Chapter 233: Danxia Palace (Fifty-two)

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fahai's old and dim eyes looked at Xu Yangyi for a few seconds, and shook his head: "If you don't realize your nature, that is, the Buddha is all beings, and when you think of enlightenment, all living beings are Buddhas." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Xu Yangyi didn't speak, Fahai already knew what he was going to ask. Therefore, he used this method to tell him that cultivation is to cultivate immortals. If you are enlightened, you are an immortal, and if you don't realize it, you will cultivate the legendary immortal. The so-called immortal road is slim, but in fact, the immortal road is at ease in the hearts of the people. Why bother asking about things that don't exist anymore?

"The younger generation is taught. Xu Yangyi hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the Fa Hui said leisurely. Fahai nodded slightly: "Everything has an organic fate...... One day, the herring had arrived, on the bank of the Weishui River, fishing with a straight hook, Jiang Shang had to see King Wen of Zhou...... When everyone's eyes were on this unprecedented meeting, who saw the herring fish?"

Several eyes looked at the woman in Tsing Yi in shock, her face was sad and joyless, as if she was not talking like her.

"Zhou Wen Wang Ji Chang ......" Mao Baer swallowed his saliva: "This ...... This monster ...... It has been at least 3,000 years since I lived! What kind of realm is this!"

"No one noticed......" Fahai sighed: "In order to repay the kindness of the herring fish's meeting, Jiang Shang nodded three points on the head of the herring fish, and this herring fish has opened up his wisdom since then." ”

"She saw a lot of ...... saw the fall of the Shang Dynasty and the prosperity of the Zhou Dynasty...... I saw the heads of those once invincible demons fall to the ground...... I also saw the rise of the new demon cultivation family...... "His voice revealed a slightly hoarse desolation, and his eyes were a little blurred, as if he was looking back on the long river of history.

Fahai paused for a moment before slowly continuing: "Her realm is getting higher and higher, so high that heaven and earth can no longer tolerate the existence of this big demon. At this time, thousands of years have passed, and time has come to the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

"Everyone, have you ever seen the legend of the White Snake?" he changed his words, looked at everyone and said quietly: "Everyone, have you ever thought that the poor monk is a foolish monk who is unkind and unsympathetic?"

No one spoke, the legend of the White Snake, everyone has seen it. Fahai's image, as he said, is indeed a foolish monk who beats mandarin ducks with sticks and dogs with rats.

"Big fallacy. Fahai's unwavering expression finally fluctuated a little, and his eyes looked directly at the Ten Thousand Water Demon King: "The Legend of the White Snake...... Not at all...... In the early days of the Southern Song Dynasty, a benefactor named Xu Xuan came to Jinshan Temple, sat for several days, and said that he would never go back if he did not see the poor monks. When the poor monk asked, he realized ......"

"His wife Bai Suzhen has repeatedly appeared heretical! She was originally transformed by demons! Because she coveted his appearance, she married her. Unexpectedly, she did not give up on this, and together with her righteous sister Green Snake, she fought with the poor monk for her own lust and desire...... Donor!" Fahai took a step forward, his gaze like lightning directed at the Ten Thousand Water Demon King: "Hundreds of years have passed, can you regret half of your sins that day?"

Mao Ba'er asked Zhao Wuye in a low voice: "Perfume bucket?"

Zhao Wuye also replied in a low voice: "It's the water flooding the golden mountain." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled slightly: "Go on, this palace wants to know, how long can you still bloom the lotus flower?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fahai closed his eyes in pain: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, why can't the donor bear to put down the butcher's knife in his heart?"

Dead silence, dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, Xuan Chengzi looked at the woman in Tsing Yi in a trembling voice: "What the senior means ......"

"This senior is Xiaoqing. Xu Yangyi's voice sounded, seemingly calm, and there were also monstrous waves in his heart!

It's one thing to guess...... It's definitely something else!

Who would have thought...... Myths and legends, do they really exist?

Who would have thought that Fahai and Xiaoqing would ...... Is it still alive?

Who would have thought that at the bottom of Danxia Palace, there would be such a scene!

If you hadn't seen the wall carvings on Huangquan Road, the shock of this moment would not be less than that of everyone else!

"Dong ......" Cat Ba21 sat on the lotus leaf, and the dog hair was shaking all over her body.

"She, she, she's Xiaoqing?green snake?" it shook its tongue, its eyes unable to focus due to excessive distraction. looked at the Ten Thousand Water Demon King in a daze: "Then she, she has lived until now, isn't she, isn't she already thousands of years old?!"

The "Amitabha Buddha ......" puja was extremely shocked, and the usually calm face, at this moment, an expression of disbelief could not be concealed at all!

"Daozu is on the ......" Xuan Chengzi gasped, and looked at the woman in Tsing Yi with a calm face in great surprise, her voice trembled: "This ...... This is the real demon of the ages......"

No one spoke, no one dared to speak.

No one thought that the woman in Tsing Yi would be the Xiaoqing who had no name at all in the legend of the White Snake!

Mythical man, truly standing in front of himself!

"What a name to be missed. The woman in Tsing Yi opened her mouth for a long time: "The real name of this palace is Yu Qinglin, and it is understandable to call Xiaoqing." ”

"Cheng, admit it! She's really Xiaoqing?!" Cat Baer's eyes were straight, in fact, not only him, everyone's eyes were straight. looked at the woman in Tsing Yi in a daze, and her mind was a mess.

"Former ...... Senior ......" Zhao Wuye said in a trembling voice: "This, this is inconsistent with the recorded legend of the White Snake...... Moreover, and this senior she, she is not a green snake......"

"No! that's the truth!" the Fa Hui's eyes turned a little red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow donors, I don't know if you have read the warning words of Feng Menglong's donors at ......the end of the Ming Dynasty?" It was the original version of the Legend of the White Snake recorded above! From the beginning, it was by no means a green snake. It's herring!"

He took a deep breath, stood up and bowed deeply to Fahai: "The poor monk has always thought that this is just a myth...... For the sake of the lives of all the people, the predecessors did not hesitate to go to hell alone. Juniors, deeply admired. ”

Yu Qinglin looked at the festival coldly, and suddenly smiled: "Fahai...... You, the descendant of the French generation, should be buried by the palace with his own hands. ”

Fahai glanced at Yu Qinglin with pity, shook his head, did not answer, and continued: "However, the perfume bucket is all because of the poor monk...... The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. Although the white snake is evil, the herring fish absconds. The poor monk had to hide in the crab because of the great cause and effect of Zhenjiang Tianda...... chased the murderer alone for thousands of miles, and finally found the trace of the herring here. But while suppressing it, he was plotted by herring. Lose both. ”

He let out a long sigh and bowed deeply to all the Qi cultivation period cultivators: "I also hope that all the donors will put the common people in the world first. This demon ...... It can't be released!"

Silence, death-like silence.

"Papapa......" for a long time, before the applause rang out, Yu Qinglin did not move, and applauded gently: "Good story...... It almost made this palace think that he had done something terrible. It is more than enough to fool these little monks in the Qi cultivation period. I didn't expect it...... In the past few hundred years, this palace has not seen that you have such a talent for sophistry. ”

"It just so happens that there is a story here in the main palace, but it is very different from what you said. But I don't know who the juniors here should believe when they hear it?"

"Amitabha. Fahai's expression stood still, and his white beard fluttered: "When the fake is true, it is true, and when it is true, it is also true...... A drink, a peck, a flower and a fruit, all have a fixed number. Donors, be clear-cut. ”

"Mingxuan?" Yu Qinglin looked at Fahai coldly: "People of the Buddha Sect, what they say is always better than what they do...... Suppress demons with your body?"

"It's up to you?" she sneered and sneered, "If it weren't for this Five Elements Divine Sealing Array, it would be able to suppress this palace?"

She put away her smile and looked at everyone with eyes like ice: "This palace tells you two things. ”

"If it weren't for this palace, it would be impossible for you to get out of the bottom of Danxia Palace. She raised two fingers: "Second ...... If you don't pull out the chains on your chest, you'...... All have to die here. ”

"Listen up. "She's like a queen on earth, she doesn't look at everyone at all. In his eyes, there is also a touch of nostalgia. After a full ten minutes of pause, he said leisurely: "Since the late Han Dynasty, I have been locked here. At that time, the cultivation of the main palace had reached the early stage of the Yuan infant. ”

Yuan Baby!

Everyone, all gasped.

Practicing Qi, building the foundation, Jin Dan, and then the Yuan Infant who had long disappeared in the era of the end of the law. Jin Dan is called a real person, Yuan Ying, called a true king! Today, Yuan Ying has long been an ethereal legend.

Now, here, in front of me, there is a living Yuanying Zhenjun!

Although, they have long guessed that these two people are at least above the Yuan Infant. But at this moment, Xiaoqing admitted it herself. It still rocks everyone.

No...... Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, this is ...... Two thousand years ago, Yuan Ying Zhenjun! Now, to what extent has she cultivated? No one can say clearly!

He secretly calculated in his heart, Yuan Ying, Shou Yuan has been recorded for 800 years, what realm is after Yuan Ying, he doesn't know very well, but Yu Qinglin must have advanced to the next realm!

Yu Qinglin didn't pay much attention to what else he was thinking, and said slowly: "One day at the end of the Han Dynasty, all the monks ...... And just gone...... I'm talking about the top ones. As if there had never been a monk in the world...... Only a number of second- and third-rate sects remained. Hehe...... At that time, it was said that the second or third rate was enough to level the current cultivation world. ”

Her face became complicated: "On that day, a person in a wheelchair found Hongu. He didn't say a word, and imprisoned the main palace. However, even if he didn't say a word, Hongu recognized him......"

She stopped, for a long, long time. Thinking about that person's name with some distress, Xu Yangyi gritted his teeth and said softly, "Zhuge Liang?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Qinglin suddenly looked up at him, and his voice was extremely cold: "How do you know?"

Fahai also raised his head and chanted the Buddha's name: "How did the donor guess that it was Zhuge senior? This past incident, the poor monk also heard this demon say it once hundreds of years ago." ”

Xu Yangyi didn't speak, but his heart shook violently!

Fahai doesn't know?

Xiaoqing doesn't know either?

So...... Where did that wall sculpture come from!

Is there a third person here? No...... Maybe he'...... It's still here!

Who the hell could survive in front of two monks of such high rank? and hadn't let each other find out for so many years?

No...... Maybe...... Is it Liu Bowen Zhuge Liang?

If it were them, why would they seal Fahai's words for help?

Or...... He took a deep look at Fahai, which in itself was pretending that he didn't know?