"I was twenty years old when I came out of the mountain, and I had seven kinds of stunts, each skill was less than ten moves, and more than a hundred moves. When he went to the army, he spent the night learning with his colleagues, or fighting in the field, and the seven stunts ranged from seven or eight moves to twenty or thirty moves. After Emperor Zichen seized the sky, he enshrined the strong princes of the world, I was defeated and went into hiding, and even entered the Buddhist temple to achieve enlightenment, so he cut his hair and became a monk, please Qiyue National Zen Head Temple, meditate in the temple Zen Tao, only three skills are left, and each skill is only five moves. Thirty years ago, when I broke through the void, I encountered the wind and thunder of the elderly, and I pointed to my heart as evidence, and I learned three times, and finally achieved success. Up to now, there is only one of the seven stunts left, and there are only three moves in that skill. ”

Under the peach blossom tree, the white-clothed monk turned his back to the peach couple and said leisurely.

"Great! There are only three tricks, which is much easier to learn! ”

Tao'er clapped her hands, and her Songbai Fujun also smiled.

"Eager to learn?"

The white-clothed monk shook his head with a smile and a teasing tone.

The peach blossom essence and the pine and cypress essence do not know the martial arts, so they have this to say. Liu Yun is otherwise, he clearly knows what a profound martial arts concept is needed to be able to remove the seven skills and hundreds of moves, and integrate them into one skill and three moves! How can one skill and three moves smelted with such martial arts concepts be easily learned?

It is worthy of being the founder of the Great Zen Head Temple, one of the eight major sects of Tianque, and there really is a set!

Liu Yun looked forward to it silently.

"My technique is called "Ask the Buddha". The three moves are three mudras, the past, the present and the future. ”

The white-clothed monk said, his fingers were like flowers, and his body floated up slowly, suspended in mid-air.

Tao'er and his wife looked confused, while Liu Yun stared at the white-clothed monk with wide eyes and full attention, for fear of missing a detail.

"Those who have passed are like the water that has passed, and there is no return."

As he spoke, the white-clothed monk punched forward: "Look, this is the seal of the past!" ”

Liu Yun's right eye was full of purple thunder, and he stared carefully at the white-clothed monk's fist.

I saw a wonderful light flowing out from between the monk's fingers, and it turned into a huge force in an instant, but it was a powerful back-absorbing force, as if it wanted to suck this heaven and earth into his fist. His punch seemed ordinary and simple, but Liu Yun found countless changes in it, and these changes were so coherent that it was almost impossible to see the changes in them.

The past, the vanished.

Liu Yun could feel the artistic conception of withering and passing away contained in the monk's punch, revealing a thick desolation and pathos.

Heavenly high-grade exercises such as "Divine Bat Heavenly Skill" and "Gale Dance", Liu Yun can imitate a rough idea after two or three glances. However, in the face of the past printing of "Ask the Buddha", Liu Yun never blinked from beginning to end, but it was still difficult to understand the essentials, and he was unable to learn it for a long time.

This is a technique that surpasses the heavenly grade but is not enough for the divine grade, and like the complete "Thirteen Strikes of the Heaven-Shattering", it needs to be mastered by the thunder eye and the concept of martial arts.

Liu Yun said secretly.

The white-clothed monk had already begun to demonstrate the seal of tonight, and Liu Yun could only keep the past seal in mind first, and look at the monk with full attention.

"Those who do not move tonight are as immovable as a mountain."

The white-clothed monk punched out, unpretentious.

But it was this ordinary punch that made the wind and clouds stagnate, and the whole world seemed to suddenly freeze, not to mention the monk who punched. He was suspended in mid-air, but he seemed to stand up to the sky, the heavens and the earth did not collapse, and he did not move.

This punch Liu Yun quickly understood.

Compared with the past seal, this seal is more like a defensive seal, when pinched out, it can not only resist the enemy thousands of miles away, but also stabilize itself from external evils.

The past is like the deceased, today is as immobile as a mountain, what about the future

Faintly, Liu Yun already had some understanding.

"The future is like thunder, far as the stars!"

The white-clothed monk threw a punch, which seemed as ordinary as the first two punches. Liu Yun used his supernatural power and thunder eyes, and he could see clearly that this punch with the future printing method was full of vitality and full of many different changes, as if there were infinite possibilities, which was fascinating.

"Smack!"

The white-clothed monk casually flew out of the ten-zhang pine and cypress mountain with a punch, and he didn't know how many thousands of miles it flew out.

Liu Yun was dumbfounded.

He didn't feel the strength of the white-clothed monk, the white-clothed monk didn't exert his strength at all, he just relied on the fist intent of the future seal to throw the mountain away, and he was really amazing.

Past, Present, Future.

These three completely different points in time were given different artistic conceptions by the Great Zen Head Patriarch, but for Liu Yun, these three may be regarded as one.

Liu Yun finally knew why he was so familiar with the prayer wheel.

He comes from the future, but the future is his past, the past, the present, and the future, isn't it a reincarnation for Liu Yun, who has been reborn here?

If the Great Zen Ancestor knew that the three skills he had condensed after a lifetime of hard work could be further smelted into one move, no matter how high his Zen mind realm was, he would probably be surprised.

However, Liu Yun's martial arts concept is still not up to that height, and his heart is more than enough but his strength is insufficient, just the three moves of "Ask the Buddha" are enough for him to comprehend, let alone integrate the three moves into one move.

In the peach garden, the white-clothed monk is guiding the Tao'er couple.

Liu Yun hid on the side and figured out the three moves of "Ask the Buddha" over and over again, with the hint of reincarnation, Liu Yun didn't think it was too difficult, and soon imitated the three moves into seven or eighty percent.

"You're so interested."

At this moment, a sudden laughter rang out.

Liu Yun turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man in a linen cloth at the gate of Taoyuan at some point. This person is tall, with gray temples and a full forehead, and at first glance it seems to be ordinary, the kind of man who will quickly disappear in the crowd. But when Liu Yun met those eyes, his heart couldn't help but waver, that person's gaze was very light, so light that it was difficult to describe in words, but in his eyes, there was the vicissitudes and wisdom of seeing through the life and world, and the peerless elegance that could not be concealed overflowed from those vast eyes, once discovered, it was difficult to hide.

Liu Yun's heart lake rippled, and for some reason, he felt that the tip of his nose was faintly sour.

Three thousand demon gates, a defeat, the door is hidden, Shinong industry and commerce.

In the long history, the Demon Gate has never won a victory, but it has never disappeared. The defeated people in the Demon Gate are hidden in the government and the opposition, or pretending to be farmers or hawkers, and they look no different from ordinary people at a glance. But every time they raise their eyes, inadvertently, they can always show their once upon a time of pleasure and indulgence.

This is the root bone of the Demon Gate.

Just like the man in front of him.

"Old Feng, you're too early." The white-clothed monk smiled and greeted him.

Sure enough, it was him!

After calming down, Liu Yun looked up at the Demon Gate powerhouse closest to Emperor Zichen in the history books, and sighed in his heart.

Feng Zhenlei nodded slowly, turned a blind eye to the Tao'er couple, and said lightly: "I have placed the golden cicada properly." Thousands of years later, when the four lay people were born, it was the time of the Tianyong chaos. ”

"The measuring ruler has also been included in the Xuanmiao Gate by me, and one day in the future, my great Zen disciples who have enlightened the prayer wheel should be able to get the mark to open the Xuanmiao Gate." When the white-clothed monk spoke, his eyes mocked: "That guy Zichen really did it himself, in less than three thousand years, Qibao has appeared, even if he leaves the Zichen Divine Court, it will be useless." ”

"Yes, extremely. I have to predict that the future Tianque Rebellion will start from the southeast, and I left "The Legend of Yong" in the Xuanmiaomen to show future generations. ”

"Those seven stories are probably not enough."

"That's enough, any more will be detected by the Zichen Divine Court. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and we are only doing our best, whether we succeed or fail depends on the will of God. Feng Zhenlei said, and walked out: "They have all gone, and I will go first." Tibetan Zen, goodbye to the gods. ”

"Wind and thunder, goodbye to the gods."

It wasn't until the wind and thunder disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest that the white-clothed monk turned around. He smiled slightly, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged under the peach blossom tree, and turned into golden powder under the tearful gaze of Peach, swinging leisurely, floating high in the sky with the wind.

Is this the truth?

Looking at the golden sands in the sky, Liu Yun's mood fluctuated.

Feng Zhenlei's words overturned some of Liu Yun's previous conjectures, this Demon Gate powerhouse did not have as much sympathy as Liu Yun had thought after the battle with Emperor Zichen. The frustration and retreat to the mountains and wilderness mentioned on the stone tablet of "Thirteen Strikes of the Heavens" are all boasted by this old ancestor of the Demon Sect. In fact, he was not convinced, and he won over Zichen's great enemies such as the Great Zen Head Ancestor Master, and laid out for thousands of years, not fighting for the time, but only for future generations!

And the seven "Legend of Yong", they are not some absurd stories, on the contrary, each of them corresponds to a treasure, such as a golden cicada, such as a measuring ruler. It seems that if you get these seven treasures, you will be able to suppress the Zichen Divine Court and pry the foundation of Tianyong!

No wonder there will be Wu Yuan in troubled times, heroes and heroes, and princes vying for hegemony, but they still failed after all.

Under the helm of Dugu Peacock, the Tianyong Dynasty survived the stormy Wuyuan period, and was not replaced by saints until thousands of years later.

And the measuring ruler also achieved the "Demon Destroying Heart Sutra", which opened the prelude to the catastrophe of the Demon Gate.

Why did the millennium layout fail in the middle of the process? What's going on here?

Whatever happened, here I am.

Listening to the mournful and tactful sound of turning the prayer from a distance, Liu Yun said silently.

Maybe it's because of the unyielding look in the wind and thunder when he left, maybe it's because of the tragic fate of Liu Yun's lost dog in his previous life, or maybe it's just because he suddenly realized.

Liu Yun, who has always been cold-blooded and selfish, actually had a trace of blood in his heart, and gave birth to the idea of turning the tide and saving the fate of the Demon Gate for ten thousand years.

Just a moment later, Liu Yun grinned, his face full of self-deprecation.

He didn't know how long the thought would last, and to him it was a crazy move against his philosophy of life, and he might have regretted it when he got up tomorrow morning.

Maybe I regret it.

However, as long as he had such a thought at the moment, it was enough.

The sound of the passage is ethereal and distant.

Gradually, Liu Yun opened his eyes.

At noon, the sun was extremely sunny, and on the top of the high altar, Tang Yuchen and Dugu Peacock led a group of civil and military nobles to walk back under the guidance of the sky monk.

Zuo Huan's fiery eyes came from the side.

When the incense ends, the assassination will begin.