Chapter 514 A sea of blood washes the ground
In the open space of the Taoist temple, a group of clones were arranged horizontally and vertically, doing warm-up exercises on the spot.
The times are calling.
In view of the fact that these clones are getting better and better one by one, they do not forget to hug each other and whisper during the warm-up. The incarnation of good thoughts stands at the end with a sword to defeat evil and supervises. As long as he finds anyone with a playful smile, he will stab him directly with the sword in the back.
Yan Chixia: "..."
Calmly analyze and think for a while, but I didn't understand it, so I hurriedly suppressed my shock.
He glanced at Liao Wenjie who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, thinking that if he continued to doze off, they would all be killing each other.
Just as he was thinking about it, Liao Wenjie slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath, stood up and looked at the sky.
"Why, I see you frowning, is there something wrong?" Yan Chixia took two steps forward.
"Well, I almost forgot one important thing. If you don't do this, there is a 90% chance that you won't be able to change your life."
"What's up?"
"There are only two Taoists here, you and me, and a monk."
Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "Master Yan, wait a moment. I happen to know a monk with great wisdom and perseverance. I will go and bring him here."
"???"
Watching Liao Wenjie disappear, a series of question marks floated across Yan Chixia's forehead. What do you mean, to save the people and save the common people, why do you have to add a monk? Do you look down on Taoist priests?
…
Luoyan Gorge, the ruins of Wushiteng City.
In the past, Liao Wenjie and Yan Chixia formed a team to clear the dungeon and fought against the Black Mountain Old Demon here. The latter moved the City of Wasted Death from the underworld to the human world, but was crushed by Liao Wenjie's money offensive.
The ruins were filled with the air of death, and the sinister winds gusted, attracting the passing monk Baiyun. He lived in a hut and chanted sutras day and night just to relieve the resentment in this place.
Liao Wenjie later visited and felt Baiyun's ambition, so he taught him the ninth form of Tathagata Palm.
He only knew the ninth form, and he practiced it crookedly.
However, luck is the most unreasonable thing. What’s yours is yours, and it’s okay if it doesn’t work.
As long as you have someone above you.
Baiyun suffered a lot, but was lucky enough to see the golden world. The Buddha dropped from the sky and dropped his palm. In an instant, he understood the movements of the Tathagata's divine palm without any teacher.
This was the third time that Liao Wenjie came to Luoyan Gorge. He appeared at the edge of the thatched cottage, walked quietly behind Bai Yun, raised his hand and slapped him.
Bai Yun, who was meditating, felt something in his heart. He turned around and faced Liao Wenjie with a palm. Seeing Liao Wenjie's face clearly, he hurriedly retracted his palm and accepted the palm willingly. His body flew upside down and smashed into the ruins of Wushou City, causing a large amount of dust to fly.
"Master Baiyun, long time no see. There are dangers in the world, but my compassion has not changed at all!"
"I don't dare to call you 'big' in front of seniors. You'd better call me little monk, which sounds more pleasant to your ears."
Bai Yun stood up and patted the dust on his body, walked quickly to Liao Wenjie, bowed to the end, and thanked him for teaching him magical powers.
He said respectfully: "Senior gave me guidance and taught the supreme Dharma to the young monk. The young monk has benefited from it endlessly and still dare not be ungrateful. I also asked my senior to tell me his surname."
More than two years ago, Baiyun was a thin little novice monk. Now he is still skinny. He has neither white and tender skin nor red lips and white teeth. He looks very inconspicuous.
Only those eyes, the flashy eyes faded away to show sincerity, dark and bright, embodying great wisdom, and opened up the magical power of Buddhism's "clairvoyance".
"My surname is Liao, I am a Taoist priest, and I am Xianyun Yehe."
Liao Wenjie passed it on casually and said: "As for the grace of preaching that time, you don't need to take it to heart. You and I both know that I am not the one who really imparted the essence."
"Senior, why should you be humble? If a young monk doesn't have guidance from his seniors..."
"That's enough. Talking too much is too much, so that's almost enough."
Liao Wenjie interrupted and looked at the ruins of the City of Wasted Death: "Master's Dharma is superb. He purified this dead place in less than two years. He is really meritorious."
"The young monk doesn't have such ability..."
Bai Yun's face turned slightly red: "I feel ashamed to say that the resentment of the ghosts in the City of Waste is difficult to resolve. The young monk also used the Tathagata Palm to reprimand them to make them obedient."
Having said this, Bai Yun once again felt lucky to have met Liao Wenjie back then. Otherwise, with his meager skills, when the resentment of Waste City was completely resolved, he would not be Bai Yun, but White Beard.
"Well……"
Seeing Bai Yun blushing and ashamed, Liao Wenjie looked around, covered his mouth with one hand and whispered: "Tell you secretly, those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were like this when they subjugated demons. They slapped the big ear scraper hard, and asked whether they were convinced or not while they slapped back. If you don’t obey, you’ll be beaten to death.”
"..."
Bai Yun clasped his hands together, lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name silently, thinking that Liao Wenjie was teasing him.
"You monk, you really don't believe it..."
Liao Wenjie curled his lips and went straight to the topic: "Master Baiyun, I came to you this time because I have a feeling in my heart. A natural disaster has come, and the world is not far away. I can't bear it, so I came to the master to help me." Break this calamity."
"Senior, I think highly of the young monk too much. The young monk does not have that kind of ability, but the monk is compassionate and willing to contribute to this matter. Even if he dies, he will not complain." Bai Yun said without hesitation.
"It's not that exaggerated. It's my business to die. You just have to share the merit." Liao Wenjie waved his hand.
"The little monk is not going."
Bai Yun shook his head and said: "Senior sacrificed his life to die, what qualifications does the young monk have to share the merits? It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate."
Just because you don’t want it doesn’t mean that your leader doesn’t want it. Little monk, you are still too young!
Liao Wenjie smiled without breaking it, then put on a serious face: "In that case, I will stop being pretentious and ask Master to be prepared to die at any time."
"Good!"
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Qinling Mountains.
The land in the middle of the Chinese territory runs east-west, isolating the north and the south. First, there were eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, and later there were great dynasties such as Qin, Han, and Tang.
Geographically, the Qinling Mountains are located in the center of China. It is precisely because this huge mountain range stretches east and west that it forms the pattern of north and south.
In addition, the Qinling Mountains are also the watershed of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. The water from the north of the Qinling Mountains flows into the Yellow River, and the water from the south flows into the Yangtze River.
Spanning the east and west, sitting on the north and south, there are rivers that swallow up the world, and the power of the king is unrivaled.
Without the obstruction of the Qinling Mountains, China's climate would change drastically, and its ancient and modern history and humanities would also undergo subversive changes.
The importance is self-evident.
In terms of Feng Shui, the Qinling Mountains are the most important dragon veins in China. They originate from Kunlun and are long, continuous and of great significance.
The value, meaning and symbolism here cannot be explained clearly in a few words, so five million words are omitted here.
On the top of the lofty mountains, a group of figures flashed past. Yan Chixia looked north and south, raised her hands to do some calculations, and couldn't help but secretly clicked her tongue.
"Although it is a matter of changing fate, you are not afraid of touching the dragon veins of the Qinling Mountains when you come up..."
In the middle of Yan Chixia's words, the rest was so unlucky that she didn't dare to say it out.
"Master Yan is drunk. I don't have the courage. I just use the power in my spiritual veins to feed it back to thousands of miles of mountains and rivers."
Liao Wenjie shook his head. The power of the spiritual veins should not be touched arbitrarily. Without the luck of the dynasty and the wishes of the people on the jade seal, Shichu Wuming would never touch it.
As for the risks Yan Chixia mentioned, they are indeed there, but compared to a world where natural disasters are constant, demons are rampant, and people change their sons and eat each other, this risk is nothing.
"Speaking of risks, I take greater risks than anyone else. Why don't you see Master Yan take care of me?"
"Tch, it would be weird to believe you."
Yan Chixia turned her head away and muttered: "You are a terrestrial god, and you can use the magic of incarnation outside your body to turn beans into soldiers. It's really risky... So it turns out that the little monk and I are here to ward off disasters."
"The word "crisis" means danger. If the senior can really save the common people once, the young monk is willing to prevent the disaster for the senior." The young monk Baiyun said seriously.
"As expected of a Buddhist eminent monk, look at this person's consciousness. Master Yan, you are looking at yourself. I don't even bother to talk about you." Liao Wenjie gave Bai Yun a thumbs up and took the opportunity to look down on Yan Chixia.
"I am an eminent Buddhist monk with a bodhisattva heart. How can I compare to an alcoholic?" Yan Chixia was used to being confident and unashamed.
"No, no, the young monk is not a Bodhisattva. He just... just did what everyone would do..."
The two were quarreling shamelessly, and the honest man was so angry that he lowered his head in shame.
"Master, don't be upset, it's all the fault of Master Yan."
Liao Wenjie patted Bai Yun on the shoulder: "I will find an opportunity to sacrifice him later to vent your anger."
After saying that, he sat cross-legged and meditated for a while. When the red and blue thoughts in his body reached their peak, he stood up and sat up in the air against the wind. He took out the jade seal from his arms, crushed the outer shell with his five fingers, and threw the dragon energy and fortune contained in it towards the valley. .
After a while, the mountains shook continuously.
The veins of mountains and rivers lift up and become a giant dragon totem, with stones as bones, air as veins, water as blood, earth as flesh, and vegetation as hair.
The giant dragon was majestic and majestic, its momentum reaching to the sky and the earth. It rolled down and pressed down, making Yan Chixia and Baiyun feel heavy in their chests. They each mobilized their magic power to resist.
The incarnation of good thoughts connected with Liao Wenjie's mind. Without Liao Wenjie having to say anything, he grasped the sword of defeating evil tightly and transformed into a red light and went straight towards the giant dragon.
The red light disappeared, the giant dragon raised its head and roared silently, its head lowered, and it lurked again in the vast mountains.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the building. An unspeakable heavy pressure filled the sky over the Qinling Mountains.
Thunder and lightning condensed, and a thick beam of light as thick as a bucket hit the position of Liao Wenjie in mid-air. The latter remained unmoved, and spread out the Yin and Yang Qi diagram, and the two colored fish blocked the power of the thunder.
At this time, where the dragon's head was dormant, a little red light shot straight into the sky.
In just the blink of an eye, the blood light magnified infinitely, revealing a vast and boundless ocean of blood on the towering mountains.
The scarlet blood wave bloomed with red light and rolled endlessly on the top of the sky, really like an ocean hanging upside down over the Qinling Mountains.
Blocking out the sky and the sun, the blood and energy are imprinted with strange and evil things.
"The natural disasters are the most severe in the north, first north and then south. Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist."
Liao Wenjie whispered, and let the incarnation of good thoughts cause the blood and water from the animation sky to be released into the mountains and forests of the earth, rolling towards the north.
Immediately afterwards, a group of clones flew into the air, and simultaneously used the magical power of spring wind to transform into rain, gathering huge rain clouds that were as powerful as the sea of blood, and followed closely behind.
The sea of blood washes the ground, and the spring rain clears the sky...