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Chapter 51 Good and evil are repaid, the way of heaven does not repay, the poor monks come to repay!

Over the Guangling River.

The old sword god walked on the sword.

"The gate of heaven is closed?"

The old swordsman was a little stunned. Before the gate of heaven was opened, it dissipated into the heavens and the earth, and no one was seen ascending, nor was the immortal immortal.

The old sword god was still wondering, but he saw a golden light streak across the sky, the sky seemed to be divided into two, and then, several lightning bolts fell.

The scorching sun is scorching hot, the sun is in the sky, but there is lightning and thunder!

For a time, there was a gust of wind swaying between the heavens and the earth, torrential rain and tornadoes came, and the Guangling River seemed to be cut off by an invisible heavenly knife!

Heaven and earth are a miracle.

"Isn't it the immortal of Linfan?"

The old swordsman looked at the golden light flying from the horizon to the west, as if he was facing a great enemy.

However, feeling the incomparably familiar Buddha aura, the sheepskin-furred old man looked away at Jin Guang and said in horror, "Dao Ji?!

The old swordsman was shocked even more, because he also tasted something else on Li Xiuyuan's body.

Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism!

The three seemingly contradictory and unrelated breaths all converged on one person. The old swordsman stared blankly in the direction where the golden light left, thinking what the heck is this?

The luck of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism is really going to merge into one on the body of that crazy monk?

As the old swordsman was thinking, there was another change in the horizon.

Blue, blue and yellow three divine lights hang down from the sky,

Go straight to the golden light.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, who had gone thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye, suddenly felt something in his heart, and then he clasped his hands together as if he were blessed.

"Amitabha!

As the Buddha's horn was sung, the golden light first entered Li Xiuyuan's eyebrows, his body suddenly swelled, and a thousand-zhang-high Buddha Dharma added to his body.

"Subduing the Dragon!"

Venerable Arhat's pair of divine eyes burst out with golden light, and the two dragon patterns lingering on his chest suddenly appeared, and the thread of the Buddha beads on his chest cracked, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads lingered on the top of the head of the Luohan Dharma body!

Such an astonishing vision has already moved the heavens and the earth, and a golden beam of light connects the heavens and the earth, clearly visible from thousands of miles away!

However, the dharma body behind Li Xiuyuan is still changing, two auras, one blue and one blue, plummet down from the Nine Heavens and merge into the golden body of Arhat!

Li Xiuyuan's eyes gradually became clear and clear.

Yuhang City made three wishes before, and now it is giving back to him in some way!

This side of the Heavenly Dao, turned into a azure light, is the Daomen True Qi!

The justice of this world, turned into a blue light, is the righteousness of Confucianism!

Good and evil in this world turn into a golden light, which is the self of the Shi family!

The three auras embrace each other and entangle each other 703 times. At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, the three paths merge into one!

Immediately afterwards, a system sound also appeared in my mind——

[Ding, congratulations to the host for integrating the three religions into one!]

【The degree of fusion is increased to 20%!】

[The cultivation base has been upgraded to - Half-step Heavenly Man! 】

At this moment, there is a natural wonder, but I see a young monk hanging in the sky with a vajra eyes behind him; there are three rays of light gushing out from behind the monk, turning into a real dragon in the nine heavens!

The three real dragons shuttled among the clouds, swept across the Guangling River, and a literati climbed up the Yueyang Tower and looked into the distance. I don't know who saw the three real dragons at a glance. It seems that there is still one person standing on the dragon's head?

"Is there really anyone?"

Soon, a group of literati who climbed up Linjiang exploded. The news spread like crazy, and many literati crowded in front of the window, dunking and dancing in the sky.

When the three real dragons roared past their heads, many literati felt a sense of loss in their hearts.

It is said that literati and literati lead the way, but now it seems, what can be compared to the immortals who are free in the sky?

Huishan Daxueping,

The middle-aged scholar and a girl in purple stood on the edge of the cliff, but it was the scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng and his daughter Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

"Father, didn't Master Daoji say that there are no dragons in this world?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was still stunned by this unseen sight for a thousand years, suddenly turned black, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Master Daoji told you that there are no dragons in the world, but he disappeared for more than a month, but this one ran away on a dragon himself?

Who is he talking to?

The clouds and mists in the sky are stacked, like a Buddha sitting in a cloud looking down at the common people, Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the direction of Daoji's departure, it seems that someone is going to be unlucky...

Da Li Shangyin Academy,

A hunched old man was sitting on the steps in front of the academy with a broom in his hand, and his turbid eyes were also full of energy at the moment.

"You don't lose the style of Lu Zu back then.""

Lu Zu rides a crane, Daoji steps on a dragon! Eight hundred years in the world, vicissitudes of life.

He has noticed this mad monk since the shocking battle on Mount Hui, Xuanyuan Jingcheng has come back to life, he has since cut the cultivation base to give up the position of Confucian sage, and achieved Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Today, I see Li Xiuyuan asking for the integration of the three religions, and the old man will disperse his qi and luck to help him.

After all, in this world of Confucianism and Taoism, he has the eight fights alone!

Seeing Li Xiuyuan stepping away from the dragon, a touch of relief appeared on the old man's face unconsciously.

"Have you been half a step away from heaven and man... This old man wants to see who the immortals in heaven dare to point fingers to the world after today. 55

At this moment, the old man seemed to sense something, took a deep breath, leaned on the steps in front of the academy and fell asleep.

The old man smacked his lips, as if he was in a dream and whispered: "This world is so charming, I really want to take another look..."

At this moment, Huang Sanjia, who was in the south of the Yangtze River, was holding the scroll in his hand, but suddenly he felt something, and he didn't even know that the bamboo slip in his hand fell to the ground.

After a long time, he got up in disappointment, and then bowed deeply in the direction of the academy.

"Disciple Huang Longshi, respectfully send Master!"

Mount Landa.

Compared with the Central Plains, the sky in the Western Regions is much clearer, and the wind blows the wild land with a bit of vastness and roughness.

The river winds like a jade belt on the vast grassland, and a few yaks are grazing leisurely.

The foot of the mountain in the distance is also an emerald green ocean, and on the horizon, it seems to be the end of the world, and the mountains are majestic and magnificent.

The setting sun slanted westward, and was about to sink into the mountains. At this moment, on the most majestic mountain peak in the mountains, the sun fell on it, not only coating the entire mountain with a layer of gold, but also the holy white on the top of the mountain. Temples and pagodas are also more holy and solemn under the reflection of the setting sun.

That is Mount Landa, the holy mountain of Buddhism.

Excluding the servants, there are only three hundred monks in Mount Landa, and the three hundred are divided into three sects. Two sects occupy the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain, and there is a Guanyin Cave on the mountainside, which is the dharma field of the Six Pearl Bodhisattva.

Landa Mountain has its own set of methods for practicing meditation and enlightenment, and everyone is an ascetic.

And this almost masochistic way of practice also makes Landa Mountain one of the two holy places of Buddhism in the world.

Three hundred Buddhas, all entering the vajra!

However, today's Landa Mountain is extraordinarily quiet, and there is no Buddhist chanting.

In the tower forest behind Landa Temple on the top of the mountain, densely packed monks are standing in front of a Buddhist pagoda, their hands clasped together, and their faces are even more solemn.

It is also rare for the three sects on the mountain to gather together.

Among the pagodas, what is enshrined is the sacred relic of Mount Landa, the Buddha's bone relic of the first ancestor.

However, just recently, the Buddhist bone relic, which had been enshrined for thousands of years, was torn into several pieces. After the monk who was responsible for the daily inspection of the offering found it, the clock on the mountain rang loudly.

At that time, the first-generation Patriarch did not want to become a Buddha, so he voluntarily sat in the mortal world to protect Mount Landa, leaving only a phalanx relic.

Before his death, the Patriarch of Landa Mountain also made a great wish that if one day Landa Mountain was in trouble, the relics he left behind would crumble and serve as a warning to the monks on the mountain.

In fact, given the status of Landa Mountain in the Western Regions, no one dared to invade Landa Mountain for thousands of years.

Even if the countries in the Western Regions are fighting each other, they dare not spread the war to Mount Landa, the holy place of Buddhism in the Western Regions.

Apart from this reason, Mount Landa's own defenses are also impeccable. The Zen formation formed by three hundred Buddhas can completely cover the entire Mount Landa. There is also a Bodhisattva and two living Buddhas sitting in the seat. to cheap.

"Host, there is a major disaster in the temple, and the Patriarch Relic has also warned me. Although I have already prepared for Landa Mountain, I have to be very careful." There has also been speculation.

Li Xiuyuan made a big noise in the Central Plains, and even the Western Regions felt it.

Landa Mountain had reached a tacit agreement with several other Buddhist schools before, and secretly set up a plan to deal with Li Xiuyuan, and even the six-beaded Bodhisattva of Landa Mountain was the initiator.

But who would have thought that Li Xiuyuan could temporarily put aside the battle with Wang Xianzhi and go to Mount Landa to provoke him?

"Although I can stop the land gods in the Landa Mountain Protector's Formation, but now Liuzhu has not yet returned to the mountain, there is one less person in the formation.

The hoarse voice of the hundred-year-old Dharma King came, looked at the white-browed old monk beside him, and said, "Perhaps, it's time for him (cbcc) to come out of the mountain.

"Amitabha, that person has stayed in my Landa Mountain for 40 years, and he is still karma today, which is quite appropriate.

Hearing that, all the Buddhas on the mountain do not know why, and all the monks are worried about the matter of Taoism. At this moment, the Buddhas of the two schools on the mountain are talking, and listening to the meaning of their words, it seems that there are some unused cards?

But after thinking about it carefully, I don't remember that there is still such a person in Landa Mountain, who can replace the eye of the Six-beaded Bodhisattva?

I want to come to have a Buddhist Dharma cultivation base.

But apart from the Buddha heads of the three sects, although all three thousand Buddhas entered the vajra, they have never attained the right fruit.

When the monks were stunned, they heard the white-browed old monk speak again: "So, the poor monk will go to find him."

Seeing the old monk with white eyebrows walking towards the top of the mountain, the monks couldn't help looking at each other. It seems that the trump card of Mount Landa really exists?

Thinking that this white-browed old monk is the righteous monk on Mount Landa who claims to have never said a single word of lies in a hundred years, the monks feel a lot of peace of mind.

The old monk climbed all the way to the top of Mount Landa, and the Temple of Landa stands on the golden top, but what he is now on is the real highest point of Mount Landa.

Snow-covered, there is an adobe here that has been in prison for nearly forty years.

The old monk swelled his infuriating energy, and with a slight push with one hand, the wind blew in an instant, sweeping away the snow on the top of the mountain, revealing a man-made trace drawn on the rock.

The trace encloses the soil embryos in a circle; and the top of Landa Temple is covered with granite, and this trace alone shows that the person who left the trace back then had extraordinary strength.

"You should wake up."

The white-browed old monk said in a deep voice.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement on the mound, and the next moment there was a golden light on the top of Landa Mountain, and it was unknown whether it was the afterglow of the setting sun or the light emanating from the adobe.

The adobe was cracked like a clay Bodhisattva, and a golden body of a human Buddha appeared in it!

The white-browed old monk looked at the changes of the adobe indifferently, and saw the mud and dust falling to the ground. At first, it was an indiscernible small change, but in the ears of the white-robed old monk, it was like thunder.

The golden light gradually reached its peak, and then returned to the bottleneck, a figure appeared in the adobe!

There was still inexplicable silence on Mount Landa, and the man in the adobe slowly opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the endless vitality of this world was like a hundred rivers entering the sea, constantly rushing towards the figure in this adobe!

The white-browed old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light that had just subsided was blooming again at this moment! It was extremely bright.

The great sun shines brightly!

The withered old monk who appeared from the adobe looked at the white eyebrows in front of him, and his eyes suddenly shot out.

"When I wake up...when I dream..."

The withered old monk's voice resounded like a male lion, resounding through Mount Landa, and then he saw the old monk caress himself with a palm, and the whole person seemed to be awakened by the caress. Suddenly appeared in the body, and the skinny old monk's realm followed straight into the land of gods!

"Amitabha!

Bai Mei sighed softly and chanted a Buddha's name.

Liu Songtao, the former leader of the demon sect, came out today!

However, just as the skinny old monk was empowering himself, he seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and he suddenly held his breath and looked to the horizon.

From above the nine heavens, the tiger roars and the dragon roars!

The skinny old monk took a closer look, but saw the sea of ​​clouds in the eastern sky surging, and a real dragon came meandering!

Above the real dragon, the Buddha sits cross-legged, and behind him is the golden figure of arhats sitting cross-legged on the clouds.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the terrifying aura of this Buddha, and the aura between heaven and earth was surging like hot boiling water.

As if the world could not tolerate this terrifying figure.

coming!

The white-browed old monk's pupils shrank slightly, and the centenarian Dharma King in Landa Temple had already entered into meditation, with a peaceful expression on his face, but the guards of the Buddhas around him were horrified, and their backs were already soaked in cold sweat.

"Zen Zen!"

The hundred-year-old Dharma King suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes!

Using the Buddha's lion's roar, the voice of the Dharma King is like rolling thunder, resisting endlessly over Mount Landa!

hum-

A buzzing sound rang out, and was shaken by a lion's roar from the Dharma King. Only then did the three hundred Buddhas in Landa Temple come back to their senses, all of them with solemn expressions, all sitting cross-legged on the futon, and the Buddhist Diamond Sutra reverberated between heaven and earth!

Immediately afterwards, a light golden light mask slowly condensed on the periphery of Landa Mountain, like an upside-down sea bowl, shrouded in the sky above Landa Mountain.

Beimang, Liangchan Temple.

The monk-faced Buddha on Nagarjuna went to Zen, and his face was ashamed.

In order to protect the two Zen temples, he, a well-respected monk in the rivers and lakes, violated his original intentions and created oral karma!

When Li Xiuyuan stepped into the three sects, Nagarjuna knew that all the plans of Buddhism had been seen through by Li Xiuyuan.

And Nagarjuna knew that the moment the calculation was put in front of Li Xiuyuan, the Liangchan Temple was destined to endure the wrath of this true Buddha.

Boom one by one

Suddenly there was a dull whistling sound from the horizon, and thousands of monks from the Liangchan Temple looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment.

A wine gourd came from Yuhang, thousands of miles away.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cold moonlight sprinkles on the two Zen temples, adding a bit of desolation.

But at this moment, the wine gourd in mid-air keeps growing, obscuring the moonlight and shrouding the sky over the Liangchan Temple!

Nagarjuna monk looked at the wine gourd that appeared in the sky in horror, and his heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley!

"Master Daoji, everything is planned by poor monks, and has nothing to do with the monks of my two Zen temples!""

The monk Nagarjuna wants to stand up, run a terrestrial immortal cultivation base, and fight against the wine gourd on the horizon!

However, as soon as the Nagarjuna monk got up, it seemed that a mountain was pressing on his shoulders, the floor tiles crumbled under his feet, and the ground collapsed along with it!

At this moment, with the Nagarjuna monk as the center, an invisible force smashed out a deep pit of dozens of meters!

In the deep pit, the old monk had bloodstains all over his mouth and nose, he couldn't move, he could only support it with his teeth!

Great Song, Shaolin!

Abbot Xuanci looked at the temple that had been blown down by the strong wind and the towering ancient tree that had been uprooted, with a disastrous expression on his face.

In mid-air, every time a huge palm fan fell, a monk screamed and was swept into the air!

Xuanci looked sad and panicked and screamed in the direction of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion: "Please also ask the Patriarch to take action and protect my Shaolin! 35

In front of Mount Landa, Li Xiuyuan looked coldly at Mount Landa under the golden light, and said word by word:

"Good and evil are rewarded, the way of heaven is not rewarded, and poor monks are rewarded!"