Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The old monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, and took a step forward.

With a sound of "dong", it seemed like a dull thunder rolled away, and the solid and heavy yellow mud official road suddenly trembled.

The dust shook loose, like an earth dragon turning over.

The billowing smoke rose into the sky, and the black Jiao horses that were galloping were startled and neighed.

Whoohoo!

The wind is blowing!

The strong airflow pulled back the brand new monk's robe, the skinny old monk holding a broken bowl and smiling.

Beneath the shriveled body, the roots twisted like dragons and snakes, and there was a wanton sound of rushing rivers and oceans.

That's blood boiling!

Like a surging dragon river hanging in the sky!

Terrifying!

The merchants in the humble tea house did not see all of this clearly at all.

I only felt that the ground was rumbling, the wind whistled, and the movement was extremely noisy.

The unremarkable old monk suddenly got up, raised his feet, stepped forward, and then fell.

It was only one step, but it seemed to have used a great supernatural power to shrink the ground into an inch.

The whole person disappeared with a "swoosh", and in half a snap of his fingers, he reappeared on the broad official road fifty paces away.

"Amitabha, benefactor and walk slowly."

The old monk held a bowl in his right hand, and his voice was neither high nor low.

"A monk who doesn't know whether to live or die, dare to block the road..."

Sitting on the horse was Yang Ping, the steward of the Duke of Liang's government.

He caught a glimpse of a figure in a monk's robe suddenly blocking the middle of the road, and he couldn't help sneering in surprise.

Shaking the reins directly, clamped the horse's belly, and slammed into it fiercely.

How terrifying is a flooded horse that weighs several thousand kilograms, plus its own flesh and blood skeleton that weighs several hundred kilograms, running at full strength?

Not to mention people!

Even if there is a copper wall and an iron wall in front of you, it can push out a hole!

"The old monk has never seen the battlefield of the army, thousands of elite iron cavalry, the momentum of the unity of men and horses is fierce, no matter how powerful the martial arts master, as long as he does not become a great master, a charge will be gone..."

Between Yang Ping's thoughts, the dragon's spine was tensed, and his waist was bent like a bow, almost lying on the horse's back.

Under such actions, its speed is faster and its momentum is stronger!

Before half a breath, the black Jiaoma galloped.

It comes from the Northwest Longhe Ranch and is used by the military.

Having received special training, it is hard to be frightened when seeing people.

Put it on the battlefield, you can rush to kill without fear of the thunderous power of thunderbolt.

Trample you!

The tall Jiaoma's nostrils spewed two thick white air, revealing a fierce aura.

Raise your front hooves and step down hard!

"Beast."

The old monk's complexion remained unchanged, and the five fingers of his left hand were stretched and pushed straight out with a palm.

Extremely simple, no bells and whistles.

But no one could have imagined that in that thin body, which was in its twilight years and decayed like a rotten tree, there was an extremely terrifying dragon-elephant power.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Between the palms, a series of explosion sounds resounded suddenly!

The huge airflow within a hundred paces was squeezed and became extremely viscous, and the layers were tightly stacked like heavy iron.

It was as if Tianjing Xiongcheng was pinched in the palm of his hand and smashed down!

The black flooded horse looked terrified and neighed.

Under the violent turbulence, Yang Ping was thrown off on the spot.

People turn their backs!

Even if it is not psychic, the coercion that life and death are in the hands of others can be really felt.

Dou Da's bloody "death" word, accompanied by a strong mental impact, was deeply imprinted on both eyes, and eternal life was indelible.

咴!

The black Jiao horse whimpered endlessly, as if begging for mercy.

The old monk's eyes were calm and indifferent.

The tyrannical force of that palm fell, directly knocking this high-class horse, which could travel 800 miles a day, to its knees.

The ferocious force of the full collision was dissolved in an instant, and the monk's robe was not even rolled.

"Forgive you once."

The old monk sighed softly, after all, he had a heart of compassion.

In the blink of an eye, 90% of the force was held back.

Flip your palms over and hold your neck to prevent the black dragon from stumbled and broken.

And like a flower, if the weight is lifted slightly, it will be thrown several feet away.

After a while, the group of black figures landed smoothly, without being hurt in the slightest.

"Go."

The old monk waved.

"Crack!"

The black flooded horse did not dare to disobey, and turned around and returned along the same path.

All this seems to be slow and fast, only between the electric light and flint, ordinary people can't see clearly at all.

When it fell into their eyes, it became an old monk who stepped out of the official road and threw the flying dragon horse with one hand.

"This person is the first of the Hanging Temple! A great Arhat with a successful cultivation base!"

The owner of the tea house widened his eyes and held his breath, suspecting that he had seen an immortal descend to the world.

Such a fierce and tall horse was thrown into the sky at will!

"This is an eminent monk! A master with real magic power and supernatural powers!"

Everyone in the tea house was extremely excited and there were many discussions.

Only the spiky-looking middle-aged businessman was uneasy and didn't know what to do.

It is not surprising that everyone is like this, the Buddhism in Xuanzhou is orthodox, with two holy places in the south and the north.

Hanging Temple, Huangjue Temple.

Those with a high realm are the first of the lineage, presided over by the abbot, and rarely set foot in the secular world.

Either close the door to clean up, or comprehend the magic.

No chance or background, outsiders have never met.

At most, he can speculate on his prestige from half-truths and rumors.

Imagining it is not intuitive enough, how can it be shocking to witness it with your own eyes.

"Who are you? Dare to stop the horses of Liang Guogong's mansion?!"

Yang Ping looked like a big enemy, looking at the thin old monk who did not show the mountains and waters, and did not have any amazing weather.

He is a warrior of the three realms of blood exchange, and his eyesight is sharper than that of ordinary people.

The most terrifying thing about the opponent is not the tyrannical power of throwing the flying dragon horse, but the subtlety of the power.

"After the flooded horse fell to the ground, it was unscathed.

It can be seen that the old monk's unloading power, transformation power, and transportation power... have reached an extremely terrifying realm!

This person's martial arts are definitely not under mine!

Even better! "

Yang Ping asked himself to change it. He could kill the horse with both fists and successfully block the road.

But it's a bit difficult to throw it away without hurting the slightest bit.

"The Duke of Liang's Mansion...that's right.

The old man just wanted to persuade the benefactor not to go to Tianjing.

There is a dangerous place, insisting on the past, afraid of a bloody disaster. "

The old monk bowed his head.

"Master will see pictures?"

Yang Ping frowned slightly.

"Dare to ask which temple you entered? Which way did you worship the true Buddha?"

The old monk shook his head and said:

“It’s not about being proficient, it’s just a little understanding.

Lao Na entered the Daleiyin Temple and worshipped the World-Honored One in the past. Like all the Buddhist practitioners in the world, he did not have any great origins or footsteps. "

Yang Ping's eyes flashed, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The old monk was so loud that he was not afraid to flash his tongue.

The Daleiyin Temple, located on Mount Sumeru, is where the Buddha practiced.

It is said that after the immemorial time, the road has long been cut off, and no one has ever heard the sight of the thunderous voice of the World-Honored One.

Even the great monks of Xuankong Temple and Huangjue Temple did not dare to say that they were expected to step into Lingshan and achieve a positive result.

A wild fox Zen with no sect, but he is too embarrassed to say nonsense?

Really funny!

"The monks don't lie, I advise the master to be cautious and be careful about the stoma industry."

Yang Ping knew a little about Buddhism and responded coldly:

"No matter what kind of person you are on, there is no king in the world, and if you dare to move the horse of Liang Guogong's mansion, there will be no good end!

The same goes for outsiders!

Master, I see that your cultivation is not easy, so you should leave quickly, don’t make mistakes!

Otherwise, I really have to investigate it, report it directly to the government, and issue a sea arrest document... Can you afford it? "

The old monk held the broken bowl and said calmly:

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore.

The old man didn't want to be a benefactor... He lost a good life for nothing.

What a hero Liang Guogong is, a general with a hundred victories on the battlefield, an undefeated commander in the big tent, why bother with a junior. "

Yang Ping seemed to have reacted, stepped forward abruptly, and laughed loudly:

"It turned out to be a helper from Liaodong Muzizi? Since you know that my father-in-law has made a decision to kill in his life, he should not block the road or take action!

If you offend the Duke of Liang, you will have to pay the price you deserve!

Ji Jiulang, a lowly military household, killed the adopted son of the grandfather of the country, and only needed one life to pay him, which is still cheap for him! "

The old monk was silent for a while, as if he had nothing to say.

Bowing his head, the twelve ring scars are striking.

"It's really a wild fox Zen, I don't know how high the sky is, and I pretend to burn myself twelve ring scars..."

Yang Ping raised his eyebrows, feeling even more amused.

After a monk ordained, the first thing to do is to shave.

After a long period of study in meditation and chanting, only after getting the approval of the abbot and the first priest, can he keep the precepts and become a real monk.

At this time, the temple will burn the first ring scar for him.

As many Taoist precepts are held, as many grains are burned to show the sincerity in the heart and the deep cultivation.

The highest among them can be as many as twelve, which is the "Bodhisattva Precept".

This means that even if one attains the status of a bodhisattva, one only needs to keep so many precepts.

"Old monk, your martial arts skills are rare, so obediently give way, I just think that what happened today didn't happen.

Otherwise, I will report to the officials with the waist badge of the Duke of Liang's mansion, and issue a sea arrest document to convict you of provoking the court! "

If it wasn't for the thief bald donkey throwing the flying dragon horse in his way, it was too shocking to the world, and Yang Ping would not bother to spend so much time.

He has served Duke Liang for ten years, and he has seen too many people in the arena whose spines have been broken by the court.

Among them, there are many masters of the four realms who open up the sea of ​​​​qi and condense the real astral.

In order to keep the inheritance of his own martial art, he is willing to be the dog raised by the government.

"Donor, please continue on your way."

The old monk pondered for a long time, and seemed to have no choice but to step aside and step aside.

"If you are acquainted, remember to find that Jiaoma, otherwise, you won't be able to eat and walk around."

Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a smug look on his brows.

Liang Guogong's reputation is very good, and the disciples of the three religions and six traditions have to give some face when they hear it.

What's more, it's a wild fox Zen who came out of nowhere!

"The donor has a saying, maybe it's right, life is indeed divided into high and low.

But in Lao Na's view, the adopted son of the Duke's Mansion is no more valuable than the military household in Liaodong.

After all, how can beasts compare to people. "

The old monk raised the broken bowl that had been filled with wine and meat and tea, and lowered the cover with his backhand.

Cover the sky!