Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

In front of the mountain gate of Hanshan Temple, someone came on horseback.

With a loud sound, it fell like a heavy hammer.

The crimson-red and fiery tall dragon foal was like a mass of flames, swiftly dashing away the roaring wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a dozen feet and came under the heavy steps.

Wearing a purple-gold crown and a majestic figure in an embroidered Jiao Wu robe, he grabbed the reins and turned over and dismounted.

The visitor raised his head and looked up, his eyes staring.

There is a fierce, arrogant smokey flame!

Straight like a raging turbulent, blowing in the face!

"Are you the youngest son of a Korean public family?"

The older monk monk couldn't help holding his breath.

He had long heard that there was a prince in Tianjing City who had a great chance.

In the sacrificial ceremony of the military temple of the military family, the Spring and Autumn Sword, which was enshrined with the tablet and the statue of the god, was activated.

This is an astonishing treatment that Jiang Yingwu and Wang Zhongdao have never received before.

Therefore, he was designated as a "Tiger Bear Talent" by Qin Tianjian, and is expected to become a Great Master.

But, see you in person today.

Only then did I know why this South Korean prince was called "Little Junhou"?

Those phoenix eyes and those lying silkworm eyebrows are majestic and unbreakable.

It looks like a clay statue in Guansheng Temple!

"That's right, I'll ask you this prince, is Xu Huaiying here?"

The Prince of Korea narrowed his eyes, as if a bit sharp.

"His Royal Highness Hui Shizi has already sat at the table, and now he is in the Daxiong Palace, drinking tea with a few friends and talking about it."

Zhike monk folded his hands together and lowered his head.

"It's very good. I had no fight with him five years ago, but now it has become a personal transmission of the Zhenwu Mountain Dharma, so I just have to make a break!"

The Korean prince laughed loudly and walked over the mountain gate.

Before the scorching qi and blood were dispersed, it was already scattered in the wind and snow!

It was as if the lid of a huge oven was lifted, and a crimson light that was as thick as fire burst out!

"What a powerful Dharma aura!"

Zhike monk and a group of young novices looked at the majestic background and couldn't help but feel amazed.

Exchange blood Third Stage, tempering the muscles and bones, there will be external signs such as golden sound and jade vibration, skin toughness like drums and so on.

The casting of the body of law is also accompanied by different visions.

For example, the qi and blood condense into a phantom of the oven, and the qi machine forms the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

"Senior brother, did Prince Korea and Prince Xu have a holiday?"

A little novice asked in a low voice.

"It's just...inconvenient personal grudges."

Zhi Ke Seng hesitated for a moment, then said softly:

"Korean Gong has a son and a daughter, and the Xu family has the only seedling of Young Master Ying.

In the early years, the Korean father and the Xu family had a finger marriage with the intention of promoting a good thing.

However, Young Master Huaiying had no intention of being a man and a woman, and began to focus on his achievements, delaying marriage several times.

Until later, there was no reason to look for the champion in high school, so he simply went to Zhenwu Mountain, abandoned his huge family business, and became a Taoist priest.

No one in Tianjing City knows that the son of the Korean prince is like a fiery fire, but he regards his elder sister as his mother and respects him the most.

Young Master Huaiying went to the mountain to practice Taoism, and made it clear that he wanted to break off the marriage... How could he bear this? "

break off an engagement?

All the little novices suddenly realized that there is still this old incident.

"Before the Prince of Korea joined the army, he would go to Xu Mansion to wait for Mr. Huaiying every New Year, and he had fought three or four times.

This time, the meeting of the civil and military leaders is probably also a fierce situation in which the point of the needle is against Maimang, and they will not give in to each other. "

The Zhike monk sighed with emotion, and turned to be a little worried.

"I just hope that the abbot can stop it, and don't let the two of them knock down the Daxiong Palace."

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"Master Huaiying, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you, and your style is even better than before."

Xuan Ming, who was among the seven sons of Xuankong, smiled lightly, like a flower, with the meaning of being out of the dust.

He has been in Beijing for several months, for this civil and military meeting.

In the Mahavira Hall, seven or eight futons were placed on both sides.

There are more than a dozen low coffee tables in the back, prepared with melons, fruits, snacks, fragrant tea and other items.

On the outermost side, there are several long-bright lamps made of white jade and covered with lotus seats, shining in all directions.

Even if the door of the hall is open and the cold air blows in, it will not make people feel cold.

"It turned out to be Master Xuanming, but I didn't expect you to come too."

The first soft futon on the left is sitting on the Zhenwu Mountain personally passed down, Xu Huaiying.

This person is wearing a blue robe, a Xiaoyao towel and red shoes, and holds a jade Ruyi Scepter in his right hand.

It belongs to the dress that is half Confucian and half Taoist.

With a slender figure like bamboo, with a sharp sword and slanted eyebrows, he is holding a handsome young man with a splendid appearance.

"On this grand occasion, how can I miss it? Although the monks are all empty, as a martial arts person, it is inevitable that there will be a certain victory or defeat."

Xuan Ming chose a futon on the right. Buddhism and Taoism are different, so naturally they will not sit in the same row.

"Especially when I see Daoist Brother Huaiying, how can I hold back the feeling of asking for advice?"

Xu Huaiying's face was like a crown of jade, and her demeanor was just like that of a turbid Shijia son, and said with a light smile:

"Master Xuanming, are you trying to find a place for your senior brother?"

Zhenwu Mountain and Hanging Temple are close to each other because they are located in the Martial Forest in the south, and they are both giants like the Northern Dipper of Taishan.

Therefore, there is a Dharma discussion every two years.

They each send their true disciples, who can be regarded as the best, to learn the essence of martial arts and martial arts.

Xuan Yang, one of the seven sons in the sky, won twice in a row.

In the third round, he lost to Xu Huaiying, who was unknown at the time.

Since then, his spirit has been slumped, and he has been completely helpless, and he has disappeared.

"The poor monk and Senior Brother Xuanyang are the seven sons of Xuankong, and they are both from the Discipline Academy.

Naturally, he wanted to help him and ask Brother Huaiying for an explanation. "

Xuanming's temperament is out of the dust, and he is also not a vulgar person, and his tone is calm:

"Furthermore, the purpose of discussing is to encourage discussion, not to hurt peace.

Brother Huaiying, however, used the phrase "Heaven and I are the same body" in the "Golden Chapter of the Beginning of the World" to break the mind of Brother Xuanming.

It's a bit overdone! "

Xu Huaiying lowered her eyelids and said indifferently:

"The matter of fighting the law is inherently dangerous, especially the battle of words, it is a battle of hearts.

Master Xuanyang didn't practice enough, and this was the result of a fiasco. How can I be blamed.

What's more, I belonged to Qingyang Jiuxuan God's lineage, and I studied the "Shenxiao Department" of "Golden Chapter of the Beginning".

Take the Tao as the body and the Dharma as the use. Whenever there is a fight, there is absolutely no room for it! "

Xuan Ming smiled instead of anger, his face shaking twice.

Its popularity is like a river bursting its banks, turbulent and unparalleled, and it seems to be a real fire.

"Brother Huaiying, Master Xuanming, how could it be like this before the meeting started.

Why don't you let them go, even if you really can't let go, give the little girl a face, how about it? "

Yang Ping'er, dressed in a plain and elegant dress with a few bright red flowers, looks like Aoxue Hanmei blooming on the steep cliffs.

The person stands on the top of the Great Hall, below the sympathetic bronze statue of Buddha, with a kind of elusive and independent temperament.

The gentle and soft words are like pearls falling on a plate, gently raised, moisturizing things silently, but they can infect the mind.

"Master Xuanming, if there is something that you can't swallow, you might as well wait until you are on the field, and then let it out.

Since you came to participate in the Civil and Military Council, you must abide by the rules and don't lose the style of the Hanging Temple. "

Xu Huaiying's eyes flickered, although there was no obsession, but there were a few ripples in the lake of calm heart.

"Then follow the words of the female benefactor Yang, stop for the time being and stop fighting."

Xuan Ming frowned and slowly relaxed.

This time, he passed the Daming Mansion and entered the Tianjing City.

For two things.

one.

Wen Wu Kui will compete with Xu Huaiying of Zhenwu Mountain.

Second.

It was Master Linji who found the hidden veins of Huangjue Temple.

If you can get some pointers.

It couldn't be better.

That was the pinnacle of the Great Master who competed with Inkong's first seat.

The Dharma path created by "Broken the Third Tathagata Body".

It is also recognized as the heaviest in Buddhism.

If it can be done.

It's Earthly Celestial.

True Buddha alive!

"That's good, brother Yu Shi, who is still short of Korean government, hasn't arrived yet.

As for Luo Saburo, the big brother of the Luo family, I am afraid he is ill and cannot come..."

Yang Ping'er knelt on the futon and cooked tea with her hands.

Every move is natural, and it is especially beautiful.

This Hanshan Temple, with its prosperous incense, can almost be regarded as the big boss of Tongbao Bank.

That is, Luo Yuzhen's father contributed the money alone and donated it alone.

Therefore, as long as Luo Yuzhen's name is borrowed, it will naturally open the door of convenience.

But there were so many talented people present, and Yang Ping'er didn't want to show too closeness to Luo Yuzhen, which would affect the holy reputation of the "simple girl".

Moreover, she has to firmly grasp the dominance, dealing with Xuankong Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, and the various noble families in the imperial court.

It is a good way to show his long-sleeved and good dancing skills, as well as the Face that all parties buy into it.

From behind the scenes of Shuiyun Nunnery, I gradually walked to the front of Tianjing City.

In a series of thoughts, there is no place for Luo Yuzhen to exist.

Therefore, after careful and careful consideration by Yang Ping'er.

In the end, he decided to hurt people with love and kick Luo Saburo out of this civil and military meeting.

With her familiarity and understanding of Luo and Zhen, even if she was let down once or twice.

Just a few soft words, kind words, can be coaxed back.

"It's not a big deal, it's sad, and it only takes a while to take care of it."

Yang Ping'er's thoughts floated, and a spring breeze-like smile appeared on her face.

Chong Xungui, who was sitting at the back, was almost dazed and dazed.

Especially the kind of faint and fragrant aroma, it is simply intoxicating.

Not vulgar fat powder, but fluttering flowers in full bloom.

It's more and more stunning!

"Ms. Yang San, as expected of a contemporary plain girl from Shuiyun Nunnery, she is indeed the beauty of the country, which makes me and other vulgar people feel ashamed."

Xu Huaiying smiled and her eyes were clear.

He knew the beauty of Shuiyun'an's "Plain Girl Heart Sutra", but he couldn't stop the growth of goodwill in his heart.

Just as the world always loves and appreciates beautiful things and hates ugly and filthy things.

Yang Ping'er's body lingered with fresh air, like a fairy spirit.

The more you appreciate it, the more you like it.

Even, people can't help but take it for themselves, or take care of it carefully.

"Brother Huaiying is joking..."

Yang Ping'er bowed her head and smiled, like a water Lotus flower swaying in the wind.

But before her voice came to the ground, a loud shout was like a dull thunder, and it shook the Daxiong Palace——

"Xu Huaiying, you really are a virtuous person! You are ignorant of my sister's infatuation, but you are flirting with other women here!"

The majestic figure looks like a majestic mountain, "squeezing" into the temple gate.

He was obviously just born tall, not a giant with a height of more than a dozen sheets.

But at this moment, there is a majestic aura that no Daxiong Palace can hold.