Heart Survey

Chapter 743
"On the top of Jinwu Zhenyu Tai Mountain, thousands of miles of rivers are like dragons."

Jiang Wang has never seen the dragon with his own eyes, but he has guessed the existence of the dragon, imagined the appearance of the dragon, and seen the pattern of the dragon.

Every time he saw Changhe, he would think that this was a living dragon.Winding through the vast land of the world, showing its greatness to everyone who sees it.

Jiang Wang flew over the "land in the vast sea", flying over the snow-white silver dancing on the ground.

In this place, Tianmayuan can already be seen in the distance.

In the ears is the roar of the long river, and in front of him is the vitality and freedom.

Jiang Wang only felt that the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and the mind that had been suppressed for a long time was cleared.

Sauvignon Blanc was eager to try it out in the sheath. He almost wanted to perform a sword dance over the long river, so he sang the roar of the "Ancestral River" and used the high dome as the platform to let heaven and earth be the audience, soothing his mind.

There is an ethereal light in my mind, a new understanding is brewing, and it only takes an opportunity to capture it...

At this moment, Jiang Wang's hair stood on end!

He felt a huge fear stemming from the instinct of life, and the shadow of death instantly shrouded his mind.

He turned around and drew his sword!

The majestic sword intent rushed to the sky, and Yao Jiao's sword light burst out.

He saw a slap!
An overwhelming slap that covers everything.

The sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared.

Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but the whole person was stiff in the sky, unable to escape.Can't move.

The footsteps of death have already stepped on the door.

clang!
The slap fell and hit an ancient bronze bell, making a long chime.

Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light, dazzled and dazzled, as if he had entered a world of golden light, and then the bell chimed loudly, as if surrounded by supreme Zen sounds.

I vaguely heard the Buddha sing magnificently and said, "So I hear it!"

Then the golden light dissipated, and the world reappeared.

A bronze bell whirled and shrank, and landed in the hands of a ragged old monk in front of him.

He was hanging in front of him, his back turned to Jiang Wang, and his face forward.

He was not tall, and could even be called thin.

He didn't have any high-level temperament either, and his monk robes were tattered and stained with blood.

From Jiang Wang's point of view, he could see the back of his dirty and greasy neck, and the back of his head, which was not very clean.In the hole in the monk's robe, you can see the dark wrinkled skin.

But his voice was flamboyant—

"The disciple step back and let the teacher come!"

It was the Kujue old monk whom he had not seen for several months.

After passing the bitter feeling, Jiang Wang only saw the owner of the previous terrifying slap - a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face, but between his eyebrows, his own majesty diffused.

Before a simple slap could be hit, the sword stance had collapsed, and there was no room for resistance from the cultivation base of the magical powers of the two palaces.At this age and appearance again, at this time, his identity is naturally ready to be revealed.

Zhuang Gaoxian, the current owner of the Zhuangjing Society, is Zhuang Gaoxian!

"Do I smell the bell?"

Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, obviously a little surprised: "I don't know which master of Xuankong Temple is in front of you?"

He and Ye Lingxiao tacitly missed it far away, leaving Du Ruhui behind, chasing him all the way to Changhe, and finally catching up with the murderer who killed Dong A.

I just saw such a young boy.

The fact that his person was able to involve the White Bone Heretic God and the Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms had already surprised him, and what he did not expect was that he found out that this person was actually related to the Hanging Temple!

He clearly heard that the old monk called himself "a teacher".

How could the disciples of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism have anything to do with the evil god of white bones and the barren tombs of all worlds?
Almost immediately, he thought of countless conspiracy possibilities, and his thoughts turned sharply.

"cough!"

Kujue faced Zhuang Gaoxian and turned his back to Jiang Wang.

He knows that leaving only a back is the most stalwart image, so he never looks back.

He struggled to get injured and forcibly broke the wind in order to get here in time and save his disciple.

After spending so much hard work, the image must not be lost at this time.

"Your Excellency, you have good eyesight!" He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said in a majestic manner: "Standing in front of you is the future Pure Land Buddha, the next abbot of the Hanging Temple - Master Kujue! In the future, he will establish a golden body for eternity. In the future, you will surely achieve the good fruit of Bodhi. Who are you, who dares to move the Buddha's disciples?"

Zhuang Gaoxian frowned even more.

The old monk said something strangely powerful, but it was all about "future", "submission", "future" and "later", and none of them came true.It's kind of crazy and gibberish.

But it happens that I can't fake it when I hear the clock, and he can't deceive people with the cultivation of a real person in this world.

"I am the owner of the mountains and rivers in Zhuangjing, and I have the seal of Yujing, and the kingdom belongs to the imperial way!" Zhuang Gaoxian said in a cold voice: "Master, you said that the thief who assassinated our vice-chancellor of the state of Zhuang is your disciple of Xuankong Temple. Can I understand that you want to represent the Hanging Temple and declare war on my Taoist sect?"

Zhuang Gaoxian can only represent the country of Zhuang, but it does not prevent him from using his status as a vassal country to raise the Daomen tiger flag at this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

The old monk was very cunning, and naturally he refused to fall for this evil.With a sneer, he scratched his nest again: "My disciple has always been a good-natured person. That is to sweep the floor to fear the life of the ants, and cherish the moth gauze lamp. You say he kills? I don't believe in killing chickens!"

Not only the old monk didn't believe it, Jiang Wang himself didn't believe it either.

As far as the momentum of his sword qi rushing into the sky, it is too much to say that he does not dare to kill chickens.

Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian couldn't believe it either.

He showed his hands, showing domineering: "So, does the master really want to do it?"

Whether the old monk slipped or slipped, he didn't bother to discuss whether this young man was a murderer.That makes no sense.In this case, the quarrel between you and me is equivalent to giving up the pursuit.And he took so much trouble to chase, of course he refused to give up.

It is not enough to involve the opposition between Buddhism and Taoism, so taking out both Zhuangguo and Xuankong Temple, and talking as a real person in the world is the most suitable choice.

So he just asked, is there a war!It is precisely to weigh, the weight of this old monk, and the extent to which he is willing to protect the murderer.

Kujue laughed. Although his clothes were tattered and his injuries were not healed, he did not show weakness and was arrogant and domineering: "The monks take compassion as their heart. The Buddha advises you to turn back as soon as possible!"

At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an urgent voice in his ears: "This guy stabs his hands, run away first!"

For the arrogance of Kujue, Zhuang Gaoxian laughed angrily, and only said: "Okay!"

No longer restrained, immediately waved up.

The sea of ​​clouds surged for thousands of miles, and the long river shook under his feet.

"Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you find it!"

Kujue Hong Sheng shouted angrily, with great momentum.When the palms are closed together, a golden "Swastika" Buddha seal is born out of thin air, and it rises in the wind.Like a golden wall, firmly blocking the front.

Two real people in the world are fighting on this long river.

Jiang Wang didn't hesitate, turned around and flew quickly.

Kujue came from thousands of miles to save him, and he couldn't have been moved.

But he is very clear that with his current strength, there is no chance to affect the battle of the real people in this world.

It is the best choice to leave here quickly, so that Kujue does not have to worry about him and has the opportunity to leave the battle.

Insisting on staying here and living and dying together with bitterness is the most stupid and hypocritical.

Apart from moving oneself and dragging others down, there is no meaning whatsoever.

(End of this chapter)