Great Dao Ji

The vastness of the Great Wall and the boundless green land.

The Wheel-turning Mountain is towering. In the main hall, the Wheel-turning King looked up at the sky. At a certain moment, he slowly retracted his gaze, and a dark expression appeared on his face.

He had never been to Wangquan Mountain, but his divine will went there through his body and saw everything that happened on Wangquan Mountain.

His divine will searched the heaven and earth, but never found the aura of Wangquan Taoist.

He is really gone!

"He is finally gone."

The Wheel-turning King seemed happy and sad.

He was happy that the great enemy who had suppressed him for a decade was finally going to leave, and he was sad that he was not able to fight him after all.

"Master, why are you happy and sad?"

A monk saw his mood and asked.

"I feel sad that my fellow Taoist has passed away, but I am happy that the Buddha's kingdom is coming."

The Wheel-turning King held the Buddhist beads, and his appearance was as solemn as the living Buddha.

His way is different from Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, and Baiyue Zhenren. His way is not in heaven, but in all living beings.

All living beings enter the Buddha's kingdom, and this way is complete.

Before Jiazi, he wanted to start a war on earth and cause chaos in all countries, but he met An Qisheng who suddenly appeared and had to stop.

He knew very well that the Taoist Wang Quan was different from Pang Wanyang, who only believed in the way of heaven. Once he acted, he would be backfired.

At first, he was not afraid, because he was in charge of the vastness, and the power of a country and the spirit of all people were in his body. To be an enemy of him was to be an enemy of the vast grassland. Even the former Pang Wanyang could not pose a threat to him on the grassland.

But the Taoist Wang Quan was different

"The Buddha's kingdom is coming?"

"Has the Buddha's enemy finally left?"

"My Buddha has mercy, my Buddha has mercy!"

Many monks in the hall chanted the Buddha's name loudly and cried with joy.

No one doubted whether the King of the Wheel of Time had made a mistake, just as the people of Wangquan Dao would not doubt An Qisheng.

"Master! Do you need to summon the King to come and see you?"

A monk bowed slightly.

His name is Duoji, which means Vajra in Dafeng language. He is the eldest disciple under the King of the Wheel of Time, the body of the divine vein, and the protector of the Wheel of Time Temple.

He is thin and short, and his whole body is sallow, but he is not unhealthy at all. On the contrary, as his name suggests, he seems to be made of Vajra.

His voice is also like the collision of metal and iron, with a sonorous sound.

"A century has passed, and the millions of soldiers and tens of millions of believers in my Wolf Country have been longing for this day for many years."

An old monk put one hand on his chest and sighed slightly.

His name is Cairang, which means longevity.

In fact, he is the longest-lived person in the Wheel of Time Temple, the uncle of the King of the Wheel of Time, and has lived for two hundred years.

"Good, good."

The other monks also put their hands together and smiled.

The Wangquan Daoist has dominated the world for sixty years. It is not just the clans in Dafeng that are struggling. The rivers and lakes and the countries have also been suppressed for a long time.

"Amitabha."

While the monks in the hall were talking to themselves, a middle-aged monk in the corner chanted a long Buddhist name:

"Master, Dafeng already has Wangquan Dao. If we enter it, there will be waves. Buddha is merciful. Why do we have to kill so much?"

The middle-aged monk's face was full of compassion.

The other monks did not agree with what he said, but many monks seemed to be very afraid of this man and did not refute.

"In the past, the Wolf Country was in constant war, and each tribe was on the verge of death. How come they are united now and no longer have wars?"

The old monk shook his head slightly and said:

"People have endless desires, and desires give rise to endless suffering and troubles. Buddha, however, does not need all of this. How can a king rule the world as well as a Buddha saving the world?"

"My Buddha is merciful, why do we see wars in the world?"

The middle-aged monk sighed:

"Buddha saves the world, but we are not Buddha."

The other monks immediately changed color and refuted, until they saw the King of the Wheel lower his eyes, and then they stopped talking.

"Losang!"

The King of the Wheel looked at the middle-aged monk and said slowly:

"There are many sufferings in the world, only Buddha can save the world, the disasters of war in the world, the sufferings of the world, should be borne by this seat."

"Master, be merciful! My Buddha is merciful!"

All the monks put their palms together, with respect on their faces.

Losang bowed slightly and said no more.

"You can't carry it"

Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed in the hall.

This sigh was extremely gentle, and while it echoed, it suppressed the sound in the entire hall.

Everyone's face changed, and they looked around, but they couldn't see where the person who made the sound was. The countless monks and serfs outside the hall seemed not to have heard the sigh and were still doing their own things.

"This, this"

The old monk's face changed, and ripples rose in his heart.

This voice sounded from the heart, not through the void as a medium.

The person was still thousands of miles away.

This is the real sound transmission over thousands of miles. In this world, there is probably only one person who can do this.

The world's number one Taoist Wang Quan.

He is here? !

Ka~

The Buddha beads in the hand of the King of the Wheels stopped turning, and a sun-like wheel slowly rose behind his head, spreading light. He put his hands together and looked into the distance:

"So, you haven't left yet"

In his eyes, the energy flowed, and the light and shadows were outlined. It seemed that he followed an inexplicable energy and saw the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky was above, and the boundless grassland was below.

In the vast sky and earth, an old figure in white clothes and white hair slowly walked from afar.

While the Wheel King was looking out, the figure in white slowly raised his head, and his indifferent eyes seemed to have seen the Wheel King sitting on the throne of the palace thousands of miles away.

The Wheel King sat in the Wheel Mountain, his mind was infinitely lofty, as if he was mixed with the aura of the boundless earth, and he was as majestic as a living god.

"You shouldn't have come."

Seeing An Qisheng's current state, the Wheel King's eyes rippled, and he sighed slightly:

"You are invincible in this life, you shouldn't be buried in the hands of this poor monk"

He has been on the Wheel Mountain for a hundred years, and the entire Wheel Mountain is his dojo, and the boundless grassland is his Buddhist country.

In his current state, how can he be his opponent here?

"What a great world, how can you bear to leave without taking a closer look before leaving?"

An Qisheng's eyes were calm, just like his words were as light as clouds and smoke.

His body was old and his spirit had been condensed in the sword of Wangquan. At this moment, he was like a mortal, and his breath was no stronger than the grass and trees on the roadside, or the sand and stones on the ground.

The human heart is weak, and it becomes strong because of all external things, strength, martial arts, physique, power, and wealth.

The one who is determined by martial arts, has the spirit to swallow the world, is rampant, has a firm mind, is the richest in the world, and has money that can make people pay attention to him in any occasion. He has a strong mind and power. Once he orders a thousand miles of mourning, he will also have the will to kill and give life.

However, what if he loses all these?

How many people can be as strong as before?

The state of mind will be reversed.

At this moment, An Qisheng's state of mind will not be reversed. Any encounter or anything will not have any effect on his mind.

Thousands of miles apart, the two are in tune with each other.

Feeling An Qisheng's intentions, the eyes of the King of the Wheel rippled deeply.

At this moment, he had an illusion that this old Taoist priest who had lost everything had become even more powerful.

Standing between heaven and earth, he was like a bodhisattva or a Buddha.

"The human heart is dangerous, the heart of Tao is subtle, only the essence is one, and one can hold the middle. The invincibility of a person is not in the physique, not in martial arts, but in the heart!"

An Qisheng's eyes were indifferent:

"If you can't see through this, you will never be able to achieve permanent residence in the great world!"

"Permanent residence in the great world! You don't understand Buddhism, how can you achieve it?"

The face of the Wheel King finally moved.

In the Ferris Wheel Method, there are six realms: 'seeing people', 'seeing me', 'seeing all living beings', 'seeing heaven and earth', 'I understand heaven and earth', and 'permanent residence in the great world'.

However, even if he has practiced for a hundred years, seen all living beings, and understood heaven and earth, surpassing all predecessors, even the founder of the Wheel Method, the Great Ferris, he still cannot peek into the supreme realm of permanent residence in the great world.

Could this Wang Quan Taoist have achieved it?

"All paths are connected. There is no difference between Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Only by implementing one's own mind can one achieve great freedom!"

An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows:

"A certain sage called it the unity of knowledge and action!"

"Great freedom?"

The eyes of the Wheel King condensed.

These four words are plain, but it seems that one can see his life in them.

I want to open a Buddhist kingdom in the world, isn't it the unity of knowledge and action?

Om~

He put his palms together, and the halo behind his head shone brightly, illuminating the entire Wheel Mountain like the sun, piercing through dozens of miles of clouds.

Between the outlines of light and shadow, it seems that a shadow of a big Buddha appeared between heaven and earth!

The big Buddha sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his body was like a mountain, his head was towering into the clouds, majestic and infinite, and the Buddha's light shone on the earth.

For a moment, countless believers in Wheel Mountain, and even in countless nearby tribes and the Golden Wolf King's court knelt on the ground, worshiping and chanting with infinite piety.

"In this life, I only wish that the world will return to Buddhism. Fellow Daoist, since you are leaving, why stop me?"

The King of the Wheel of Dharma made a grand Buddhist sound, and his divine will combined with the spirit of the sky, falling like the hand of the sky, reaching everywhere.

The Buddhist sound everywhere aroused countless believers to worship more devoutly.

"With such spiritual practice, even if Mahama was alive, he would kneel before you. You are indeed the unprecedented pride on the prairie."

An Qisheng looked at the sea of ​​clouds and nodded:

"Unfortunately, the more so, the less you can stay in the world."

Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, the King of the Wheel of Dharma, and Han Changgong are all top figures in the world. Bingzhu's heavenly weapons may be better than them, but their pure intentions and talents may not be as good as them.

Compared with Pang Wanyang, the King of the Wheel of Dharma seems to be a little inferior.

But he can integrate a country and integrate politics and religion, which is more thorough than the Pope of Chiyun Country. He is a truly peerless figure.

The foundation of the King's Power Dao is not deep, and Jiang Tingting and others have not grown up. Even if they can win with the King's Power Sword, the world will inevitably be in turmoil, and all the hard work of a century will be in vain.

He will leave, but he will not leave a mess, and call it training disciples.

He is not so shameless to train disciples with all the sentient beings in the world.

"So"

Between the sea of ​​clouds, the Buddha's head drooped and sighed:

"Where is the great world of Daoyou?"

"Where my heart is, where my body is, even the Dao field is the Buddha country, the cave heaven, and the blessed land"

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm.

Buzz~

As An Qisheng slowly raised his hand, an indescribable faint buzzing sound resounded through Zhuanlun Mountain.

Countless people with high spiritual cultivation felt something in their hearts, and a great fear arose in their hearts, but those with average spiritual cultivation did not feel anything.

"Hmm?!"

The King of the Wheel, who had cultivated his mind to a very high level, felt an unprecedented sense of greatness!

Immersive!

At this moment, everything that An Qisheng felt, all fell upon him!

Blood and energy fell, true energy disappeared, qi and veins weakened, tendons and bones softened, spirit fell

It seemed that in just a moment, he had been cut off from everything and became a complete mortal!

Horror!

Great terror!

In the world, the most terrifying thing is not that it cannot be obtained, but that it is lost again!

A prince of a country has become a beggar, the top of the world has become a cripple, and the rich have become a dog for food!

This is the most terrifying thing in the world!

The King of the Wheel has a strong mind and practice, and he has killed the moment the fear emerged.

He knew that all this was an illusion, nothing was real, but if his state of mind was broken, all this would become real!

The spiritual confrontation is so dangerous!

"Ah!

Mi!

Dharma!

Buddha!"

The King of the Wheel chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, and the light wheel behind his head turned, and it seemed that golden lotuses bloomed, and the sound of Buddhist chanting was loud.

Indistinctly, it seemed that there were monks, arhats, and bodhisattvas emerging around him.

The sea of ​​clouds seemed to have become a Buddhist kingdom!

Outside the Wheel-turning Mountain, countless believers and serfs who were deeply rooted in the power of the Wheel-turning King bowed down and kowtowed.

Suddenly, shadows flowed in the sea of ​​clouds, as if there were huge pillars that penetrated the sky and covered the Buddha's land and the Buddha's kingdom.

A plain voice overwhelmed the Buddhist chanting in the sky:

"Come!"

Countless believers were all shocked. Those huge pillars were clearly fingers. What covered the Buddha's land and held the Buddha was an infinitely large palm!

Boom!

It seemed that millions of thunders exploded at the same time, and the five fingers pinched together, and everything disappeared.

Countless people looked up to the sky, only to feel that the world was empty, the sea of ​​clouds was still, and the breeze was gentle. There was no Buddha's kingdom, the giant palm, everything seemed just an illusion.

It was as if nothing had happened!

For a time, countless people were in a trance, not knowing whether it was true or false.

"Master!"

"Master!"

In the Chakravartin Hall, the golden light around the Chakravartin King disappeared, and the halo behind his head dimmed and fell to the ground. Many monks were shocked and cried out in grief.

"Amitabha."

Amidst the grief, the Chakravartin King tried to open his eyes, and pointed his dry fingers at Losang in the corner:

"Before I return, you hold the Chakravartin seal and serve the Chakravartin King."

Before he finished his words, he closed his eyes, and his breath and the golden light fell to the bottom of the valley, as if they had disappeared.

Huhu~

On the prairie, An Qisheng slowly clenched his palms, and there seemed to be a chant of Zen between his fingers.

Wherever my heart is, it is the temple. The temple can be fingers, internal organs, or any place. It does not have to be a mountain or river.

He put his hands behind his back, hunched over, and slowly disappeared at the end of the horizon:

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color"

What is matter, and what is space?

Humans live between heaven and earth, heaven and earth are space, and countless microorganisms live in the human body. Are humans space?

All things depend on each other, just as there is yang in yin and yin in yang.

Space is emptiness, matter is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, true and false, empty and colorful, that's all.

The wheel-turning king still cares about a mountain, a place, a country, and a family.

But he doesn't even care about heaven and earth.

Thirty-three months is not a very long time.

For many people, it is not enough to even leave a state, but for some people, it is enough to travel all over the country and overseas countries.

In the Kingdom of Golden Wolf, he discussed Taoism with the King of the Wheel of Time; in the Kingdom of Great Yan, he played chess with the king and the national teacher; in the Kingdom of Red Cloud, he sat opposite the Pope and drank tea, talking about everything.

Hailou Kingdom, Ding Kingdom, Wan Guo, the boundless desert, the endless sea, and other places also left his footprints.

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, and even the disciples of Wang Quan Dao in all generations are looking for An Qisheng's whereabouts.

It's a pity that nothing was found in the end, and An Qisheng's whereabouts could no longer be found.

Time flies, ten years, twenty years, a hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years, three thousand years

Three thousand years, it passed in a flash.

In all dynasties, there are people who say that they have met the legendary Wang Quan Taoist. Unfortunately, most of them are rumors, but even so, every time there is news about Wang Quan Taoist, the world will still be turbulent, attracting countless people to look for him.

In the past three thousand years, with the spread of "spiritual rice" and some skills spread by Wangquan Dao, the martial arts of Jianghu have been replaced by generations, and countless Tianjiao heroes have emerged one after another, and the new ones are better than the old ones.

The eight Wangquan swords have become the goal pursued by countless martial artists in the world. Every hundred years, the eight Wangquan swords will flow into the world, looking for the most amazing disciples to inherit and deduce and perfect the skills.

Therefore, Wangquan Dao has always stood firm and dominated the world for three thousand years.

In the past three thousand years, even though Tianjiao heroes have emerged one after another, and dragons and snakes have risen from the land, no one can be emperor.

Three thousand three hundred years later, in a town in Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhuazhou, Daqing Kingdom, the Tong family gave birth to a child named Zhengyang. In the same year, in the Wangquan Hall, the Xun sword hummed.

Thinking about the plot of going back, Xuanxing is very important. It is the place where all the worlds gather, and it is definitely not a background board.