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In the whole decades of wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes all live in the shadow of the King Kong Gate, in almost a Jiazi time, the people who stepped into the rivers and lakes, can compete with the dead wood Zen monks are very few people, the dead wood Zen monks at that time are not only in the force of the many rivers and lakes to impress the many sects, in the Buddhism is even more respectful of the ' Living Buddha', and until now there are many major sects in front of the sect there are dead wood Zen monks in front of the pen to write the inscription, until now, many sects have been regarded as a great shame, and some people are angry to call the 'King Kong Gate' 'Buddha and Demon', forming an alliance with each other to confront it.

It is this that has changed from a small sect with no name to a person overnight on the rivers and lakes, and it is a great avenue. King Kong Gate', but in its heyday is quietly disappeared in people's sight, the once famous dead wood Zen monk is also like the world evaporated, some people rumored that he preached the Tao fruit, the force to open the door of heaven to become a Buddha; some people say that the dead wood Zen monk had an epiphany and sat down; some people say that he is also a layman, all kinds of words can not stand scrutiny, and even some of the statements are absurd, but the dead wood Zen monk did not appear again after all, and the burden of a whole nail on the rivers and lakes also disappeared suddenly, many people are glad that the rivers and lakes are no longer ' The King Kong Gate is in a unique vein.

As everyone knows, the dead wood was reborn by the mad demon sitting in the floating tower of Sumeru Temple for a hundred years, and tried to 'cut three corpses' to achieve the vajra fruit position in the stone tower for a hundred years, and his only true disciple was also hidden by the snow, waiting for one day to appear in the world, and he was a blockbuster.

The middle-aged man took a few steps at his feet, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and in an instant, he was already standing in front of the Sumeru Temple, according to legend, the Sumeru Temple is surrounded by the sea, and there are seven seas and seven mountains in turn. Outside the Shichiju Mountains is the Great Aral Sea, and overseas there is the Tiewei Mountain.

In fact, this is not the case, the so-called seven seas are just a large Ze, Daze and the Jishui River, the river water through this Wang Daze rushed into the sea, into the vastness of the underworld, on the other side of the Daze is the twilight mountain led by the four mountains, which is rumored to be the 'four continents'.

Once a very famous wandering poet of the Great Zhou Dynasty once engraved a stone tablet in front of the twilight mountain, but there are four words of 'three islands and ten continents', which probably means to look at it from the foot of the twilight mountain, as if standing on the top of the land of Shenzhou and looking down on the common people, three islands and ten continents, with a panoramic view, although the words are a bit exaggerated, but the scenery of the twilight mountain is very different from other regions.

The middle-aged man stood outside the Sumeru Temple, looked up, the sound of the woods in the distance was up and down, and the murmuring stream was pouring out of the near place.

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time and then took a step, this step was not as shrunk as forward, the middle-aged man's expression was solemn, his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, and even the purple pupils in his eyes appeared with a touch of brilliance.

As soon as he stepped out, the bell in the Sumeru Temple was loud in an instant, and the sound of countless scriptures reciting all over the sky was like the noise of mosquitoes and flies, and the previous bronze bell engraved with countless Buddhist scriptures also emitted a millilight, and one by one the scriptures were shaken down from the bell wall, dancing, and flying towards the middle-aged man in the magic shell.

In the Sumeru Temple, countless scriptures swarmed out suddenly, like butterflies like words of different shapes, these words are obviously from the hands of different people, some of the handwriting is beautiful, a hook and a drawing, some of them are a stroke of the pen to walk the dragon and snake, leading the coquettish, some into the wood three points, let people wake up. Without exception, these words are the most ancient Sanskrit, and they are the handwriting left by the profound Buddhas in the Sumeru Temple in the past dynasties to protect the Sumeru Temple. Even the erudite Jiang Yangsheng, who has followed Yulindao since he was a child, couldn't recognize it all, only to see the flying scriptures twisting and flying towards the middle-aged man like flowing water, the man snorted coldly, and said the law, an invisible qi blade condensed and flew out from in front of him, and then cut to these golden scriptures, one by one the scriptures were annihilated by this qi blade, turned into flying ashes, and disappeared into invisible.

After the air blade wiped out a few scriptures, it was exhausted and dissipated, but the number of scriptures couldn't help but surge like a sea.

Jiang Yangsheng stood in the distance, staring at the Sumeru Temple, which had been flooded with golden scripture symbols, with an expressionless face, watching from the wall.

In Jiang Yangsheng's view, this middle-aged man is a scourge after all, and staying is to be an enemy of the world after all, and if Sumeru Temple can get rid of it now, it will also eliminate a potential scourge.

In front of the solemn and majestic Sumeru Temple in the distance, a man with a single face to the sea of scriptures, in front of the alarm bell of the Sumeru Temple in the distance, several Buddhist monks who describe withered and white eyebrows have solemn expressions, as if facing a great enemy.

The middle-aged man pointed out, seemingly random, like a painting splashed with ink freehand.

The surrounding space was condensed, and the scriptures in the sky came to an abrupt end, as if blocked by an invisible wall, and the trend gradually declined, ending in front of the temple gate.

The man smiled contemptuously, flicked his fingers, and the scriptures he resisted fell like fallen leaves, turning into a little rain of light.

He took another step, changed the scene, changed the stars, and in an instant came to the alarm bell.

"Even the Buddha nature has not been awakened, what is the alarm bell? ”

The man snorted coldly, raised his hand and lightly fluttered under the palm print, and the expressions of several Buddhist monks standing in front of the alarm bell suddenly changed, and they just wanted to stop it, but they were shocked by the middle-aged man's cold snort.

The man's seemingly fluttering palm, after all, was imprinted on the alarm bell, and the entire bronze Buddhist magic vessel made a dull sound, the sound was not as crisp as before, but very dull, and a palm went down, only to see a deep handprint suddenly appear on the wall of this hard and unusual bronze bell.

The bronze bell was almost punctured!

"Bell—"

The alarm bell made a dull sound, and it flew to the depths of the twilight mountain behind him like a meteor, smashed into a mountain range in the twilight mountain, and disappeared without a trace.

"I said earlier that I would not embarrass your Buddhism. ”

After that, the middle-aged man took a step towards the twilight mountain behind the Sumeru Temple, and in a few blinks, he disappeared into the shadows.

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Jiang Yangsheng saw that this person's pace was speeding up, and he also hurried to the twilight mountain at the moment.

The Taoist classic "Shaking the Dragon Sutra" once said: Xuqi Mountain is the bone of heaven and earth, and Zhongzhen heaven and earth are giants.

These Taoist masterpieces Jiang Yangsheng used to dabble in the Star Tower when he also dabbled a little, this Taoist classic work is about how to find the dragon and hope for the qi, plus follow the Yu Lindao for a long time, so that Jiang Yangsheng also knows some of the art of looking at the qi.

The meaning of this "Shaking the Dragon Sutra" is probably that the ancestral roots of the dragon veins in the world start from Kunlun Mountain, and Jiang Yangsheng is through some understanding that twenty years ago, the twilight mountain was not the dragon vein of Beilai in Qilu Prefecture, after Jiang Loan stabilized the situation in Beilai, it was sent to the Beilai army A team composed of strange people and strange people went to Kunlun day and night.

As a result, the twilight mountain is the land of Longxing in Beilai, and it spread.

Under the twilight mountain, a middle-aged man dressed in a thin cloth shirt stood in the distance, in front of him was the delicate twilight mountain, which was different from other mountains in Qilu Prefecture and had a beautiful color different from other mountains.

When he was in the Shushan Sword School, Jiang Yangsheng and Chen Xizi, the head of Shushan, had a seemingly absurd and uninhibited exchange on the top of Shushan Mountain, probably talking about the difference between the north and south of the mountain, Jiang Yangsheng had to admit that most of what Chen Xizi said back then was to cater to His Royal Highness the Prince with a treacherous personality, and the conversation back then is still fresh in Jiang Yangsheng's heart, at least now it seems that what Chen Xizi said is not all blindly perfunctory with his conscience.

Since ancient times, the mountains have been different from the north and south, and in the eyes of the literati, they are divided into gold and stone and bookish.

The division of yin and yang in these is the difference in the eyes of Mr. Kanyu, a qi practitioner, the trend of yin and yang in the north and south mountains is different, and the dragon veins raised are naturally not the same.

The mountains and rivers are different because of the yin and yang trends, the north is full of yang and yin decline, the mountains are steep, towering into the clouds, the south is full of yin and yang decline, so the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scales are one after another, the treasure of the sky can be Zhong Lingyuxiu, the north is full of gold and stone, the brave and good at riding are the majority, the south is full of books, and the literati and ink writers are the majority.

Zhong Ling can be beautiful, one side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, in the different yin and yang trend of the people raised out of the people are naturally very different, so it has always been north of the North Lai is called the barbarian land, in the eyes of many people, the north of the North Lai is to live a fashionable life of drinking blood, the south of the rat eyes often attribute the crux of the rise of war to the warlike barbarians in the north, in fact, the so-called war is the inevitable factor to promote the progress of history.

The north produces barbarians, and the south produces showgirls.

This is a recognized fact of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The barbarians of Beilai are certainly warlike, but there are even more belligerent dogs north of Beilai.

At the foot of the twilight mountain, the curve of the twilight mountain in the distance is soft, the cyan playground is attached to the twilight mountain like a barrier, this not high mountain is wrapped in the center by the surrounding majestic mountains, the top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, hazy and hazy to see is not real, it is rumored that on the top of the twilight mountain, there is a lotus pond, the lotus pond blooms in the lotus pond that will never wither, and the end is 'the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red'.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the delicate twilight mountain, his expression was indistinguishable, and he was speechless for a long time.

In the distance, the verdant mountains overlap on top of each other, like the undulating waves of the sea, surging and majestic. The hazy distant mountains, shrouded in a light veil, are full of shadows, flickering far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, like a few light strokes of ink, smeared on the blue horizon.

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