Zhang Sanfeng stood there, his face sinking like water, motionless.

Just staring at the line on the letter, staring at the payment.

For a long time......

It was as if time had frozen at this time.

The disciples were confused, that is, no matter how much content was written in that letter, it had to be read at this moment, how could they remain motionless?

Suddenly, a wind blew.

With a scorching breath in the wind, Zhang Sanfeng's robe was all blown up, and within a radius of a few zhang, dead branches and leaves, loess dust, all swept up!

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and laughed, and in the laughter, it was indescribably hearty and happy!

Mo was moved, although Zhang Sanfeng was easy-going, approachable, and had no half-point grandmaster's shelf, but he had been on the mountain for more than ten years, accompanied him day and night, but he had never seen him so profligate!

What is written on top of that epistle?!

The six heroes were also confused, even Song Yuanqiao, who followed Zhang Sanfeng the farthest in his years, and he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng lose his temper like this!

However, Zhang Sanfeng laughed happily when he listened, and everyone didn't bother, just watched quietly.

He smiled and smiled, but there were crystal tears dripping down his eyes, and he only heard his muttering: "Okay, okay, he's still alive, it's been eighty years, I didn't expect him to be alive in the world......"

"Daoist Qiu, Daoist Wang, Senior Brother Li, you are watching in the sky, your hatred, your hatred, Junbao can finally avenge you!"

He cried and laughed, his expression was excited, as if he was crazy, and the disciples who watched it couldn't help but tremble, for fear that something would happen to this hundred-year-old man, and his body couldn't bear it under the emotion.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly called: "Master, Master, is your old man okay......"

Zhang Sanfeng was relieved by this call, looked back, and saw that the disciples of Wudang Mountain were all looking at him with blank eyes from big to small, with a worried and concerned look, and couldn't help but smile: "It's nothing, it's okay, the old way is so happy." ”

"Master, what is written on that paper?" Mo Li said curiously, there is no such thing as a living Buddha in the original book.

"It's just a thing of the past."

Zhang Sanfeng handed the letter to Mo Li carelessly, and Mo Li took it and looked at it:

After March, on the night of the full moon, the old monk sincerely invited the real person and the top of Huashan to repeat the old story of Buddhism and Taoism.

- Pasipa worship

The handwriting is mediocre, between a hook and a painting, there is no extraordinary, but these seal words are put together, but they are connected as a whole, an inexplicable Zen rush to the face, which makes people's eyes shine, as if there is a god and Buddha whispering in the ear.

However, Mo Li turned a blind eye to this inexplicable Zen feeling, and only looked at the payment in a daze, and said to himself: "Ba Si Pa...... It turned out to be Paspa! ”

The name of Paspa is unknown to others, how can he not know?

At this time, it was really the world's unborn talents of Buddhism, with his own strength, suppressed the heroes of the Central Plains Daomen, slaughtered the world's Taoist sects, countless Taoist monks, and also made Tibetan Buddhism spread throughout the land of Mengyuan and became the state religion, and he was also regarded as an emperor by Kublai Khan!

is so heroic that it still exists today?!

"What is written?"

Song Yuanqiao saw that Mo Li was stunned, stretched out his hand and took the letter, and read it in a low voice: "After March, on the night of the full moon, the old monk sincerely invites the real person and the top of Huashan to repeat the old story of the Buddhist and Taoist debates. Paspa worshipped. Paspa ...... ...... Phag-Pa"

He was lost in thought, and always felt that the name was faintly familiar.

The rest of the heroes are also at a loss, although Ba Si Pa is the master of Kublai Khan, but when he was active, Song Yuanqiao and others were not even born, and in addition to the stunning palace after a night of debate, he returned to Tibet, and never set foot in the Central Plains half a step, Song Yuanqiao and other juniors, how can they know this great Yuan national teacher?

"Master, who is Paspa?" Yu Lianzhou frowned and asked.

Gu Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "He is the former national teacher of the Yuan Court, eighty years ago, the palace debated the scriptures, and many Taoist predecessors were feathered, which was done by this person. ”

"It's him!"

All the disciples gasped!

In that debate, they heard Zhang Sanfeng mention it, and they knew that this matter was a big regret in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

When the moon was full that night, the world's Taoist scholars gathered in the palace, headed by the two surviving Quanzhen seven sons of the Quanzhen Sect, under the leadership of Li Zhichang, who was in charge of the teaching, and Buddhism first debated the scriptures, and then discussed martial arts, and finally 14 Taoist masters, all of them were defeated, and blood was sprinkled in the palace.

The remaining Daomen sages were besieged by the masters of Buddhism and the Yuan court guards, Zhang Sanfeng was only a weak crown at that time, his skills were shallow, and he was unable to return to the sky, and he was protected from the palace by the masters of the Quanzhen Sect who fought for his life.

He later became famous all over the world and became a generation of grandmasters in the rivers and lakes, but he often sighed, saying that if he had cultivated now, who would win and who would lose in that debate, he was still between the two, and he didn't expect that now there was a chance to make up for it!

"Eighty years ago, this Ba Si Pa National Teacher was really good enough to live!" Yu Daiyan said with emotion.

"The old Tao can live to be 100 years old, and it is not surprising that the cultivation of this master of Phagsipa has survived to this day."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the Hutu Living Buddha and said, "Where is this old ancestor of your family now?" ”

"He's an old man in Dadu now."

Hutu Living Buddha said with a smile: "The Dharma King has long heard of Zhang Zhenren's name, but his old man has lived in the ** temple for a long time, not out of Tibet, and has never had the opportunity to see the real person, and now he has been invited by His Majesty the Emperor to live in the palace, so he remembered the real person, and specially asked the real person to meet, and I hope that the real person will not refuse." ”

"You can say compliments, he thinks very highly of himself, but I'm afraid that he hasn't looked at the old Tao in his eyes, if your Ming King Demon Descending Array subdues the old Tao, I'm afraid that this letter will not be seen by the old Tao, do you say yes or no?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Hutu Living Buddha smiled and did not answer.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly and said, "Take pen and ink." ”

At present, there are disciples who enter the Sword Pavilion, which often receives high-rollers from the rivers and lakes, and often has tea, cakes, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in case they wait.

Not long after, a disciple carried a tray in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Put the letter on it."

When Song Yuanqiao heard this, he put the letter in the handwritten letter of Ba Si Pa on the tray.

Zhang Sanfeng picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and immediately wrote hard.

Everyone saw that he had an afterimage in his hand, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and an inexplicable rhyme emanated, but in an instant, he stopped putting the pen away.

On top of the letter, there is an extra line of black ink:

"I don't dare to forget the old things; Huashan debates, Sanfeng will come; It is not only about victory or defeat, but also about life and death. ”

At the place of payment, it was Wudang Zhang Sanfeng who worshipped him.

Mo Li looked at it seriously, Zhang Sanfeng's handwritten letter, every stroke is very chic, clear and elegant, each one is filled with a sense of carefree, beyond the dust of the object, the overall view, just like a Xuanmen Yushi, full of fairy spirit.

If it is said that the handwriting of Ba Si Pa is plain and inconspicuous, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more charming, the handwriting of Zhang Sanfeng is subtle and chic, the whole is more amazing, and you can taste a different taste at every glance.

Words are like their people, and this letter alone shows the peerless cultivation of the two immortal talents of this Buddhism.

"Take it and tell Pasipa that the old way will come!" Zhang Sanfeng said.

Hutu Living Buddha answered, took the letter at the moment, and limped away from this place with the monks.

Looking at their distant backs, Mo Li faintly saw countless swords and swords.

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