Call!

The breeze was blowing, and suddenly, the surging clouds and mist seemed to be frozen silently at this moment.

"It is a very remarkable existence, which can be called the most top-notch existence in ancient and modern China and abroad...... One of them!"

Wu Ming groaned slightly, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to think for a while.

There is nothing to hide, if what he expected is good, an existence like a middle-aged Taoist priest, no matter what kind of world it is placed in, will be a high-profile existence.

As the old saying goes, gold always shines, there's no doubt about that.

"One?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "Yes, throughout the ages, Tianjiao Junjie is like a carp crossing the river, and the poor Dao can stand on the top of heaven and earth, and there are no regrets in this life!"

Wu Ming didn't pick up the stubble, he refilled the water for the middle-aged Taoist priest by himself, and poured himself another cup of tea.

Even if he was seen to have clues, but when he reached his current cultivation realm, there was no need to hide it.

What's more, in Kunlun Mountain, when he personally told the Demon Ancestor Moluo, who was incarnated as Zhao Shuhang, he didn't think about hiding it anymore.

Moreover, whether he is an extraterritorial creature, with the vision and experience of a middle-aged Taoist priest, I am afraid that he has already seen a thing or two.

"What kind of place is that?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest asked again.

"There is no way to destroy the law!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Destroy the law without force?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly, rubbed the teacup, pinched a white child, put it down gently, glanced at Wu Ming and said, "It's over!"

"No demons, no barbarism!"

Wu Ming pinched a sunspot and dropped it at will.

"It's ruthless!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned cold, and he glanced at Wu Ming again, "What about the demon?"

"The devil is in the human heart!"

Wu Ming pinched the black hand, paused slightly, and fell again, "Everywhere!"

"Hey, sure enough!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled, as if mocking, "It seems that those few people are not omnipotent!"

"There is no omnipotence in the world!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"What about you?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest took a sip of tea, as if he was tasting something, and said meaningfully.

"Me?"

Wu Mingluozi raised his head and said with a smile, "Daojun, look!"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his head, and Wu Ming was reflected in his eyes like the sun and the moon.

But in the depths of his pupils, he saw a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in Taoist robes, elegant and tranquil, like a Xuanzhen immortal, who was no different from him.

With its deep cultivation and the essence of the Dao, he can't see the slightest flaw, as if the person opposite is himself, as if he is looking in a mirror, but there is no evil intention, it is natural, and the Tao is natural.

"Half-edge Immortal Buddha and Half-God Demon!"

Of course, the middle-aged Taoist priest would not look at him so simply, he glanced at Wu Ming deeply, and said a sentence full of deep meaning.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming shook his head and smiled, and said lightly, "If Dao Jun only has this little bit of Taoism, it will be too disappointing for this saint!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly, looked at Wu Ming sideways, looked carefully, but after all, he didn't see any changes, and rubbed the teacup for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Hey, going around and around, I'm still letting you go around in the pit!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and continued to ask, "Listening to your tone, it doesn't seem to be much better there than here." ”

"It makes no difference!"

Wu Ming nodded and replied seriously, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the changes of the four seasons, are no different from here. ”

Is there a difference?

Aside from the fact that there are no high-ranking martial artists, and all kinds of mysterious exercises, there is indeed no difference between the two worlds.

There are still high-ranking existences that dominate the life and death of mortals, there are still weapons that destroy the world, and there are still dark areas where the lights are bright and green.

The only difference may be that in the previous life, there was one less prodigal who was obsessed with the lights and wine and self-exile, and in this life there was one more peerless powerhouse who stood at the peak and could control the changes of heaven and earth.

Even the future direction of the human race can be decided in a word, all in the palm of your hand.

"No difference?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned deeply, looked up at the sky, and seemed to say to himself, "It shouldn't be, those few people have not heard from me for so many years, so they make no difference?"

"Why should there be a difference?"

Wu Ming asked rhetorically.

"If there is no difference, where should my human race go?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest is colorful.

"Let it be!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Go with the flow?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's brows furrowed even deeper, and his face looked at Wu Mingdao with a somewhat unnatural expression, "Don't you know what the predicament of my human race is......?

"Times are changing, keep pace with the times!"

Wu Ming's expression was indifferent, and he looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest calmly, "In this world, there has never been any way to do it once and for all, even if I am in that world where I can't destroy martial arts, what I see is still destruction, it's just sooner or later!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face gradually became a little ugly, and the hand holding the teacup seemed to tremble a few times.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to believe that Wu Ming was not lying, but telling the truth.

No matter how well the human race develops, it seems that it can't escape that strange circle, either self-destruction, or the destruction of the heavens and all worlds is about to begin, or even the turmoil that has already begun.

This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be the ending that the human race has many disasters and hardships, and its fate is full of hardships, but it is favored by heaven and earth!

"That's not right!"

When the middle-aged Taoist priest's thoughts were disturbed to the extreme, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind like thunder, and he saw a figure, it seemed to be himself, but it was more like the person in front of him, and his face gradually calmed down, and he looked at Wu Mingdao deeply, "It seems that you already have a plan!"

"Hey!"

Wu Ming lowered his head and smiled, as if he was a little shy, just like back then, "The stall is a little bigger, even if the later people are losers, at least ...... You can lose a little more time!"

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled lightly and nodded heavily, "That's the reason, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, but don't you worry that those old guys don't agree?"

"Is there a difference whether they agree or not?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"It really doesn't make a difference!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled sassyly, picked up the teacup, and his eyelids drooped slightly.

"Farewell!"

Wu Ming got up slowly, bowed his hand, stepped out of the gazebo, and disappeared.

"After fighting for so many years, can you imagine that this will be the result?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the sky, and in the depths of his deep gaze, he didn't know what kind of luster flashed, and his back seemed more and more mysterious at the same time, adding three points of gloom and loneliness.

......

On that day, the lord of the Heavenly Palace in the Middle Tang Dynasty, the former Taoist leader, and Yuan Daojun Yuan Tiangang, went out of Shenzhou, entered the Demon Star Tianyuan, invited the Demon Purple Moon Imperial Family, and was named the Moon God - Zi Yinghan!

After three days and three nights of fierce fighting, Yuan Daojun returned to Shenzhou, and that night the saint fell in Zhongnan Mountain, the heavens and the earth changed color, the blood and rain poured out, and all souls were sad.

At the same time, the Ming saint entered the Shaolin of Songshan Mountain and returned to see the head of the ancestral court of Buddhism, the contemporary holy monk - Xuanye.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was in his prime, like the rising sun, Xuanye had no waves in the ancient well, and the Buddha's heart that had been practiced for many years couldn't help but give birth to some waves.

Once upon a time, the young man in front of him had to rely on sprinkling and rolling and hiding in the Shaolin Temple to take refuge, but at this time, he dared to face him, and he came with the intention of letting Buddhism target and even hostile.

But even if he knew, even if he could keep the young man out, Xuan Ye still let him in.

If you don't let it go, you can't do

With this current power, even if he can stop it for a while, he can't stop it for a lifetime.

What's more, with the strength and means shown by this one, God knows what amazing things will be done when time does not allow.

Don't you see, the end of Kongo Temple?

Although it is one of the ancestral courts of Buddhism, Buddhism is Buddhism, even if there are Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism, but you can't write two Buddha words in one stroke, but it is a fact.

"I didn't expect that someone as proud as Brother Zhiyuan Dao would be moved by you!"

Xuan Ye said with emotion.

"The holy monk thinks that with the cultivation of the mind of the Dao Monarch, can anyone really say anything about him?"

Wu Ming's expression was indifferent, and he didn't answer the rhetorical question.

Xuan Ye was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile, looking at Wu Ming, what was reflected in his pupils was a monk dressed in sackcloth, about thirty or forty years old, and it seemed to be seven or eight years old, but when he looked closely, he looked like a monk in his seventies and eighties.

"I am not me in the past and in the future!"

Xuan Ye was stunned for a long time, and looked at Wu Ming with emotion, "I never thought that the Dharma of lay people was so profound, reaching the realm of the Buddha." ”

"The holy monk thinks that the Buddha is this realm?"

Wu Ming tilted his head slightly and looked at Xuan Ye indifferently, "Or is it that in the eyes of the holy monks, Buddhism is the way, and this realm is the end?"

"Amitabha, it's a poor monk!"

Xuan Ye clasped his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said with a deep gaze, "Although the layman's cultivation is profound, my Buddhism will never compromise easily, and I ask the layman to show me the way!"

"Do you know? According to this sacred, the Buddha should be destroyed!"

Wu Ming's expression was slightly cold, he didn't care, facing a holy Buddha, revealing the hatred in his heart, and said lightly, "However, existence is the truth, and this saint is sitting in his current position, and he will not act according to his own joy and anger, so ...... The holy monks can rest assured that the Buddhism will not be cut off, nor will it be targeted and suppressed. ”

"Please also ask the layman for guidance!"

Xuan Ye frowned slightly, and did not hide the incomprehension in his eyes.

It stands to reason that Wu Ming forced Fan Shi to death, carried out a devastating suppression of Confucianism, and borrowed the hand of the dealer to deprive the Taoist leader from the hands of Zhiyuan Daojun, forcing the other party to go outside the territory to fight Zi Yinghan, and after returning, he became a saint.

It is conceivable that Taoism will inevitably go through a reshuffle, and the bloody wind in it, judging from an existence like him who has lived for countless years, even if he did not personally participate in it, he already smelled the pungent bloody breath.

"Buddhism pays attention to compassion, saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, my human race is now suffering from the enemy, internal and external troubles, in danger, Shaolin Temple is extremely Buddhist ancestral court, then born to save people, to the West Pole, promote Buddhism, propaganda doctrine!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"The layman wants to send my Buddha to the outside of the territory?"

Xuan Ye's face was slightly gloomy, and an unknown divine light flashed in his eyes, "But I don't know how to be a layman, how can he be virtuous, and there is such a ......"

"or die!"

Wu Ming said coldly.

The Buddha bead in Xuan Ye's hand suddenly paused, his face turned slowly with some stiffness, looked at the clouds and mist around Songshan, silently lowered his head and sighed, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good!"