Great Dao Ji

The strong wind whipped up thousands of piles of snow.

In the wind and snow, An Qisheng looked at Zhongzhou.

As his eyes opened and closed, he seemed to be able to feel an indescribable strong aura.

Zhongzhou, Fengdu, is the best place in Dafeng.

If Huangjue Temple is the place where the fortunes of Liangzhou gather, then Zhongzhou is the place where the fortunes of the seventy-two Dafeng prefectures, many state capitals, and countless counties and counties gather.

And that Fengdu is the gathering center of the most powerful country in the world.

Its Qi is as thick as stars, and its Qi is as exciting as a real dragon entrenched.

Even though we are six thousand miles away, we can feel the profound national destiny that unites tens of millions of people and a vast territory.

"God, God, God"

Looking at the sky, An Qisheng murmured to himself.

The physical body sees that the divine body has become great, and the Qi has become the Great Zhoutian, perfect and flawless. At this point, all the gains he has gained from traveling in the two realms have been completely absorbed by him.

Internal strength, true energy, the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, blood exchange, holding elixirs, and the control of seeing the indestructible spirit. At this point, he has completely brought his body to the highest peak known in the two worlds.

No matter whether it is the great masters of Xuanxing in the past or the great masters of Jiufu Realm in the past, they will not be able to defeat him in terms of pure physical strength.

He knew this very well.

The only thing standing in front of him at this time was 'God'.

As soon as the mind moves, the body moves accordingly, moving forward slowly, like a mountain shifting.

Huhu~~~

Han Jiao swooped down, its huge dragon claws reached down, grabbed three large iron boxes in its claws, and then jumped into the air.

This cold dragon is more than ten feet long and weighs more than 200,000 kilograms. It is naturally nothing to grab an iron ingot weighing only more than a thousand kilograms.

"Taoist, Taoist! Take me, take me with you!"

The little monk Liu Ming, who was lying on the head of Han Jiao, clutching the dragon's horns, kept shouting.

Phew~

The wind and snow blew, scattering his voice in the sky.

He looked down and saw that the Taoist man was already walking away in the wind and snow.

He grabbed his spear and walked slowly.

Under the fluttering Taoist robes, his figure seemed loose, and he was carrying a heavy spear, but not a single footprint was left under his feet.

Just like that, one person shot at a time, and headed straight to Zhongzhou.

The young monk looked at him, and it was clear that his steps were gentle and slow, and every move he made was as if he were a fairy. But in his heart, he only felt that his steps were as heavy as carrying a mountain on his back.

Light and heavy coexist, yet indescribably smooth and natural.

Is this what it means to be important?

Such a thought flashed through the little monk's mind, and he felt longing for it.

As a true man, this is what you should do!

In the wind and snow, An Qisheng walked forward.

His mind was quiet, and everything seemed to be settling under the sea of ​​​​mind. All the past events were flowing under the sea of ​​​​mind without a single ripple.

Walking on foot is probably the most refreshing way to refresh your mind.

Between the vast sky and the earth, I am walking alone, as if the heaven and the earth coexist with me, and there is nothing else.

In the more than a year since he came to the floating world, he has mastered the martial arts of the two realms and has made rapid progress beyond anyone's imagination. At this time, he might as well slow down.

Speed, slowness, tightness, all are part of the scenery.

Neither is necessary without the other.

The state of mind is giving, but God is tight.

While pacing, his mind seemed to be scattered into countless pieces. Those who dreamed were dreaming, those who deduced martial arts were deducing martial arts, those who visualized, those who polished their bodies and minds, those who polished their bodies and minds, and even rested and slept.

Well organized and moving forward together.

At this point, he has reached a much higher level than when he entered deep sleep during exercise. Sleep has been completely stripped away from him.

He is awake all the time and asleep all the time.

"Amitabha."

Not long after marching, a warm Buddha's horn suppressed the roar of the wind and snow in the sky, echoing in An Qisheng's ears and heart.

An Qisheng kept walking, still pacing and looking up.

In the distance, beside the road where the wind and snow had stopped, an old monk sat cross-legged.

The old monk was very old, so old that at a glance, one would seem to see a city wall that had been mottled by many years, or an old tree that was full of insects and had lost all its branches and leaves.

But in An Qisheng's eyes, the old monk sitting cross-legged looked like a giant Buddha sitting in the temple, surrounded by fireworks.

He is not a Buddha in the Nine Heavens, but a Buddha in the human world. He is not a Buddha in this world, but a Buddha in this mortal world.

Its aura is as powerful as a mountain. Sitting cross-legged, the wind and snow between heaven and earth seem to have disappeared.

The avenue is empty, but it gives people the illusion that there is no way to go.

There is no need to say more about the person who can give him such senses here and now.

"The master finally showed up to meet me."

An Qisheng was not surprised.

In fact, the two of them already knew about each other's existence when he set foot in Huangjue Temple.

However, if he doesn't show up, An Qisheng will naturally not take the initiative to look for him.

Just like if he doesn't want anyone to see him, no one can find his traces.

The old monk's eyes were very cloudy. Looking at An Qisheng walking towards him, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Until now, it's hard for the old monk to believe that a person's body can be so powerful."

Heaven, earth and people.

Between heaven and earth, one person walks alone.

In his induction, the aura and blood energy of the person in front of him had reached an incredible level.

In other words, at this glance.

Only heaven and earth can compete with him for the sense of existence, and all other things in the world seem to have no attention from him alone.

"The master's divine will is also earth-shattering."

An Qisheng finally stopped and looked at the old monk 999 feet away, and couldn't help but admire him.

Just as mountains and rivers have always been there, some people see trees, some see flowers, some see birds, animals, insects and fish, but only a few people can see the true colors of mountains and rivers.

Just like this old monk, some people saw that he was aging, while others saw that his membranes were loose, his face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was covered with age spots.

But in his induction.

But it is a blurry and empty place, with a heavy divine will as big as the sky.

How much better is God's will than that of the Red Sun Dharma King?

Even if he had just completed his horizontal training, had the divine weapon in hand, and his combat power was much stronger than when he killed the divine pulse, he was not sure that he could defeat the old monk.

A peerless master who has been cultivating for nearly three hundred years, the leader of the righteous path who ranks third in the weapons spectrum, and the Arhat who killed all living beings in Huangjue Temple, rested.

The old monk sighed softly:

"It's just a few more years of life, nothing special."

After a few words of greeting, An Qisheng said calmly:

"Master, what is the purpose of coming here this time?"

"Nothing else, I just want to see you."

The old monk's eyes flashed with ripples, and he said word by word:

"Master Wang Quan!"

Wang Quan?

Royal power?

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and he heard something strange in the old monk's words.

Inadvertently, he thought that since he went to Huangjue Temple, no matter whether it was Sanyin or Sankong, he would call himself 'Taoist Wang Quan' instead of 'Taoist Wang Quan'.

He didn't think about it carefully at the time. After all, the accents in each major state were different, so he might have called him wrong.

But it wasn't until this moment that he understood.

They were not wrong.

"Living for a long time has some benefits."

The old monk didn't seem to notice An Qisheng's change, and said to himself:

"Be able to experience many things that others cannot experience, and also be able to see many things that others cannot see."

Deep in An Qisheng's eyes, a trace of water-like white light appeared in the picture.

He breathed out slowly and asked as if nothing happened:

"What did you see?"

“Saw a lot, a lot”

The old monk put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant:

"It's just that I can't say it, I can't say it."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's so mysterious, but it's also very boring."

"How can the old monk be so mysterious after living for such a long time? It's just that he can't say it out loud and no one can hear him."

The old monk smiled dumbly and stood up slowly.

He looked at An Qisheng carefully and sighed:

"It's a pity that I'm too old and won't be able to see that day."

There was a hint of ancient desolation in his words, some pity, some hope, and some envy.

He seemed to have a lot to say.

But in the end, he just sighed and turned around and walked into the snow:

"All actions are impermanent, and what is alive must come to an end. If there is no birth, there will be no death. This cessation is the most blissful."

Before the words could be heard, the old monk had disappeared into the wind and snow.

Just as you don’t know how to come, you don’t know how to go when you go.

An Qisheng stopped in the wind and snow and seemed to have no intention of catching up and asking.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed:

"If you don't tell me, then I won't know?"

While laughter floated, he also stepped into the wind and snow.

Liangzhou, Liutai Fucheng.

Liutai Fucheng is the closest Fucheng to Huangjue Fucheng.

In the early morning of this day, as soon as the city gate opened, a man came from Juechen.

I saw the wind and snow roaring, the man running like a dragon, the snow behind him rising high, like a roaring wind dragon.

He's incredibly fast.

All the soldiers guarding the city were shocked, and passers-by and merchants all tried to avoid him. If they couldn't avoid it, they would fall over and their goods would fall to the ground.

"Come on, stop whoever is coming!"

Some soldiers guarding the city issued a warning and stepped forward with weapons in hand.

On the city wall, the guarding soldiers drew their bowstrings and crossbows, and also issued warnings.

"The Grand Master's Mansion is doing business, and no one can stop it!"

Ji Ba roared loudly, but his speed did not slow down at all.

The words echoed loudly, knocking over countless trucks, swinging away the Changge swords of the guarding soldiers, and rushed into the city.

"Grand Master's Mansion?"

Many soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Ji Ba rushed into the city, turned over several streets in an instant, and rushed into an inconspicuous tofu shop.

"Who?"

In the tofu shop, swords were unsheathed and fighting broke out.

More than a dozen figures rushed out at once, making cold shouts.

"Ji Ba of the Grand Master's Mansion, I'm here to borrow the Golden Feathered Eagle of the Jinyi Guards!"

Ji Ba's voice was like thunder, and his true energy exploded, knocking all ten people to the ground.

Then, he took out the token of Taishi Mansion.

"Grand Master's Mansion?"

The expression of the Jin Yiwei spy who was knocked to the ground changed. He took the token and checked it, and immediately fell to his knees:

"Jinyiwei secretly spied on Sikong Tuo, He Chengshuang has met the Lord!"

"Hurry up and bring the Golden Feather Eagle out. It's urgent!"

Ji Ba's chest was rising and falling, and his breath was so boiling that he was about to explode. He had no intention of chatting with them.

Golden-feathered eagles are very rare, and there are often only one or two in a large state. He traveled all day and night and crossed three cities before arriving here.

Even with his Qi and body, he couldn't bear it anymore.

But he knew that this matter was too important. If he was too slow, he would be beaten to death by the Grand Master.

"Yes, yes."

The expressions of several Jin Yiwei spies also changed. What could make a Qi Master master change his expression like this?

Immediately, two people had fetched pens and ink, and one person went to invite the Golden Feathered Eagle.

Not long after, a golden-feathered eagle soared into the sky.

It made a light sound and flew away like an arrow, heading straight for Fengdu.

Its message raft was as red as fire, and its meaning was urgent!