Chapter 321: burial, burial, burial
Chapter 321
Tai Xuan Jing, a mysterious and mysterious martial arts.
After Gu Qingci integrated Shi Potian's Taixuan Sutra, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this martial art includes a variety of martial arts, including three swordsmanship, three lightness skills, three boxing techniques, and three inner skills. If the twelve top martial arts were disassembled, each one would be enough to cause a **** storm, and the unknown master who created the Taixuan Jing directly fused the twelve martial arts together, It is enough to shake the world, which is why later generations always say that Shi Potian is already cultivating immortals, because this kind of martial arts is not enough for human beings.
A sword stabbed out, countless white shadows drifted past, and finally merged together. Gu Qingci was surrounded by thousands of flying swords. At that moment, he seemed to be a killing **** descending from the sky. His breath was calm, mysterious and terrifying, and his killing intent was like That sentence kills one person in ten steps, it is like going through thousands of miles without staying behind, as if passing through thousands of troops, the blood-stained demeanor.
When the majestic sword intent fell, Jingxuan turned pale and quickly took a few steps back. She remembered that the host of Fengmanlou had commented on Gu Qingci's sword some time ago. It was not a sword that should exist in the world. The sword was extremely fast and sharp. Invincible sword intent!
Jingxuan used a sword, but at this moment she abandoned the sword directly, and quickly took out a mirror-like thing, but it was neither gold, stone, copper, or iron. There was a touch of luster on the front, and an extremely pure Buddha's light came from the mirror. gushing out.
It was indeed a mirror. When that ray of white light burst out, Gu Qingci's surging red sword appeared in the mirror. What made people horrified was that all the thousands of strands of sword energy were integrated into that mirror. Like a bottomless black hole devouring everything.
Gu Qingci landed slowly and stepped on a branch of a cherry blossom tree. The leaf sank slightly and then bounced back to raise Gu Qingci another inch. He was still expressionless, just holding his sword and looking at Jing Xuan, said softly: "Six paths of reincarnation mirror, it is really extraordinary!"
"Hmph," Jingxuan looked at Gu Qingci, turned his hands, and the mirror of six paths of reincarnation stood in front of his chest, and said coldly: "Gu Qingci, if you are sensible, hand over that devil boy, or don't blame me for being rude!"
"Oh, really?" Gu Qingci smiled.
Jingxuan sneered and didn't speak, but she did disdain Gu Qingci, because the mirror of six paths of reincarnation is the treasure of Cihang Jianzhai. Under the master, all attacks can be defended, and even ordinary masters may not be able to break the six paths reincarnation mirror.
Mo Choujian made a buzzing sound, and was thrown into the air by Gu Qingci. With a light wave of his finger, he whispered softly: "Let's drink in Xinling, take off the sword and cross your knees."
Taking off the sword technique is flying with the sword.
A stern and powerful sword intent crossed in front of Gu Qingci, and then flew in the air without any trace, following one's inclinations. The invisible sharp edge loomed in the air, like a boundless fallen tree rustling, yet elusive.
"Six Paths of Samsara is indeed very strong, but it's a pity that not enough people use it!"
After Gu Qingci's sword was released, Jingxuan's face turned pale. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror does have a very strong defensive ability, but, to be clear, this is just the so-called Buddhist principle of "one flower, one leaf, one world". The things illuminated by the mirror of six paths of reincarnation are reflected in the mirror world.
However, if the mirror cannot project, it cannot be mapped.
Gu Qingci's Mo Chou Sword moves according to his will, and Jingxuan has no time to control the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror.
Mo Chou's sword pierced through the air and disappeared in a flash.
There was a wound on Jingxuan's wrist, and blood flowed profusely.
Six paths of reincarnation mirror out of hand!
Just then, someone emerged.
…
In the city of Yangzhou, a young young monk came at some time, wearing a white cassock, with a handsome face, his eyes were particularly bright, looking around, as if he was looking for something.
Just as he was crossing a bridge, he folded his hands together and said in a low voice: "Amitabha!" Immediately, he was like a dandelion blown away by the wind, floating up with the breeze, attracting many people's attention. But fortunately, there are many people coming and going in the rivers and lakes, and there are quite a few in Yangzhou City. Except for some people marveling at the young monk's lightness kungfu, there was no movement.
It's just that when the little monk flew over an attic, he suddenly seemed to hit a transparent cover, let out a scream, and fell, just landed on the top of the attic, his buttocks fell to the ground, his hands and feet were facing the sky, he immediately patted He slapped his butt, stood up, and shouted: "Who the **** is bullying your third-burial grandfather?"
As soon as he finished cursing, he suddenly saw an old man with white beard standing with his hands behind his back on the top of the attic. He had an extraordinary temperament and a book hanging on his waist. He could vaguely see the Book of Changes. The little monk rolled his eyes, and a sudden I want to die a person who fits this image very well, especially what is happening in Yangzhou now.
The little monk rolled his eyes, stood up hastily, his demeanor changed suddenly, put his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, the little monk was buried three times, and the common people were buried in the sky and buried in the ground. I have seen the seniors. The scenery here is infinite. The juniors will not disturb the seniors." Already, farewell!"
The white-bearded old man turned around slowly, looked at the young monk, and said softly: "Three burials, how about chatting with my old man?"
Sanbu looked at the white-bearded old man, stood quietly, and said, "Senior, I have important things to do, so I can't stay here for long!"
The old man stroked his beard, and the breeze came over, and said slowly: "I don't know how many years no one has rejected me, especially the monk. I remember the last monk who rejected me, now there is only a pile of ashes."
San Zan narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his hand, sighed, and said, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell..."
The old man looked at Sanbu with a smile.
San Zan suddenly grinned, and said hehe: "Whoever loves going to **** will go, hehe, senior, come, come, it is fate that we meet, look how beautiful the scenery of Yangzhou is!"
"Hehe," the old man chuckled.
San Zan patted his head in embarrassment, and asked, "Senior, is Mr. Wu Que?"
"it's me!"
San Zan swallowed his saliva and said, "Didn't you hear that Senior went to Yan Country?"
Mr. Wu Que leaned down and looked down, and said in a low voice: "I just came back, but it looks like I have to go to Da Guangming Temple again."
San Zan suddenly stood up and said, "Sir, I will return to lay life tomorrow, and I won't be a monk anymore!"
Mr. Wuque: "..."
At this moment, Mr. Wu Que suddenly said slowly: "Leader Chen, why don't you come and have a chat first?"
San Zan's eyes are wide open, there are countless forces in the world, and there are not one or two surnamed Chen who are the leader of the alliance, but there is only one person who can be called the leader of Mr. Chen without thinking about it. There is only one person, the alliance of the world. Chen Tongxuan.
As Mr. Wuque's words came out, a burly middle-aged man appeared on the attic, with a black robe fluttering in the wind, and he cupped his hands at Mr. Wuque: "If I had known that Mr. Wuque was here, I wouldn't have to do this." Hurriedly rushed over!"
(end of this chapter)