Great Dao Ji

Between the clouds and the sky, a dragon is coming.

Before anyone arrived, the sound of wind and thunder could already be heard in the sky.

Such a high-profile appearance naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Huangjue Temple.

Although there are alien beasts in Jiufu Realm, for most people in the martial arts world, they remain at the level of legends. In other words, for most people, these alien beasts and spiritual birds are just like most people in Xuanxing. The Tianchi water monster in their eyes was like a water monster, and they didn't even know whether it existed or not.

When everyone looks up at the sky.

While the clouds were rolling, An Qisheng was overlooking the Huangjue Temple.

It's like several mountains were hollowed out and many temple complexes were dug out. It occupies a huge area but doesn't feel loose. The overall structure is like a giant Buddha sitting cross-legged on the plain.

Gorgeous.

An Qisheng had to admit that in his past and present life, and even in these days when he came to Jiufujie, Huangjue Temple was the building that made him feel the most beautiful.

This is the pinnacle of architecture in the world.

The thousand-year foundation can be seen from this.

"Wait for me here."

It's okay to come by a dragon, but if you drive straight into it, the meaning is different.

He's not here to play.

After giving the order, he jumped up and jumped down from a height of hundreds of feet.

The violent air flow roared in and violently collided with the Gang Qi surrounding An Qisheng's body. It roared all the way down, leaving a scorching column of air in the sky that burned violently and lingered for a long time.

boom!

Spread like thunder.

In front of the gate of Huangjue Temple, smoke and dust were everywhere. The monks who had been waiting here early were caught off guard and were all blown away by the strong wind.

Everyone's expressions changed.

But not before they hit.

Sanyin had already stepped out, and the voice followed:

"Prince Wang Quan is here, but he is welcome from afar!"

As An Qisheng's reputation has risen, many of his information have already been known to many major forces and sects, and naturally they also know his Taoist name.

"Thank you."

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves slightly, and the rising smoke was completely suppressed by an invisible aura.

No matter how turbulent the air flow is, there will no longer be any dust.

"The poor monk Sanyin, Sande is my senior brother. I would like to thank the Taoist Master for avenging my senior brother."

Sanyin looked solemn, bowed and saluted:

"I dare not forget my great kindness. Senior Brother Abbot and Master Fuxin are waiting for Taoist Master to arrive at the martial arts arena. Please."

"All actions are impermanent, all dharmas are selfless, Nirvana is peaceful, and the name of the Buddha is good."

An Qisheng climbed up the stairs with a soft praise.

Feel the vicissitudes of this thousand-year-old ancient temple slowly and slowly.

People have gods, mountains have spirits, and everything has its own unique traces.

As his mind stretched, An Qisheng could even feel the strong traces in this ancient temple as he walked.

That's because too many masters have been born in this ancient temple. Over the years, a unique aura, or magnetic field, has even been born.

The place where all the luck in Liangzhou gathers is the Huangjue Temple.

"The Taoist priest also understands Buddhism?"

Sanyin was slightly surprised.

"Know a thing or two."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

While the two were talking, all the great monks looked at An Qisheng curiously.

Obviously, he already knows that this is the most famous ‘blood demon’ recently.

However, thanks to Yun Haitian's light, the entire Huangjue Temple knew An Qisheng's character. In particular, his killing of Feng Qingxuan was tantamount to avenging the seven teachers including San De.

The attitude is naturally much friendlier.

An Qisheng noticed it, and his attitude was naturally more gentle.

He has always been tougher on those with a tough attitude and more friendly on those with a friendly attitude.

The ancient scenery of Huangjue Temple is full of the breath of time, and An Qisheng is not busy walking around, slowly feeling the precious spirit accumulated over the years.

This feeling is very strange, as if the mountain is enveloped by Buddhist charm, and an invisible aura makes him feel peaceful.

It was even more like an old monk who had gone through many years and was pouring out Buddhist principles to him.

If ordinary people live there for a long time, it will even have the effect of prolonging life. It is almost a Taoist temple in the true sense.

He was a little surprised.

Sanyin who followed him was even more shocked.

He felt another strange aura from this Taoist priest, and when he got closer, he even felt like he was being washed away.

This is similar to the aura of divine veins, but it is paradoxical.

It is more similar to the aura exuded by Huangjue Temple.

‘Where this person is, is there an aura? ’

Inadvertently, Sanyin was shocked beyond words.

His attitude became more relaxed.

Based on this alone, this Taoist priest is worthy of his current reputation, and there are even few rumors in the world.

Phew~

After walking around the corner, the view suddenly widened.

What followed was an overwhelming sight.

In the spacious martial arts arena, thousands of Huangjue Temple monks all looked at An Qisheng.

Eyes are the windows to the soul.

A person's eyes often reveal his soul.

There is a "witness" skill in Neijia's boxing. Jiufujie's eyesight has been opened, and there are even deeds that can scare ordinary people to death at a glance.

Naturally, it is impossible for all the thousands of people on this martial arts field to have the Eye Sutra open.

But those who have practiced martial arts for a long time have extremely strong aspirations.

At this time, when I looked over attentively, its power was even greater than the power of a volley of thousands of arrows on the battlefield!

This may be a return gift from the many great monks in this martial arts field to An Qisheng coming on a dragon, or it may be a show of force.

But An Qisheng seemed unaware, and his steps did not change at all.

But the mirror in his soul hung high, and he felt a deeper spirit in the thousands of eyes.

For thousands of years, Huangjue Temple has been cutting down mountains and mountains every day, creating this foundation step by step. Every monk, from the bottom of his heart, is not comparable to the monks who chant sutras and worship Buddha on Xuanxing.

Such a spirit, such aura.

It was more refreshing than fighting on the battlefield, so he couldn't help but relax his spirit.

Buzz~

There seemed to be ripples spreading in the void.

As An Qisheng walked, the eyes of thousands of monks in the martial arts field all went dark, and then lit up again.

In this instant, the Taoist who stepped forward seemed to turn into a luminous body emitting infinite light!

In a daze, they seemed to see a majestic portal standing tall in the sky. It was desolate, brilliant, and impossible to look directly at.

“Huangjue Temple is indeed worthy of its reputation!”

At the edge of the martial arts arena, An Qisheng spoke lightly.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to bring everyone's spirits back to reality, and all the visions seemed to disappear.

"good."

Fuxin gave a soft compliment and looked at An Qisheng with slightly bright eyes.

"The Taoist Master has a good will."

The old monk's three white eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but praise him.

People who practice martial arts are extremely determined. Any monk in the martial arts field can be frightened to the point of collapse by a single glance. Focusing on one spot is a method that can kill people invisible.

Although this is a teaching test, it is also a level of temptation.

If a person's Qi is promoted by absorbing the inner strength of others, under such a test, he will inevitably become confused and even become obsessed and die.

An Qisheng seemed unaware that even one person's spirit could compete with thousands of warrior monks, so he knew that his spirit and will were among the best in the world.

"That one is the Huangjue Bell?"

An Qisheng didn't pay attention to the admiration of several people. His eyes turned and fell on the Huangjue Bell.

Divine weapon!

At a glance, An Qisheng could tell that the bell, which weighed millions of kilograms, was a magic weapon.

But that is not the magic weapon of one person, but the magic weapon of the entire Huangjue Temple.

If the center of Liangzhou's luck gathering is Huangjue Temple, then the place where Huangjue Temple's luck gathers is the Huangjue Bell!

In his perception, the big yellow bell was not only the core of the entire Huangjue Temple's luck magnetic field, but also the place where Huangjue Temple's thousands of years of prosperous martial luck gathered!

What a mouthful of Huangjue Bell.

An Qisheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, and then disappeared again.

This bell is undoubtedly the best magic weapon he has ever seen, both in terms of luck and material.

It is a pity that this bell is the gathering of the spirit of Huangjue Temple's luck and martial arts. If it is not a person from Huangjue Temple, it will not only have no benefit, but will also be counterattacked.

In fact, if you are not a Buddhist, if you want to ring this bell, you may have to endure the oppression of Huangjue Temple's thousand-year martial arts.

This pressure is probably much more terrifying than the weight of the bell itself.

‘So you’re waiting for me here. ’

An Qisheng had a thought in his heart.

The little monk is quite a thief.

"Yes, that is the Huangjue Bell."

The great monk Sanyin took a step forward and said:

"This bell is made from mineral veins collected from thousands of peaks. It weighs 9.99 million kilograms! When this bell was cast, there were tens of thousands of blacksmiths and craftsmen involved, including our emperor. With the help of all the monks in Jue Temple, it took twenty-three years to complete.

It has been two hundred years now! "

Faced with such a bell, An Qisheng could only nod and praise: "It's amazing."

A bell weighs five thousand tons.

In the face of such a creation, who can not say something amazing?

An Qisheng had seen in his life that only the Central Plains Buddha that he had seen on Xuanxing was heavier than it. That Buddha weighed 18,000 tons.

"This bell is difficult to ring. There are only five or six people in our Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell over the years."

Abbot Sankong said with a smile:

"Now this bell has not been rung for fifty years. If you two can ring it, it will be a great thing."

"not busy."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

"Does the Taoist Master regret it?"

Fu Xin was slightly startled.

"That's not true!"

An Qisheng smiled, looked deeply at Fu Xin, and said: "You want to bet with me, if I lose, I will destroy Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Sutra, a magic skill that is so shocking that ghosts and gods will weep, then I win,

Little monk, what bets do you have for me? "

"Shocking the heavens and weeping ghosts and gods?"

Fu Xin couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and chewed it again. Although he felt that the words were exaggerated, he couldn't say anything.

Could it be said that this spirit-stealing demon skill is worthless?

So what does the Longxiang Dharma Temple that was destroyed count?

After thinking about it, I had to say:

"Both my master and my disciple have nothing to offer. If the Taoist master likes something, just take it away."

Huiguo suddenly interrupted the master:

"Except my donkey!"

Fu Xin suddenly realized something and added: "And my donkey!"

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All the great monks were stunned and didn't know how to express themselves for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

An Qisheng snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

With a flick of his sleeves, he made a gesture to leave.

Fu Xin's expression changed and he could only call out to An Qisheng:

"What kind of bet does the Taoist want, just say so?"

"You said that?"

An Qisheng turned around.

"I said so."

Fuxin thought to himself that he would definitely win, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Not to mention that his golden body was ranked first in Henglian's divine pulse, but the Emperor's Awakening Bell itself rejected any true energy outside of Buddhism. This meant that An Qisheng was destined to have greater true energy or physique if he wanted to defeat him. More than five times more than myself.

This is impossible to lose.

"good!"

An Qisheng smiled.

You plot against me, and I plot against you.

The reason why he never mentioned the bet before was also due to his own calculation.

Compared to the master and apprentice who had nothing but donkeys, Huangjue Temple, which had dominated the state for more than a thousand years, was naturally much richer.

The relationship between Longxiang Dharma Temple and Huangjue Temple was unknown to others, but he knew it.

The founder of Longxiang Dharma Temple is the disciple of the old monk who founded Huangjue Temple. The two are of the same origin, and their relationship is much better than others know.

When An Qisheng smiled, Fu Xin knew that he had been fooled, but now that the matter had come to this, he could only agree:

"May I ask, sir, what kind of bet do you want?"

An Qisheng smiled and said nothing, but looked straight at Huang Jue Zhong.

"No"

The expressions of Fu Xin and all the great monks from Huangjue Temple changed.

But I heard An Qisheng speak slowly:

"I want to make a magic weapon."

Divine weapon?

Fu Xin suddenly understood the purpose of this old Taoist priest.

This is dark under the lamp.

An Qisheng's strength was so incredible that he even forgot that he needed a magic weapon.

"The Taoist Master came prepared."

Before Fuxin could speak, Sankong shook his head and spoke:

"Not to mention the bet between the Taoist Priest and my senior brother, just because of the Taoist Priest's work in slaying demons in front of Chivalrous Gate, our Huangjue Temple should repay him a little."

He took two steps forward and pointed at the Huangjue Bell:

"If the Taoist Master can ring this bell eighteen times, I will make the decision on behalf of my senior brother. Huangjue Temple will provide all the gold and iron that the Taoist Master needs for the magic weapon!"

Eighteen times?

Many monks in the square were in an uproar.

It is rumored that there are five or six people in Huangjue Temple who can ring the bell, but these five or six people refer to the five or six people who can ring the bell in the two hundred years since the bell was cast!

Today, there are only three people in Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell, including the ancestor from the back mountain!

Except for the ancestors, the rest of the people can ring this bell nine times at most.

Eighteen times, and still have outsiders do the knocking?

This is simply impossible.

Fu Xin was also smacking his tongue in his heart. He didn't expect that this junior brother, who was kind-hearted and cruel, was more ruthless than him and pushed the difficulty to the limit!

Eighteen times, I am afraid that there is only the ancestor from Huangjue Temple in this world.

For the rest of them, even Pang Wanyang wouldn't be able to do it!

"good!"

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng agreed without thinking.

Fu Xin's heart thumped as he saw An Qisheng jump up and step in front of the bell tower!

Everyone looked attentively.

I saw the Taoist standing with his big sleeves fluttering, not even touching the bell hammer.

He just took a step on the bell tower and threw his arm towards the bronze bell.

The next moment, everyone's expressions changed.

Just listen to an extremely clear and long roar, accompanied by the earth-shattering bell, echoing between heaven and earth:

"one!"

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