Chapter 183: Bodhi has no tree, no mirror, no platform, and nothing in the red dust to stir up dust

Let's say that Situ Mingkong thought that the monk couldn't track him, and he was laughing happily, but the truth was beyond his surprise, just when Situ Mingkong was snickering, he suddenly felt a rush of wind beside him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 infoAfter Situ Mingkong found out, he suddenly fell to the ground, and couldn't help but be shocked:

"What an old monk dares to blindly obstruct, and people in Buddhism dare to make such a heavy hand. Fortunately, I hid, master, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!" When Situ Mingkong complained, the yellow-clothed old monk also followed closely. Situ Mingkong pulled out the seven-star sword, pointed at the yellow-clothed old monk, and said angrily: "Monk, how are you doing, who is your surname, and where is the temple where you practice?"

The yellow-clothed old monk stroked his chin and beard, and replied in an old voice: "In the rivers and lakes, there is no temple for practice. The old monk doesn't mention his common name, he can enter the Buddha's door, and his Dharma name is 'Jingqing'!" The pure monk asked rhetorically, "Who is the donor, the old monk still doesn't know!"

"Master, I am Li Xiaoyao who roamed the rivers and lakes, you let me go quickly today, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"

The pure monk no longer spoke, rubbed the Buddha beads in his hand, and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth. Seeing him like this, Situ Mingkong wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was also worried that he would not be able to find the trace of the woman, so even if he drove the Seven Star Sword, cast the Imperial Sword Immortal Technique, and galloped towards the high cloudy sky.

When the Jingqing monk saw that this Situ Mingkong actually controlled the sword and went away, he couldn't help but be quite suspicious of his identity. But at this moment, he didn't think much about it, and the pure monk suddenly rose without a sword and chased Situ Mingkong towards the high end of the sky. Situ Mingkong thought in his heart that this sword flying technique could reach as high as the sky, and even if the old monk's martial arts were strong, it would be difficult to find them, but he never thought that the old monk would also know the art of ascension. What shocked Situ Mingkong the most was that this old monk could step on the clouds as if there was nothing and walk on the ground.

Situ Mingkong drove the seven-star sword forward and galloped forward, while also paying attention to the things on this earthly path. The skill of the sword is as fast as flying, thousands of miles in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, Situ Mingkong and the pure monk have come to no know where and where, and there is still a darkness below, where to find the figure of that person!

Situ Mingkong couldn't, so he had to land slowly. Situ Mingkong was already extremely angry at this moment, and he couldn't bear it anymore. The moment the pure old monk fell to the ground, Situ Ming suddenly stabbed with his sword. The pure old monk had already taken precautions, and immediately his body was like the wind, and he turned around, and the seven-star sword actually stabbed into the air. Situ Mingkong immediately cast the Heavenly Sword Technique, summoning a powerful sword move to attack the old monk of Jingqing, but he never thought that the unfathomable immortal swordsmanship of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect could be easily dissolved by the old monk with the "Bodhi Hand" in the Buddhist Gate.

Situ Mingkong said angrily: "Stinky monk, in the future, if the martial arts are harmed by the Jiang family fort, and the imperial court is harmed by the collusion between the Jiang family and the people who are suspicious of Dongying, then you, the monk, will be the culprit!" Situ Mingkong saw that there was already a strange black forest around him at this time, and there was no human figure. And the pure old monk also followed Situ Mingkong and refused to let him go. Situ Mingkong saw that he was being attacked by these parties, and finally stopped fighting and resisting, but spoke out to debate with him.

Let's say that the old monk of Jingqing listened to Situ Mingkong's angry words, and suddenly his expression was tense, and the old monk teleported to Situ Mingkong with the "compassionate shadowless feet" of Buddhism, and then asked in a deep voice: "Little donor, what did you just say, what Jiang family and Dongying's people colluded to murder the imperial court, where did you know about this?"

Situ Mingkong replied angrily: "Hmph, sir, I have been in and out of Jiangjiabao several times in the past few days, and at the same time, I have also made a friend, and through various channels, I have found out this news!" Situ Mingkong suddenly understood the meaning of the words of the pure old monk, and immediately asked, "So, monk, you also know about this matter, how did you know about it?"

The old monk of the pure Qing Dynasty had actually let down most of his vigilance against this Situ Mingkong at this moment, and he had just seen Situ Mingkong cast the sword technique, so he knew that he was a disciple of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, and the head of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, Dugu Yuyun Sword Saint, was also a highly respected person, and he was very strict in choosing disciples. When the old monk thought of this, he had changed most of the character of Situ Mingkong, and at this time, he heard that he went deep into Jiangjiabao several times to find out the enemy's situation for the righteousness of the rivers and lakes and the safety of the court and the world.

Situ Mingkong saw that the old monk of Jingqing stared at him without saying anything, sighed, and said: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, forget it, I'm going to go back, I was going to find out something today, but I didn't expect to kill a trip halfway to bite the gold, and it was destroyed by you, a monk." But fortunately, you, the monk, are not a villain, so I will leave!"

"Slow!" the old monk stretched out his hand and waved Situ Mingkong to stop it. Situ Mingkong looked at him, with a "what are you going to do" expression on his face. The old monk took out a secret letter from the sleeve of the yellow monk's robe, looked at Situ Mingkong, and said: "I learned from this letter that for the content contained in this letter, I have worked hard to learn the script of the Dongying Kingdom, and sure enough, the old monk did not think in vain, and there is indeed a shocking secret in this letter!"

Situ Mingkong recalled at this time that Nagagawa Kaori had told him that when he was in Jiangjiabao, a monk came out and snatched the secret letter at a critical moment. Situ Ming said suddenly: "You, you are the monk who snatched the letter in Jiangjiabao!"

After listening to Situ Mingkong's words, the old monk Jingqing asked suspiciously, "I don't know how Master Li Shizhu knows?"

Situ Mingkong smiled loudly and said, "Forget it, you come with me, today's matter, although it is a misunderstanding, but we are also very fateful!" Situ Mingkong said, then folded his hands, and said in a slightly respectful tone to the old monk of Jingqing, "Master Jingqing, I will return with the sword, you can go with me, I think you also hope to find out more about this Jiangjiabao and Dongying Kingdom!"

Situ Mingkong said, and without waiting for the old monk to answer, he returned the same way with the sword. The pure old monk listened to what Situ Mingkong said, thought about it carefully, and made up his mind, and once again relied on his profound internal strength to assist himself in flying, and followed the lock of golden light carrying Situ Mingkong・・・・・・

The two enemies, who were as powerful as fire and water, now seem to be suddenly compatible with fire and water, yin and yang, and have become excellent and close friends. At this moment, a glimmer of moonlight appeared in the forest, which was still dim, and that little light penetrated through the branches, enveloping the quiet woods・・・・・ which was:

Bodhi has no tree,

Nor is Spiegel a platform.

There was nothing in the first place,

Where to stir up the dust?