The First Cause of All Realms

Huhu~

Above the sky, the wind howled.

Standing on the back of the crane, the Dharma King Red Sun overlooked the undulating mountains and rivers under the sea of ​​clouds, and at a certain moment, he suddenly smiled:

"found it."

Boo!

The red-crowned white crane made a long cry, and then its wings split the wind and clouds, and swooped down at a high speed. The height of thousands of feet passed in an instant, and it didn't take long before it landed on a barren mountain.

beep~

In the ancient temple of the barren mountain, the sound of wooden fish rhythmically swayed.

Hearing the sound of the crane croaking, Su Ming, who was wearing a single robe and sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, slowly raised his head, and saw a tall and handsome young monk coming out of the temple gate.

The center of his eyebrows was lit with cinnabar, and the two long eyebrows flew diagonally to his ears.

"Who would have thought that the Buddha, who was personally entrusted to the mountain gate by the old thief Guangjue, would be transformed into a 'Buddha and Demon' hated and feared by believers all over the world overnight?"

The Dharma King of the Red Sun stopped and looked at the little monk who has become famous among Buddhism in recent years.

At this moment, several months have passed since the sudden change of Lanke Temple.

But thinking about what he saw that day, he still couldn't help but sigh, how has such a shocking thing ever happened in Lanke Temple since the millennium.

"Whether it is a Buddha or a Buddha, I am just me, and I have never changed."

Su Ming is very calm.

It seemed that the person in front of him was not the Great Dharma King of the Red Sun, who was regarded as a living Buddha in the Dali Dynasty, but a very ordinary monk.

"interesting."

Hearing this, His Holiness the Red Sun smiled and was quite interested:

"A few years ago, I heard that there was a Buddha in Lanke Temple, but the old man didn't care much. Now it seems that it has some meaning..."

Su Ming didn't say a word, just knocked on the wooden fish quietly and recited the scriptures.

At this moment, it was not long after the great sun came out, and strands of scattered golden light fell on him from the gap, and along with the sound of chanting, an inexplicable aura emerged.

"Zen state?"

The expressions of several old monks who followed behind Dharma King Red Sun were shocked, and then their expressions became serene, but they were affected by their state of mind.

"Lao Na never believes in the reincarnation of an Arhat or a Bodhisattva, but you do have a bit of Zen, and it is worth Lao Na's journey..."

Dharma King Red Sun smiled slightly and invited:

"My Dali is a Buddhist country that lives in the world. If you ask for the true meaning of Buddhism, sooner or later, you will have to go this way. Why don't you go with the old man?"

His voice was neither high nor low, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Su Ming had to stop tapping the wooden fish. He slowly raised his head and glanced at the handsome monk again:

"You, have no mercy."

The Dharma King of the Red Sun asked again:

"You, are you going?"

"Lanke Temple treats me like a demon. The monks all over the world hate me, hate me, and hate me. If you invite me to Dali, aren't you afraid?"

Su Ming asked seriously.

"afraid?"

The Dharma King of the Red Sun laughed loudly when he heard the words:

"Lao Na is not even afraid of Henry Zhang now. Even if you are a real Arhat and a Bodhisattva reincarnated, how can you scare me?!"

"If you're really not afraid, why bother to mention it by name?"

Su Ming is serious.

Dharma King Red Sun stopped laughing, his eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to shoot, Su Ming had already put away the wooden fish, said goodbye to the Buddha statue, and walked out of the ancient temple:

"I heard that in the Eternal Tianlun Temple, there are the remains of the dojo where the Bodhisattva practiced..."

The Dharma King Red Sun smiled slightly, and was about to speak, his heart was slightly warm, and a ray of golden light overflowed from the relic in his arms, and a voice came from inside:

"Master..."

"Um?"

The Red Sun Dharma King frowned, and disappeared into the ancient temple without seeing any movement.

Reappeared, already standing on the top of the barren mountain.

In the flooded relic, a voice came out:

"Master, Henry Zhang left the customs a few months ago. Ten years ago, he appeared in Longyuan City and stopped Emperor Daming's imperial drive..."

"Exit..."

Dharma King Red Sun narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately asked:

"He went to Longyuan? That Junior Brother Dark Moon..."

"Dark, Master Dark Moon was blocked outside the Sirius Pass and was forced to retreat to Montenegro..."

The answer came from Shirley.

"Xuanba Zhang shot, he is still alive?"

The Dharma King of the Red Sun was shocked:

"Is that old guy so seriously injured?"

"…"

The voice in the relic was silent for a moment, and carefully explained:

"Outside the Heavenly Wolf Pass, the Yang Prison, who was separated from the northwest, suddenly appeared and shot the Sirius Zuohan King Nayudu with one arrow. After that, he was forced to retreat, Master Dark Moon..."

"Who?! Yang Prison?!"

…

…

boom!

boom!

Between the white mountains and the black water, the sound of air explosions resounded through the mountains and forests.

A group of monks and soldiers stood in the distance, and when they heard the movement, they lowered their brows to pleasing their eyes, and they didn't even dare to look up.

boom!

After a long time, with a tooth-stinging sound of bone roaring, the Dark Moon Dharma King finally repelled the alien power in his body.

"puff!"

A mouthful of dirty blood was spit out, and the old monk's complexion returned to blood, but it was still extremely ugly, with shame and rage flashing in his eyes.

"Yang Prison!"

The indescribable killing intent filled his chest, making his eyes slightly redden.

Who is he?

The Dali Dynasty is different from other countries in the world. It is the "Buddha country" of Zhengjiaoheyi, and the Eternal Tianlun Temple is the real ruler of the country.

As one of the four great masters of Dali, he is in charge of guarding the temple, monks and soldiers, and his words are enough to make hundreds of millions of believers kneel down and ask their wives to offer their children.

In the past 100 years, apart from having suffered a big loss under Henry Zhang, how has he ever been so humiliated?

At this moment, chanting that name, his chest couldn't stop rising and falling, and he could hardly help but want to lead the monk soldiers back and slaughter his entire family to vent his anger.

"Master!"

He glanced over, and the monks and soldiers dormant in the forest fell to their knees.

"Where is Senior Brother Hongri at the moment?"

Darkmoon Dharma King closed his eyes.

"Return to Master, a few months ago, Master Hongri returned after the battle with the Great Chan Master Guangjue of Lanke Temple, and maybe he will be able to arrive outside the pass in a few days..."

A monk and soldier bowed in response, panicked and apprehensive:

"I also ask the master to temporarily put out the anger of the thunder, and wait until the master of the red sun returns, and then break the heavenly wolf and capture this scorpion..."

"No day, no day..."

Dharma King Darkmoon's chest heaved up and down, his anger surged, and the remaining anger did not disappear.

But the sudden news quenched the anger in his heart like cold water.

The light of the relic flowed out from his chest, and in the meantime, there was a panicked voice:

“Go, Master, outside the Sirius Pass, I found the trace of Henry Zhang…”

huh~

As soon as the words fell, the world seemed to be quiet.

Thousands of monks and soldiers hidden in the mountains and forests, including the Dark Moon Dharma King, all breathed a stagnation when they heard the words.

Henry Zhang!

This name seems to be as heavy as a mountain, and it directly suppresses all the noises in the mountains and forests.

During this trip to the Heavenly Wolf Pass, the people who could be chosen by the Dark Moon Dharma King to follow are all the truly powerful among the thousands of monks and soldiers, and many of them have experienced the battle decades ago.

At this moment, upon hearing this name, all the elite monks and soldiers from Tianlun Temple looked horrified and saw sweat on their foreheads, and the unbearable ones almost fell to the ground.

"Go, Master..."

The voice in the relic light, with anxiety and unease, seemed to be greatly frightened:

"The little monk saw with his own eyes that he appeared in front of Fang Zhenghao's tombstone at night, and he seemed to have found it..."

"Don't go back!"

The Dark Moon Dharma King suddenly came back to his senses and scolded him sharply, and on the other side, the voice suddenly disappeared, and a moment later, there was a voice that made everyone present tremble:

"It's you bald donkeys again..."

…

…

Heavenly Wolf's invasion of the south was a major event that shook the world, and there were many secret sons of the other great forces inside and outside the mountain pass.

On the day the war ended, the eagles had already brought the news to all directions.

Outside the mountain pass, Tianlang was defeated, the three heroes of Longyuan, Fang Zhenghao, died in battle, and several great masters including Nayudu, the king of Zuohan, died in the process.

The Northwest King Yang Prison settled the storm with three arrows, defeated the Heavenly Wolf Army, and attacked the Dali Eternal Heavenly Wheel Temple Dark Moon Dharma King as a great master...

One by one, if any one spreads out, it is enough to cause the world to shake.

Not to mention, it happened in the southern invasion of Sirius, the frontier of the two dynasties.

But even such a big event that Bafang pays attention to, against the background of another news, it seems bleak.

Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of the West Palace, is out!

This news, like a gust of wind, spread across the rivers, lakes, and temples at a speed faster than anyone imagined, causing the whole world to boil, and countless people in an uproar.

More than the Dharma King of the Red Sun and the Dharma King of the Dark Moon?

As the news spread, countless people from the rivers and lakes moved after hearing the inquiries, and they all gathered towards the white mountains and black waters outside the Great Wall, wanting to witness this big event that will surely shake the world.

Almost at the same time when Dharma King Darkmoon got the news, the two states of Qing and Yun, Longyuan Daocheng, Northwest Dao, Ding'an Dao, Linlong Dao, the two great dynasties outside the Great Wall, and even many big figures in overseas countries, have already learned about it. this news.

Some people are beyond the reach of the whip, looking at the ocean and sighing, and those who are closer, almost invariably leave the customs, either by flying eagles or by cranes.

In the world, the wind is surging for a while.

"Yang Prison..."

Between the White Mountains and the Black Waters, in the Seven Kills Shrine, the old demon of Montenegro was lying on the throne, tapping his knuckles on the armrests and muttering.

Before the fifth Baimei died, the scene he saw at the last moment flowed through his eyes.

"With the help of thunder and electric light, blessing to promote one's own body? Taoism or supernatural power? It's a bit interesting..."

The old demon muttered to himself, and had some expectations:

"Beidou..."

Inside the gloomy hall, UU was reading www. In the shadow of uukanshu.com, following his self-talk, a series of indifferent, cold, or fierce eyes suddenly lit up.

"he came!"

The old demon slowly raised his head.

In the light of his eyes, the qi flow is flowing, the light and shadow are outlined, and following an inexplicable qi movement, he seems to see the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky is above, and the boundless snow field is below.

An old man with the appearance of an old farmer, with a small stature and an unremarkable appearance, led an old horse and walked slowly, and not far behind him, a swordsman in Xuanfu walked slowly.

It seems to feel.

Above the snowfield, the old man slowly raised his head, and the faint light in his eyes seemed to reflect the white mountain and the black water, the shrine like ink.

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