The heavens: pushing across all realms

For a moment, Feng Ji couldn't understand this strange situation.

If everyone here is lucky, then forget it.

But why do certain people have such strange luck?

And what exactly do these fortunes represent?

Duan Yu is a dragon, Jiumozhi is a golden-winged roc, and Abi is a strange figure that looks like a half-god and half-human.

Are these strange lucks related to cultivating immortality?

"Wait a minute, the Six Meridians Divine Sword can cut off one's own luck, but can it cut off the luck of others?"

Feng Ji's heart moved, thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Jiumozhi beside him.

His mind moved slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand and tapped lightly.

Pfft——!

There was a vibrating sound in the air.

Everyone was startled and quickly turned to look at Feng Ji.

Jiumozhi reacted the fastest, turned his head and glared, raised his hand and slapped Feng Ji.

A burst of scorching hot air spurted out from within the palm.

Flame knife technique!

Bang!

The sword qi collided with the sword qi, causing a muffled explosion.

However, Feng Ji's inner strength was extremely strong and he had reached innate perfection.

With this Six Meridian Divine Sword, he directly shot through Jiumozhi's flame knife, and with a pop, it shot into Jiumozhi's shoulder.

In an instant, Jiumozhi let out a groan of pain, stepped on the boat hurriedly, and suddenly jumped into the water.

But before he could fall into the water, he suddenly stepped on the river surface again.

Bang!

The waves rolled, and he jumped onto the shore in an instant!

Fortunately, it was not too far from the shore at this time, otherwise Jiumozhi was not good at water and would have fallen into the water, which would have been extremely troublesome.

Feng Ji did not pursue him, but his spiritual consciousness covered his eyes, staring at Jiumozhi.

Seeing Jiumozhi fall onto the shore, he looked solemn.

Because his eyes were not looking at Jiumozhi, but at the luck of the golden-winged roc on Jiumozhi!

The moment the Six-Pulse Divine Sword hit the opponent, he immediately noticed that the golden-winged roc bird was shaking slightly, and a layer of golden light was scattered, as if it was injured.

Moreover, Dapeng seemed to glance at Feng Ji intentionally or unintentionally.

That look was cold, heartless, and extremely terrifying!

Feng Ji felt enveloped in hostility and almost took action to kill Jiumozhi!

He took a deep breath, and the innate energy circulated in his body.

On the shore, Jiumozhi stared at Feng Ji, his eyes full of confusion and resentment.

He didn't seem to understand why Feng Ji suddenly took action.

Feng Ji ignored it, and the people next to him also reacted.

But neither Cui Baiquan nor Guo Yanzhi spoke. They just took a deep look at Feng Ji and distanced themselves from Feng Ji.

On the other hand, Abi, who was punting the boat, had a look of curiosity on her face and asked, "Hey, did you have any issues with that great monk?"

Feng Ji glanced at her and said, "Miss Abi, have you ever seen a monster like a golden-winged roc?"

Abi was stunned and didn't understand why Feng Ji asked this.

He bit his red lips and said, "The golden-winged roc? That's the Garuda bird in the Buddhist family."

"Why do you ask?"

Feng Ji's heart moved. Although Abi was a maid, her knowledge seemed to be quite extensive. He asked again: "Can you tell me in detail?"

Abi said: "Volume 19 of the Chang Agama Sutra states that there are four types of Garuda: egg-laying, viviparous, wet-born, and metamorphosis. The oviparous Garuda can eat the egg-laying dragon, and the viviparous Garuda can eat the egg-laying dragon. It can eat viviparous and oviparous dragons; the wet-born Garuda can eat wet-born, oviparous and viviparous dragons; the transformed Garuda can eat transformed and other types of dragons.

According to Volume 1 of the Sutra of Awakening the Buddha's Samadhi Sea, this bird was able to feed on dragons as a result of its karma. In Jambudvipa, it could eat one dragon king and five hundred little dragons in one day. "

"In the Mahayana scriptures, this bird is one of the eight major tribes. It is listed together with gods, dragons, asuras, incense gods, music gods, yakshas, ​​rakshasas, etc. in the assembly seat where the Buddha preaches."

"Hehe, I also read it from the scriptures. I don't know if it's right. Master wants to test me, so don't make fun of me."

Feng Ji's heart suddenly shook when he heard her mention words like 'eight tribes', 'celestial beings', and 'dragons'.

He suddenly closed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness turned sharply, and he began to think quickly.

"Heavens, dragons, the eight tribes...the eight tribes of heaven and dragons!"

Feng Ji's heart was pounding with excitement, and he felt that he seemed to be infinitely close to the truth of this world!

It seems that this world is shrouded in a hazy mystery.

If it were treated as an ordinary martial arts world, it would definitely suffer a big loss!

"I broke through from Yitian World to seek immortality. This world has a mysterious pull on me. It must not be an ordinary world! To seek immortality, this world must exist."

"But in this world, Buddhism is prevalent. Since there are cultivators of immortality, will there be some cultivators of Buddhism?"

Feng Ji carefully recalled various plots in the world of "Dragon Movie".

"Could it be that there are some people in this world that fit the theme of novels and movies, and coincide with the fate of the eight tribes of Buddhism?"

"Why did Mr. Jin name this novel "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" when he first started writing it?"

"What's the connection between this?"

…

For a moment, Feng Ji's thoughts changed rapidly, and he kept thinking deeply about the relationship.

He vaguely felt that if he could figure out these things, he might be able to find some truth about this world.

Maybe it can unlock the method of cultivating immortality.

Seeing that he was silent, Abi frowned and thought. She couldn't help but feel bored, so she ignored him.

I was holding the boat pole and singing a ditty. After a while, I saw a small island appearing in front of me.

There are pavilions and pavilions on the island, shaded by willow trees.

Looking from a distance, a corner of the cornice is exposed among the green willows.

When the boat approached, Abi said: "Everyone, please go to the island."

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi heard this and landed on the island.

Feng Ji also opened his eyes, suppressed his thoughts for the time being, and boarded the island.

There are four or five scattered houses, built on an island or a peninsula.

The house is small, exquisite and quite elegant.

The word "Qin Yun" is written on the plaque of the small house in a very elegant style.

Cui Baiquan said: "Is this the Yanziwu Shenhe Village?"

Abi shook her head and said: "No. This is the place where the young master gave me to live. It is a small place and cannot accommodate distinguished guests. If you want to visit my young master, I can't make the decision. I have to ask a few of you to wait here while I go." Ask Sister A'Zhu."

Everyone was silent. Cui Baiquan and others were a little dissatisfied. They secretly thought that they were also famous figures in the world, but they were looked down upon by a little girl.

But then I thought about why I should argue with a servant, so I stopped talking.

Everyone followed Abi into the house and came to the hall.

Then a male servant brought tea bowls and pastries and served them one by one.

Feng Ji was not interested in these and asked: "Miss Abi, do you have pen and ink? I have something that I need to draw. I hope you can give me some advice."

Abi was surprised, glanced at Feng Ji, and said, "Master, wait a moment."

Then he turned around and ordered someone to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and at the same time said: "What do you want to ask, Master?"

Feng Ji didn't say much. At that moment, his spiritual consciousness enveloped his eyes, and he looked at Abi's back and began to draw the strange pattern covered by luck.

He was not a very good painter, so he could only barely draw that thing.

While he was painting, Guo Yanzhi on the side had long been impatient. He stood up suddenly and shouted: "Where is Murong Fu? Tell him to come out. My master Ke Baisui died at his hands. I will take revenge today no matter what!"

Before Abi could speak, she heard an old voice coming from inside the house.

I saw a staggering old woman walking out slightly tremblingly, saying, "Abi, who is this, yelling, do you understand the rules?"

Feng Ji didn't even look up, knowing that this was A'Zhu pretending.

Before he even raised his head, he smelled a delicate fragrance.

This fragrance is different from the fragrance of flowers, it seems to be a woman's body fragrance.

He has seen countless women, but few have such body fragrance. He also smelled a trace of it on Abi just now.

But I didn't notice it at the time, and now the aroma became more alluring.

Now I looked up. When I looked at it, my eyes suddenly froze and my writing stopped.

But I saw that the fragrance really came from this woman.

But what surprised Feng Ji was not the fragrance on this woman's body, but the fact that behind this woman, there was also a cloud of luck monsters.

The appearance of this monster is almost the same as Abi's, but both the color and thickness are much higher than Abi's.

Feng Ji's expression became solemn.

At the moment, he subconsciously looked at the previous servant. There was no luck in him.

"This woman is one of the many heroines and is Qiao Feng's sweetheart. It is not unusual to have such luck. But what kind of luck does she represent?"

Feng Ji's brush moves like a dragon and a snake, and he draws patterns very quickly.

He had been emperor for many years and was familiar with Taoist classics, but he rarely dabbled in Buddhist classics.

Just because most Buddhist scriptures have the effect of preaching and brainwashing, although Feng Ji is not brainwashed, he is too lazy to read more.

He doesn't practice Buddhism, and he doesn't practice Buddhist martial arts, so he is naturally not interested.

The Ming Dynasty was in his hands, and he respected Taoism. Shaolin had such a bad impression on him that he had no good impression of Buddhism as a whole.

Although he could recognize that Jiumozhi's luck was that of Garuda, one of the eight tribes, he really didn't recognize the luck of Abi and A'Zhu.

While thinking here, the paintbrush in his hand has fallen.

Over there, Abi and A'Zhu were still playing with Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi.

"Miss Abi, come here."

Feng Ji greeted Abi, and Abi looked at Feng Ji. She was quite wary of Feng Ji because she couldn't see Feng Ji's depth.

Walking to Feng Ji's side, she couldn't help but frown slightly when she saw the pattern Feng Ji had drawn.

"Miss Abi, does she know what this is?"

"This... seems to be Gandharva, the god of music, one of the eight Buddhist sects."

Feng Ji was shocked and secretly thought that it was indeed the case. What Abi had was one of the eight Buddhist schools!

At this time, A'Zhu heard the conversation between the two of them and came over.

A'Zhu smiled and said, "Girl Abi, what are you talking about with this young master?"

Abi smiled and said: "Old lady, you came just in time. Mr. Feng painted a Gandharva from the Eight Parts of Buddhism. I don't know if what I said is right. Please correct me."

A'Zhu has been practicing the art of disguise all year round, often imitating and painting various figures, including Buddhist statues.

So she took a look and immediately smiled and said: "It is indeed Gandharva, but that is what the monk said. The Sanskrit translation means unpredictable. We in China are called the God of Fragrance."

"It is rumored that it is one of the eight classes of living beings in Buddhism. It uses fragrance as nourishment and its body emits fragrance all year round. It is also known as the Xiangyin clan."

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at A'Zhu. He did not reveal her identity, but asked: "Old lady, do you still know Sanskrit?"

A'Zhu shook his head: "I don't recognize it, I just saw the translation in Buddhist classics."

Feng Ji nodded slightly. He remembered that in the original plot, A'Zhu stole the "Yi Jin Jing" from Shaolin Temple. The "Yi Jin Jing" was written in Sanskrit. Neither she nor Qiao Feng recognized it and missed the magical power.

At this time, he couldn't help but think about the characteristics of Gandharva mentioned by Ajun.

God of fragrance, good at musical instruments, and unpredictable.

Don't these correspond to Abi and A'Zhu?

In this way, these two women together can be regarded as Gandharvas.

It's just that Feng Ji doesn't quite understand what the role of luck in these people is.

Shaking his head, he put these doubts aside for the time being. The most important thing now was to find the method of cultivating immortals.

"Master Feng, are you coming to Yanziwu to cause trouble for our master?"

Abi opened her mouth at this time and asked Feng Ji.

A'Zhu on the other side also looked at Feng Ji. She and A Bi were playing tricks on Cui Baiquan, but Feng Ji didn't mention their purpose for a long time, so she was naturally curious.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly: "What I want to go to is not Yanziwu, but Mantuo Villa. You two, you are from the Murong family, you should know where Mantuo Villa is, right?"

When Abi and A'Zhu heard this, their expressions changed slightly. They didn't expect that Feng Ji actually knew about Mantuo Villa.

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

At this time, Guo Yanzhi couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "If Murong Fu doesn't come out, I will kill you, old woman, to avenge my master!"

After that, he suddenly pulled out the long whip, and with a snap, he was about to swing it out.

A'Zhu was immediately startled. He hurriedly took a picture of a hidden grid, and there was a crash. Guo Yanzhi and Cui Baiquan were startled.

But they saw that the wooden board under the feet of A'Zhu and A Bi instantly cracked and fell into the ground.

The two of them looked around hurriedly, only to see that there was a piece of water under the wooden plank, and above the water was a small boat.

A'Zhu and A Bi had already fallen into the boat. At this time, they rowed together and quickly escaped from the waterside pavilion and rowed towards the outside of the island.

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi were so anxious that they immediately got up and started to chase. However, although they knew how to swim, how could they catch up and get on the boat?

Watching the boat sail from the river into the big lake, going farther and farther.

Cui Baiquan was anxious: "This little girl is so cunning, we have been fooled!"

Guo Yanzhi was also furious.

"You two, Murong Fu is indeed not in Yanziwu right now. You can't find anyone here even if you come here."

Feng Ji said something and then ignored the two of them, but saw his figure flash and point above the lake in an instant.

With this power, his figure kept running on the lake, and his Qinggong was so high that he could not fall down for a hundred feet.

While Cui Baiquan and the two were stunned, they had easily caught up with Aju and Abi who had escaped!

"What an amazing Qinggong!"

"Uncle Master, do you recognize this person?"

"I have heard of Wuliang Sword Sect, but isn't their sect leader's surname Zuo? When did he change his surname to Feng?"

…

Wow!

Feng Ji stepped on the water and caught up in an instant.

Abi and A'Zhu were shocked. A Bi shouted: "Sister A'Zhu, row the boat quickly."

"I have no strength." A'Zhu also shouted anxiously.

With a bang, the ship shook violently, and Feng Ji landed on the bow deck.

"You two girls, please send me to Mantuo Villa."