Chapter 87 “Natural Disaster”
On the north side of "Liushaji", there is a small hill facing the vast sea. The sun and wind blow, and the rocks are gradually exposed and covered with gravel. In some places, they are even dark brown, smooth and hard, which makes people feel weird. Feeling of fear.
On the other side of the hill, underground rivers flowed, trees grew everywhere, and there was a breath of spring. There was an oasis at the foot of the hill, where the nearby herdsmen graze their animals. It was evening, and they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly along the mountain road with their master, heading towards the not too high peak. As they walked, he restrained his other thoughts and asked with concern: "Master, since you asked us "Beware of the crying old man and his disciples. Can you tell us their characteristics in detail? At least this way we won't be blind to them and reveal their identities."
Xuanbei nodded lightly: "Master is about to tell you that the crying old man is a dark-skinned old man with deep wrinkles. He likes to wear a black turban and a white burqa. His biggest feature is his eyes, which have double pupils and a strange shape. , whether he is laughing or angry, he looks like he is crying. He is greedy for power, moody, and cruel. It is best for you to stay away from him. "
Zhen Hui looked like she was listening to Jianghu allusions with great interest. Meng Qi was also very focused. He didn't want to run into the hands of Master's biggest enemy. With his current strength, the opponent would not move or move. If he takes action, the realm pressure alone can kill him.
"The Crying Old Man has three proud disciples, all of whom are masters who have stepped into the field. Among them, the most powerful 'Tianhuang Master' has died at the hands of his master." When Xuan Bei mentioned "Tianhuang Master", he still said There was a momentary wave of emotion.
Meng Qi said in surprise: "Master, the crying old man only has three disciples on location?"
Is it too little? His power is nothing more than this!
"Young Master?" , In addition, he also has friendships with some vicious people and evil spirits, and they often join forces. "
Because there are many eminent monks in Shaolin who practice dry Zen and face the wall, the specific number of exterior scenes has never been clear to outsiders. Xuanbei couldn't explain it clearly to Meng Qi, who had not yet enlightened himself, so he just summed it up with dozens of people.
Meng Qi laughed dryly, feeling embarrassed again because of his shallow knowledge: "Master, do you mean that the crying old man only has three disciples, and they are all on location?"
He forced his thoughts back.
Xuan Bei did not reveal it: "The crying old man protects his shortcomings but is cruel. All the disciples who dissatisfied him died in his hands. Those who can survive are the best among them, and their number is naturally rare."
"So that's it." Meng Qi felt a little lucky when he heard that. Fortunately, he was traveling through time in Shaolin. If one of the disciples of the Crying Old Man was possessed at that time, he would have been tortured long ago and his soul would be gone.
"Master, it's terrible to cry for an old man..." The stupid Zhenhui was startled. He had always thought that it was only natural for a master to be good to his disciples, and for a senior brother to be good to his junior brother. On the other hand, it was also natural for a disciple to be good to his master and his junior brother to be good to his senior brother. Same.
Huh, you used to be righteous and confident, but now your outlook on things has been refreshed, right? Meng Qi cursed secretly.
Xuanbei comforted him and said: "The crying old man is evil and stubborn, and is naturally different from my righteous sect."
Then he continued: "The two remaining disciples of the crying old man, one is Yanshi Che, the prince of 'Halle', and the other is Zeroju, the horse bandit who crosses the vast sea. They are both first-class masters..."
He introduced the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yanshiche and Zeluoju in detail so that his disciples could distinguish them. For example, Yanshiche had golden eyes, red eyes with open eyebrows, and a faint aura of gods. He still looked like a young man in his forties, and his appearance He is as handsome as a god, for example, Zeluoju is good at wielding a saber and has a full beard. His left eye was gouged out because he did something that the old man was dissatisfied with, so he was nicknamed "The Evil Sword of the Hanhai".
The so-called first-class master is a title standard given by the Jin Dynasty royal family when they compiled the list of people in the world. Because it incorporates many conventional things, many people use it.
After the exterior scene, you need to cross three heavenly ladders, so there will be a qualitative change in every third heaven. Once you break through, your strength will be much stronger than before. It is the realm that is overwhelming. Among them, the seven, eight, eight, and nine heavens in the exterior scene are collectively called "grandmasters", and Duan "Grandmasters" like Xiang Fei and Cui Xu are completely different. The strong ones in the fourth, fifth and sixth heavens are called "top masters", while those in the first, second and third heavens are "first-rate masters".
And above the peak of the exterior scene, there is another level, which is the half-step dharma body, which is also a qualitative change, and is called the "grand master", while the half-step exterior scene is considered a "second-rate master".
Nine orifices opening at the same time is "three-rate", six, seven or eight orifices are "four-rate", two or four orifices are "ordinary".
Below the level of enlightenment, depending on the amount of Qi stored and the level of martial arts, it is called "nine-rate or un-rate". When Meng Qi exchanged for the Iron Cloth Shirt, Jiang Zhiwei would joke that he was a less-rate master.
While listening, Meng Qi carefully noted down the characteristics of Yanshi Che and Zero Ju so that he could avoid them in advance.
After talking about Yanshi Che and Zeluoju, Xuanbei did not stop: "The crying old man's disciples were also killed by him, leaving only a dozen or so. Among them, the strongest ones were two fierce men with all nine orifices open, and one The leader of the seventy-two bandits in Helian Mountain is ‘Lidi Yama’ You Huaduo, and the other is the lone bandit ‘White-headed Vulture’ An Guoxie…”
He gave a general introduction to the seventeen or eight remaining disciples of the crying old man, focusing on their appearance. For example, "Lidi Yama" has a simple and honest appearance and looks like an old farmer. He has a black mole the size of a thumb on the corner of his eyebrows. "White-headed Vulture" An Guoxie The young man has gray hair and is now only in his thirties. He behaves cruelly and especially likes to torture others...
Xuanbei's timing was very precise. After finishing speaking, he just reached the top of the peak. There were many straight dead trees here.
He sighed sadly, stopped in front of a tree that was twisted like a dragon, and whispered: "My two young sons are buried here. If they had not died, they should be as old as you."
The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing. Meng Qi and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany their master in sadness.
I don't know how much time passed, but Xuan Bei suddenly spoke and laughed at himself: "Master, I'm in a daze today, but I forgot to buy some incense and candles, and I also forgot to bring the handwritten "Prajna Sutra" and burn it here. Hui, you go back to the inn to get the Prajna Sutra and buy some incense and candles.”
"Yes, Master." Although Meng Qi felt that Master was not someone who paid too much attention to these formalities, after all, his two young sons were buried here, so it was okay to be special, so he suppressed his doubts and agreed immediately.
After going down the mountain and returning to Liushaji, Meng Qi's mind suddenly became active. Isn't this a great opportunity to escape?
The master is far away in the mountains, and because he is distracted by sweeping the tomb, as long as he gets rid of his junior brother, he can fly high in the sky!
"Junior brother, let's work separately. You go back to the inn to get the Prajna Sutra, and I'll buy incense and candles." Meng Qi thought of it.
Although he felt that taking this opportunity to escape was a bit sorry for his master, but the opportunity was rare and he could not let it go!
Zhenhui did not doubt that he was there, agreed with a smile, and ran into the inn. Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and walked quickly to the other side of the Jiwai.
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On the top of the mountain, the wind is cold.
Xuanbei looked at the dead tree in front of him, and he didn't know when a string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand.
This is a string of dark gold beads, mixed with three pure black beads.
"I didn't expect you to come here specifically to stop me." He said calmly.
"I have always wanted revenge. I knew you were going to the Vajra Temple just after recovering from your injury, so I'm waiting for you here. You will definitely come." Behind the tree, a dark and thin old man stood with a hunched back, as if he had been standing here.
He has a black scarf on his head and a white robe on his body. There are two pupils in each eye, and the corners of his eyes hang down, as if he is crying.
Xuanbei said without anger or joy: "Old man crying, you guessed it right."
"Do you think your two disciples can survive if they are separated? Although I am too lazy to care about them, there are several disciples waiting below." The crying old man coughed twice, as if he was a frail old man.
His apprentice wanted to help him manage the affairs of "Halle" and Hanhai, and he couldn't get away, so he only brought a few disciples with him.
Xuan Bei still had a dead look on his face: "If we don't get rid of them, their bodies will be gone in the aftermath of our battle, but down there, they still have a glimmer of hope."
His realm is inferior to that of the crying old man. He is not afraid of fighting on his own, but he is unable to protect his disciples from the aftermath.
"You mean Jiuniang? Humph, I'm sorry she doesn't dare!" The crying old man didn't care, raised his right hand, and black ghosts suddenly appeared around him, crying piercingly, making people's scalp numb, mind shaking, and slightly weaker. A little bit, and your soul will be taken away immediately.
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Meng Qi was about to walk towards the outside of the gathering, when he suddenly noticed that countless winds and sands were rolling up in the vast sea on the other side. There were flying sand and rocks in a radius of hundreds of miles, and they were rushing towards the top of the hill.
The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle and sheep herders stood dehydrated one by one, like mummies.
Meng Qi, who was far away in concentration, also saw that the earth was dry and cracked inch by inch, like a natural disaster!