Looking at the teacher in the distance, the young man touched the wooden sword in his hand, wrapped it in a strip of cloth, and lost it behind him.

The Bulao Mountain has disappeared, completely disappeared from the world, the people under the Bulao Mountain have moved away from here decades ago, and the Bulao Mountain is desolate for hundreds of miles, so that no one sees and cares about the Bulao Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, or rather, on the flat ground, Dogen pondered where to go next.

The Confucian world is definitely not able to go, although the Taoist world can keep itself, but those bull noses are not thinking about stripping the Taoist treasure from their own bodies, this is a dead end.

Go to the world of Buddhism?

No, no, I'm afraid that those dead bald heads are going to shout and follow my Buddha and do the same thing as those old Taoist dogs.

After thinking about it, the forces of the cultivation world can't go by themselves, and the only thing they can count on now is the world, that is, the temple!

After Xiao Daoyuan was ready, he decided to set off to take a look at the secular Jiuzhou.

Dogen changed into a green robe, covered his eyes with a blue ribbon, carried a wooden sword, and led the black ox that the old man had raised at the foot of the mountain in front of him, turned over and rode up, the black bull had stayed under the mountain of immortality for many years, and he was breathing, his hand patted, the black bull made a cry, and raised the cow's hooves and walked slowly to the south.

Along the Bulao Mountain all the way to the south is the Yanjiang River, and the place south of the Yanjiang River is the Jiangnan area.

Dogen walked very slowly.

Bulao Mountain is located north of the Yanjiang River.

Therefore, Bulao Mountain is also known as the North Mountain.

Since the end of the turmoil in the world of the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, the world has dominated the land of Jiuzhou, and the world has been stable and calm for many years.

For thousands of years, monks and secular dynasties are no longer as well water as a thousand years ago, and today's monks have long been integrated into secular life, but they are all some low-level minor monks, and the really powerful monks are so pure and high-minded, the world is too "noisy" for them.

The black bull walked very slowly, and it only walked nine miles in one day.

It was about disgusted that the black bull was walking too slowly, and the young man slapped the cow's ass a little harder, the black bull was in pain, making a mooing sound all day long, and the hind hooves suddenly exerted force, but in a quarter of an hour, he carried the young man to the bank of the Yanjiang River.

The black bull's speed did not decrease, and he did not see the bank of the Yanjiang River in front of him, and the young man's right hand slapped on the top of the black bull's head again as usual feeding, and the black bull stopped his hooves.

If you take a step further, then you will see you at the bottom of the river.

The Yanjiang River is turbulent, the waves are rushing, and a wave crosses the embankment and slaps at a person and a cow.

When the spray hit the boy a foot in front of him, it automatically split up and slammed past the boy's ear and fell to the ground.

The black cow was drenched.

The young man looked at the black cow who was shaking the river water on his head and couldn't help but chuckle: "This stupid cow is still as stupid as when he first came to Bulao Mountain when he was a child." ”

After the young man got off the back of the ox, he put his hands in his sleeves, stood by the river, and said with emotion: "The teacher once told me that Jiuzhou is very large, and thousands of years ago, it was this Yanjiang River that stretched for an unknown number of thousands of miles to distinguish the monk world from the secular world. ”

The north of the Yanjiang River is the area of a large number of monks' activities, and the south of the Yanjiang River is the secular range.

Although there have been frequent contacts between monks and the secular world for nearly a thousand years, they still can't achieve the goal of the bigwigs on both sides, assimilation!

But those who really understand know in their hearts that monks cannot live under the same roof as ordinary people.

Because it can be seen from the longevity alone that the gap is too big.

The lifespan of ordinary people is no more than 100 years old, while the lifespan of a monk who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation has already reached more than 100 years old.

The biggest difference is in strength!

Ordinary martial arts practice, at most, a thousand catties of strength is already very impressive.

And after the monk cultivates to a certain level, he will be separated from the mountains and the sea, flying to the sky and the earth, and he can do anything.

For thousands of years, there has been a great war between monks in the mortal realm.

At that time, it was a big sensation, because the war destroyed a city in the Tang Dynasty!

No one survived in the city.

After that, the people in the monk world established a chapter with the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

In order to reach the Nine Realms, monks must not cross the Yanjiang River for a single step, otherwise they will be hunted down and killed by monks all over the world.

And because of that tragedy, the monk world, as compensation, ostensibly sent some cultivation classics to Datang to cultivate monks, but the highest level that these classics can cultivate is also in the sixth realm.

The monk is a time bomb to the laity, he doesn't know when it will explode, and he is very powerful.

Dogen clasped his hands in his sleeves, and there was a flash of golden light under his eyes under the cyan ribbon.

"Sure enough, as the teacher said, Yanjiang is a transcendent prohibition that blocks the monks' mundaneness. ”

In order to stop these people, some righteous monks took advantage of the natural geographical advantages of Yanjiang to create a transcendent prohibition here.

You can't pass above the Nine Realms.

Xiao Daoyuan folded his hands and thought: "How to get over? This Yanjiang bank is also dozens of miles away, and there is really no way to go over for a while, it's okay for me to go alone, but now I have you!"

Dogen said and glanced at the black bull.

After thinking for a moment, Dogen came to the black bull, patted the latter's horns and said earnestly: "Dahei, do you want to see the mundane scenery with me, and you want to enjoy the mundane prosperity and wealth with me?"

Black Bull nodded awkwardly.

"Okay, but I might have to grieve you in a moment, but it's okay, it's going to be fine. ”

As soon as Dogen's mind moved, a golden silk streamer rope floated in front of the black bull, and the next moment the four hooves of the black bull were tied together, which frightened the black bull into a terrified moo moo.

"Don't be afraid, soon!" Dowon reassured.

After a while, I saw the young man holding the black bull with his limbs tied in his left hand and throwing it violently towards the opposite bank.

Moo!!!

The screams of the black bull resounded on both sides.

Immediately after that, the boy threw a streamer flying sword in the direction of the black bull again.

The flying sword quickly caught up with the black bull, and the flying sword seemed to have a spirit, and the hilt of the sword hung on the streamer rope that tied to the black you and flew towards the opposite bank.

The boy watched the black bull fly by, and the next step was to jump into the Yanjiang River, the boy did not fall into the Yanjiang River, but stood on the surface of the Yanjiang River, as if no one was in the land.

Not a single drop of the splash of water on the surface of the river fell on the boy's body, and it was all resisted by a mysterious force.

Looking at the other side of the Yanjiang River dozens of miles away and the black bull that was carried by the flying sword, the young man said: "It's too ostentatious to pass through the formation at high altitude, it's better to go from the bottom." ”

The next moment, the young man rode the waves, neither fast nor slow, and swept towards the other side of the Yanjiang River.