Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

"I have been canonized."

These four simple words fell, like a meteor falling in the middle of the lake, setting off a hundred-meter wave.

Everyone's heart was fluctuating, and their expressions changed.

It was already very exaggerated that Bai Yu could kill the Ten Evils with a fourth-level body, which meant that he had the combat power of the canonization level.

So, when he really took this step, the gold content of his canonization realm was enough to make the top ten of the older generation look at him.

Bodhisattva Kasyapa couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at this moment.

He was already one of the most talented people in Buddhism.

Thirty years of practicing Buddhism, thirty years of practicing Zen, thirty years of asceticism, and thirty years of seclusion. He was canonized at the age of one hundred and twenty-seven and achieved the status of Bodhisattva.

This is already above tens of millions of people!

According to the proportion of Daxia, only one out of ten million extraordinary people was canonized, or even less than one.

But how old is Bai Yu?

Strictly speaking, he has only been on the road to extraordinary for just over two years.

The past ten years can be said to be stagnant, and it is still a long way from the first level of transcendence.

In just less than three years, he has achieved the fifth level and became a saint.

In the past thousand years, no one has been able to do it.

The record of the youngest saint was rewritten from then on, and the previous youngest saint was Zhen Shifang, but he used all kinds of tricks to pay for his premature sainthood; Bai Yu was successfully sainted at the age of twenty, and it would inevitably cause a shock to the entire Daxia transcendental world.

No one can say whether he will become a powerful person who can be on par with Luohou in the future.

And now... he calls himself "Buddha Enemy".

Bai Yu's influence is extremely huge. Once he is sainted, his influence will rise again, and become more and more profound with the precipitation of time.

Once his self-proclaimed name is spread, the fate of Buddhism will plummet in the next hundred, two hundred, three hundred years... or even a thousand years.

Because he has been sainted, he is not an object that can be manipulated at will, and as long as he does not die, his future achievements will be limitless.

If we provoke such a powerful enemy, what does it matter if Buddhism has three saints?

It is inevitable that Bai Yu will take over the Wusheng Pavilion in the future, so why should he fear Buddhism?

Zhang Tianshi can suppress the insignificant people in Xuantiansi for hundreds of years alone, so can't Bai Yujing, who has a higher talent, do it?

"Why, are you scared now?" Bai Yu patted the dust off his sleeves and said calmly: "It's too early, isn't it? There is still a long time to go."

Kasyapa Bodhisattva rolled his throat, and the old monk's expression had changed.

But he didn't even dare to glare at the other party, but lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Does Bai Sheng really want to make things difficult for my Buddhist sect?"

"You changed your mind so quickly." Bai Yu sneered: "But you are too stubborn and have too beautiful thoughts."

"If you take the initiative to raise the white flag now and announce to the public that Longxiang Temple will be closed for fifty years from now on, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"It's a pity that you can't do it."

The old monk's face changed slightly: "This requirement is too harsh for Longxiang Temple, and Buddhism can't do it."

"Whether you can do it or not is your business, what does it have to do with me?" Bai Yu said calmly: "You are the enemy of Buddhism, and I just accepted the good intentions of Buddhism."

"Is there really no room for easing?" Kasyapa Bodhisattva no longer thought about using his power to suppress others. It can be seen from the fight just now that Bai Yu is definitely not as simple as the young man who just became a saint. His strength after entering the sainthood is no longer the same, so the old monk is inclined to compromise at this time.

"Why didn't the Buddhist sect think about whether there was room for easing before opening the halo of brainwashing?" Bai Yu sneered: "Do you feel pain now that Feilongqi is on your face? It's a bit too late... You are not children, you have all been canonized, can you be more mature?"

"As a dignified Buddhist sect, you should know..."

"Admit your mistakes and stand firm when you are beaten!"

This last sentence was heard for a hundred miles, and most of Luoyang City could hear it clearly.

The conversation has been dead.

Either the Buddhist sect will reflect on its mistakes for fifty years and see Bai Yu walk away with his tail between his legs; or they will fight to the end today to see whose fist is harder.

If the Buddhist sect wins, Bai Yu will leave, and there is no guarantee that there will be no revenge in the future; if the Buddhist sect loses, Bai Yu will also leave, and there will be revenge in the future.

It doesn't matter what choice Longxiang Temple makes. Its situation is basically the same as the small bean bag in Oda City - blocked at both ends.

War is the continuation of politics, and the essence of politics lies in compromise.

Each of the canonized saints is a human-shaped nuclear bomb that can rival the existence of a million troops. Once a dispute breaks out among the canonized saints, it will undoubtedly be a war; and the exchange of interests between the canonized saints is part of politics.

Kāśyapa Bodhisattva was in a dilemma and felt that his head was as big as a bucket... But the angry Vajra Shi Longxiang looked calm and spoke decisively, cutting the Gordian knot.

"You have become a canonized saint, but you want to embarrass the Buddhist sect. As a great protector, I cannot sit idly by." Shi Longxiang said in a low voice: "Why don't you and I fight? If I lose, the Buddhist sect will close the temple for fifty years. How about that?"

"To determine the superiority and the life and death?" Bai Yu asked directly.

Shi Longxiang paused: "It's just about who's better... You're so young, there's no need to be so indifferent to life and death. We have no grudges, we just have opposite positions."

Bai Yu thought for a while: "Okay, I agree."

Shi Longxiang said: "I haven't said it yet, what if I win."

"There are some things I don't want to say too bluntly." Bai Yu moved his wrist: "Be modest - I'll let you take the first three moves."

The angry King Kong didn't get angry, but stomped heavily on the ground and rushed to the sea of ​​clouds.

"Fight from the sky!"

The white elm flew up to the sky and stood still above the sea of ​​clouds.

Shi Longxiang clasped his hands together, showing another kind of profound cultivation... He is a canonized saint in the realm of Vajra. Unlike the two Bodhisattvas below, he also practices martial arts and Zen.

Bodhisattva is also one of the seekers, so there is a Buddha Kingdom in the Palm; Vajra is similar to a martial sage, and there is no Buddha Kingdom in the Palm; the difference between the two is as huge as Tantra and Zen.

It was also because of the establishment of Xuan Tiansi and the decline of Buddhism that Buddhists all over the world united.

Shi Longxiang is different from the two Bodhisattvas. His mind is purer and his cultivation level is higher. His golden body manifests himself. When he pushes forward with his hands, the entire sea of ​​clouds above Longxiang Temple is pushed forward. , whistling like a wave and rushing away... This is the real cloud-dispelling palm.

Bai Yu stepped on the void with his toes, flashed forward, and crossed a thousand meters away. Dark shadows appeared on the speeding route, and the white clouds were dyed ink. In the past, only a part of the demons could be manifested. Gun Lin finally showed its complete posture.

The array of tens of thousands of magic guns then burst out with a sharp scream, charging towards the waves of white clouds.

The two saints raised their hands and started a big scene. They allowed their armies to fight each other, but the two generals remained unmoved.

Countless people in Longxiang Temple and Luoyang City have sensed the changes in the sky, because the sea of ​​clouds is turning into distinct black and white colors, and a sharp and winding battle line has been artificially divided in the sky.

There are many extraordinary people with extraordinary strength in the city, they are elites, and they are above ten thousand people; but these people raised their heads and looked at the terrifying movement in the sky, and their expressions showed longing and awe, just like the country bumpkins who had just entered the capital. Lying on the shop window and looking at the diamonds and jewels inside, my eyes are filled with elusiveness and elusiveness.

When Shi Longxiang saw Bai Yu only defending but not attacking, his eyes flashed with light. He was really curious about Bai Yu's strength after he was canonized... He was obviously just canonized, so why could he directly equal him in strength? In the King Kong realm (level 60 and above), no saint in history has ever been able to fight across levels so easily.

He raised his hand and shook it. In the martial arts arena of Longxiang Temple, an iron iron rod floated up into the air and fell into Shi Longxiang's hands. He held the iron iron rod, and instantly a dark golden light engulfed it, and then The long stick stirred the wind and clouds, and he poked it through the air, tearing a gap in the center of the hundred-mile sea of ​​clouds. It was like a missile fired from the center of an army, invisible but substantial, and bombarded towards Baiyu.

...the second move.

Bai Yu didn't make a move, but hit the air with his body. The wind and cloud hit him, and the surrounding space creaked and shook, like doors and windows in a typhoon.

This move cannot harm Bai Yu at all.

The next moment, Shilongxiang passed through the sea of ​​clouds. He didn't know where he came from. He seemed to have arrived across space. In Taoism, this is called shrinking the ground into an inch. In Buddhism, it is called divine foot power. It compresses the space to reach an instant span, and Shilongxiang raises his hands high, the dark gold iron rod is almost attached to the back, raises his two hands high and goes around the head, and his human figure is frozen in the air, like a stretched man Bow body.

A wake-up call, it rolled in the air.

The powerful stick force is combined with divine foot power and vajra power, and is also mixed with Zen secrets that Bai Yu can't see or see. The power is far more powerful than the previous punch.

Even if it is the Lingxiao Palace located in the thirty-third heaven, if this stick falls at this time, it can be directly smashed through and broken into two parts.

Bai Yu repeated his old trick and raised his hand to hold the stick, even though it was as fast as lightning and even if its potential could break mountains.

When Bai Yu held it, the power of this stick fully blossomed. The space visible to the naked eye fractured to form a grand canyon. The empty roar caused this amazing crack in the sky to spread all the way to Hulao Pass. These visions frightened countless civilians who were still awake, and the entire Internet went crazy late at night.

But this move didn't hurt Bai Yu at all.

Bai Yu held the other end of the iron rod and said calmly: "I see, this stick of yours is not just one stick at all. It is originally a set of combos. The most powerful first stick is just a shock, and the rest is just a shock." It's continuous... It's a pity, I shouldn't have caught it, otherwise I could have watched you play more."

Shi Longhu stared at Bai Yu's hands, secretly feeling that it was extremely outrageous. The angry King Kong, who never liked to talk during a fight, asked: "What is the mystery in your hands, and why can you bear my stick attack without any damage!"

Bai Yu didn't answer, but just reminded: "Three moves have passed."

Shi Longhu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Bai Yu had said before, 'I'll give you three moves'...

The next moment, a fist hit his face, and his dark golden body was blasted three hundred feet away and fell backwards in the sea of ​​clouds. The huge sea of ​​clouds drew a triangle in the open area.

The angry-eyed King Kong was about to stand up when he saw Bai Yu arriving in front of him without knowing it. He kicked and swept across. He raised his arms to block, but he immediately fell over, like a battery car provoking the high-speed rail train of the gods on land. He couldn't hold it up at all.

Just like that, Shi Longxiang bounced back and forth like a ball that was constantly being slapped. It lasted for half a minute, and the dark golden light of the golden body seemed much dim. This was the first time that Shi Longxiang was beaten so badly after so many years since his debut.

Shi Longxiang, who was being beaten, chose to ignore the consequences, put his hands in a flower-holding posture, and punched a Thousand-Arhat Arhat. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Arhats in the sky punched together. The ultimate in Zen martial arts is simplicity, skill and skill. This The Thousand-Hand Arhat is one punch with a thousand blows, one punch will open the air, and a thousand punches will follow.

But just like the previous stick posture, the first punch was suppressed as soon as it was released.

Shilongxiang was held down by his head and smashed downwards. After breaking through the sound barrier twice, he hit the mountain wall. The mountain shook and rocks rolled.

He has never had such a frustrating fight in his life, and he was completely ravaged by one side... But they are both saints and martial arts masters. His experience cannot be worse than Bai Yu's, and he will not be completely like this in the martial arts world. The scene where the master plays with the children is purely because Shi Longxiang cannot understand or understand what his opponent's abilities are.

Every saint has his own way, seeking the way, domineering, kingly way...and the manifestation of the way is the source of ability.

Shi Longxiang's Taoism is reflected in his Great Vajra cultivation. Although his defense is unparalleled, he is not afraid of all evil spirits and evil thoughts, and is better than the golden body of merit.

but--

All spent on getting beaten.

Golden and white afterimages kept wandering among the mountains, and the peaks shook violently. Fortunately, it was not a scenic spot but a protected area. There were no residents in this area.

The landscape has been rewritten, a hill has been shaved off, and a cliff has been split open, forming a "Sichuan" shape when viewed from above.

Among the ruins of collapsed rocks, Shi Longxiang flew out, jumped hundreds of thousands of feet, landed again, and was back on the steps in front of Longxiang Temple.

The upper body of his monk's robe was torn, leaving only a half-length apron hanging around his waist. The color of his golden body was gloomy. If you look closely, you can see golden blood oozing from many small wounds.

Shi Longxiang raised his head as soon as he landed. Bai Yu stood ten steps above him, looking down.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Bai Yu asked.

"The last move." Angry Eyes King Kong said: "Please!"

After three breaths.

The long stone steps in front of the main entrance of Longxiang Temple collapsed and broke. A corner of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky collapsed, and white clouds poured down to the earth like foam falling into a funnel.

…

In Longxiang Temple, Kassapa Bodhisattva sits cross-legged, eyes closed and silently reciting Buddhist sutras.

There were footsteps behind him, and his chanting speed slowed down.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the speed of his chanting became slower and slower.

Until the footsteps stopped beside him, it was extremely difficult for Kasyapa Bodhisattva to pronounce each sound.

Bai Yu looked at Kasyapa Bodhisattva who had lost any arrogance and ambition to make Buddhism great again, and spoke calmly.

"To put it bluntly, I have always wanted to kill people to establish authority. In the past, I had no grievances with Buddhism, but you bullied others too much. I don't have the temperament to keep silent when I am beaten. I always feel that I need to root out the roots of things."

He talked to himself without looking at Kasyapa Bodhisattva's expression.

"The growing ambition of Buddhism has affected the political balance of Daxia. If I kill one or two of you and fundamentally solve the problem of Buddhism's growth, I believe that Buddhism will no longer have the desire to compete for world hegemony."

"Even if I killed Feng Sheng, it was for a reason. I believe Sister Daxia will forgive me for what I did."

"But I changed my mind."

"I won't kill anyone today, not because I can't, but because I don't think it's necessary."

"Buddhism is too weak and a clown. Yelang is arrogant and pretentious. He has an idea, but it is impossible to succeed."

"It was impossible before, and it's even more impossible now."

"So, I'll let you go once, but -"

"Longxiang Temple must be closed for fifty years."

"As long as I, Bai Yu, live in this world, you Buddhists will always have a knife hanging above your heads."

"If any of the three of you dare to step outside the gate of Longxiang Temple during this period, I will treat you as if you are tired of living."

"I've killed enough saints, and I don't mind one or two more."

Kassapa Bodhisattva is sitting dry.

After a long time.

A monk approached: "Honorable Sir, how should you deal with yourself next?"

"Repair the Longxiang Temple first, and send the monks to recuperate and treat their injuries." The old monk opened his eyes, as if he had aged dozens of years at the snap of a finger: "From today onwards, the temple will be closed for fifty years, and this Xuantian Festival will be held. explain……"

"Buddhism, no more fighting."

…

At the foot of the mountain, on the roadside.

Mu Yaoxi looked in the direction of Longxiang Temple and asked, "Just let them go?"

"How could it be? The liquidation must be carried out step by step... Shi Longxiang's name among the top ten will soon be removed. With his level, he still has the nerve to rank in front of the Flower Saint." Bai Yu said calmly: "And we have others. If I kill the Buddhist Bodhisattva today, there will be endless troubles. If I get desperate, I will have to trade my injuries for my life, and I will be even more at a loss."

Mu Yaoxi nodded: "That's true...but when did you become a saint?"

"Half a month ago." Bai Yu said: "The purpose of feigning death is to avoid Luo Hu's sight, and also to buy time for the canonization. If he stays in Daxia, it will be difficult to have peace in a short time."

He glanced at Mu Yaoxi and nodded: "You seem to have recovered a lot. Next, let's take Ren Nanbei to treat his injuries. It is best to go to Daoist Xuanzong. Xuantiansi's current situation is complicated. I don't know if there are any more injuries." The incarnation of Tai Sui.”

"and you?"

"I want to go to the capital." Bai Yu looked towards the direction of the capital: "The capital is already in chaos now. Tai Sui has given me more than one problem. Ha... This is obviously to distract my mind and energy and bleed me."

Mu Yaoxi was not at ease. Even though Bai Yu had been canonized, she was still worried.

Because of Rahu.

Because of Tai Sui.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Bai Yu held her cheek and rubbed it: "It won't happen again this time."

"be safe."

After a thousand words were left unsaid, Mu Yaoxi stood on tiptoes and kissed her softly.

A long rainbow hangs up, and Baiyu goes straight to the capital.

Mu Yaoxi stared at the back of the departing figure for a long time.

"... You have been watching for five minutes. Do you want to pay attention to the wounded next to you?" Ren Nanbei couldn't help asking.

"When did you wake up?"

"I was awake before, but I was just pretending to be unconscious. I was afraid of disturbing you... You just don't treat me as a living person." Ren Nanbei took a breath: "My head hurts."

"You are fine, but your soul and spirit are infused with too much Buddha's light. Let the Taoist sect deal with it later." Mu Yaoxi said casually: "Use the Taoist sect's great memory deletion technique."

Ren Nanbei said while lying: "He will be fine, he is very tough."

"I know." Mu Yaoxi paused: "I just found that I missed a question..."

"What question?"

"He is back, then... where are Su Ruoli and Su Ruoji?"

...

Beijing, Zhonghu Gate Guard.

An old man in a security uniform sat on a chair, blood dripping down his cuffs and spreading to the bottom of the chair.

In front of the old man, the swordsman with two swords hanging on his waist shook his left hand, tore off a piece of his arm, and threw it out of the window.

The security guard was shaking, but his eyes were still firm, staring at the monster who could not be distinguished between male and female...

"Knowing that you are not your opponent, you should just give way honestly. Why do you have to let me tear off one of your hands?"

Qianji Luosha said in a low voice: "Why, now you don't want your eyeballs?"

The old security guard said in a low voice: "This is not a place where you can run wild."

"Hard bones." Qianji Luosha sneered: "Standing guard here is more precious than your realm cultivation for so many years? What's the point of playing with your life?"

The security guard stood up and exerted force violently. With both hands disabled, he wanted to bite off the opponent's neck in one bite.

But he bit into nothing, and was grabbed by the head and smashed to the ground. The security booth was broken and broken, and the human figure was thrown out like a twisted doll. When it landed, only two limbs were left, and it was broken.

The old security guard was caught before he fell to the ground.

Huo Qiushui was not late. He rushed over as soon as he sensed the murderous intent, but what he saw was the result that had already ended.

The old security guard moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Don't, let him, go in..."

"Old friend, don't talk..." Huo Qiushui took out the elixir and fed it to the old security guard, sealing the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and then looked at the figure walking out of the gap in the security booth.

Qianji Luosha smiled: "What a strong murderous aura, I thought you didn't have much time left, and your strength was declining, but I didn't expect you to be strong with age... This momentum is fully qualified to be included in the top four of the top ten, worthy of being the oldest martial saint in the world."

The sword saint did not answer, but stared at the stranger who broke in.

Neither male nor female, male and female...

But this is not the point, the point is the pair of double swords behind him.

The sword saint recognized its origin at a glance.

Because the blade heads of the pair of double swords are one dragon and one snake...

Huo Qiushui recognized the owner of the pair of dragon and snake double swords.

Because he made this pair of knives himself... One of the two knives was given to his disciple, and the other was given to his eldest son.

That happened about a hundred years ago.

Huo Qiushui did not restrain his killing intent, and did not lose his composure because he felt nostalgic when he saw the familiar things of his old friends.

Even though he had been looking for this pair of knives for more than eighty years, when it appeared in front of him, Huo Qiushui chose to skip it and asked: "This is the central restricted area of ​​Daxia, and offenders will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing this question, Qianji Luosha couldn't help but sigh in surprise: "It was not easy to recognize the dragon and snake knives, but the first question was about my purpose. Are you really not interested in why these two knives are in my hands?"

Huo Qiushui's withered eyes burst out with a piercing cold light: "I am the guardian of Zhonghu. This position does not allow for any personal feelings. If you want to borrow the things of old friends to beg for mercy, you are probably looking down on me!"

Duty is far greater than personal feelings!

"Look down on you? How could I look down on you?"

Qianji Luosha laughed: "On the contrary... I think highly of you, Sword Saint."

"You are indeed such a person. In your eyes, nothing is more important than the righteousness of the country and the responsibilities on your shoulders. What is a pair of swords? You can even abandon the lives of your relatives and disciples."

"What a selfless person."

"Is that right?"

"My dear grandfather."

...

Beiming family, the main gate.

The gate is open.

The courtyard is wide.

The people of the noble families paused outside the door.

Nangong Shan glanced at the leaders of the other two families.

Dongfang Hong was silent.

Fu Yulou looked calm.

"Let's go in and take a look." Nangong Shan stepped over the threshold first.

When her toes landed, the bone-chilling coldness rushed to her face, and the green firelight lit up, blocking the low temperature outside.

Nangong Shan looked at the figure in the wide courtyard behind the Fengshui wall through the biting cold wind, and cursed in her heart, "Idiot, I clearly reminded you, why didn't you leave! '.

Bei Mingque stood alone in the cold wind.

"Tonight, the door of the Beiming family is always open and the door is not locked at night."

"But... whoever dares to step in, be prepared to leave your life behind!"