I Am Not A Taoist Ancestor

Of course, Genghis Khan did not dare to distract him, and the form on the battlefield did not require him to be distracted.

In a battlefield belonging to Deva, there is a wild bald donkey who is laughing wildly.

"Ha! There is no one in Shaolin! Is it only you? Even Deva has failed. Why can you resist me?"

The big man's voice was extremely wild, and he seemed very proud.

"The Shaolin trash, when I was able to beat Shaolin, now I can crush your Shaolin in the head!"

"How about you Shaolin monk? Why? The head-shrunk tortoise hides? Why is it that only you, a bald donkey who is less than Deva, appears here?"

Pyongdu Tuo sarcastically said: "Is the bald donkey afraid of it? If your Shaolin monks are willing to come to my Vajra gate and burn for 20 years, I might be able to plead with Da Khan, and wait until I conquer the Song Dynasty, and I will spare your Shaolin bald donkey. A fate."

"Heh!" The monk on the opposite side is very young, with blood on the corners of his mouth, a moon-white monk's clothes, and a red wine Calabash around his waist. He is more like a brother-in-law than a monk.

He looked at the arrogant Pyongduto, but he was not angry, and glanced at the Pyongduto without sorrow or joy.

"It's a pity! Hundred years of accumulated merits have fallen short, so I can get into the realm of God, fighting Deva alone, after all, is still too reluctant."

He said it was a pity, but there was no regret or irritation on the face, and the action didn't even mean the slightest pause.

In a twinkling of an eye, the monk facing the fireworker Tuotuo has three kinds of artistic conceptions rising from his body.

A kind of artistic conception, erudition and wisdom, but also the power of enlightenment and wisdom. Seeing it is like seeing a master, only feeling a tight place, the hair on the back is standing upside down, and fear can not help but rise in the heart.

A kind of artistic conception, tranquil and indifferent, plain and lofty, as if it can be seen everywhere, but also as lofty as the sky, seeing it like seeing a Taoist ancestor.

A kind of artistic conception, compassion and magnificence, if you see the boundless Buddha light, Pu Ji saves the world, seeing it is like seeing the Buddha, it is like seeing the other shore.

Three completely different moods, from ascending, are faintly in a state of equilibrium.

When the fireworker Tuo saw this scene, he couldn't help but his eyes were shocked, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at the person on the other side.

"Who are you?"

Fire Master Tuo couldn't help being shocked, and the person who was hit by him vomiting blood had three kinds of moods on his body now.

As Deva, the fire engineer can perceive that every mood is enough for him to achieve Deva. However, the opposite is just a fascination.

This shows that this person is not unable to achieve Deva, but has not thought about which way and which principle should be chosen to interpret the world.

"I learned Confucianism, later Taoism, and finally Buddhism. I have forgotten who my last name is. The most recent name seems to be someone calling me a drunkard monk."

"Hundred years, the world has changed drastically, and I have a more far-reaching path. However, after reaching the top of my mind, I fell into distress. What path should I choose?"

"Which kind of theory, which method can interpret the world?"

"Perhaps Wen Dao is ok, but Wen Dao already has two Sages. Although I learned from Wen Dao and gave up Wen Qi, I may not be unaffected by Sage."

"Perhaps Taoism and Buddhism are also possible, but no one can see the true god, and no one can see the true Buddha."

"The principles of Confucianism are my youth, the principles of Taoism are my middle age, and the principles of Buddhism are my old age."

"As a young me, I am aspiring to Kuang the world, but after all, I am overwhelmed by the world. The middle-aged me enjoys the indifferent landscape and water, but after all, I just escape."

"I learned a lot from Taoism and Confucianism, but I can't solve my doubts."

"So, when I was old, I set my sights on Buddhism and tried to let go of the stubbornness in my heart."

"I studied the Scriptures and the principles of Buddhism, but I only saw one word-empty!"

"lay down!"

Speaking of this, the Buddhist monk's artistic conception is extremely strong, and under the envelope of this artistic conception, the fire master seems to have heard the sung fanatic singing.

"Shit!" At this time, the fire engineer was a little mad. Although he was still a bald donkey, he couldn't see a real bald donkey.

"Yes! Shit!"

Unexpectedly, the wine monk nodded, seeming to agree.

"With a lifetime, who can become empty?" The wine fighting monk continued, "At least...I can't do it!"

"The way of Deva is imminent. I can't afford to give up young people, nor can I forget middle age, nor can I give up old age. So, I chose another path..."

"Confucianism, Buddhism, family and Taoism are connected, and the three religions have always had one ancestor and phoenix."

Speaking of this, the brewing monk couldn't help but laugh a little: "I have met Wang Chongyang, but unfortunately... even he can't solve my doubts, after all, he is the same person as me..."

The fireworker Tuo widened his eyes. Of course he knew who Wang Chongyang was. After the trend began a hundred years ago, the first person to die was a love killer, because someone saw a woman die for him.

Some people say it is Qi Deviation, because of the tragic condition of the corpse of the Quanzhen Patriarch.

But his widening eyes were not because of shock. Even if Wang Chongyang was alive, he was confident that he could use this casserole-sized fist to send him home.

It's just that as a rough person, he doesn't understand what the drunkard fighting monk is saying.

"When I saw Wang Chongyang for the first time, I saw the Nine Yin Scriptures, and then I made a Nine Yang Scriptures, but it's not important! My purpose is to communicate with him about the unity of the three religions. At that time, the world hadn't changed greatly, it was just pure discussion and exchange."

"After the great change in the world, I saw Wang Chongyang for the second time. Wang Chongyang deserves his position. At this time, he walked ahead of the Deva road before me."

"It's also the road of the integration of the three religions. This time, in the exchange with me, he gave me a lot of experience, and those experiences were all tested by him step by step with his life."

"A hundred years of time, I have balanced the three artistic conceptions, only one step away from Deva's Tao, thanks to him."

"I thought that he didn't have a path to follow, and I would follow it, but today he can't do it..."

When the wine fighting monk said this, the look of nostalgia that was originally plain showed a little bit of nostalgia, and finally couldn't help showing a few regrets.

At the same time, his momentum rose.

"If I really want to give up, I can only choose my boy!"

The middle-aged Dao expresses his affection for the landscape because it is difficult to pay for his youth.

The same is true for the old age asking for free time, the young man pierced through him.

What's more, there is nothing wrong with the protagonist...

Shaolin?

Rubbish!

The balance of the three artistic conceptions was broken at this time, and for a time, the erudite meaning skyrocketed and forced the other two artistic conceptions to a corner, and then swallowed them all.

"Boom!"

Thunder on the ground!

Deva sympathizes!

The brewing monk stepped into the Deva realm, and in the blink of an eye, the fighting style of the two was reversed, and the fireworker Tuo couldn't raise his head.

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