The green bull stepped into the void, and with each step, bursts of thunder shook in the void. The sound was like thunder. In an instant, the clouds dispersed and surged wildly towards both sides, like a wave. Such a momentum was obviously huge and earth-shattering, but it seemed to be silent. The people at the foot of the mountain seemed to be unable to hear anything and continued to live their normal lives.
Wei Di listened to the scene and stared at it, it was shocking, the emotions in her heart were overwhelming, and it was difficult to describe in words. She only felt that her scalp was numb, one after another. It was precisely because she knew so much that her mood and feelings at the moment were more intense, and even more inexplicable to outsiders. Her heart was shaken, her throat paused, and it was difficult to say anything.
At this moment, the emotions were surging like a river, like Creation of Heaven and Earth. When I lowered my head, I saw that it was still calm down the mountain. People were coming and going as usual. Children were running on the path. The man carrying winter cabbage was shouting something as he walked. His body swayed and the pole swayed, just like this worldly day, swaying and finally moving forward step by step.
People on one side were talking about this year, mentioning their children's studies, with a little smile on their lips.
The world of mortals is as warm as ever.
I have never been disturbed by this foreign object at all.
The Daoist rode a green ox down the mountain to enter the world, but the people at the foot of the mountain remained as usual.
One movement and one silence, one yin and one yang, seemed to fit together at this moment. Suddenly, an indescribable emotion arose in his listening heart. The way of action and inaction was mysterious and subtle, but it was also difficult to put it into words. He stayed in silence for a long time, but suddenly he felt something. When he turned around, he saw the three courtyards on the mountain slowly disappearing, leaving only the young Daoist courtyard.
Di Ting was lost in thought and murmured, "Yard, how come there is only one yard left?"
A woodcutter came early in the morning, carried a pole, two bundles of firewood, and a hatchet on his waist. He came down the mountain with his steps as slow as the world of mortals. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, isn't this the only room here?! Besides, it hasn't been inhabited for a long time, and it's already covered with dust."
"Ah?!"
Di Ting was startled and subconsciously said, "Huh?"
"Hahaha, if you don't believe it, just look!"
The woodcutter raised his hand and pointed in the distance. Diting looked up and saw the house on the mountain. It seemed that a long time had passed. The house was locked and the wood was notched. The ground in the yard was covered with snow, and the table was also covered with snow. However, the snow on the table was not very thick and no one had stepped on it. It was still white. The leaves on the plum branches were jagged and petals fell one by one. It seemed unhurried and unhurried, as if time had lasted forever.
The woodcutter laughed, "Ha, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I have been collecting firewood here for a long time. From beginning to end, there is only one room here."
Immediately he laughed and walked forward, bypassing Listening, and walked deeper and deeper into the mountain, singing as he went. "Watching the chess pieces, felling the wood, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The autumn sky is high, I pillowed my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I woke up to the dawn."
"Recognize old forests, climb cliffs and ridges, cut dead vines with an axe. Collect them into a load, sell them in the market, and make three liters of rice. There is no competition among others, the current price is average, no scheming, no honor or disgrace, and a life of indifference."
"Where we meet, we are either immortals or Daoists. Sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting."
The song gradually became distant, and the woodcutter turned a few bends on this road, and gradually went further and further away. He was shrouded in mist in the mountains and could no longer be seen. Wei Di listened to it for a long time, and suddenly, as if he had woken up from a long dream, he said, "Ah, yes."
"It's time for me to go back to City of Wrongful Deaths."
And on the top of the mountain, Three Dao Ancestors watched his disciples go away, with expressions that were either gentle, lonely, or plain. However, they smiled at each other, nodded, and then each found a direction and walked. In an instant, they were gone, and no trace of them remained. The sky was high and the clouds were vast, and all living beings were in the world. The mountains were pure, and the falling snow was boundless. Only the sound of singing seemed to exist.
Qi WuHuo stopped at the top of the mountain for a long time, watching the luck, just like a dam blocking a river, the waves of luck were all blocked. Although it was blocked, the majestic momentum was not reduced at all, it was just constantly being accumulated, and when the accumulation reached the extreme, it burst out, showing a power that far exceeded its own limit.
Taking advantage of the trend, riding the green bull down the river, stepping on the long river of luck, the momentum is overwhelming.
Above the sky, the sun was rising, and purple light fell on young Daoist's robe.
The robe moved slightly in the wind, and seemed to glow with purple brilliance.
The Daoist raised his hand and held Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern in his palm. When the sun first came into my lamp, a little purple qi was riding on the joyful wind that traveled thousands of miles from the sky, and all of it went into my sleeves and robes, purple qi soared, burning all over the dome, and soon as the green bull stepped on the clouds step by step, it seemed that there were layers of ripples, purple qi continued, and actually spread out on the cloud river.
There is a Daoist qi practitioner who practices daily and pays attention to the temperature of fire. When the sun is first born, he breathes in and out, and absorbs the wisp of purple qi into the body to strengthen the sound of inner qi.
Zhongzhou City·Refining Yang Temple.
Young Daoist Mingxin sweeps the house in front of the Sanqing Palace and looks at the sky to breathe. This is considered his habit. Although it is difficult to determine whether purple qi exists or not, day after day, year after year, finally gained something, but suddenly paused at this moment, only to find that today's purple qi not only did not disappear in an instant, but was like a big river, surging with no end, and coming in one tide after another.
Young Daoist Mingxin opened her eyes suddenly.
Immediately he was stunned.
He threw the broom that the Daoist Martial Uncle who stayed here more than a year ago had put on the ground, and immediately shouted:
"Master, Master!!!"
"Master, come out and take a look!"
old Daoist Shi smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
"Master, come out and see, come out and see!"
Ming Xin ignored him and dragged Master old Daoist out. old Daoist smiled and comforted the disciple, saying that it was a big deal and that he wanted to drag me out, old Daoist, to make such a fuss. He immediately walked out, raised his head and looked outside, and immediately his expression froze. For a moment, he almost forgot to breathe and forget to speak.
What people see today.
Purple qi stretches continuously, is majestic, and spreads out like a long river.
Thirty thousand miles from west to east.
Point directly to Capital City.
In Capital City, thousands of craftsmen were working around the clock, working desperately to process and rush the work. Square boulders were excavated from the mining site, and then trained warriors carried them over and quickly spliced them together. In the center of Capital City, a huge arena was created in a very short period of time.
Whether they are Buddhists, Daoists, Aristocratic Clan wealthy families, military strategists, or ordinary people, they are all paying attention to this matter. Not to mention the many Shihu who are selling things and selling pulp, they will always come here to look at it for a while. Even the naughty children will be stunned looking at this huge competition platform.
They know that this seems to determine whether they will shave their heads in the future.
I decided whether I could live with my childhood sweetheart, blushing at the elders' jokes.
There is nothing grand and great in their cognition, just these small things, such as not eating drunken dates, not wearing clothes that are too conspicuous, having to shave their heads, burning scars on their heads with lit incense, and not being able to eat meat. But these small things come together and turn into big things that even the children know the weight of.
Human Emperor is still high in the attic.
Sixteen or compassionate or gentle monk were sitting cross-legged near one end of the imperial city. They were wearing ordinary and simple cassocks. They all carried a very strong Buddhist charm. This charm was powerful, but also compassionate and gentle. Buddhist practitioners who were able to overcome the eight difficulties of Daoism and reach the realm of Bodhisattvas all walked their own path and had their own understanding of the dharma of all Buddhas.
This body practice is not vain at all.
And the reason why I came here is just timing, luck and fate.
Because they all recognized the grand goal of the vast Buddha Dharma and the vast Buddhist sect, they gathered under this goal and were obsessed with it. They believed that for the sake of the final, absolutely just and absolutely correct result, some ruthless means and mistakes in the process were not unacceptable.
They even took some kind of special elixir for a short period of time, which lowered their realm and cultivation. What they showed was just ordinary Buddhism monk, instead of a realm of free and wonderful existence without Bodhisattva, independent of cause and effect, and mastered by all Buddhist dharma, just to superficially conform to this time's theory of Buddhism.
One of them, monk, opened his eyes slightly and scanned the surrounding living beings. Just as he looked at the grass and trees, he looked at the grass and trees as ruthless, and looked at the common people as well. When he looked at the common people as compassionate, he looked at the plants and trees as well. This is the realm of unity in Buddhism, which is the so-called equal treatment. At this moment, his eyes were calm and gentle, and fell on the opponent in front of him.
The Daoists also seem to know that there is something wrong with these Buddhist monk whose names they have never heard of in the past.
All the eminent monks and great virtues of the past hundreds of years are not among them.
If he is not an ascetic monk who has been cultivating to this day, or he is a famous monk from hundreds of years ago, or even a thousand years ago, ordinary Daoists will definitely not be the opponent of such monk. At this moment, in the Daoist place, there is only one person sitting cross-legged with a sword, pouring himself a drink, his appearance is unrestrained and free and easy, but he smiled and said, "Everyone on the other side seems to be a poor Daoist old friend, can you drink some wine to moisten your throat?"
Zhu monk did not answer.
Those monk's eyes were fixed on the Daoist who was pouring and drinking himself, quite wildly, and recognized that he had seen this Shangdong Immortal above Tianque. He was dressed in pure Yang True Qi, and his cultivation level had reached True Lord is quite rich among them, but one day, he fell into love again and fell into eight tribulations. He kept falling from the realm of True Lord, and finally fell into the realm of earthly immortals. It is said that he was so dissolute that he no longer had the foundation to prove True Lord.
However, what I saw today was that it was even more sharp than before.
But it is clearly a sign that he has gradually overcome the eight difficulties of love and is about to re-enter the True Lord realm.
Once True Lord, fell into eight difficulties, and climbed back to the original realm again. The True Lord who achieved such an achievement is completely different from the ordinary True Lord who practiced step by step. The realm is deeper and the foundation is thicker. Those who have experienced this in the past have all achieved the imperial realm.
And behind this Lü Chunyang is Leader of the School of Military Li Zhai wearing armor.
With an indifferent expression, he looked calmly at the monks in front of him, and seemed to be looking at Human Emperor behind the monks. This place is the hinterland of Kyushu in the Central Plains, and is also the Capital City of the human gods. Originally, This is the place where Human Dao Destiny is most prosperous. Coupled with the previous battle between Human Emperor and Li Zhai, the atmosphere here has been accumulated to the extreme.
With the strength of the monks, they can almost see with the naked eye the roaring, furious and powerful Human Dao Destiny, like a tiger with wings, roaring up to the sky, shocking everyone around. Even these Bodhisattvas had to sigh in their hearts, clasped their hands and said to themselves, "It's good luck!"
"Sure enough, humanity is in full swing!"
"Yes, with this kind of luck, the era of great prosperity for our Buddhist sect is coming."
"Yes, yes, it is fitting that my Buddha will be prosperous!"
A blue dragon, a ferocious tiger, and two Human Dao Destiny gathered together, facing each other, as if they might burst out at any time. As a strong man hit the gong hard, the harsh sound arose and vibrated in all directions. Lü Dongbin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he threw the wine bottle in his hand backward.
He staggered up, holding the sword in one hand and pointing it forward with the other, and said loudly:
"I don't know which Buddhist master gave me this advice!"
The Bodhisattvas slowly opened their eyes, and their gazes fell on Lü Dongbin.
It is as if the energy of Buddhism, the foundation of Daoism, as well as the joys and sorrows of the following hundreds of years in this world, and many prosperity are all tied to this body. Even if you are defeated, you still need to use all your strength to do it. It is the Sun Dao Sect Lü Chunyang that faces these more than ten Buddhist Bodhisattvas who have hidden their identities.
One of the monks stood up, clasped his hands and walked forward, saying calmly, "The poor monk practices Buddhism and has no other Divine Ability. He only knows emptiness, falsehood, and the emptiness of all things. Today's first battle is between me and you, and we discuss emptiness."
The second person monk stood up immediately, clasped his hands together, had an ancient appearance, and said in a voice as dull as thunder, "The poor monk is unable to practice, and he has not achieved many Divine Ability. Only his concentration is acceptable. But I can sit here, thunder is bombarding, and flames are burning the city, but my heart does not move, my spirit does not move, my mind does not move, and my dharma does not move."
The third place monk also continued to answer.
Even the sixteen monk Bodhisattvas all explained the reasons for the competition. From self-cultivation, to understanding, to Xuantong, to concentration, mind, and sixteen monks, there were sixteen competitions in order to compete for luck. At this moment, even the ordinary people around who had no cultivation and did not know the state of the world knew how difficult this competition was for this Daoist priest.
To be able to stand here, these monk must be extremely powerful people. The theme of the competition must be what they are best at, what is the most powerful, and what they are most confident of winning.
He is the only one who comes to the Daoist sect.
In other words, this Lü Chunyang must defeat the sixteen monk who are the best at these things in sixteen fields, and must surpass these strongest Buddhists in sixteen fields before he can win. He must win at least nine times. It is a wheel battle, a continuous battle, and he must use his own strength to defeat the monks.
"It's over, it's over... Is there only one person like this in the Daoist sect?!"
"In this case, wouldn't it be better to shave your hair in advance?!"
"Damn it, the Daoist sect is considered my local sect? It sounds nice on weekdays, but at this time, you can't get more than a dozen accomplished people to participate in the competition?!"
"Oh, you can't say that. Maybe this Daoist priest is powerful enough to fight one against ten?"
"Huh? With one against ten, I don't think so. Besides, if you are not sure, why did the general agree? Isn't this a trap for us?!"
Among the crowd, there were many noisy voices, some of which were true disappointment, and some of which were Aristocratic Clan's counterattacks. The noise filled the sky, and even the soldiers of the military strategist angrily intercepted them, they could not stop their voices. But at the highest point far away from here, in the Star Picking Tower, the old monk put his hands together and said gently:
"It's like hitting an egg against a rock."
"No matter how famous this Lü Chunyang is, how great his Daoism, and how much cultivation he has, by now, he will definitely fail. Your Majesty, you can rest assured."
"Lü Chunyang has been defeated, and the Dao Sect has also been defeated."
"Not to mention that many fellow practitioners have reached the strongest level of Buddhism in these areas; if there are only one enemy with many, Lü Chunyang will lose one point; with its own shortcomings, it will defeat the strengths of all the Buddhas, and it will lose another point; with one earthly immortal, if it defeats sixteen Bodhisattvas, it will defeat another third point. Before the war begins, the Daoism has already lost three points. For Your Majesty, this battle is just a battle that must be won."
After a long time, Human Emperor said, "Is that so..."
But then the discussion started, and it exceeded everyone's expectations.
Lü Chunyang, with the body of an earthly immortal, defeated three monks in a row.
In terms of law, Magic Battle is unparalleled, and his eloquence is extraordinary!
Previously, everyone had no hope for Lü Chunyang, and was overshadowed by everything in the future; but seeing this Daoist win three times in a row, they couldn't help but cheer him up, and the momentum was huge, Human Dao Destiny was partial to Slantingly, Human Emperor Li Hui looked slightly cold, and old monk looked at the monk who was testing concentration, confusing each other with illusions, but trying to keep his own mind as calm as water, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
It seems that you have also experienced a tribulation, and you will use this matter to climb to the sky again and return to the realm of Pure Yang Pure Void.
But, it's a pity...
Human Dao Destiny is destined to be my Buddha.
Please fellow Daoist descend.
He moved his wrist slightly, as if picking up a flower, and soon a bug appeared in his hand.
But it was a scorpion, which was the immortal body of the Buddha and the pure body of the God. Being stung by this scorpion would be extremely painful. No matter how strong the body was, it would take half a day to recover. He moved his wrist slightly, but said it was gone. The scorpion directly turned into a little stream of light and flew behind Lü Chunyang. Just a moment, Lü Chunyang's complexion suddenly changed.
Still able to bear it, suddenly the second and third blows, Lü Dongbin couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted lowly, his mind swayed, Sword Qi escaped, and the Bodhisattva took advantage of the opportunity to counterattack, his face turned pale immediately, and he coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, all the Buddhists monk shouted in unison, "Victory!"
"Huh?!!"
Li Zhai glanced at him, drew his sword out of its sheath, and killed the scorpion in an instant. However, he saw Lü Chunyang's face was pale and vain. It was obvious that his mind was being plotted, and his heart was chilling. The monks in front were smiling, and the cheering sounds around them froze in an instant. When people saw the Daoist with extraordinary grace, they sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, their faces pale, and they couldn't believe it for a moment.
Lost?
How could it be possible to lose like this?!
And it looks like he's still fundamentally injured and can't fight anymore...
The smile from before was still on his face, but it solidified in an instant.
The group of monks were satisfied with their ambitions. Li Hui also slowly exhaled and raised his eyes to look at the world.
This world is mine after all...
He murmured, "Fourth brother, you have been defeated, the Daoist sect has also been defeated, and I am the one to whom destiny belongs... This purple qi in the sky is like Ziwei Star coming into the world, isn't it the same?"
old monk Wen Wen looked at the situation below and the overall situation was decided - the sixteen Bodhisattvas took action together, as well as himself. Many immortals from the human Daoist sect were in heaven and could not come to the human world. The mere Daoist sect forces in the human world had no power to fight back.
He was smiling, but suddenly he was startled.
Huh?!
Purple qi?!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the Bodhisattvas did the same. In an instant, all Buddhism and Daoism practitioners noticed the boundless purple qi, which was luxurious and dignified, but also had the pure majesty of Daoism, slowly and peacefully overturned.
In the blink of an eye, it has spread to the sky above Capital City. In an instant, the fate of the conflict between Buddhism and Daoism solidified.
The expressions of the thirteen Bodhisattvas suddenly changed.
This purple qi, majestic and majestic with the Daoist's rich pure and comfortable aura, made them instantly feel the crisis.
They all showed the majesty of Buddhism, showed the appearance of Bodhisattva, and used Divine Ability, Buddha light to rise into the sky, trying to cover the imperial capital on earth. At this moment, everyone realized that the enemies in front of them were all from heaven. Arhats and Bodhisattvas were infected by the boundless Buddha light, and this place almost turned into a Buddhist grand scene, with flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses surging on the ground. Everyone almost felt desperate, even Ming Zhen Dao Alliance.
With human strength, how can we defeat these mighty powers from the Buddhist kingdom?
But in the next moment, Buddha light collapsed, and the Bodhisattva's Dharma turned into nothingness.
Thirteen Bodhisattvas, three hundred Arhats, five hundred Vajras, and monks and novices all coughed up blood and retreated violently.
Buddha light disappeared, only purple qi was majestic.
Purple qi Traveled thirty thousand miles from the east.
In an instant.
The battle between Buddhism and Daoism has been decided!
The outcome is decided--
And the people haven't arrived yet!
A moment of dead silence!
Everyone was at a loss.
old monk's face changed suddenly, and he stared straight ahead. In the sea of purple qi clouds that seemed to spread to the farthest place, above the morning light of the sun, a Daoist sat on a green ox, holding Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern, with a fly whisk on his arm, and came slowly step by step. The boundless and majestic momentum accumulated to the extreme, and then exploded, pure and comfortable, yet vast.
Holding a fly whisk, riding a green ox, lifting Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern.
"Supreme disciple..."
old monk's heart is in turmoil.
At this moment, the green bull carried the Daoist to the Capital City, and the Daoist with lowered eyes raised his head.
A pair of cold star-like eyes instantly met old monk.
In Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern, the lights suddenly turned on.
PS:
I attended an event in Guangdong today, and I came back late. I stayed up late coding, and my update will probably be late tomorrow (peaceful)
Six thousand words, good night