Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 743

   "The Golden Crow Zhenyu on the top of Taishan Mountain, thousands of miles of rivers are like dragons."

  Jiang Wang has never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he has guessed about the existence of a dragon, imagined the appearance of a dragon, and seen the pattern of a dragon.

  Every time he saw Changhe, he would think that this is a living dragon. Winding through the vast earth of this world, showing greatness to everyone who sees it.

  Jiang Wang flew over this "land in the vast sea", flying over this snowy silver training dance on the earth.

  In this place, you can already see Tianmayuan from a distance.

  In my ears is the roar of the river, and life and freedom are in front of my eyes.

  Jiang Wang only felt that the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and his mind that had been suppressed for a long time was clear.

  Sauvignon Blanc is eager to try it in the sheath. He almost wants to sword dance over the long river. He uses the roar of the "ancestral river" as a song, and uses the high dome as a platform to let heaven and earth be the audience, and he can relax his chest.

  There is a dim light in my mind, a new understanding is brewing, and it only takes an opportunity to capture it...

  At this moment, Jiang Wang's whole body was streaked!

  He felt a great fear stemming from the instinct of life, and the shadow of death instantly covered his soul.

  He turned around and drew his sword!

  The magnificent sword intent rushes into the sky, and Yao corrects the sword.

  He saw a slap!

  An overwhelming slap that covers everything.

  The sword light suddenly disappeared.

  Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but he was stiff in the sky, unable to escape. Can't move.

  The footsteps of death have already stepped on the door.

  Clang!

  The palm fell, hitting an ancient bronze bell, and it made a long chime.

  Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light, dazzled, as if entering a world of golden light, and then the bell rang magnificently, as if surrounded by the sound of supreme Zen.

  Vaguely heard the Buddha sing magnificently, and said-"If I smell it!"

  Then the golden light dissipated, and the world reappeared.

  A bronze bell slowly turned and shrunk, and fell into the hands of a ragged old monk in front of him.

  He hangs in front of him, with his back facing Jiang Wang and facing forward.

  He is not tall, he can even be called skinny.

  He doesn't have any high temperament, and the monk clothes on his body are already in tatters with blood stains.

  From Jiang Wang's perspective, you can see his dirty back neck and the back of his head, which is not very clean. Dark wrinkled skin can be seen in the hole in the monk's clothes.

   But his voice is very prestigious--

   "The disciples step back and let them be teachers!"

   is the old monk of Kujue who has not seen him in months.

  Over the painful feeling, Jiang Wang only saw the previous master of the horrible slap-that was a middle-aged man with a poor face, but between his brows and eyes, his majesty diffused.

   Before a simple slap was hit, the sword's power had collapsed, and the cultivation bases of the magical powers of the two houses had no room for resistance. At this age and appearance, appearing at this time, his identity is naturally ready to be revealed.

  Now the lord of Zhuangjing community, Zhuang Gaoxian!

  "Do I smell the clock?"

  Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, obviously also a little surprised: "I wonder which master of the Xuankong Temple is in person?"

  He tacitly missed Ye Lingxiao, leaving Du Ruhui behind, chasing him all the way to Longhe, and finally catching up with the murderer who assaulted Dong A.

  I saw that it was such a young boy.

  His person was able to involve the Bone Evil God and the Wild Tomb of the Ten Thousand Realms, which had already surprised him very much. What he didn't expect was that he found out that he was still related to the Xuankong Temple after chasing Changhe!

  He clearly heard that the old monk claimed to be "a teacher".

  The disciples of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism, how could they have anything to do with the Bone Evil God and the Desolate Tomb of the World?

  Almost immediately, he thought of countless conspiracy possibilities, and his thoughts turned sharply.

   "Cough!"

   Kujue faces Zhuang Gaoxian, and his back faces Jiang Wang.

  He knows that only a back is the most stalwart image, so he never looks back.

  He fights his injuries and breaks the wind forcibly in order to get here in time to save his beloved disciple.

  After so much hard work, the image must not be lost at this time.

"Your good eyesight!" He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said in a majestic manner: "Standing in front of you is the future Buddha of Pure Land, the next abbot of Xuankong Temple-Master Kujue! In the future, he will establish a golden body for all generations. , You will prove the bodhi good fruit in the future. Who are you, dare to move Buddha's disciples?"

  Zhuang Gaoxian frowned even more.

  This old monk said weirdly, but it was all about "future", "next", "future", and "future", and none of them were actually implemented. It's crazy, gibberish.

  But it happened that I can't do anything about the clock, and his cultivation of a real person in the world can't deceive people.

"I am the lord of the mountains and rivers of the Zhuang state. I am stamped by the Jade Jing, and the kingdom of the imperial Dao!" Zhuang Gaoxian said in a cold voice, "The master, you said that the culprit who assassinated my deputy prime minister of Zhuang State is your disciple of Xuankong Temple Can I understand that you are going to declare war on my Taoist gate on behalf of the Xuankong Temple?"

  Zhuang Gaoxian can only represent the country of Zhuang, but it does not prevent him from taking advantage of the status of Dao vassal country, and at this time raise the flag of Dao Men Tiger.

   "I don't even know what you are talking about!"

  The old monk was so slippery that he naturally refused to be fooled. He sneered, then scratched and squeaked his nest again: "I am a disciple, who has always been good-natured. That is to sweep the floor to injure the life of the ants and love the moth gauze lamp. You say he kills people? I don't believe in killing chickens!"

  Not only did the old monk not believe it, but Jiang Wang himself did not believe it either.

  As far as the momentum of his sword qi is soaring, it is too much to say that he dare not kill chickens.

  Of course Zhuang Gaoxian could not believe it.

  He stretched out his hands, showing his domineering: "So, does the master really want to do it?"

  The old monk is not slippery, and he doesn’t tell whether this boy is the murderer or not. That makes no sense. Under this circumstance, the wrangling of you and me is equivalent to giving up on the hunt. And of course he would not give up after such an exhausting pursuit.

   is not enough to involve the opposition between Buddhism and Taoism, so it is the most suitable choice to extract both Zhuang Guo and Xuankong Temple and talk as real people in the world.

  So he only asked, is it a war! It is precisely to weigh the weight of this old monk and what extent he is willing to protect the murderer.

  I laughed bitterly. Although his clothes were in rags and his injuries were unhealed, he did not show weakness, arrogant and domineering: "The monks take compassion as their heart. The Buddha advises you to turn back as soon as possible!"

  At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an eager voice in his ears: "This guy is tying his hands, run away first!"

   Regarding the arrogance of suffering, Zhuang Gaoxian laughed angrily, and only said: "Okay!"

   no longer restrained, immediately waved up.

  Thousands of miles of clouds are surging, and the river is shaking under your feet.

   "There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you can find it!"

   Kujue loudly shouted, magnificent. With the palms together, a golden "swastika" Buddha seal is born out of thin air and rises in the wind. It's like a golden wall, firmly blocking the front.

  Two real people in the world are fighting on this long river.

   And Jiang Wang didn't hesitate, turned around and flew quickly.

   Suffering from a long journey to rescue him, it is impossible for him not to be moved.

  But he knew very well that with his current strength, there was no chance to influence the battle of real people in this world.

  Quickly leave here, so that Kujue doesn’t have to worry about him and has the opportunity to get out of the fight.

  It is the most stupid hypocrisy to insist on staying here and living and dying with suffering.

  Apart from touching oneself and dragging others down, it has no meaning.

  (End of this chapter)