Chapter 19: The Dance of the Demons (2)

That day, Lobsang Mo sat on the golden roof of the Potala Palace and contemplated the Dharma. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info couldn't understand the essence of the Buddhist scriptures, and looked up at the sky, it was the bluest sky in the world, that kind of blue was pure and noble blue, and no pigment in the world could paint that blue. The eyes are fixed on that blue, and I feel that blue is out of reach, and I feel that I am going to merge into that blue forever, I am no longer myself, I am nothing, I am nothing, everything in the world does not exist, love and hatred, but empty thoughts. Time has stopped. It was only after a long time that I looked back and realized that I was unconscious. It was a place of no consciousness. This is one of the reasons why later generations yearn for that plateau when they face the dust of wild horses, ups and downs, and are breathless.

The closest sun to the world shone on him, and he couldn't open his eyes. A cloud floated slowly and leisurely, like a pampered lady. The cloud flowed arrogantly. A chanting voice came down from heaven, as if there was nothing. Luo Sang Mo didn't know why the emotion surged into his heart like a tide, and unconsciously, the two lines of tears had been carried away by the wild wind on the plateau.

He bowed down with great reverence. The clouds slowly deformed, and Luo Sang Mo saw that the clouds turned into five hundred Arhats, the Tiger Arhat riding on the back of the tiger, the Dragon Descending Arhat riding on the dragon, the smiling Arhat with a smile on his face, and the long-eyebrow Arhat with his eyebrows hanging on the ground. It was as if they were going to fly down from the clouds.

"Lausanne disciple, we are here today to pass on your skills at the behest of the Buddha. The first of the five hundred Arhats, the Dragon Arhat, said. After speaking, the Dragon Descending Arhat slashed out with one hand, like a flame, and a cloud in the distance was actually split into two pieces by him. The hardest stones are easy to be split, but who has ever seen water split by man. That palm can split the clouds, and I don't know how much divine power is in it.

"Grandpa Buddha, what is this trick called, and how should it be stimulated with internal force?" asked Luosang Mo.

"Luosang, my disciple, the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, only by you to comprehend. After learning this skill, you can only protect the children of the Buddha, and you must not use this magic skill to harm people's lives, everything in the world has a fixed number, if you harm others, you will also harm yourself. ”

After saying that, the clouds drifted away, leaving nothing, and Luosang Mo was still in front of him the pure blue sky on the plateau. But that feeling stayed deep in his heart.

In order to understand that palm, he went to Heilongjiang in the next three years to freeze people's ears, to Turpan in the Western Regions where he could burn the soles of acquaintances' feet, to fight with piranhas in the Lancang River, to dig the tombs of countless celebrities in Shaanxi, and to the Indian Bodhi tree where the Buddha had penetrated the Dharma.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally one day when he was walking by the Lhasa River, he figured out that trick, and he concentrated the internal force of his whole body into his palm, and split towards the Lhasa River, which melted in summer and rolled waves. The flames rushed into the Lhasa River, and the river was blocked, as if a wall had been struck in the place where it had been split.

Luosang Mo jumped into the Lhasa River like crazy, slashing left and right, cutting off the Lhasa River like a log. Luosang Mo shouted all the way: "I did it, I did it" ran into the Potala Palace, and as soon as he entered, without saying a word, he slashed to death a Tibetan king who was at odds with his political views. Since then, one person has been above 10,000 people and has become the national teacher of Tubo. Then he named his stunt "Flame Knife", and since then he has relied on his stunt to make the Tubo country, which is at the top of the plateau, but has been silent for a long time, dominate.

He set his sights on the sheep-like Great Song.

The internal force of Luosang Mo's whole body had already been transported to his palm, and a ball of flame was sprayed towards Yannan. This move is bent on killing Yannan. Because he angered the invincible Luosang Mo.

The flames lit up the night sky with a hissing sound, like the sound of a rattlesnake attacking its prey. The place where the flames walked was as if it had been shoveled by a shovel, as if the long hair of a beautiful woman had been shaved on the top of her head compared to the rest of the place.

Xiang Yannan, Zhao Jin and Lei Benlie, who was already half dead, knew that even if the three of them dodged this blow, they would not survive tonight, but they did not wait for death, but joined the three of them to meet the attack.

What made them do so was the remembrance of life, and now they are willing to endure great pain to live a little longer, even if it is in the blink of an eye.

At that time, it was dangerous, and even Xiang Yannan thought that they were about to be swallowed by the flames flying in front of them, and they were ready to suddenly have a tough and domineering internal force behind them, and that internal force made them burn a flame in their hearts, illuminating their sense of survival that was about to be extinguished. The internal force came out of the palm, like water spilled out, extinguishing the flame.

Luo Sang Mo originally planned to use this "flame knife" to send Xiang Yannan and the three to hell. Seeing that the three of them were about to be devoured by the flames, out of nowhere, an internal force suddenly burst out and actually extinguished their own flame knife. But he knew that it was not the power that Xiang Yannan and the others burst out in the fear of death, but that there were other masters behind them.

"Come out, friend hiding behind. ”

"Sect Master," Lei Benlie called out first. It turned out that the person hiding behind was Han Ju, the leader of the Ming Sect. Lei Benlie almost cried out, like a child who had been greatly wronged and saw his parents.

"I, Lei Benlie, have even been reincarnated wrong in my life, and there is only one thing that I have a vision, and that is to follow Han Ju, who is more than ten years younger than me, to join the Ming Sect. As long as Han Ju is here, there will be no sin for me to suffer Lei Benlie. "No one would have thought that a man who was beaten by Lei Benlie would say such a sensual thing.

These are not the words of flesh, these are the truest words that come from the deepest part of one's heart after escaping from the brink of death. It is the most precious and vital word of mankind. People who are in the cold will feel warm spring because of such a sentence. People who are destitute will regain their confidence in life because of such a sentence. Even people who are about to commit suicide will face a bleak life because of such a sentence.

It was so dark that there was no darker night than before dawn, and no sun more brilliant than the setting sun. The two groups of people stood face to face, waiting for dawn, waiting for a result.

"The national teacher fought with the master of Shaolin Temple last year, and there was no winner or loser, which is really extraordinary. The national teacher is also so vicious as a monk, if I hadn't arrived in time, I am afraid that the right envoy and the Lei Hall Master would have been overtaken by you a long time ago. Han Ju wore a mink cloak, facing the east, where the light rose, said. "Besides, the national teacher is the eagle of the plateau, how can he obey Tong Jing's orders for tens of thousands of taels of gold, which can't be regarded as a human thing. ”

Luo Sang Mo couldn't figure out how high Han Jue's martial arts were for a while, but he knew that he was definitely not under him. And listening to what he said, I don't want to break the net with myself here. For a while, I couldn't figure out what tricks the scheming Ming Sect leader Han Ju played. But you can't be too quiet. So he regained his calm like autumn water, and said: "The sect leader can control the Ming Sect at a young age, and he is really clever in his means. If you don't do it sooner or later, just when I want to kill them, this Lei Hall Master is already more affectionate to the sect leader than his mother. The sect leader's ability to buy people's hearts for his own use today should be the first. ”

"Hongfanzi, our sect leader is here, you just wait to die, I don't believe that your ****" flame knife "can beat our sect leader's 'great shift'. ”

Luosang Mo couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the "Great Shift". Because he had already heard of the "Great Shift of the Universe" as early as when he was in Tibet.

Luo Sang Mo turned the Buddha beads, and said to Han Ju and his party: "I once traveled to India, and I heard when I listened to the scriptures and learned the Dharma in Nalanda Temple, there is an old man in Persia who lives in seclusion in the mountains, this person is a strange person, and he has written a book of martial arts secrets in the past 30 years, called "Qiankun Great Shift" This martial art is an incomparably profound internal martial arts method, and its power lies in its ability to transform the internal force sent out by the opponent into its own internal force, so as to attack the opponent. ”

Han Ju clapped his hands and said, "The national teacher is really knowledgeable, and what he said is not bad at all, but I want to know how many martial arts secrets in the temple were secretly learned by the national teacher when he was studying the scriptures in Nalanda Temple. ”

Luo Sang Mo heard Han Ju humiliating him, but he was not angry at all, because what Han Ju said was true, he did learn a lot of stunts in Nalanda Temple.

Later, Mingjiao arose in Persia, and "The Great Shift of Qiankun" was discovered by Mingjiao people and became a must-learn skill for all generations of sect leaders. Later, the Ming Sect spread to Middle-earth, and at the beginning, the Persian Ming Sect did not pass on the "Great Shift of the Qiankun" to you. A scheming man spent a lot of money to buy off an envoy sent by Persia. The messenger couldn't resist the temptation of gold, so he stole "The Great Shift". Sold to the man of the Middle-earth Ming Sect. ”

Luosang Mo was like a surging river and kept talking, his spit was flying, and a breath of cattle and sheep and other animals gushed out of his mouth, although he was a national teacher, but that smell had penetrated into his bones and could never be changed.

Han Ju listened quietly, Xiang Yannan and the others were already completely curious in their hearts at this time, wanting to know who this scheming person Luo Sang Mo was talking about.

Luo Sang Mo said to the depths and turned his face. Facing Han Ju directly, he said: "This person is you, the current leader of the Ming Sect, Han Ju. ”

Xiang Yannan and the others only understood at this time why the old sect mainly passed on the position of sect leader to the young Han Ju. It turned out that Han Ju was the one who introduced "The Great Shift of Qiankun" to Mingjiao. They wake up from a big dream and don't know what to say.

Han Ju is Han Ju, although he was exposed by Luosang Mo, he was still so calm, like the night in front of him, unfathomable. Han Ju opened his mouth and said: "It seems that the national teacher is the one who also spent a lot of money to buy "The Great Shift of Qiankun" as the Persian envoy said. ”

It turned out that Luosang Mo also wanted to compete for "The Great Shift"

This inside story made others unbelievable. Compared with Han Ju and Luosang Mo, they were as simple and ignorant as lambs that had just been born and ran on the grassland.

"It's a pity that the messenger can't trust me, thinking that I am poor in Tibet and can't take out so much money. So he sold the cheats to you, but he couldn't see through the insidious viciousness of your Song people, he didn't understand that in the eyes of your Song people, the cheats were his life, when he received a lot of money and handed over the cheats. And he was killed. Luosang Mo said with a tone of regret.

Everyone understood that the person who killed the messenger was Han Ju.

The most uncomfortable thing in his heart at this moment was Lei Benlie, he never thought that he was just a little gloomy on weekdays, and the sect leader who had just rescued him would be so despicable. And what Luosang Mo said didn't seem to be false at all.

"Don't talk nonsense, Luosang Mo, those who become big things are not informal, and besides, the messenger is also damned, he actually seduced the wife of the previous sect leader, and I caught the handle. Han Ju said without thinking about it, excusing himself, but no one can believe this story, after all, the protagonists of this story are all dead people.

What the dead have done, it is the living who say.

Besides, dozens of stories like this can pop up in Han Ju's head casually.

"You killed my sect members, Luosang Mo, there is still a scene here to slander me. Since you are also thinking about "The Great Shift", I will let you see it. Han Ju still said very gracefully.

"Okay, last year I met a Persian Ming Sect Great Treasure Tree King in India, and used my 'Flame Knife' to comprehend his 'Qiankun Great Transfer' without winning or losing, I don't know how the sect leader's Qiankun Great Shift is learning, and whether he can catch up with the Persian natives. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Han Ju had already burst out with his palms, which was the third form in the "Great Shift of Qiankun": Overlord Chong. It's about domineering. Even a stone must be washed into powder.

Han Ju seems to be very chic, a light blow, but he has used all his strength, he doesn't like to procrastinate in anything, he wants to convince Luosang Mo once, and once he wants to be arrogant, Luosang Mo feels the fear of death.

It's too late, it's too soon, Sedanza, who was standing next to Lobsang Mo, felt a sense of oppression rushing towards them in the air.

Luosang Mo knew that he couldn't dodge that blow, so he had to fight with internal strength. His flame knife had not yet reached the point of perfection, and there were very few moves.

A martial art is nothing more than the combination of internal force and moves, internal force dominates moves, and moves are conducive to exerting the power of internal force to the extreme. To use an analogy, it means that Neili is a handsome man, and clothes are moves. The better the clothes, the more charming the man becomes. And the internal force cannot be compared to a beauty, because the beauty without clothes is the most beautiful.

Luosang Mo's flame knife collided with Han Ju's Overlord Chong in front of him, and with a "boom", two internal forces collided, and Luosang Mo was knocked out several feet. A sense of fear rose in his heart.