The First Cause of All Realms

The first of all worlds is due to the first volume of the tiger roaring in the forest, thousands of mountains moving, and the cattle are full of hoofs. Chapter 724 The supreme struggle "people die, the Tao disappears..."

The wind on the top of the Big Buddha Mountain seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Brahma Ruyi stood between the stone forests, with a delicate expression, regrets and expectations.

From the end of the Qin Dynasty to the present world, for more than 3,000 years, there have been many strong people, but there are only three people who can be called the supreme master and have a great influence on future generations.

Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, sloppy Taoist.

Countless descendants have guessed and used various arguments to assess the level of the three.

But then, it's all just guesswork.

Now, he can witness the collision of these two supreme masters.

only…

Looking at the old monk in the wind on the top of the mountain, Fan Ruyi felt a touch of pity in his heart.

It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to fight against this great Zen master, but it's also a pity that the two of them didn't have an equal chance to fight.

The Bodhidharma in front of him, even though he is not ignorant of his intelligence, could have settled down more than 2,000 years ago, even though there has been a great increase in the birth and death of this illusion.

Comparing with the Mr. Lu in the void, he...

"When the immortals and Buddhas are still in extinction, the heaven and the earth will not be able to escape the number of kalpas. There are also people in Lu who will die. This is nothing, and you don't need to be alarmist..."

In the void, there seemed to be a looming platform. He lowered his eyes from the cloud and murmured:

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to see that day."

Woo!

The Buddha's Chan singing was extremely high-pitched, and it was like a **** crying and a ghost howling. The invisible big hand was as straight as the legendary dragon's claws, and its might was unbelievable.

Across the sea of ​​clouds and the sky, the mountains, forests and the earth trembled.

"Amitabha!"

The faint golden light intertwined and overlapped like a wave. Bodhidharma folded his hands together, and his heart was united, facing the strongest and strongest palm of the ages.

There was no wave on his face, but there was an imperceptible ripple in his eyes looking towards the north:

"Old Na has already seen it..."

…

…

Boom!

At this moment, the world changed in Yang Yu's eyes.

Wilderness, bushes, mountain peaks, clouds, cold winds…

Everything that can be seen is moving at an extremely slow speed at this moment, and as he concentrates, everything seems to be stripped away at this moment.

With the inexplicable blessing on the Buddha statue, Yang Yu saw the deep mystery of the fairyland for the first time.

A layer of light and shadow are intertwined and entangled, covering the world in this world, like a reflection in water, real and illusory.

'Is this enlightenment? ’

This thought popped up in Yang Yu's mind.

At the same time, he actually captured all kinds of lost information scattered in the void world!

In a trance, he only felt that he had become a receiver in his previous life, able to easily capture the 'information' transmitted by different people in the same place in different frequencies, in different times.

That is, the information that existed!

Under the instillation of this information, his thinking, which was already reaching the limit, started to operate at a high speed.

Yang Yu even felt that there was fire burning inside his skull.

This is not an illusion!

This is the fire of thinking that ignites under the high-speed collision of thinking and external information!

In such a state, Yang Yu only felt that he was standing at an unprecedented height, overlooking himself.

"The Four Signs of Heaven's Will..."

"Spring is born and summer is long, autumn is harvested and winter is stored... There are four seasons in the sky, and people are born, old, sick and dead..."

"Four signs and all signs, all signs and four signs, combined with winter into boxing, can not be called four signs, combined with birth, old age, sickness and death, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four spirits change, only then are the four signs, boxing..."

"God's Will, God's Will..."

"God's will is like a knife!"

…

The Four Elephants and Arrows of Heaven's Will, My Mother Wants Erfu Qilu, My Mother's Fine Art of Splitting Mountains, King Kong's Indestructible Body, Undefeated Heavenly Gang...

Tyrant Boxing, Divine Boxing, Tiangang Boxing, Qinglong Nine Kills, Three Kills Swordsmanship…

All the martial arts that I have learned, browsed and practiced, seem to be turned into fuelwood, supplying the fire of thinking, so that it burns inexhaustibly.

[The Essence of Splitting Mountains: Ninth Grade]

[Divine Fist: Ninth Grade]

[Tiangang Fist: Rank 8]

[Three Killing Swordsmanship: The Eighth Grade]

[Hundred-step Flying Sword: Ninth Grade]

…

Under the violent collision of thinking, each martial arts has broken through one after another, and the essence of each other is colliding and complementing each other.

In the past two years or so, he has tried many times, and all the fist principles that he has only managed to squeeze together are all caught in the fire at this moment.

And in this raging fire, there is a real tendency to merge.

'Enlightenment...'

A great throbbing rose in Yang Yu's heart, and he did not retreat.

Crack!

Until a certain moment, the sound of a broken bronze mirror came from his ear.

That is the faceless Buddha statue held up by his palm is cracking, like an unfired pottery figurine, from the head to the feet, there are all spots.

It is also void!

In an instant, Yang Yu saw that the void in front of him was cracking, spreading in all directions, spreading endlessly.

The bushes and weeds nearby, the mountains and boulders in the distance, the castles and chariots and horses farther away...until the sky at a very high place!

Countless cracks, crisscrossed and criss-crossed, covering the entire fairyland...

"The fantasy is

Collapse? ! "

Yang Yu was shocked.

The root of this Fangxian magic realm lies in Bodhidharma and the three demons he subdues, the spiritual will and the fruit of the great master of Buddhism.

Normally speaking, the disappearance of the illusion is like a fog gradually thinning, this fragmentation...

"problem occurs?!"

The thought passed by in a flash, and along with the cracking of the Buddha statue, Yang Yu fell from the state of omniscient 'Enlightenment'.

In an instant, an indescribable emptiness filled all his mind and perception.

Made him almost cough up blood.

But for a few moments, he had already stabilized his mind, and forced himself to endure the throbbing that seemed empty because of the huge gap.

Taking advantage of the alien energy that had not completely dissipated, he looked at the source of the fragmentation of the illusion,

Big Buddha Mountain.

He saw a big hand.

A gigantic palm that seemed to exist but was not, as if intertwined with the wind and clouds, protruded from the cracked cobweb-like dome of the sky.

Cast a shadow on the earth that can encompass the mountains!

"This is…"

It was clearly felt by Yu Mingming, but Yang Yu felt that his pupils were shrinking violently.

In a trance, under the cracked sky, and among the surging sea of ​​clouds, he seemed to see a platform with a hazy figure sitting cross-legged.

The hazy mist shrouded in the mist, and his facial features were invisible, only vaguely saw him with a slender physique, long hair in blue clothes, and a pair of dark golden eyes, showing the appearance of heavy pupils.

Between the clouds and mist, his figure seemed to exist or not, but his aura was really vast and hazy, like the earth and the sky.

It is like a giant Buddha lying in the clouds. If a **** is in the nine heavens, he lifts his arm lightly and presses with his five fingers, just like a dragon exploring his claws. The sunset is in the middle of the sky.

It seems that under his pressure, the mountains and the earth will all sink, and the earth will be turned upside down!

"The Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm!"

Before a single thought flashed across, the mountain and forest where Yang Prison stood was completely shattered, and there was no time left for him to react, and the whole person was repelled by an invisible energy.

The moment the qi machine was added to his body, Yang Yu's heart was shocked. This qi machine, which he was very familiar with, came from that great Buddhist master.

"he…"

The moment he fell out of the illusion, he looked far into the distance, and with the help of the last ray of qi that overflowed from the Buddha statue, he saw the Great Buddha Mountain again.

Under the huge palm covering the Qionglu, the old monk in gray as small as dust was seen.

He seemed to be aware of it, folded his hands, smiled and nodded, as if saying goodbye.

"Amitabha!"

…

…

boom!

Seems to have broken through some invisible barrier, rebooting grunted, and withdrew the empty hand.

Beneath the cracks, there is a large swirling mist, and the vegetation, mountains, forests, and even the sea of ​​clouds and sky in this fairyland are all disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

He tried so hard to stay, wanted to grab something, but was still ruthlessly rejected.

It's just one step, it's already two worlds.

"Ancestor..."

Even if I knew that this day would come, rebooting still couldn't stop the sourness in my heart, and my eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.

But before he could feel sad, he turned his body abruptly, avoiding the palm of his shoulder.

"Stepping on the snow without a trace?!"

A startled voice came from behind.

When rebooting turned around, he saw that in front of and behind the mountains and forests, a group of monks and warriors from all corners of the world, headed by the Great Chan Master Xujing of Dachan Temple, were all listed.

And looking at its appearance, it seems to be much earlier than when you came back?

"Reboot!"

With one hand in vain, the old monk glared angrily and said sharply:

"Rebooting! How dare you steal... Learn my Dachan Temple stunt?!"

The old monk was furious.

Stepping on the snow without a trace is one of the top twelve stunts of the thirty-six stunts of Dachan Temple. Thousands of years ago, after the sudden change of Dachan Temple, the temple also lost this stunt.

Seeing rebooting at this moment, how can I be calm?

It's just that he knew where he learned it from, and when he was angry, he still swallowed the word 'steal'.

"Treading the snow without a trace! He actually learned to tread the snow without a trace!"

The group of monks who came around was not only the monks from Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple, but most of them were discolored.

Thousands of years ago, Dachan Temple branched off, Wuliangzong and Lanke Temple were actually branches of the ancestors of Zen Buddhism, while Fulong Temple was only a side branch.

He didn't even have the qualifications to classify the various magical skills handed down by Master Damo.

"It's passed down from the ancestors, who are you? You dare to question it?"

When the words fell, more than a dozen people from Fulong Temple, led by the old monk Jishou, all appeared, guarding the left and right sides of the monk, and all looked coldly at the old monk who scolded him.

"you!"

The old monk was furious and was about to attack when he was stopped by Xu Jing.

"Junior Brother Xuyi, don't make mistakes!"

With a light reprimand, Xu Jing calmed down and said:

"Master misunderstood, the ancestors passed on the practice, how dare I have the slightest doubt? It's just that this snow has no trace, and it has been lost in my temple for a long time. Suddenly seeing it, I can't help but feel a little excited."

"Then, is the poor monk misunderstood?"

Jie Sha laughed, but didn't want to say more. He shook his monk's robe and made a move to leave.

huh~

There was wind howling in the forest.

"Amitabha!"

Xu Jing clasped his hands together, and the monks and monks in the temples behind him also stood still. Although they didn't say a word, they didn't make way.

"Huh~"

Quit killing sneer:

"Why, do you want to keep all my monks in Fulong Temple here?"

"It's about the inheritance of the sect, the rise and fall of Zen Buddhism, and the old man has no other way. Please forgive me..."

Sighing slightly, Xu Jing looked at the monks in Fulong Temple, or in other words, rebooting:

"Since the chaos in the temple a thousand years ago, my Zen sect has been in decline. Not to mention repeating the grand occasion of the year, the gap between it and the 'Li sect' has become more and more huge..."

He sighed.

The whole group of monks behind him also looked sad, including the monks of the Wuliangzong and Lanke Monastery.

How prosperous was Zen Buddhism two thousand years ago?

Patriarch Bodhidharma came from the east across the ocean to eradicate evil spirits in the world and spread the essence of justice. At that time, not only ordinary believers, even emperors and generals, there were also many devout believers.

Among the ten lands in the Central Plains, there are few comparable ones.

However, thousands of years ago, there was great chaos in the temple. Unknown people broke the mountain gate and wanted to kill and snatch. In the end, not only did the three sects separate, but also lost many magical secrets.

So much so that it was difficult for him to recover his vitality for the next thousand years, and even for nearly two hundred years, he was overwhelmed by the 'Li Zong' headed by Brahma Ruyi.

"Li Zong..."

Jiuzha frowned slightly, just as he was about to speak, the rebooting behind him had already recovered from his depression.

"Master, Masters."

After more than ten years of wind and frost, the little monk with a face like a crown jade has quite a bit of vicissitudes on his face. He bowed slightly and walked out of the master's protection.

"I was valued by the ancestors and taught Zen stunts, but the juniors are stupid and overwhelmed. These stunts will not hide their secrets..."

Having said this, the expressions of all the monks have changed, Jishao frowned slightly, and the opposite is more joyful.

"I'm ashamed..."

Seeing that the little monk turned around and took out the pen and ink to write from the burden, the old monk Xu Yi, who had been angrily scolded before, couldn't help but be moved.

Although the monks in Fulong Temple frowned, they could not stop them.

At this moment, around the mountains and forests, there are twenty times more monks in Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple, and many of them are masters.

Once you start, there is almost no chance of winning...

"Amitabha!"

Looking at the little monk who was writing and writing quickly, Xu Jing bowed slightly to thank him, but couldn't help but look into the depths of the forest.

At this moment, most of the martial arts practitioners who have entered this Fangxian Magical Realm have already come out, but there are still two missing...

And those two...

Thinking about it, he still said:

"This place is noisy and it's not a place to write. Why don't you go out of the mountains and find a scene, and then slowly transcribe it?"

"No need..."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, in a short period of time, rebooting actually put down the pen and stood up.

"This is?"

The old monk Xu Yi couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes were like electricity, he swept across the paper, and he saw that there was no text, and he was drawing a bunch of little people crookedly.

He was stunned for a moment, then became furious:

"You dare to make fun of me?!"

"Junior Brother Xuyi!"

Xu Jing uttered a dragon roar, shaking the mountains and forests, suppressing all the noises.

Looking at rebooting, his expression softened slightly:

"Little Master, the ancestors passed on to you. This has nothing to do with us. It's just that it is about the safety of my Zen sect. I have to ask for it..."

"The ancestors have inherited many magical skills, and the old man is not greedy. I just want to ask, little master, have you ever learned the 'Dharma Sutra' in this world?"

"Um?!"

Hearing this name, not to mention the monks in Dachan Temple, the martial arts people in the mountains and forests, even the great masters such as Jie Sha, could not help but change their expressions.

The Bodhidharma Sutra is the fundamental method of Zen Buddhism.

In the thousands of years of Zen Buddhism, I don't know how many amazing and brilliant masters are unable to go further because of the lack of Dharma.

So much so that, in the 400 years when this day was about to change and the spiritual energy was ten times as rich as in the past, only the martial sage 'Guangjue' emerged from the Zen lineage.

"The Dharma Sutra of the present life..."

Sighing slightly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com quit killing and can't say anything more.

Phew!

Without any tacit understanding, inside and outside the mountains and forests, everyone's eyes have already fallen on rebooting.

Thousands of people point to it, and it ends without a hitch.

The eyes of the blood-changing warriors are enough to deter tigers and leopards, and terrify people's guts. At this moment, thousands of people are looking at him coldly. Rao has already practiced rebooting for a while, and he feels that his eyes are dark.

"Masters..."

Rebooting was struggling, gasping for breath, he pushed aside all the brothers who wanted to protect him, facing the gazes of the monks, looked back:

"You have seen with your own eyes the shattering of the fairyland, and the collapse of the place where the ancestors lived, but why?

I don't have the slightest concern..."

After a sigh, the mountains and forests suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that needles were falling.

At this moment, rebooting's face flashed a great loss. In the past month or so, he explained to the Patriarch more than once, and returned to protect the monks.

But at this moment...

"Little Master..."

Xu Jing bowed his head with a wry smile. Although he had read all the Buddhist scriptures, he was speechless at this moment.

And before his voice was revealed, it was already frozen by the sharply falling cold current.

"because…"

From the mist rising from the mountains and forests, came the answer:

"Those who put on monk robes are not necessarily monks, but some..."

"Maggots with a black heart!"

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