Clear the mountain.

The abbot of the Green Pothos Zen Monastery faced a question.

Xuan Lonely lowered his eyes and said: "If the world is in turmoil, if the living beings are ruined, if Zen breaks the precepts, then save yourself, bless it, and blame it." ”

Xia Guang asked: "That day the Son of Heaven died of illness, can Zen know that?"

Xuan Lin frowned slightly, but he obviously understood some things, so he said: "One drink and one peck, there is a fixed number, the general trend is like this, let's go with the sky." ”

"Therefore, those who have done wrong do not need to be punished? Those who have died will still be reincarnated as animals for hundreds of lifetimes. Is this what you said about going with the sky?"

Xia Guang suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

From the heart.

It seems that all the memories of the past, as well as the emotions that go back to the present, are all integrated into the bottom of my heart.

But don't think about what the future holds.

This emotion can be summed up by the word "impulsive", but it is not pure anger.

He remembered the dwelling place of Zen, the white egret Shenzhou that the devil said in his mouth, high up, overlooking the three thousand Buddha kingdoms of the world, the birth, old age, sickness and death, gathering and scattering, saying a word is empty, you can veto everything, say a word in the next life, you can forget all the sorrows in this life, you just need to kowtow...

Vaguely, he seemed to see the divine land that was sitting in the void and scattering light, so he raised his halberd, pointed at the white-eyed old monk from afar, and said word by word: "Today, I am going to destroy this stone statue, and you are coming to stop me?"

Xuan Shen said Amitabha Buddha, it seemed to pause for a moment, but the aura around him began to change rapidly, becoming complex and mysterious, he suddenly said: "A few days ago, the kid from Fengshen Mountain passed by me, and he admired you very much, and also mentioned the four silent catastrophes, and invited Zen Buddhism to discuss major matters, but the old man refused, do you know why?"

"Be careful. ”

The reminder of the third dream arrived at the right time.

Xia Guang didn't care, he just held Fang Tian's right hand and tightened again, "Why?"

Xuan Lin suddenly raised his head, and at some point a strange change had taken place in his body, the Buddha's light became dim, but it was profound, and it was full of an evil meaning.

He smiled hideously: "Because this kingdom should have been abandoned. If you insist on smashing the Buddha statue and blaspheming the Dhyana, the old man will say that you will not be able to go to the hell of Abi, and you will not be able to be reborn forever. ”

The word superbirth has just been spit out,

The white-eyed old monk blended into a sharp light, and with a finger, the fingertips were in full bloom, and the flowers were gorgeous, but in an instant, there were countless corpses hidden in front of him, buried deep in the flower field, no one saw it, no one knew.

The layer of evil Buddha light that covered him was shrouded in the hundred flowers and the bones.

Xia Guang seemed to have expected him to make a move, his expression remained unchanged, his right hand rotated, the long halberd was like a dragon, and it was thrown out suddenly, and thirty percent of the internal force was completely instilled into the halberd pole, and the halberd was like a dragon, soaring between the two moons.

Bite!

Fingers on the tip of the halberd.

Neck and neck.

Xia Guang only felt that an extremely strong force was attacking from the opposite side, and the internal force that was fused in the halberd melted when he encountered the dim Buddha light, like snow in the boiling water.

Whoa...

The tip of the halberd shattered.

But Xia Guang's hand still did not move in the slightest, and his strength had increased to fifty percent at this time.

But Fang Tian's halberd was still broken.

Inch after inch, but the old monk had beads of sweat on his forehead, but his face did not change, but a finger came from a distance as if he was holding the flower of death.

Sixty percent.

Seventy percent.

...

The old monk's expression finally changed.

Xia Guang's expression also moved slightly.

Both were shocked by the other's strength.

Although the old monk is a lonely body, he has long been occupied by Zen's demonic thoughts, so this is a Buddha with a mundane body, but he is limited by some laws and cannot fully exert himself, but in her own opinion, she is already invincible.

So, this Zen and that demon thought was taken aback.

Xia Guang is also a little strange, there are actually people who can resist his seven successes.

Even with the support of Dhyana, it should not be possible.

It's just that he doesn't know that what he is facing now is a Dhyana, a real Dhyana demonic thought that has descended.

In the eyes of the third dream, I saw that the terrifying Buddha light almost burst out from the Xuan Lone's fingers, and the mysteries of life and death were hidden in it.

And her partner seems to rely on her strength to fight against it.

After thinking about it, the third dream still feels that his partner is awesome.

Xia Guang slowly increased this strength, and finally increased his strength to eighty percent with the blessing of Shen Yin.

The pure yang and pure yin of the ninth layer, and even the wisp of the gang wind generated by the Eight Desolation Divine Skill that broke through the limit of the eighty-ninth layer, also surged out along his broken halberd.

Fengyue Zen, who was possessed in Xuan Lone's body, finally showed a hint of shock.

"Phew!"

He took another step forward, and the whole person sank like a clear mountain, and the ink-colored Buddha light visible from his body converged from him, all gathered to the point of his fingertips.

Xia Guang raised his strength again.

9. Success.

Fengyue Channa finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the old monk's face that she occupied became pale, and she couldn't use more power, otherwise she would be discovered by the eyes that were always open in time and space.

But in the midst of this fight, Xia Guang suddenly had some feelings in his heart.

This perception is not an upgrade of the previous killing moves, but is born from the bottom of his heart, and all the moves he has practiced in the past are all integrated in his mind, and with his experience, thoughts, and all his feelings, they are rapidly changing and blending.

There are five levels of exercises.

Ordinary, high-level, grandmaster, peerless, and legends unknown to the world, as well as pseudo-myths.

The more advanced the exercises, the more difficult they are to practice, and the more powerful they will naturally be when they are successfully practiced.

However, no matter how strong the internal force is, if there is no move to use it, at most it will be a subconscious mobilization, and it will have a defensive effect.

The moves are also simple and subtle.

The person who uses the move also has a similar nature.

If the degree of phase is high, it can exert a power that the original exercise may not have.

In the capital before, although General Huang Sheng said that the moves were also classified in general with internal strength, in fact, there was a fallacy.

At first, the moves certainly needed to be ingenious, and even produced the distinction between good and bright and evil.

But at a certain point, subtlety doesn't matter.

Xia Guang felt more and more that after learning so many exercises, it could be said that he had the moves to reach the ninth level of the eighteen martial arts, but proficiency was not perfect.

Internal strength can be practiced with perseverance, but moves are not.

Because for moves, after breaking through the boundaries of technique, the most important point is the mood and artistic conception.

If you want to go to the next level, you must not only master that move, but also observe your own inner demons and fight against them, so that your state of mind becomes more and more calm in the confrontation, and your realm becomes more and more sophisticated.

None of these things can be learned through the exercises of writing books, and perhaps you can experience the state of mind of the writer at that time through the original handwriting, but in the end, you still need to do it yourself.

So, what is all my heart?

In the midst of this great war.

Xia Guang was groaning, he had a feeling in his heart, and looked at the more and more halberds that had been broken.

The rod has cracked.

And among the two crescents, there is also a piece.

Only one bend remained, and under the strength of the two of them, the rod that was swallowed quickly went towards the middle.

It was a crescent moon.

It's like a knife.

Thinking of the knife, Xia Guang suddenly had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The familiarity quickly mixed with the broken halberd in his hand.

He smiled suddenly.

Because suddenly he had a little realization.

This is not a breakthrough on the spot, because he already has the upper hand, but this seemingly evenly matched battle has made some of his accumulation achieve a qualitative change.

At this time, the old monk who occupied Fengyue Zen also felt something, and raised his head.

I don't know when, the black-haired boy standing opposite him seems to have changed his temperament.

It seems that there is a faint scenery outside the sky, and the black-armored young man seems to have taken off his armor, carrying a fishing rod, leisurely walking on the vast undulating green plain, not in a hurry, and there seems to be a simple hut behind him, and there is a girl in front of the house, beckoning, as if asking him to go home early.

is so leisurely, it is simply incompatible with the fierce and thrilling scene at this time.

Fengyue Zen was stunned.

This... Is it the heart of the Dao?

This young man is determined to be free, but he is here to fight with the true Buddha, why?

There is no answer.

Because in the next moment, all the leisurely things are instantly disillusioned, as if the previous saw that everything was false.

Whether it's false, it's true.

Fengyue Chan only saw a pair of cold, resolute eyes of the Great Zhou Shenwu King.

And then.

Heaven and earth are broken.

There was only a light left like a galactic backwards.

This light can be seen within a hundred miles.

It was the Fang Tian Halberd that had been broken, and it was also the spirit and courage of this young man, which was mixed with the violent internal force, and the strength was exerted far beyond the past.

Fengyue Chan suddenly felt the great perseverance and great ambition in this halberd.

So, he angrily rebuked: "Just mortals, they also want to slaughter the land of gods and Buddhas?

As he spoke, the golden light of life suddenly burst out, rushing into his fingertips, and the Buddha's light rolled up, purifying the world.

But it can't purify the young man with the halberd at this moment, this Great Zhou Shenwu King.

"Demon, you dare!"

Fengyue Channa scolded angrily.

But the halberd in Xia Guang's hand, which was obviously broken, also regained its brilliance again, and the brilliance was all over again, and the strength that had already gained the upper hand became devastating, easily tearing apart the rich and dark Buddha light.

The strength did not decrease, and he continued to run, until the jade Buddha statue of Fengyue Zen in the distance was cut in two.

Heaven and earth roared.

And his use of this esoteric state of mind made him seem to be shrouded in an inexplicable brilliance, extremely majestic, not to be blasphemed, and even more like a god than the Buddha statue.

A trace of horror flashed in Xuan Lone's eyes, followed by a look of jealousy, which was originally only a little hideous, but now it burned even more fiercely.

"Good, good!"

The old monk said three good words in a row, and then the Buddha light around him faded like a tide.

Xuan Lian's eyes regained clarity, and he looked up at Xia Guang tiredly, with a complicated expression, and said weakly: "Does the donor have a name for this style just now?"

Xia Guang turned around slowly.

And the indifferent voice drifted away with the wind.

"The three mountains are half outside the blue sky, and a halberd divides the Egret Continent. ”

Egret Island is the place where the rumored gods and Buddhas live, and this mere mortal wants to divide this place?!

How arrogant.

And how domineering?

Xuan Lin shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it after all, he just sighed, "Amitabha, the donor is good for himself", that is, he folded his hands and sat down.