The golden crow Zhenyu is on the top of Mount Tai, and the rivers are like dragons. ”

Jiang Wang had never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he had guessed the existence of a dragon, imagined the appearance of a dragon, and seen the pattern of a dragon.

Every time he saw the long river, he would feel that this was a living dragon. Meandering through the vast expanse of the present world, it shows greatness to everyone who sees it.

Jiang Wang flew over this "Hanhai in the land", flying over the snow and silver practice dancing on the earth.

In this place, you can already see Tenmahara in the distance.

In my ears is the roar of the long river, and in front of me is life and freedom.

Jiang Wang only felt that the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and his mind that had been suppressed for a long time was clear.

Sauvignon Blanc was eager to try in the sheath, he almost wanted to dance the sword in the sky over this long river, so he took the roar of this "ancestral river" as a song, and took the high dome as the stage, so that heaven and earth could be the audience, and he could relax his chest.

There is a new understanding brewing in my mind, and it only takes an opportunity to capture it......

At this moment, Jiang Wang's hairs stood on end all over his body!

He felt a great fear born of the instinct of life, and the shadow of death instantly overshadowed his heart.

He turned, drew his sword!

The magnificent sword intent rushed into the sky, and the sword light suddenly rose.

He saw a slap!

An overwhelming, all-encompassing slap.

The sword light suddenly extinguished.

Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but the whole person was stiff in the air, unable to escape. Can't move.

The footsteps of death have already stepped in front of the door.

Clang!

The slap fell, striking an ancient bronze bell, making a long bell ringing.

Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light, dizzy, as if he had entered a world of golden light, and then the bell rang grandly, as if surrounded by supreme Zen sound.

I vaguely heard the Buddha singing magnificently, saying, "If I smell it!"

Then the golden light dissipated, and the heavens and the earth reappeared.

A bronze bell spun up and down, and fell into the hands of an old monk in ragged clothes in front of him.

He hung in front of him, his back to Jiang Wang, facing forward.

He wasn't tall, he could even be called thin.

He also did not have any high temperament, and the monk's clothes on his body were tattered and stained with blood.

From Jiang Wang's point of view, you can see the dirty back of his neck and the not very clean back of his head. In the hole in the monk's robe, you can see the dark wrinkled skin.

But his voice was very flamboyant and majestic—

"Apprentice stand back and let the teacher come!"

It is the old monk who has not been seen for months.

After passing the bitter feeling, Jiang Wang only saw the owner of the previous terrifying slap - it was a middle-aged man with a not very good face, but between his eyebrows and eyes, his own majesty diffused.

Before a simple slap was hit, the sword momentum had collapsed, and the cultivation of the two supernatural powers had no room for resistance. At this age and appearance, at this time, his identity is naturally about to come out.

Today's lord of Zhuangjing Society, Zhuang Gaoxian!

"I smell the bell?"

Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, obviously a little surprised: "I don't know which master of the Hanging Temple is in front of him?"

He and Ye Lingxiao tacitly missed it far away, leaving Du Ruhui behind, and chased him all the way to the long river, and finally caught up with the murderer who attacked Dong A.

I saw that it was such a young teenager.

His ability to involve the White Bone Evil God and the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb had already surprised him, and what he didn't expect was that he found out that this person was still related to the Hanging Temple!

He clearly heard that the old monk called himself "a teacher".

How could the disciples of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism have anything to do with the White Bone Evil God and the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb?

Almost immediately, he thought of the myriad possibilities of conspiracy, and his mind raced.

"Ahem!"

Kujue faced Zhuang Gaoxian and turned his back to Jiang Wang.

He knew that leaving only one back was the most majestic image, so he never looked back.

He was desperately injured and forcibly broke the wind so that he could arrive here in time to save his beloved disciple.

After such hard work, the image must not be lost at this time.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight!" he looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said majestically: "Standing in front of you is the future Pure Land Buddha, the next abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Kujue! Who are you, who dare to touch the disciples of the Buddha?"

Zhuang Gaoxian's brows furrowed even tighter.

This old monk said it strangely, but it was all "future", "next office", "future", "future", and "later", and none of them were implemented. It's a bit crazy and babbling.

But I can't fake it when I hear Zhong, and his cultivation as a real person in the world can't deceive people.

"I am the lord of the mountains and rivers of the Zhuang realm, the seal of the Yujing, the country of the royal Dao!" Zhuang Gaoxian said coldly: "This master, you said that the thief who assassinated the deputy minister of my Zhuang State is your disciple of the Hanging Temple." Can I understand that you want to declare war on my Dao Sect on behalf of the Hanging Temple?"

Zhuang Gaoxian can only represent Zhuang Guo, but it does not prevent him from using the status of the Daoist country to pull up the Daomen Tiger Flag at this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

The old monk was very slippery, so he naturally refused to fall for this evil. sneered, and scratched the squeaky nest again: "My apprentice, I have always been well-behaved and kind, that is to sweep the floor and fear the lives of moles and ants, and cherish the moth gauze lamp." You say he kills people, I don't believe chickens!"

Not only did the old monk not believe it, but Jiang Wang himself didn't believe it either.

With his sword momentum, it would be too much to say that he didn't dare to kill chickens.

Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian couldn't believe it.

He stretched out his hands, showing domineering: "So, does the master really want to do one?"

The old monk is slippery, and he doesn't want to find out whether this young man is a murderer or not. That's pointless. In this case, the fact that you come and go is equivalent to giving up the pursuit. And he chased after him so much, of course he refused to give up.

It is not enough to involve the opposition between Buddhism and Taoism, so it is the most suitable choice to pick out Zhuangguo and the Hanging Temple, and talk to him as a real person in the world.

Therefore, he only asked whether he would fight a war! It was precisely to weigh the weight of this old monk and how far he was willing to protect the murderer.

Kujue laughed, although his clothes were tattered and his injuries had not healed, he did not show weakness and was arrogant: "Monks are compassionate. The Buddha advises you to turn back as soon as possible!"

At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an eager voice in his ears: "This guy his hands, and the obedient guy runs first!"

For Kujue's arrogance, Zhuang Gaoxian laughed angrily, and only said: "Okay!"

No longer restrained, immediately waved his palm.

The sea of clouds is surging, and the long river under your feet is shaking.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to find hell!"

Kujue shouted angrily, and the momentum was magnificent. As soon as the palms were closed, a golden "swastika" Buddha seal was born out of thin air, and it rose in the wind. Like a golden wall, firmly in front of it.

Two real people in the world fought a big battle on this long river.

And Jiang Wang didn't hesitate, turned around and flew quickly.

Kujue traveled thousands of miles to save him, and it was impossible for him not to be moved.

But he knew very well that with his current strength, he had no chance to influence the battle of the real people in the world.

Leaving here quickly, so that Kujue does not have to worry about him and has a chance to get out of the fight, is the best choice.

Insisting on staying here and living and dying with Kujue is the most stupid hypocrisy.

There will be no meaning except to move yourself and drag others down.

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