"Listen up, all disciples, we will do whatever it takes to pave the way for people!!"
The moment Monk Kunlun of the Reclining Buddha sensed the Flower Goddess Princess, his whole aura changed drastically, and his voice boomed and vibrated, impacting everyone. Deep inside.
The acting headmaster of Kunlun had already accumulated great authority in the minds of these Lotus disciples. Once stimulated by the power of this mantra, he subconsciously began to exert all his strength.
Their methods of transforming the earth are not as clever as Su Hanshan's, and there is no time to complete such a project for them in a hurry.
But they have magic weapons.
Although the Lotus True Sect sends a batch of incense to Kunlun every ten years, it has spread widely among the secular world because of the foundation laid by Wu Zetian and the mixing of customs from various religions and places.
After the tribute was paid, the amount of incense left was still extremely large.
Guo Changzhao and the other three Pure Land Immortals could not digest so much incense. Too much incense settled in the Pure Land and almost became stagnant. It was just used to reward the disciples for them to refine treasures.
Although not every master of the Lotus Sect present today is a hundred years old, most of the magic weapons they carry are treasures that have been passed down for hundreds of years and have been nourished by incense from generation to generation.
At this time, everyone's magic weapons were sacrificed together. Some people's sleeves were floating and they were holding swords in their hands. Some people were raising their crutches and chanting to the sky. Some people were raising their hands and their cassocks were rising into the sky.
Lotus flowers, mirrors, bells, cassocks, swords, iron pestles, gourds, jade screens, round fans, jade seals, small tripods... all emitted precious light.
The entire hillside was dyed a brilliant golden color in an instant, competing with the sunshine in the sky, surrounded by auspicious mist and auspicious clouds.
Hundreds of masters from the Lotus Sect, dressed in the wind and with their own manners, are scattered on the hillside.
The figures of Guo DaDa, Zhuang Ziqin, and Ye Qiusheng have become much taller inexplicably. They stand in the shape of finished glyphs among the many disciples, each holding a magic weapon. The golden light condenses into a large number of talismans, surrounding them. Flying around the three of them.
On the surface, this is simply a miracle of pilgrimage by all the immortals. The green mountain behind is the background of all their immortal families.
The talisman streamers condensed by the three Pure Land Immortals were flying through the air, as if absorbing the golden quicksand from many magic weapons, making the whole scene more harmonious.
“For a time, the Buddha preached the Dharma in the country of the relics. Hundreds and thousands of good men in the world in the ten directions vowed to contribute white cows, seven treasures, wishful thinking, fragrant flowers, worship Buddha and seek Dharma. Wherever they set foot, they saw the auspicious heavenly steps, directly connected to them. Buddha's dojo..."
The Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk stood in front of everyone, clasped his hands and recited the mantra.
He is a Lu Xingxian. After cultivating the path of Lu Xingxian to a deep level, there are three disasters: flood, fire, and inertia.
Because although Lu Xingxian can also control the vitality of heaven and earth, he has the instinct to subjugate demons. In this world where everything is demonic, he will absorb the demonic energy and transform it back to his original nature at all times.
The vitality transformed in this way is much more active than the normal vitality of heaven and earth.
If the foundation of skill is deep enough, the warrior's physical body will be like a water-loving plant soaked directly in floods. It will die prematurely and dissociate, or even turn into a pool of blood. , so it is called a "flood".
If you want to survive the flood, you must condense a martial arts obsession for yourself, which is a goal that sprouts from the truest and deepest parts of your heart.
Let all the activities in the foundation of skill spontaneously move forward towards this obsessive goal, try to think about it, dampen its sharpness, resolve its confusion, and resolve the burden on the physical body, which will in turn make the physical body more warm and nourished. .
This goal must have a clear direction of persistence and follow the sincerity, so it is impossible to choose false and empty ideas, but it must also be much higher than the current ability, and it must be consistent with past practice. In this way Only then can the activity in the foundation be consumed.
The Kunlun Monk of the Reclining Buddha is a figure who has survived the flood a few years ago. The martial arts obsession he has condensed can be called...
"The mantra penetrates the twelve peaks"!
The wind and snow are all over the Kunlun Mountains, and the rocks and ice are thick and heavy. If only the sound can be transmitted to the twelve peaks, Lu Xingxian can naturally do it.
But it is extremely difficult to make the sound of chanting sutras cover the twelve mountain tops and spread to every corner of the mountain rock formations.
Moreover, the mantra refers to the sound of chanting sutras and chanting mantras with a specific tone. The tone must not be deformed when it penetrates all the ice and mountains, and it must be called a miracle.
Of course, Kunlun Monk has not yet succeeded in achieving his obsessive goal. Otherwise, he would have attacked the fire in the three-disaster realm. That would be the greatest transformation for a warrior in the world.
But since he can condense such obsession with martial arts, it can be seen that his depth in mantra kung fu is obvious.
"...See the auspicious heavenly steps together, leading directly to the Buddha's dojo..."
As soon as these words were said, those Lotus disciples who originally only felt that each other's breaths were relatively harmonious, in an instant, A feeling of oneness with the public.
They actually felt that they were themselves, a senior brother, a junior brother, a protector, an elder, and a junior aunt.
The power of incense contained in many magic weapons should obviously have different magic effects. At this time, they are all integrated, like thousands of Buddha's hairs, forming a tight, strong and indestructible bun.
The golden light formed vast and wide steps on the hillside, allowing everyone to be on different steps in an orderly manner.
The reclining Buddha Kunlun monk glanced away, and the golden light surged down like paint, paving a long step from the foot of the mountain to the courtyard of Su Hanshan.
But when this step broke into the ten-mile radius of the courtyard, the speed suddenly slowed down and it was difficult to move forward.
The steps are ten feet wide, and the grass on both sides is also dyed with golden light, getting higher and higher, turning from green to yellow, becoming stronger and stronger.
On both sides of the last steps, a large golden bamboo forest was formed. The bamboos were as thick as elephant legs, and the roots were as strong as pythons. As they grew, they rapidly absorbed the vitality of the underground.
As the steps extend, the roots of the bamboo forest become entangled with the underground veins of black ice.
Every time the light in Xuanbing's veins disappears, the bamboo forest becomes stronger, and the steps suddenly move forward, breaking through a distance.
In the courtyard, Su Hanshan's figure suddenly rose up, with one foot on the seat and the other on the bluestone table.
He looked sideways at the golden hillside, raised his right hand and pressed it.
hold head high! ! !
The sound of dragon roars came from the earth.
Fan Zhongyan saw a dragon's claw, as big as a millstone and with scales like a dragon, clasping the wall.
The wildly flamboyant dragon head was high above the courtyard, lowered its head, and opened its mouth to bite a corner of the courtyard.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dragon claws were clasped on the wall, and a dragon head bit into the courtyard.
The entire courtyard seemed to be twisting. The deep gray-black courtyard walls, floors, and houses all had scale-like patterns. It turned out that even this courtyard was also a creation of the Three Methods Canglong Palm.
The ground and the underground merge into one, the dragons return to their clan, and the energy tides.
Su Hanshan’s right hand pushed forward.
Between the courtyard and the hillside, a large amount of air bends silently, turning into a giant curved surface.
The many curved surfaces are uneven and undulating, just like scales, and finally form a giant dragon-scale palm that is almost as high as the hillside.
The transparent giant hand of vitality slowly pushed forward.
The strong wind blew open, and the golden bamboo forest near the ground was blown to bend like a bow, lying backward, making a rattling sound, but it never stopped.
The rapidly extending golden steps also stopped, emitting more and more intense golden light, and together with the surrounding bamboo forest, glowed with a rising golden flame.
Buzz! ! ! ! !
The collision of two forces only made one sound, but the aftertaste was endless.
The mighty wind does not go in all directions, but only bursts into the sky, blowing away the clouds and forming a huge hole.
Fan Zhongyan raised his head and saw the white clouds stacking horizontally and suddenly retreating from the top of his head, leaving only pure blue.
Boom! ! ! ! !
Just as Fan Zhongyan raised his head, the entire courtyard, the part above the ground, turned into powder and exploded in all directions. The entire foundation also shook backwards three times.
Su Hanshan still had one foot on the chair and one foot on the table, but all the glass beads on the table had been broken into powder, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Nie Feiying was just busy unfolding the scroll and taking away all the sacred silkworm babies. At this time, he noticed that the field of vision suddenly widened and the courtyard was destroyed, and his heart sank.
In the collision just now, Su Hanshan was obviously at a disadvantage.
However, at this moment, three dull loud noises were heard in the distance. Nie Feiying was shocked to find that the hillside more than ten miles away seemed to have jumped three times and was farther away.
The people who were originally on the hillside did not move except for the Reclining Buddha, Kunlun Monk and the three Pure Land Immortals.
All the other Lotus Sect members all slammed into the mountain, causing the hillside to be covered with dents and appear steeper.
The three of them, Guo Changda, looked at the foot of the mountain, their pupils narrowed, and they were also shocked by the collision just now and could not control themselves.
Just now, the entire mountain peak trembled and moved backwards.
Back three feet! ! !
If Su Hanshan had taken action alone, even with the help of this transformed land, by the time the power was exerted to more than ten miles away, it would have been in disarray.
At most, scrape off some of the turf on the hillside and create cracks in the earth and rocks.
If people like Lotus Sect were to use their power towards an open space, they would have similar results.
However, precisely because the forces of both sides are colliding in opposite directions, each side actually only fills half of the entire distance.
The impact and squeezing of two huge forces spread all around, causing the entire mountain root to collapse and the mountain to move three feet horizontally.
The eyes of Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk moved slightly, but at this moment, he read the last verse of the sutra in his mouth.
"If you want to see the true Buddha, why should you go to the heavenly steps?"
"The spiritual mountain is in my heart, the true Buddha comes to see me!"
I recited this scripture very fast, It seems that the true meaning has been conveyed in just one syllable.
The sky is clear and the fields are refreshing.
The giant hand of vitality and the golden steps just now have all dissipated, and even the bamboo forests are almost broken.
There is nothing between the hillside and the foundation of the courtyard.
As long as the Kunlun monk makes a little movement, even the person with the lowest cultivation level in the courtyard can see clearly.
But they did not expect that the Kunlun monk did not move, but the Flower Goddess suddenly moved, moving with great determination.
Nie Feiying, Fan Zhongyan, and even Zhihua didn't expect it and had no time to stop her.
Ouyang Chun drew his sword, coming first and then dodging it. It was like a whirlpool of heavy water, and the energy of the sword formed a ring, trying to trap the Flower God.
At the same time, there was also a flash of water-repelling sword light, cutting into the memory of the Flower God.
However, Princess Flower God's memory was disturbed and her thinking stopped, but she could not stop the movement of her mind.
It was as if there was a second kind of consciousness in her body that could drive her mental power to flow out of her body and rush towards the sword energy without leaving any room.
Even if the sword energy is as gentle as water, as long as it is not dispersed, it will cause the power of thought to rush back, and the pores and blood vessels in the princess's body will burst.
Ouyang Chun's heart trembled, his sword energy and sword intention were all gone, his kick was already a step slower, and the Flower Goddess Princess had already swept away three miles away.
Back then, in the capital of Xixia, when Ouyang Chun was still in his prime, the water-repelling magic sword that cut through memories was swung freely and horizontally, as if entering a deserted land.
The Flower Goddess released the Pure Land with all her strength. Thousands of flowers exploded and fell from the sky. She exerted all her strength and energy, and the illusion filled half of the city.
At that time, the Kunlun Monk of the Reclining Buddha was busy separating, suppressing and maintaining the Pure Land of the Flower God. Therefore, he was not able to take action as much as he wanted and show the greatest advantage of his mantra kung fu.
In fact, as long as a person who practices Kunlun Kung Fu has a lower level of cultivation than him, when faced with his specific mantra, the kung fu and mental power in the body will be out of control.
All Kunlun's cultivation techniques, whether it is the method of luring demons as a warrior or the method of communicating in the pure land, contain a so-called step of selecting the deity.
Practitioners are required to choose any one of the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Dharma-protecting gods in the Kunlun Buddha Caves as their own deity. When practicing in the future, they can borrow power from it to increase wisdom and protect the path. .
This is tantamount to leaving a trap to ensure that the Kunlun traitors are unable to fight against the Kunlun Master.
Even Ouyang Chun, because his mind was shaken just now, couldn't help but think of the many Kunlun masters who fought against him during the battle in the Xixia capital.
Although he has recovered from his physical and internal injuries, due to the special nature of the Water-Bearing Divine Sword, the damage caused by wear and tear had already penetrated deeply into his soul, and now he suffered a hidden loss.
"Destroy my home and steal my friends!"
"You are seeking death!!"
Silver light pierced the sky, and Su Hanshan recovered from the fight just now. Come on, in a flash, you have already grabbed the sky above the head of Princess Flower God.
He is still closer to the Flower Goddess. The Reclining Buddha and Kunlun Monk will not be able to arrive in such a short time.
It’s just that the rosary beads in Kunlun Monk’s hand move much faster than the physical body, and they have already been thrown!
The Kunlun Mountains are more than 5,000 miles long. The widest place is more than 700 miles, and the narrowest place is more than 300 miles. It has vast peaks, tens of thousands of glaciers, and many sects.
The various sects in the mountain all respect the Kunlun True Sect as their supreme sect, but not all of these sects can be called the true true sect of Kunlun.
It is often necessary to select a disciple among tens of thousands of people in each country to join those branch sects, and in each branch sect, it takes thousands of people to compete hard before they can be selected. Give birth to a disciple who becomes an authentic disciple of Kunlun Sect.
This is a great honor, but there is also countless hard work and endless privacy behind it. For example, it is common for people to be related to each other by blood and squeeze others' positions.
Every time Kunlun selects disciples, although he knows that there is something fishy, he does not investigate in detail. However, every ten years, when taking the examination for disciples, those whose progress is not satisfactory will have their status revoked and expelled. go out.
The skills of these expelled disciples will not be abolished. After they return, whether they want to work hard or give up on themselves and just enjoy themselves, they need to collect more elixirs, treasures, mines, and magic weapon materials. Therefore, they are strictly supervised. Encourage ordinary people to do things.
The people of all countries, after experiencing thousands of hardships, if they dare to rebel, they will be dead. Any official disciple of the Kunlun Sect can kill them all.
The only hope is to worship devoutly, thinking that the incense you contribute is pure and valuable, so that you can differentiate yourself from other slaves and live a better life.
And for those who are pious, it would be better if they raise their offspring well, have a pure mind from childhood, and cultivate their talents in the Pure Land method.
By passing it on from generation to generation, it is possible to become a district mage, a city guru, until you become an authentic disciple of the Kunlun Sect. At that time, you will be freed from the sea of suffering, and you can look back at all living beings in the sea of suffering.
However, among all the cultivation methods in Kunlun, if you want to have pious thoughts, you must listen to Buddhist scriptures. Buddhist scriptures, whether they are truly transmitted by Sakyamuni or later compiled, always contain more worldly feelings and insights.
After hearing the story, ignorant people will not be able to react or fight on the surface, but deep down, they will understand better what kind of suffering they are suffering.
The more intelligent you are, the more painful you are, the more painful you are, the more pious you are, and the more pious you are, the wiser you are. After all, the number of people who can "escape from the sea of suffering" is only one in ten million.
For thousands of years, under the suppression of Kunlun Shangzong's power system, all countries affected by its influence have formed this heavy cycle, and the sea of suffering has become wider and thicker.
Among the disciples of the Kunlun Sect of all generations, the true masters can all understand the existence of this sea of suffering originating from Kunlun.
Of course they will not turn a blind eye to this sea of suffering...
This is a good material for practicing magic tools! !
Prayers can enter the Pure Land, and the sea of suffering can refine orbs.
Forged with sincerity from the sea of suffering, one hundred and eight beads of the Akagi rosary of the sea of suffering, polished from human skulls, turned into a circle of strange light with blood in the gold, and like a hollow pillar of light, facing Su Hanshan , shine directly over here.
Like the vast sea of suffering, a passage opened and a huge mouth opened, trying to swallow Su Hanshan in.
The sea of suffering reflected in Su Hanshan's eyes, and his face suddenly changed, like the reincarnation of the devil, with murderous intent and demonic nature. With a flick of his hand, he knocked out all 80,000 grains of sacred sand!
(End of this chapter)