My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 107 I am already at the limit of this segment with just a few moves (please subscribe)

"You two want to discuss things with me, so please take a seat."

Yang Ling looked at the two Western disciples calmly.

His goal is to be the final winner of this discussion. No matter who comes to discuss with him, he will not refuse.

The pharmacist and Taoist Yueguang asked questions one after another, all of which were difficult questions that had troubled them for a long time.

Coincidentally, Yang Ling also discussed these problems with the Archmage, so he gave the answer without much effort.

Taoist Yueguang looked shocked.

She only felt that her path suddenly became clear, and her Zen mind suddenly became clear. She was surprised and said: "My fellow Taoist's Zen attainments are indeed unfathomable."

The pharmacist on the side also felt as if the mystery in his heart had been dispelled. He looked at Yang Ling and said respectfully: "I would also like to thank fellow Taoist for your guidance. I have benefited a lot today."

After that, he changed the topic and said in a deep voice: "Now we should formally discuss Tao."

"Um?"

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows, wasn't that talking about Tao just now?

The pharmacist said solemnly: "Fellow Taoist has just given me generous advice, and I am extremely grateful."

As soon as these words came out, all the immortals and gods around him started talking about it.

"Isn't this a joke?"

"Disciple of a dignified saint, acting like this is too petty!"

"I said from the beginning that I was asking for advice, so now it's okay to discuss Tao."

"..."

Listening to the almost one-sided disparagement and accusations from all around, the pharmacist remained unmoved at all. He just looked at Yang Ling quietly, and Gujing Wuha said:

"The poor man has practiced Zen hard, and now he has reached the state of pure Zen mind, with no distracting thoughts and no disturbance.

If you, fellow Taoist, can shake my mood today, then count it as your victory, fellow Taoist. "

Hearing this, the discussion around him became a little louder.

"How can there be such an argument? Isn't this just a lie?"

"It's indeed a shame to act like this."

"For that Tong Bow, it's normal to use some means."

"That is a top-grade spiritual treasure...not shabby!"

"..."

Listening to the whispers of the gods and gods around him, the pharmacist's expression remained as usual, unaffected in any way. He just looked at Yang Ling and said calmly: "What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

Yang Ling smiled slightly, with a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes: "The state of purity is not the absence of thoughts, but the non-attachment of thoughts.

Fellow Taoist, do you think your state of purity is impeccable? "

The pharmacist closed his eyes, his whole body was filled with a faint halo, and his voice was as calm as water, "My heart is like a clear mirror, untainted by dust. There is no attachment, no hindrance, no thoughts, no thoughts. I am nothing, and nothing is me. All conditioned laws, Like lightning, like dew, like dream bubbles..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ling waved his hand impatiently.

"Stop it, stop it... It's just a pretense in front of outsiders. Why are you pretending in front of me?"

Mie Tian's palm appeared invisible, and without any warning, a normal-sized purple-gold palm formed next to the pharmacist, and then swung it violently on the left side of the pharmacist's face.

The pharmacist was sent flying by this slap, his body spinning horizontally in the air, like a rootless catkin in the wind, crashing into Yueguang Taoist without any control.

Taoist Yueguang was caught off guard. He did not expect the sudden change. He felt a strong wind blowing towards his face and had no time to dodge.

The two Western saints and disciples immediately turned into gourds rolling on the ground, dust flew up, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

The gods and gods all around were in an uproar, some were shocked, some were confused, and some couldn't help laughing.

Such a scene is extremely rare on such a solemn occasion.

No one expected that Yang Ling would suddenly take action, and he would do so decisively and swiftly, sending the pharmacist flying away.

Even the powerful figures such as Queen Mother of the West, Emperor Donghua, Taiyi Jiku Tianzun, etc., who were sitting high on the throne, looked surprised at this moment.

The Kunlun Tao Discussion has been held so many times, and many immortals and gods have had conflicts during the Tao discussion, but there has never been a situation where they took action on the spot.

After all, the owner of this place is the Queen Mother of the West. Who dares to make trouble here?

But Yang Ling just took action.

And the one he beat was also a disciple of the saint.

The pharmacist was furious and got up from the ground. The fingerprints on his face were red, swollen and obvious. He looked at Yang Ling and said angrily: "If fellow Taoist can't break the pure realm of Pindao, just admit defeat. What's the point of taking action like this? "

"Isn't your state of purity broken?" Yang Ling said calmly.

The angry pharmacist froze on the spot, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to realize something. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Yang Ling, with a trace of relief in his voice:

"The Taoist friend's Zen method is profound, and the poor Taoist has learned it."

Seeing this scene, the gods and gods around them suddenly exploded.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you suddenly admit defeat?"

"You were cheating just now, and now you just admit defeat after being slapped?"

"You can't even understand this?"

"It sounds like you understand it! Then why don't you come and listen?"

"Hey, don't tell me! If you want to know, you can figure it out yourself!"

"..."

Many gods and gods present were confused by the medicine master's sudden change of attitude.

However, most of the immortals still understood the mystery and knew that the pharmacist actually lost not unfairly.

Giving up now is his best option.

Yang Ling nodded slightly and turned his gaze to Taoist Yueguang.

He rubbed his palms twice and asked calmly: "Fellow Daoist Moonlight, do you still want to argue with me?"

The Taoist Moonlight's eyes were slightly fixed, with a complex look in his eyes, and a pair of large eyes full of exotic charm flashed with curiosity.

She looked at Yang Ling and shook her head decisively: "I know I am not your opponent, and I dare not delay your precious time any longer."

After that, she bowed to the Queen Mother of the West again, using the excuse that she had to escort Taoist Sunlight back to the Western Paradise.

The Queen Mother of the West agreed and ordered the Fairy Blue Bird to send the two away.

After the two Western disciples left the venue early, the surrounding discussions could no longer be suppressed.

The immortals and gods whispered to each other, and the discussions came one after another. Although the voices were low, they could not hide the shock and admiration in them.

"You are indeed a human immortal!"

"That slap just now was a stroke of genius!"

"As a human immortal, he defeated three Western disciples in succession in the Western Zen Dao. It's incredible!"

"Don't you think it's strange? How can he be so proficient in the Western Dao when he teaches his disciples alone?"

"What's so strange? He is a human immortal. How can he be judged by common sense?"

The Queen Mother of the West sat cross-legged on the cloud bed at the top, and her eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

Although she guessed that Yang Ling must have made some preparations, she didn't expect that the other party's performance was still beyond her expectations.

The aunt and nephew Yunhua and Longji, who were sitting below, also had a lot of excitement in their eyes. They kept communicating through the soul transmission, and every sentence was inseparable from Yang Ling.

However, the former's words were full of pride and pride, while the latter was more admiration and respect.

"Did you see that, aunt?" Long Ji stared at Yang Ling in the arena, "This is the goal I want to pursue. In the future, I will also be like this immortal from the Human Sect, and make a name for myself under the gaze of the immortals from the Three Realms!"

"Hmm...Hmm?"

...

After the two Western Sect disciples left, Yang Ling was left alone sitting cross-legged in the arena.

He looked around calmly and smiled calmly, "Which Taoist friend wants to discuss Taoism with me?"

The surroundings became quiet.

After seeing Yang Ling's attainments in Zen, all the immortals were puzzled.

Even the three Western Sect disciples had already lost, so who else could win?

Seeing that no one was on the stage, Yang Ling was a little disappointed.

It seems that these immortals are not very good!

He knows a little about the three thousand great ways and eight hundred side doors. It can be said that he hasn't officially made a move yet, so why is no one daring to go on the stage?

Could it be that these immortals are afraid of his identity as a disciple of the Other Sect?

In that case, it is estimated that only the disciples of the Chan Sect would dare to go on stage.

As he thought so, he glanced at Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and others, and saw that several Chan Sect disciples were hesitant and had not yet decided whether to go on stage.

What a delay.

They want to win the red bow, but they are afraid of losing and being embarrassed!

If it were the disciples of the Jie Sect, they would definitely not be so entangled!

Yang Ling complained in his heart, and simply retracted his gaze, no longer looking at them, but looking around, expecting some scattered immortals to stand up.

At this time, a blue-clothed sword immortal gritted his teeth, stood up and saluted Yang Ling, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know Zen, I specialize in swordsmanship, I wonder if I can ask the immortal for advice?"

Upon hearing this, all the immortals understood that this was to avoid Zen and use swordsmanship to determine the winner.

It was the same routine as the three Western Sect disciples before!

In the past, the immortals would definitely despise it.

But at this moment, no one of them spoke.

Because, if they want to win, this seems to be their only chance!

Thinking of this, all the immortals looked at Yang Ling.

Facing the expectant eyes of the immortals, Yang Ling smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture, and said calmly: "Why not?"

The blue-clothed sword immortal was overjoyed, and directly turned into a sword light and fell on the futon opposite Yang Ling, as if he couldn't wait to show his understanding of the sword.

Just a moment later, he put away the complacency on his face, stood up and bowed with shame: "I thought my sword had reached perfection, but today I met the immortal and realized that I was just a frog in the well...

Thank you for your guidance, I will learn from you!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly, and after the blue-clothed sword immortal left, he continued to look around, "Which Taoist friend wants to discuss the Tao with me?"

Before he finished speaking, many immortals stood up immediately.

"I am practicing Gu Dao, can the immortal teach me?"

"I am only good at Dan Dao, please enlighten me!"

"I have doubts about Fu Dao, and I would like to ask the immortal for some advice!"

"I have the same idea, why don't you let me go first?"

"..."

Yang Ling frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect so many immortals to dare to come on stage to discuss Dao.

However, several immortals came on stage one after another, and they all directly raised the problems they encountered when they were enlightened. After getting the answers, they admitted defeat and left with thousands of thanks.

At this time, Yang Ling finally found something wrong.

They were not discussing Dao, but taking the opportunity to seek his guidance!

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