Spring and autumn go back and forth, and the years are like a shuttle.

Xuanwu Lake in the north of Jiankang City, rippling blue waves, lotus leaves are continuous.

The breeze came slowly, I don't know when there was a moon-white figure in the lotus leaf bushes, the bald head was bright, sitting cross-legged on a large lotus leaf floating on the water, it seemed to be empty, not sinking or floating, it was a wonder.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness. There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no ......"

The sound of chanting like the sound of heavenly sound slowly spread, Shi Zhixuan's fifteen or sixteen-year-old Lingxiu's face smiled slightly, his eyes were slightly closed, his hand plucked the prayer beads, compassion and holiness overflowed, and his lips opened and closed, full of Zen.

"Plop ......"

A frog was smartly thrown into the water from the shore, leisurely kicked a few legs, almost like a swimming fish, dived across the surface of the water, and reached a lotus leaf, the frog looked left and right, as if searching for prey, but ignored Shi Zhixuan, who was still chanting the sutra a few steps away.

Gradually, Shi Zhixuan's smooth eyebrows bloomed a little golden, in a trance, looming, but then, his hundreds of millions of pores bloomed all over his body, a trace of pure light, white and soft, and the fresh smell of sandalwood leisurely dispersed into the breeze.

The frog on the lotus leaf next to him was still unaware, and after not finding the insect for a long time, he couldn't help but jump into the water again, diving from the lake below Shi Zhixuan towards another place.

Everything is natural, the stone pavilion sitting on the lotus leaf and the continuous chanting sound seem to be gone, or his body is like a pure lotus. Sounds like a breeze?

Suddenly, a subtle sound like a dragonfly sounded, and on the lotus leaf outside the abbot Xu Wai on Shi Zhixuan's side, there was an indigo figure in an instant, standing quietly.

Shi Zhixuan was unconscious, and still recited and cultivated by himself. The face of mutton fat and white jade is precious and glazed.

After a long while, the indigo figure snorted coldly: "What a Zen disciple, your self-created [Moko Immeasurable Wisdom Sutra] really has some doorways, and you can actually cultivate the pure white lotus wonderful appearance, and you can also start a sect in the entire Buddhist sect!"

It also opened a precedent for our flower pie......"

The Moko is immeasurable, infinite and endless, the wise, the wisdom and the aura, the heart is Bodhi, the concentration gives birth to wisdom, and the emptiness is unhindered. The wisdom is immeasurable, the condensation is the pearl of relics, the sand of the Ganges River is all over, and the scattered is thorough all over the body, which is the body of pure glass.

Shi Zhixuan's pure white mang, which overflowed from hundreds of millions of pores, gradually disappeared, and he ended the act of washing his treasure body with the power of Huiguang Buddha, opened his eyes unhurriedly, and stood up. He looked at Zhang Seng Qian with a smile and said softly: "Master has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace. What do you have to tell you to come to find a disciple today?"

After living in Jiankang City for ten years, although Zhang Seng Miao has profound skills and is still good at nourishing his body and mind, he will inevitably become more and more aging, and his sideburns and white hair have spread behind his ears. The crow's feet on the forehead at the corners of the eyes are also increasing.

"Hmph...... You still know that you are a disciple of the Companion?...... If you have obtained the true transmission of Zen Buddhism, I am afraid that you have long forgotten the martial arts of the Flower School and the Heavenly Pavilion, right?"

After venting a few words and lowering the fire, Zhang Seng said angrily: "Your uncle Pei Rangzhi gave the Northern Qi Emperor Gao Yang death, you can do it yourself!"

"Hmph...... Gao Yang is so big!" Shi Zhixuan's eyes flashed with black light. The originally compassionate and holy face suddenly turned frosty, and the clothes around him were windless, faintly surrounded by a gloomy and mysterious black air.

It's as if the Living Buddha of the West Heaven suddenly turned into the Demon King of Hell!

Zhang Sengqiu's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he was secretly horrified, he had also participated in the volume of [Heavenly Demon Strategy] of the Heaven Replenishing Pavilion, but he never thought that there would be anyone who could practice the Heaven Replenishing True Qi so lifelessly and terrifyingly.

Orr, Shi Zhixuan calmed down, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha...... The disciple is vainly murderous, guilty of sin!" As he spoke, his eyes returned to crystal clear, and the black qi around his body quickly disappeared, and the white-clothed holy monk suddenly reappeared.

With such a strange transformation, Zhang Seng Miao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, secretly jealous, even though he was a grandmaster-level master of the older generation, he could no longer see through today's Shi Zhixuan as he did ten years ago.

"Thank you Master for telling me, the disciple will go to the north!" Shi Zhixuan was still holy, but the meaning in his words did not need to be repeated.

Although he is a human being in the third life, he has had average feelings for Pei Rangzhi since he was a child, but Pei Rangzhi raised him to the age of five like his own son, which is a kindness and good fate that cannot be erased no matter what!

Even if he didn't have the intention of saddleing up and doing his best for Pei's gate valve all his life, he would not sit back and watch his uncle Pei Rangzhi hang himself and be indifferent.

Anyway, he has been practicing the way of mending the heavens for a long time, and before the assassination blade has been released, it is not bad to sacrifice Gao Yang, the true dragon of Northern Qi, to open the front!

In the past ten years, although he has settled in Yicheng Temple and has been cultivating, he has met with Zhang Seng Miao privately from time to time, asked for advice on martial arts, talked about current affairs, and criticized and criticized, not completely ignorant of the current situation in the world.

Today's Northern Qi Emperor Gao Yang, who has long since regained the wisdom and martial arts at the beginning of his ascension to the throne, began to indulge in alcoholism, brutal and indiscriminate killing, large-scale construction projects, excessive rewards, and the gradual decline of the country, misleading the country and the people......

It is exactly what the essence of the way to mend the heavens says, the cancer in the world that wants to kill it quickly is redundant in the way of heaven!

However, to kill an emperor who is in the palace and is protected by many masters and guards is not an easy task, but extremely dangerous!

"Well, the more dangerous and slightly more exciting, for more than ten years, no matter how rampant you are, you will really become an honest monk...... Of course, you have to try your own color first!"

As soon as he thought of this, Shi Zhixuan suddenly smiled and said: "Master, I haven't asked you for a long time to teach you the stunt between flowers, and the disciples are all about to give birth.

As soon as the words fell, Shi Zhixuan's right hand made an elegant move, and the invisible true qi came out, taking a willow branch from the willow tree on the shore, and at the same time, it seemed that the cold momentum of flexibility and toughness came out of the body, locking Zhang Seng Nian firmly.

Every move reveals the essence of pure Huajian martial arts.

Zhang Seng Xuan guarded against his hand early, immediately stretched his right arm, a ruler-long brush slid from the sleeve to the palm, jasper as a rod, the silk for hair, exquisite and more elegant.

I felt that Zhang Seng was full of real energy. Just about to rely on his strong skills to open the whirlpool of his momentum, Shi Zhixuan shook the willow branch without hesitation, and approached Zhang Seng in a flash.

Before the willow branches arrived, the cold strength had already penetrated the branches, and it was divided into five strands along the branches, like ropes. As Shi Zhixuan shook his hands, he gently pumped towards Zhang Sengxuan's shoulder.

Reflecting the moon-white monk's robe, Shi Zhixuan's move was gentle and inexplicable, more like using flower branches to sweep away the dust on his master's body, which was a move that evolved casually with one of the twelve branches of the [Twelve Branches Among Flowers].

"Hmph, 'Split the flowers and willows'?...... The strength is weak!" Zhang Seng drank coldly, the jasper brush in his hand waved obliquely, and the true qi gathered on the tip of the pen like colored ink, and slashed towards the wisp of strength at the tip of the main branch of the willow branch.

If you give him that mark. will definitely break that wisp of strength, and then cut off the willow branches, break the blade, according to the rules of master and apprentice competition, Shi Zhixuan will be defeated.

However, in terms of the way of improvisation in moves, Shi Zhixuan once achieved the pinnacle realm of 'Sword Heart Tongxuan', and now even if the sword heart is hidden and not released, there is no Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi directly hitting the flawed peak ** Peak Spiritual Sense. But his infinitely varied attainments in moves have not diminished, so how can he easily follow the path?

Wrist tremors. Shi Zhixuan's qi is in harmony with the will, the willow branch rotates slightly, and the strength that is originally divided into five wisps is wrapped around the tip of the main branch like a silk thread, gathering into one, facing Zhang Sengqiu's pen.

"Peng!"

Energetic exclamation.

The two of them shook together, and they both floated backwards like electric shocks. Each of them tiptoed a little more on a lotus leaf, and their bodies were elegant and light, like birds, and they approached each other again.

The willow branches in Shi Zhixuan's hands danced rapidly, and his strength swayed with thousands of points, and he attacked Zhang Seng Xuan's body like a storm.

"This trick is 'a hundred flowers' is okay......" The tone of the comment in his mouth sounded casual, but Zhang Seng's face was quite dignified. The effort of diving to press the bottom of the box, the jasper brush in his hand seemed to slowly draw a big circle in front of him.

The pen condenses the sticky and flexible energy of the bulging cotton ball, and where it passes, it is like dipping in ink to absorb and dissolve the fine energy of thousands of raindrops of willow branches, and then the jasper brush trembles and focuses on Shi Zhixuan's eyes, and the majestic energy comes out through the pen, tightly locking Shi Zhixuan's figure.

The move was handed out, and Zhang Seng shouted: "How about the 'finishing touch' of this move for the teacher?"

Shi Zhixuan seemed to have two clouds of thick pitch black in front of him, overwhelming the sky, filling his vision, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: he deserves to be an old grandmaster......

This move is done in one go from dipping ink to accumulating strength to counterattack, and the action is exactly the same as his usual finishing touch, but the inside is fused with the essence of three of the [Twelve Branches Between Flowers], and the essence and spirit are all natural, blended like thick ink and heavy color, and only under the traction of the spiritual qi machine, the opponent will have a sense of blindness and difficulty in seeing.

As soon as possible, Shi Zhixuan stuck to his mind, not confused by the visual vision, suddenly raised his head and blew out a breath of true air, and shot at the jasper pen like an arrow, just as the big dragon who was about to be spotted with eyes actually came to life first, spewing dragon flames, which was extremely unexpected.

And the jasper brush was too heavy, and there was no room to dodge in a hurry, and it was hit by the true qi arrow.

"Whew!"

The strength was offset, and the momentum of the jasper brush slowed down slightly.

Got this opportunity, Shi Zhixuan's figure flickered, and instantly got out of the shroud range of the brush's energy, his body swirled rapidly, and the willow branches walked with him, and the shadow of the energy was sufficient, attacking Zhang Sengxuan's waist, ribs, and shoulders from the side.

Zhang Seng was disappointed by the move at the bottom of the box, although he was surprised, but the grandmaster-level literacy was not given in vain, and he turned around in an instant, and the jasper brush dragged the rich and flexible energy like a tail flame, and pulled out a 'ribbon' on his side.

But when I heard the energetic exchange of "fluffy ......", the sound was endless.

On the lotus leaves, two figures, one white and one blue, overlap and entangle.

However, if an outsider watches the battle, they will feel that the charm implied by this move of the two is the same, which is clearly born from the essence of the same move, but it has evolved separately in the hands of the two, each has its own place, and one attack and one defense!

Suddenly, Zhang Sengxuan's complexion changed, the jasper brush in his right hand kept waving, but his left hand turned his palm into a knife and struck sharply towards the front and top, just right to intercept Shi Zhixuan's barb leg.

"Peng!"

This energetic exchange was unusually loud.

A moon-white figure swept up the shore of the lake like an arrow, and on the contrary, Zhang Sengqiu's figure was irrepressibly bowed back, and his left foot stepped back.

"Pop ......" There was a slight sound of water.

Zhang Sengqiu's face was ugly, it turned out that in the fierce battle just now, I don't know when, he had been lured to the edge of the lotus leaf, and he was only one line away from falling into the water without realizing it.

In the last hard fight, the two actually won or lost in the energetic confrontation, but in terms of the change of body shape and position, Shi Zhixuan threw himself ashore, but he fell into the water with one foot.

It seems that there is no substantial damage, but in fact, Shi Zhixuan has the absolute upper hand in the strategic side of the situation!

Feeling that Shi Zhixuan's breath disappeared into the woods on the shore, it was already far away, Zhang Seng smiled slightly bitterly, "I'm old, I'm old, my brain is really not working!" (To be continued.) )