Chapter Seventy-Four: Li Shuhong Makes a Move
The stunned look on Li Shuhong's face was hard to understand.
But he won't explain anything.
He still remembered what Master said when he came down the mountain.
"Master, why did you want me to investigate that 'Red Dust' Divine Sword?"
"Because that's the number one saber in the sky."
"Then why do you want to explore the outer buildings?"
"Because 'Red Dust' was built in the Outer Mountains."
"Master, the disciple still doesn't understand."
"Painstakingly, what is your great wish?"
“...... May the people in the world suffer endlessly, and may everyone be fed and clothed. ”
"Do you think a Buddha can save sentient beings?"
"A Buddha can comfort the minds of sentient beings, but he cannot save sentient beings."
"Yes, Jizo has a great wish to hope that hell will be empty, but there are demons everywhere in the world, where is hell empty? Painstakingly, you have been doing things since you came down the mountain, and you have been collecting money, what is the matter? ”
"Although the disciple cannot save sentient beings, I hope that everyone can be saved wherever his hands can reach."
"You take the money to buy land and farm for the people, can you protect them for a while, can you protect them for a lifetime?"
"Even if I can't, I'm willing to go, just ask for a clear conscience."
"That's right, being a teacher is the same as you, but now that the Great Zhou Dynasty is devastated, and the demons outside the territory are watching the Central Plains, Lingshan Temple can only protect one side, but it can't protect the world."
"Master, could it be that sentient beings really can't be liberated?"
"Lingshan Temple can't do it, Taiqingguan can't do it, Taiping Academy can't do it, the imperial court may be able to do it, but it's difficult. No one in the mortal world can do this, but one can do it. ”
"Could it be that he is the number one on the list? But how could he do it alone? ”
"He is not a mortal, he is an immortal in the sky."
"But Master, you have been looking for him for so many years and have not found him, how can the disciple find him?"
It is rumored that he is the brother of the ancestor of the mountain, and ten years ago, the owner and children of the mountainside building died unexpectedly, and only one grandson is missing. I suspect he took him. If you have to meet, invite him to come to Lin San Temple as a guest, and be sure to protect him well on the way. ”
"Master, can the number one on the heavenly list really save sentient beings?"
"Absolutely."
“...... The disciple understood, and this trip to the south must bring back that person. Even if you die, it is not a pity. ”
“...... Go for it. ”
"The disciple retired."
Painstakingly opened his eyes and calmly stared at the white-haired old man in front of him.
The old man's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at him, "Little monk, step aside, the old man is only here to kill someone." ”
The frightened and distorted faces of the ice sculptures echoed in his mind, and the screams of pain under the ruins echoed in his mind......
He could feel his hands and legs trembling.
There's anger, and there's fear.
It's the inherent fear of a weak creature when it encounters a strong creature.
It is the fear of facing death.
If he closes his eyes, he can't see the person in front of him, and he can't perceive it.
In his perception, there was only an eternal glacier in front of him.
But his eyes were calm, and his trembling hands slowly folded, "Amitabha Buddha ......"
He only recited the Buddha's name, but his weak legs did not move for half a minute.
Because there is still hope.
"In that case, then let's die."
The old man casually waved the ice sword in his hand.
The innate great master is like a nuclear bomb.
They can use their true essence to leverage the vitality of heaven and earth.
Therefore, for the innate great masters, those who have not reached the innate are all ants.
And recently, there have been very few innate great masters who have died.
Ninety out of five of the innate people who have died in the past few decades have died at the hands of that mysterious number one person on the Heavenly List.
That's why everyone is so secretive about him.
For a moment, I felt the cold around me.
The heart-piercing cold seemed to soak through the bone marrow of the blood vessels and reach his heart.
The next moment, he was about to transform into a lifelike ice sculpture, and that was the moment when his life ended.
"Pro!"
The index fingers of both hands are painstakingly erected, and the other fingers are bent and combined together to tie the seal of the king of the Ming Dynasty, and the Vajrasattva mantra is silently recited in the mouth.
In an instant, the mind is clear, and the mind is quick.
But that still didn't stop his body from being frozen.
Sure enough, for the innate great grandmaster, even the current master of the world who is the unity of heaven and man is not the enemy of unity.
But painstaking will stop him here.
Even if it's just a stick of incense.
"Pro!"
He once again made the seal of the immovable king and recited the Vajrasattva mantra in his mouth.
"Bing!"
The painstaking gesture turned into the Donkey Kong wheel seal, and quickly recited the mantra of the three kings of the Ming Dynasty.
A bright yellow flame sprouted from the soles of his feet, which melted the frost that spread to his waist.
"Fight! He who! All! Spell! Column! Former! ”
The posture in the hand rotates several seals such as the outer lion seal, the inner lion seal, and the outer binding seal in a single breath.
The flames under his feet spread all over his body, and then the flames dyed his body golden, and the flames also swirled under his feet in the shape of a lotus flower, and condensed into a great jade plate behind his head.
It's just that this jade plate is not very clear.
At this moment, the Buddha seal in his hand has been turned into the sun wheel seal, and the Buddha mantra has also been fixed as the Great Day Nyorai Heart Mantra.
But he couldn't make the last Aquarius Seal, and neither could the Morich Heavenly Heart Mantra.
That was the last word of the nine-character mantra.
If you can use it, then your heart is Zen, and everything is combined.
It's a pity that I still can't cultivate at home......
After doing all this, it was just a moment, and when I opened my eyes again, I painstakingly stepped on the Buddha lotus, and flowers grew in the back of my head.
He felt like he was not one step away from detachment.
At this moment, he should be able to stop this Innate Great Grandmaster.
Unfortunately, when the bright yellow flame burned out, it was also the time when his physical body was extinguished.
But...... It was enough time for Li Shizhu to escape.
And the old man on the other side also looked seriously at the young and handsome little monk for the first time.
"The nine-character mantra of Lin Shan Temple? If your master does it himself, the old man will only have to flee from the wind. It's a pity ......"
You're not him.
He induced the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to infuse the ice sword in his hand, and then slashed out a ten-zhang long ice blade sword!
Wherever the sword passed, all the houses were frozen and collapsed into smithereens!
And passers-by were all frozen into ice sculptures, and then cut off with a sword!
"Drink!"
Bitterly shouted, head-on!
Bang ——!
With a loud bang, the frost pierced the Flame Lotus, sending the blood of the painstaking blow flying several feet away.
He was already badly wounded.
The old man watched coldly, and casually threw out a sword again.
The frost sword gradually enlarged in his vision, and he sighed bitterly in his heart, and then closed his eyes.
He's done everything he can do, and the next thing he's going to do is to die calmly.
It's a pity that after 20 years in a hurry, I made that kind of grand wish, but now I have achieved nothing.
It's ridiculous to think about it now.
But he has no regrets.
But the next moment, the biting cold pain did not reach the body.
Painstakingly opened his eyes, but saw a green shirt figure standing in front of him.
The crimson glass long sword in the figure was unsheathed, splitting the sword at will.
That was his "hope".