After summarizing the "Zhanxiantai", he can forge the divine channel at any time, if he can forge a divine weapon.

"Unfortunately, the divine weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King is not suitable either."

An Qisheng held two objects in his hand.

One is a string of relic beads, which carries a strong meaning of the wheel of Dharma, and the other is a ring.

This red-red ring is the magic weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King, and it contains the breath of the Great Sun Divine Gang.

Magic weapons are not cast casually.

The so-called God is not an empty finger, but refers to the "God" of a person. To cast a magic weapon, it is necessary to integrate it with spirituality and combine it with God. Only in this way can it withstand the baptism of thunder when the Yin God leaves the body.

In this way, it can slowly absorb the masculinity of thunder and cleanse the essence of "God".

Although he has also practiced the Wheel Method and the Great Sun Divine Gang, it is not suitable to use them as his own magic weapon.

And the materials of these two are too rare.

What he wants must be a thick and long spear. The ring and the Buddhist beads really don't interest him.

"Magic weapon, magic weapon"

An Qisheng whispered to himself.

He promised Fu Xin to go to Huangjue Temple. In addition to the fact that the wrestling made him a little interested, he also wanted to see whether there are the spiritual materials he needs in Huangjue Temple, which has opened up many mountains and preserved many rare treasures and irons.

Even if he didn't follow the path of Taiyin Wuji, magic weapons were indispensable. He was also very interested in the legendary portal of heaven and man.

Huh~

In the turbulent airflow, he closed his eyes slightly, moving his true energy while entering his dream.

His qi meridian network was too complicated, and 99% of the martial arts in the world were not enough to bring out his full strength.

Whether it was free-hand fighting, horizontal training, Gangqi, Qinggong, or the wheel method, they all needed to be re-deduce and evolved.

Practicing martial arts was never about getting closer to martial arts, but about making martial arts more suitable for oneself.

With dreaming and heart learning, An Qisheng had enough confidence.

Even if he re-deduce a more complete system based on many martial arts in this world, he had enough patience.

How could he be worthy of such a great fortune as entering the dream world just by copying others' ideas?

Huangjue Temple.

Liangzhou, the first sect in Dafeng.

Together with the Wheel Temple and the Six Hells Demon Sect, they became the leaders of the three paths of righteousness, evil, and evil.

It is better than the big sects such as Jishen Sect, Worshiping Moon Villa, Zhen Gang Dao, Dalongmen, and Wanjian Villa, and it is even stronger than the Beggar Clan, Twelve Links Wu, Tang Sect, Shen Dao Hall and other sects. Too many.

Huangjue Temple is located in the Qianli Plain. It was originally a high mountain and was carved out over many years.

This temple occupies a huge area, and there are countless temples on each floor. The young monks who go to each hall to light incense every morning even have to use dragon horses to get there.

It can be said to be extremely grand.

At this time, it was almost dawn, and on a straight road, two people and two donkeys came walking in the dust.

"Thousands of years of accumulation can't be compared with that of our Longxiang Dharma Temple."

Looking at the extremely magnificent temple in the distance, I couldn't help but sigh.

The accumulation of being the leader of the righteous path for more than a thousand years is unimaginable to ordinary people. On this land, dynasties have changed five times before Dafeng, and the once powerful dynasty disappeared.

Huangjue Temple still exists.

Even the luck is as good as ever.

"It's like a country within a country."

A trace of surprise flashed across Huiguo's face.

"There is nothing wrong in saying this. Any large sect is like a country within a country. It is no wonder that the Dafeng court wants to collect the world's weapons. If a Huangjue Temple launches an attack, hundreds of thousands of monks and soldiers can be raised in an instant. Liangzhou Many people will definitely gather together.”

Fu Xin said half a sentence, then shook his head to stop:

"There is no need to say these words. The relationship between Huangjue Temple and my sect is not bad, and there is even more kindness."

Huiguo nodded.

It is said that the Dayu Spear Master from seven hundred years ago was a lay disciple of Huangjue Temple. It is true that Huangjue Temple was kind to them.

"Let's go and see Master Ikkyu."

Fuxin said softly.

The master and the disciple urged the donkey forward, heading towards Huangjue Temple in a leisurely manner.

As we get closer, we feel the solemnity and grandeur of Huangjue Temple more and more.

At this time, it was just getting dark.

When the two arrived, the middle door of Huangjue Temple opened immediately, and many monks filed out and descended a hundred feet from both sides of the steps.

"I don't know that when the abbot of Longxiang Dharma Temple arrives, he may not be welcomed from afar, but may not be welcomed from afar."

In the middle gate, before anyone arrived, the sound like a bell had already broken the silence, spreading for miles, showing the deep inner strength of a person.

The two masters and disciples led the donkeys over, and several tall and burly monks walked out of the middle gate.

"It turns out to be Master Three Seals."

Fu Xin gave a slight salute.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The great monks jumped up together and had already descended hundreds of steps. The leading monk heard this and returned the greeting:

"How can I be called a master in front of you?"

"Senior Brother Abbot is already aware of your letter. Please come in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Sanyin smiled slightly and waved his arms in greeting.

"This time it's trouble."

Buxin responded with a smile.

Then, the master and the disciple, surrounded by a group of monks, followed the great monks into Huangjue Temple.

The trees in Huangjue Temple are towering, and the air is filled with the smell of burning incense. From time to time, you can hear chanting scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.

The martial arts practitioner was not slow in his steps. Not long after, he had already walked ten miles away. At this time, his sight suddenly opened up, but he had already arrived in front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

This place is extremely empty. At this time, there are thousands of capable monks who are boxing and shouting loudly under the leadership of a skinny old monk.

The entire martial arts arena here is a piece of green steel rock that has endured thousands of years of wind and rain.

Qinggang rock is famous for its hardness and thickness, but at this time it left deep footprints.

Not far away, a large bell hangs high on a stone platform. The skirt of the bell is engraved with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. There are countless inscriptions hidden on the bell wall, which seem to be Buddhist scriptures, but also like Buddhist scriptures. It's a martial arts secret book.

This big bell is extraordinarily large, bigger than a house. It is golden in color, as if it were made of gold and copper, and is full of desolation and depth.

But it was the Huangjue Bell.

"Amitabha."

When everyone came here, they didn't take a second look, they just heard a low chant of the Buddha's name flowing out from the main hall.

A short, thin, old monk with white eyebrows floated down.

Come to the square.

"I've seen the abbot before!"

Except for the many monks who were practicing martial arts, the other monks all bowed down.

"I'm too busy with trivial matters to welcome you from far away. I hope you will forgive me, senior brother."

The old monk saluted slightly.

"What's the crime in coming here uninvited?"

Fuxin shook his head and flashed.

Longxiang Dharma Temple has a close relationship with Huangjue Temple. Although he has a body with divine veins, he does not dare to accept Sankong's gift easily.

"But I don't know if Master Ikkyu can come out of seclusion?"

Fu Xin asked again.

Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple. It is said that he has lived nearly three hundred years, which is longer than the founding of Dafeng.

The two hundred years of peace and tranquility of Huangjue Temple in Liangzhou were also won by him in a bet with Taizu Dafeng.

"The Patriarch is in seclusion in order to prepare for the battle with Pang Wanyang. Senior brother has made the decision and agreed to what he asked for."

Sanbai raised his eyebrows slightly and answered.

"Master is really going to have a decisive battle with Pang Wanyang?"

A solemn look appeared on Fu Xin's face.

Being of the same divine vein, he knew exactly what this meant.

Has Pang Wanyang reached this point?

"For decades, Pang Wanyang has been ranked No. 1 in the world. He has cultivated a profound momentum and has cultivated the War Demon Heart Sutra to an incredible level."

Sankong sighed softly:

"A few months ago, he wrote a letter in his hand, which was so stirring that the Patriarch was moved by it. He let out a thundering Buddha's voice all night long before it was wiped out."

Speaking of this.

The faces of several great monks around him also became solemn.

That night, the sound of Buddha shook the sky without stopping, and the collision caused many monks to tremble.

"No, he has reached this point."

Fu Xin was amazed, but felt that it was natural.

Pang Wanyang had already cultivated Taiyin Wuji decades ago, and was known as an unparalleled genius from the Six Hells Demon Sect, an unparalleled hero who defeated all the demons in the world in one fell swoop.

It seems to be a matter of course that such a person approaches Tianmen.

"After the Patriarch saw the man's handwritten letter, he remained silent for a day. Then he wrote a letter and sent someone to the Six Hell Demon Sect. The Patriarch did not tell the specific details, but just shook his head. He went into seclusion the next day and has not come out to this day."

Sankong's eyes were serious.

He has been practicing martial arts with Yixiu since he was a child. He is said to be the ancestor and the master. His life and death battle naturally touched his heart.

"Master Ikkyu has personally issued a letter of challenge, so I think he is confident."

Fu Xin could only say one word of comfort.

"I just hope that the Patriarch can succeed in conquering the demons, otherwise, the world will be in trouble!"

Sankong didn't talk too much about this matter. He changed his tone and asked:

"It's really unbelievable that with the golden body of senior brother, he actually wants to compete with others. That Taoist has not yet become a god, but he is already so powerful?"

"Such a character is something I only see in my life."

Fu Xin slowly uttered eight words and then looked up as if his heart was moved.

All the great monks also looked at it.

I saw a dragon winding its way between the rolling clouds in the sky.

On top of the dragon's head, the Taoist stands with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair moving accordingly.

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