The golden Borneo flower is between the virtual and the real, in a trance, slowly flying towards the cliffless. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Yazi pointed out, summoning an invisible and phaseless sword qi that shattered the vacuum.

The sword qi stabbed the golden Borneo, but it was absorbed by the Borneo, and after spinning on the Borneo flower a few times, it made the Borneo bloom even more delicate.

At that time, King Brahma brought a number of dependents to dedicate the world-honored Buddha to the Golden Bharava, and each bowed to the Buddha's feet and sat down. At that time, the World-Honored One immediately offered the golden brahwa, raised his eyebrows in an instant, and showed it to the public, silently. The nameless old monk smiled and whispered, as if he was preaching the Fa and preaching, rather than facing the enemy.

There was a Kaye smile. The World-Honored One said: "I have the Dharma Eye to hide, and the Nirvana Wonderful Heart, that is, to pay the instructions to you." Thou shalt sustain and continue. "When the Buddha was enshrined, the Buddha bowed and retreated. ”

Wu Yazi has learned through the past and the present, and ordinary martial arts martial artists may not understand this text, but how can Wu Yazi not understand it, and he is even more angry. The terrifying true qi constantly stirred around, wanting to shake the heavens and the earth with great power, and annihilate this flower of the soul with the power of heaven and earth. Only the mind is somewhere between the illusory and the real.

After discovering that this Borneo flower that could not destroy the blooming of the soul, Wu Yazi roared: "Old monk, this flower is planted in your heart, as long as it kills you and makes your heart extinguish, this flower will naturally die." You're forcing me to kill you!"

After that, he had already slapped his palm towards the nameless old monk.

The palm power is incomparable, and a palm is like a sky collapse.

"Amitabha!" The nameless old monk recited the Buddha's name, and there was golden light blooming from the body, surrounded by temples and Buddhas, believers burning incense, arhats soaring clouds in the sky, and flying scattered flowers...

When everything was enveloped, the incomparably violent palm power was directly suppressed, and it was not allowed to break into this solemn Buddha Pure Land in the slightest.

"How is it possible! You have already left the Shaolin Temple! You have left the Buddha country you have carefully built, how can you still resist me?" Wu Yazi said in disbelief.

The nameless old monk said: "There is a pure land in the heart, the Buddha country everywhere, there are blessings in the body, and the world is safe." Lao Qu has lived in Shaolin for a long time, cultivating the pure land in his heart, but enlightening the Buddha country of all sentient beings. As long as sentient beings have the heart of the Buddha, as long as the pure land in the heart of the old man is not destroyed, this Buddha country will naturally be everywhere. ”

"So the whole world is yours? The old monk will die for me!" Wu Yazi sneered, he didn't believe it at all, he had absorbed most of the skills of Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong's grandmother, he now only felt that he was already extraordinary, and the heavens, earth and the universe could not limit his will and thoughts, what qualifications did an old monk have to stop him?

The old monk just stood still, letting the wind and sword qi slash wantonly, and the Buddha didn't know how to shake it there.

The golden Borneo flower has flown to the eyes of Wuyazi, and then smoothly melted into Wuyazi's heart.

Wu Yazi was shocked, circulating his true qi around his body, and asked, "Old monk, old bald donkey, what have you done?"

The nameless old monk said: "Shaolin has seventy-two stunts, and many monks think that this skill is exquisite and can be controlled at will." However, the old man thought that this was the finger of spreading the Fa, and that he was in harmony with each other, and that he was spreading the Fa from heart to heart. ”

Deep in Xuzhu's body, Gu Chuanxia's consciousness has gradually been swallowed by Wuyazi's consciousness, if it weren't for the lonely sword intent to guard, he would have already lost himself and merged into a part of Wuyazi.

Suddenly, the sea of consciousness shone brightly, and a golden Borneo bloomed, banishing all the darkness.

A sense of compassion welled up in my heart. The compassionate sword technique that Gu Chuanxia has cultivated alone is not only fully comprehended at this moment, but also more thoroughly comprehended the true meaning of it.

"I see! The knife of mercy has both the weight of defending against the enemy and hurting oneself. The Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, which is compassion and hurting oneself, great mercy and great compassion. The trick of defending against the enemy, the ancient legend has already understood it thoroughly, so don't say it. That move to hurt oneself is where the anger of the Knife of Mercy lies. If the knife that hurts oneself is reversed, and the knife edge is against the enemy, it will degenerate into a demon and turn into a terrifying eighteen knives of the nose. ”

While comprehending the Mercy Knife, Gu Chuanxia also knew his current situation.

"I didn't expect it to be an unknown old monk who saved me. If he had used the same means in history, he would have saved Xuzhu. Then Xuzhu must have kept himself. So the question is, where did Xuzhu go?"

This question, Gu Chuanxia is constantly asking himself and others.

The answer is different every time.

At the beginning, the people in Drum Mountain said that Xuzhu broke his life and disappeared. Later, in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals, the answer was that Xuzhu had already died, and it was Wuyazi who came back to life but died again.

But now the situation has changed again, there is an unknown old monk intervening, and Xuzhu has not been swallowed by Wuyazi, so where is Xuzhu?

Behind the thousand-year-old history, there is a lot of fog.

Under the support of the golden Borneo, the ancient legend saw the old monk sitting in the middle of the Borneo.

The old monk looked at him, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he did not move. It seems that he didn't see that he was not a false bamboo at all, or that he had already known, but he didn't care.

"I'm not a void bamboo!" Gu Chuanxia mustered up his courage and finally spoke. Since you can't think of it, it's better to ask.

"Can the master point me where the Void Bamboo is?"

The nameless old monk watched the ancient legend sitting on the Borneo flower and laughed without saying a word, never making a sound.

And Gu Chuanxia suddenly understood, although he still didn't know where Xuzhu was, he had a feeling that Xuzhu must still be alive, and as a real individual, not a shell without a cliff.

The Borneo flower flew and enveloped the ancient legend, and a warm energy came.

At the same time, two choices appeared in Gu Chuanxia's heart.

Whether to stay, or to leave.

If he stays, he will become a void bamboo, with the skills of Wuyazi, Li Qiushui, and Tianshan Tong's grandmother, and in an instant, he will have the strength comparable to that of a life-breaking powerhouse. The downside is that he will always fight with Wuyazi for control of his body, using each other as whetstones, until one side breaks his life, and the other dissipates with regret.

And choosing to leave, he could only take with him a very small amount of the power that Wu Yazi forcibly integrated into his soul and some memory fragments. Since then, he has turned into a lonely soul and a wild ghost, but he no longer has to compete with Wuyazi for his body, and he doesn't have to worry about being devoured by Wuyazi.

If Gu Chuanxia didn't have that piece of butterfly jade pendant, of course he would choose to stay. But now...

The ancient legend who incarnated as a void bamboo beckoned, and the Northern Shengong, which did not know its meaning but operated on its own, scattered the power of the whole body between heaven and earth, and every true qi turned into a coordinate. More terrifying auras came one after another, pouring into the butterfly jade pendant in the hands of Gu Chuanxia.

Soon the butterfly jade pendant turned back into an emerald green color.

As the butterfly flapped its wings, the consciousness of the ancient legend attached to the butterfly, wrapped in the golden Borneo, and cut through time and space to return to the present.

As the spirit returned to his body, Gu Chuanxia felt an unusual sense of fulfillment. The Reverse Nine Yin and Nine Yang True Qi instantly carved up the huge power he had brought back.

This part of the power is equivalent to about a hundred years of pure power, although it is much less than three hundred years, but there is no worries. Speaking of which, it's still an ancient legend that has been earned.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Gu Chuanxia saw Ling Hu Chong and Ren Xing, who opened their eyes at the same time.

It's time and space, time is naturally meaningless, as long as it will come back, then no matter what it is, it will wake up at the same time. Or they never leave, and the moment their consciousness travels, it belongs to their original time, which is frozen.

"Let the old devil take my sword!

(To be continued.) )