Buddha's Remains (22)

The purple-shirted master stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and took out the red fan on his waist.

Read the fan.

This red fan is known as the heavy weapon of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the world only knows its fame, but I don't know why it can be worthy of the four heavy words of a country.

Xuan Shangyu turned over and looked at the red fan that he had turned over the years several times, his eyes were in a trance, he slowly retracted the fan, gently flicked the big purple robe, and walked to the door of the mansion.

He pushed open the door to the mansion.

A glimmer of light seeped through the crack in the door.

The face of this great master shone brightly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, pausing as he slowly pushed open the door of the mansion.

The purple robe flies in the wind, and the sideburns and long hair dance.

His eyes were slightly confused.

A little hesitant.

Dichotomy recall.

Seven points to think about.

Hyun Sang-woo once locked himself in a quiet room and asked himself.

This solves a problem.

How can he be truly alive?

The meaning of being alive.

The pursuit of being alive.

Alive...... These two simple words are better than all the problems in the world.

Xuan Shangyu searched hard, and then he was in pain, and in the end, he couldn't figure out what kind of trajectory he should live under the Buddha's Buddhist three-life decision.

He does not want to be assimilated by the deity.

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His gaze moved back to the red fan.

This red fan, with a beautiful woman engraved on the fan, contains a huge soul power, and it is just a great array of towns and countries hidden in Luoyang of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This thousand-year-old capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty was renovated and founded sixteen years ago.

Establish a country on the remains of the Buddha.

Under the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, in a place that no one knows, there is a large array that stands alone in the world.

Suzaku Array.

The purple robe calmed down for a full quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour is enough time for a person to think about many things.

And in a quarter of an hour, this purple-shirted great master will only think ten times more than ordinary people.

"Luoyang...... It's time for a new birth. ”

The purple-shirted Great Master lowered his head and looked at his mansion in the depths of the imperial capital.

Circles of qi rippled under his feet, layer by layer of ripples seeping out from the depths of the earth, stirring.

The purple robe swayed.

Hyun Shangyu put his hands behind his back and slowly exhaled.

This large array is engraved by the holy blood of the great demon Vermilion Bird of the Western Xia Chess Palace, and the Vermilion Bird Void Flame burns the vanity of the world.

Reborn from the fire.

It is for Nirvana.

This big array, once triggered, was the Ten Directions Vermilion Bird Void Flame that burned.

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Many years ago.

It's a little different from the way the Buddha-figure locked the Buddha's body.

Xuan Shangyu locked the quiet room, and finally the walls of the quiet room were shattered in all directions, tiling countless cobwebs, and staining the walls with bloodstains.

After all, he didn't figure out this problem that had plagued countless people.

The purple-shirted master of the country was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The heart of the Dao is shattering inch by inch.

The pain that grew with the years continued to entangle and tear in his heart.

Once the deity is out of trouble and he is assimilated by the three beings, is he dead or alive?

He even thought about self-denial, to get rid of the bondage of the Buddha-figure on himself.

The chess lane is easy to break.

But not everything is like this.

He couldn't break the game he had set against himself.

Until the man of the Cao family walked in front of him wearing a pitch-black dragon robe that symbolized the supremacy of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The man held out a hand to himself.

He held a red fan upside down in his hand.

The handle of the fan is aimed at itself.

"Live for me. ”

"Live for the Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

"Live for yourself. ”

The purple-shirted master only had the red fan in his eyes.

That handle reads.

That voice, "Live for yourself." ”

He finally figured it out.

Breaking the game is not the game that you put on yourself.

The deity is the deity, and the self is oneself.

When he took over the red fan, he was destined to have such a day.

Reading to fan this Vermilion Bird Array.

Reduced the entire Luoyang to ashes.

Together with the remains of the Buddha.

Together with the monster deity that locked itself in the remains of the Buddha.

The fire was already rising behind the purple-shirted Great Master, and his face was calm, and after unfolding the red fan in his hand, he slowly retracted it.

The entire red fan was thrown into the big array by him.

The fan was instantly engulfed in flames.

The entire mansion was ablaze, and the ancient scrolls of Buddha relics were quickly burned in the flames of the Vermilion Bird, and finally turned into nothingness.

Xuan Shangyu muttered softly, "The only thing that has some regrets...... It's just that the heir of the Mu family was not captured alive. ”

He finally turned his back and looked at the Vermilion Bird Xuyan in front of him, which was swallowing heaven and earth, slowly rising in front of him little by little.

This legendary flame that can burn all fate, can the Buddha remains also burn away?

"The lead is already burning......"

The purple-shirted Great Master smiled and spoke softly.

"Ladies and gentlemen from Luoyang, let's add fuel to the fire together. ”

Facing the flames, the purple shirt slowly retreated, and finally retreated into the darkness.

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Outside the city of Luoyang.

This was the first day of the Luoyang Scholars' Banquet.

However, an order suddenly came out of the Northern Wei Imperial Palace.

As soon as the Luoyang City Tower received the order, it ordered to close the sixteen bronze city gates.

The thousand-year-old capital closed its doors to welcome guests, and then closed its huge mouth.

Sixteen bronze gates slowly fell, dusty.

Bite to death.

Fortunately, the banquet of the scholars was held, and all the scholars of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered the city early, and under such a huge momentum, the visitors from the rivers and lakes were included in Luoyang like fish scales.

A very small number of people who left the city were stopped by Sen Ran Heijia and told that Luoyang was closed at the moment, and they had to wait a day to get out of the city.

And the smiling face of the man surnamed Cao in the Northern Wei Dynasty was put away, and these very few Jianghu guests could only consider themselves unlucky, and they could be regarded as kicking the iron plate themselves and waiting for a day obediently.

As everyone knows, this thousand-year-old capital will usher in a huge catastrophe.

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Luoyang is the south gate.

The roof of the castle tower.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows fluttered slightly in the wind.

He has a natural expression, his eyes closed, and he has the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Behind him were three hundred Northern Wei heavy crossbowmen lined up in turn.

The ground trembled.

The sound of a heavy mechanical bite was muffled underfoot.

The city gate of Luoyang is slowly falling, and the bronze cast by Wan Jun is bitten to death, except for the great cultivators who have stepped into that step, who can easily break in?

He's waiting for someone.

The Xuanhuang Sword in his arms trembled slightly.

Zong Heng slowly opened his eyes.

The field of vision in front of him was extremely wide.

At the end of the line of sight, a sharp figure suddenly appeared.

A black horse gallops across the vast expanse of land, its hooves raised and stepped down.

Thunder.

The young man in coarse linen clothes on the back of the black horse was slightly pale, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of wind and dust.

What's more, he fought with Chen Wanjuan who was riding Qingluan on the Qijiang River?

Xiao Buyi took a deep breath and raised his head.

Raise your eyes to see the heavy crossbowmen standing densely at the head of Luoyang City.

He slowly exhaled a cloudy breath.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

One man and one rider are better than thousands of horses.

The dark horse under the seat roared wildly and roared.

The bronze city gate in the south of Luoyang fell slowly, and with the heavy and slow falling sound of bronze, the sound of the machine tool spring bite at the head of Luoyang City was sharp and harsh.

In an instant, a row of black shadows shot out, breaking through the distance of hundreds of zhang and nailed to the ground.

A whole row of dense heavy crossbow arrows.

The black horse roared, raised the horse's hooves, the horse's back was light, and a skillful force slapped on his waist, and finally turned half of his body in the air, the horse's hooves fell, snorted, and stared down at the huge pitch-black arrow that was only a few feet away from him.

A ravine is divided.

The black horse, which was already a little psychic, raised its huge head in a bit of confusion.

The young man in coarse linen was no longer on horseback.

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The elegant-looking young man jumped high, and his figure fell from the highest point, splashing a huge cloud of dust.

A swift arrow sprang out of the dust.

The distance between the coarse linen cloth and the head of Luoyang City is only a hundred zhang.

Filled, charged, and the second round of huge crossbow bolts disappeared from the machine in an instant.

The captain in charge of commanding the Qingluan battalion of the Northern Wei Dynasty heavy crossbowmen looked at the middle-aged man standing with his sword in his hand.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why is Luoyang, which has opened its gates wide, so abnormal today?

Why did the palace send this one to Luoyang City?

Just to intercept such an unpretentious young man?

Right now, with the young man's speed rushing into the city, the restrictions of the heavy crossbow are dictated, and this is destined to be the last round of shooting.

According to the meaning of the Xuanhuang Sword, he still moved ten zhang forward to see the warning.

The school captain couldn't figure it out, that Lord Xuanhuang Jian came here in person, could it be to prevent that young man from entering the city, what kind of person is entering Luoyang City, which will make the palace jealous to this point?

And the heavy crossbow burst out with charge—

Not even the sound of breaking through the air is not as fast as the speed of the heavy crossbow arrow!

First, the earth was pierced by powerful arrows, splashing countless dust, and then the sound of crossbow arrows chasing by Zheng Zheng broke through the air, scattering the dust all over the sky!

The dust finally cleared.

The lieutenant narrowed his eyes, and there was no figure of the young man in coarse linen in his expected sight.

He raised his head again and looked at the already empty Luoyang City in astonishment.

The figure of the Xuanhuang Sword Master who had stood at the head of the city for more than half an hour with his sword in his hand also disappeared.

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Blind spot in the sight of Luoyang City.

Almost directly below.

Underneath the depression at the head of the city.

Where everyone's view is obstructed.

Xiao Buyi finally exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest.

Thousands of miles of travel, just to enter Luoyang City.

He looked up slowly.

He first looked at the person blocking his view, and then looked up at the huge bronze gate, which was separated by a person from him.

The massive bronze door finally fell.

The dust settled.

Luoyang bit sixteen huge gates and closed into a dead city.

Xiao Buyi sighed slightly.

It's a pity.

More than that, unexpectedly.

Because of the distance between this bronze city gate and Xiao Buyi...... There is really only one person apart.

Strictly speaking, the distance between can be added with a sword.

The middle-aged man standing with his sword in his arms had a calm face, and looked down at the young man who was very close to him, his back was tightly pressed against the bronze giant door,

The Xuanhuang sword in his arms slowly slid down and slammed into the earth.

A sword and pestle between himself and the young man who had come from thousands of miles away.

A sword apart.

It is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

It is like separating the Northern Wei Dynasty from Qi Liang.

It's a real moat.