Chapter 102 Zhu Rong is at the top

Unconsciously, it has come to late autumn, Hengshan in southern Hunan is like an old man in the twilight, through loneliness and depression, the maple leaves all over the mountain seem to be stained with blood, fluttering and falling, until the mountain and this water are dyed red.

A man in a robe more red than this maple leaf stepped on the soft fallen leaves and walked towards the highest place of Hengshan without hurrying, he was like a sword still dripping blood, making people feel that their soul was pulled into hell at a glance.

Today he made an appointment to fight the dead wood Zen master of the temple on Hengshan to fight in Zhu Rongfeng, although they all know that this person is famous, and he can't wait to be contaminated with him in this life, but there are still many bold and curious people who want to come to watch this battle.

Although Master Deadwood is not as prestigious as those abbots of Wudang Shaolin, he is also famous for his benevolence and chivalry, and his Buddhist and martial arts have reached the highest level.

People who practice martial arts naturally have a kind of fishy desire for this kind of peak duel, and they may have the insight gained from it to last a lifetime.

On this day, the sky was not very good, the dark clouds seemed to bury the Nanyue holy land, the wind was like a flood that broke the embankment, roaring and surging over, and the knights of the rivers and lakes who climbed on the steep mountain rocks were worried one by one, afraid that one would accidentally be blown down the abyss by the wind.

"What time is it?"

"It's just arrived, and there's still an hour before that madman competes with Deadwood!"

On the back of the Wild Goose Peak, four people of different shapes stood up, looking at the lively crowd from a distance like flies that smelled blood.

That is the four great killers of Biluo Huangquan, they have rarely appeared in recent years, but the rivers and lakes still dare not forget their prestige, because their leader is one of the world's famous five little sons Gu Lan, the innocent son, and the murderous name of the year is not under the bloody slaughter son.

I saw that Gu Lan was wearing a wide robe as black as ink to cover his thin and straight body, and the murderous sword in his hand, which ranked sixth on the Tibetan sword spectrum, was not as murderous as it was six years ago, and the whole person, including the sword, was much more restrained, and at this moment he was more like an assassin, a man born to kill.

is obviously a terrifying assassin, but he is named the Immortal Son, which is incomprehensible and a little relieved at the same time, murderous and restrained, and there is no martyrdom in the world, this may be the highest meaning of killing!

The silver-white hair is like thousands of steel needles, vigorous and atmospheric, but gentle, and the bewitching female killer behind her makes a blood-red dress shocking, although the face is beautiful, but people dare not approach half a point.

She fiddled with her jet-black hair, and looked at the man in the same blood-red shirt in the depths of the dense forest with a smile, as if she was watching a big show.

Mu Yufeng seemed to feel that someone was watching him, Huo Ran turned his head, his cold gaze and Langying met directly, and the murderous eyes made Rongying take a few steps back, until he leaned against a pine tree to stabilize his body.

Not only her, but even Gu Lan felt like she was being judged by the judge of hell, just being stared at by him made her feel uncomfortable, and he felt that the other party was more like a killer than him.

Mu Yufeng just glanced at them coldly, then turned his head and continued to walk, his body seemed to exude an aura of rejection thousands of miles away, and there were not only people everywhere he went, but even birds and beasts that usually ran in the mountains could not be seen.

"Are those three people here?" Gu Lan asked coldly, with more expectations in her words, this river and lake have been calm for a long time!

Only these four people can make a mess in the world with a casual move!

"Nanxian will definitely come, as for the Northern Emperor, a few days ago, the spies found that his Mo Yu Six Swords appeared near Hengyang, I think he will also come to join in the fun, but the Western Emperor has no news of him!" said the man in the black cloak behind Gu Lan, every inch of his body was covered by the black cloak, and the wide hat was black and swarthy, making people wonder if it was just a piece of clothing standing there, and there was no one at all.

A light smile crossed the corner of Gu Lan's mouth, and she said, "We should also go to Zhu Rongfeng to occupy a seat!"

After speaking, he walked towards the highest place that was guarded by the mountains.

In the distance, on the Luoxia Peak, there stood Guiguzi and the unfathomable fortune-telling old man, the piece of cloth in his hand that read "By asking the ghosts and gods, the future is promising" was raised high by the wind, and the white beards and hair of the two old men danced up and down with the wind, which had the charm of ascending.

"Old thing, do you know how to open that broken box?" Guiguzi asked coldly, which surprised the fortune teller.

"I know, I know, but the price is too great, just like the consequences of opening the box, what, do you want to help your apprentice?" asked the fortune teller with a smile.

Guiguzi gently stroked his long beard, which was as white as snow, and said, "The heirs of my Guigu have always tried their best to kill each other, and there is no saying that they will help anyone because of who the master prefers. ”

The fortune teller nodded and said, "According to the old man, if possible, it is better not to open that box, the consequences are beyond your control, let alone those little ghosts!"

Perhaps only people of their status are qualified to call those who are proud of the present and the ancient in every aspect "little ghosts".

Guiguzi turned his head, looked at the fortune teller with a serious face, and after confirming that he was not joking, he said, "What is hidden in a small box?"

"Mountains and rivers sheji!"

The fortune teller just slowly spit out these four words, as if he had spit out a huge mountain, almost draining the strength of his whole body, and he no longer cared about Guiguzi, who was still confused, and didn't speak again.

"I have been founding the Guigu Sect for thousands of years, and there are countless classics in the door, and I know everything about the world, but I still can't compare to you, an old thing who can pinch and calculate!" Guiguzi laughed at himself, and stopped talking, looking at Mu Yufeng who was rushing towards Zhurong Peak.

Before noon, Zhurong Peak was already crowded with people, and the wisps of smoke and clouds that were entwined at the highest point of this Nanyue were all dispersed by the boiling voice, and a young man in red was sitting on a big smooth stone, wiping the sword in his hand.

His eyes were hollow, his hair was dull, and the thumb of his left hand holding the strip of cloth was broken at the root, and the fracture was uneven, and he thought that he had experienced unimaginable pain.

Although the top of Zhurong Peak was overcrowded and there was almost no place to stay, the area around Mu Yufeng two or three zhang away was empty, and no one wanted to get too close to this demon.

Mu Yufeng didn't say a word from beginning to end, just quietly wiped the Longyuan Sword in his hand, although the sword was already spotless, but he was still wiping it for a while, I don't know if he was wiping off the blood stained on the sword or wanted to wipe away the unbearable past.

"Coming, coming......"

I don't know who shouted, the crowd instantly made a way, and even Mu Yufeng, who had been keeping his head down, turned his gaze and looked over there.

I saw an old monk wearing a big red robe holding an eight-treasure Zen staff and slowly walking towards this side, followed by four white-clothed stick monks.

The old monk's yellow monk's robe was almost washed white, and a pair of monk's shoes under his feet were also worn, where did he look like a monk, he was about seventy or eighty years old, and he was so thin that only bones remained, with towering cheekbones, sunken eyes, and an old dragon clock.

"You're Deadwood?"

When the old monk walked in front of Mu Yufeng and stood still, Mu Yufeng spoke coldly, but the place where his voice floated seemed to be frozen by ten thousand years of cold ice, which made people shudder.

The old monk returned the salute with his palm, recited the Buddha's name lightly, and said, "It's the old man, the donor is polite!"

Mu Yufeng didn't return the salute, stood up, dusted off his robe, and said, "It's you, let's make a move!"

The muddy old eyes of the old monk of the dead wood flowed with the great compassion of all sentient beings, and said: "The benefactor is too angry, it is a disaster for others and himself, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the right way to go to the shore!"

Mu Yufeng's eyes swept straight over, and the onlookers were so shocked that they all took a few steps back, and said, "Old monk, I'm not here to listen to you today, since it's a boundless sea of bitterness, even if you turn back, it's still a sea of bitterness, where is the shore, where is the shore?"

Before the old monk of the dead wood could speak, he walked towards the front, and said as he walked: "Old monk, you still have a good shot, you annoyed me, I don't care if the people up and down the Hengshan Mountain have anything to do with you, kill them all!"

As soon as he said this, the crowd of onlookers took several steps back, fearing that he would be displeased and attack them.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said that there is no unstoppable person in the world, as long as the donor is dedicated to goodness, he can become a Buddha by himself!"

It's just that Mu Yufeng's heart has already been watered with blood, where can he hear it, the Longyuan Sword in his hand has already sounded, and said, "Then let's see if you can transform me!"

Mu Yufeng left an afterimage in the same place, and his people had already rushed towards the old monk of the dead wood, wrapped in a monstrous murderous aura, unstoppable.

"Stand back!"

The old monk of the dead wood was in a row with big sleeves, and the people standing beside him were all supported by a strong internal force and moved two or three feet away, and the top of Zhurong Peak became empty in an instant.

The wind howled even more violently, and the small pine trees planted on the top of the mountain were almost uprooted, and even the boulders standing on the edge of the cliff were crumbling.

The Longyuan sword in Mu Yufeng's hand was really like a giant dragon, harnessing the whistling wind, and the cold air overflowing from the sword blade stabbed straight towards the old monk of dead wood, only to see that the sword that was incredibly fast was about to approach the center of the old monk of dead wood.

The onlookers couldn't help but raise their throats, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of air, and the dead wood unhurriedly raised his old bark-like left hand and pointed forward.

The string of quaint prayer beads held in his hand came out of his hand, and in an instant, it seemed that the three thousand holy Buddhas in the West opened their eyes at the same time, and a Buddha bead represented a world, pressing towards Mu Yufeng.

Mu Yufeng's sword was unabated, as if the demonic qi rising from the Nine Shadows was facing the most sacred Zen in the Western Heavens, and the string of Buddha beads of the old monk of the dead wood impartially enveloped the sword he stabbed.

"Boom!"

Deadwood shouted in a low voice, and pointed at Mu Yufeng with his left index finger, at this moment, people felt that the old monk of Deadwood was no longer the old monk who was about to die, but a Zhangliu King Kong with boundless demon subjugation.

"Master Deadwood will definitely be able to lower this big devil this time and eliminate the harm for the martial arts!"

"That's right, the six-character mantra of Buddhism, blessed with boundless Dharma and great compassion, will definitely kill this executioner!"

“......”

Many people showed fiery eyes in their eyes, who would have thought that the deadwood would use the supreme six-character mantra of Buddhism as soon as he made a move, this is enough to rank among the top ten peerless martial arts in the martial arts, and the power of such a monk who integrates profound Buddhism and world-beating martial arts will naturally increase exponentially, and defeating Mu Yufeng is a sure thing.

This six-character mantra is the mantra of Avalokiteshvara, which originates from Sanskrit and symbolizes the compassion and blessings of the bodhisattvas.

As soon as this mantra came out, the entire peak of Hengshan seemed to be quiet in an instant, and the Longyuan Sword that was trapped by the rosary also seemed to be stagnant in mid-air, and the Buddhist King Kong finger of the old monk of the dead wood poked straight at the tip of the Longyuan Sword.

The two profound internal forces collided in this way, and the onlookers felt a hurricane rushing towards them, almost pushing them off the cliff, and the internal forces of the fingertips and sword tips were like a huge whirlpool, wanting to swallow each other and not give in to each other.

After a stalemate of about half a cup of tea, the hearts of the onlookers seemed to be strangled by something, and they looked at the two people who were competing for internal strength without blinking, even if the strong wind made their eyes hurt, they didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing a thrilling moment.

Fine beads of sweat have gradually oozed from the forehead of the dead wood old monk, a sallow face has been a little pale, the white beard is trembling slightly, and the right hand holding the Eight Treasures Zen staff is forced, and the Zen staff is pestled on the hard mountain stone.

In an instant, he poked his staff into the hard boulder, like a tofu block.

"It seems that you are not as good as the rumors!"

Mu Yufeng said coldly, the sword in his hand was forced, and he pushed it forward, only to hear the sound of "bang-la-la", three deep ravines were drawn on the hard mountain stone, two were the feet of the old monk of dead wood, and one was the Zen staff inserted into the stone.

The broken stones were swept away by the strong internal force, turned into pieces, and rolled down the cliff by the mountain wind.

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