Martial Cultivator

Early summer is approaching, and it is the rainy season in Bailu Prefecture. There is always plenty of rain. In such rainy weather, ordinary people can take a break from their busy work, but those literati and poets take advantage of this time to go out of the city together and go on outings.

What place in Bailu Prefecture is most popular among those who read? Apart from the buildings preserved from the previous dynasty, Luming Temple is naturally the most popular place.

Luming Temple is the longest surviving sect in the entire world. In the entire world, probably only Chixinguan's existence can be compared with Luming Temple, but if you really want to say it, it is still inferior to Luming Temple.

Luming Temple is located among the mountains beside the Li River. It has always been low-key. Most of the monks in the temple will never leave the temple after entering the temple.

However, Luming Temple is very tolerant of people in the world and does not prohibit people from entering. It even opened a front temple in Luming Temple, where monks give lectures and explain Buddhism to pilgrims every day.

But thanks to these pilgrims, if not for this, it would be difficult for monks like Luming Temple who are not engaged in production to maintain the operation of the temple.

In the drizzle, a group of scholars slowly climbed the mountain. The leader was an old man with white beard and hair, and most of them were young people. The group of scholars stopped and walked, chanting some poems from the predecessors from time to time. It was extremely elegant.

Many women in luxurious clothes at the bottom of the mountain road also looked ahead a few more times.

Although Luming Temple does not have regulations on how much incense money must be donated by pilgrims entering the temple, most of the pilgrims who come to Luming Temple are actually either rich or noble.

In this way, the middle-aged man dressed in black and carrying a mahogany sword on his back seemed a bit ordinary. Looking at his age, he was probably in his early forties, but his hair was mixed with black and white, which really made people dare not lie, but more What is strange is that when this person came to Luming Temple, he actually carried a peach wood sword and looked like a Taoist priest from a Taoist temple.

There are countless schools of practice in the world, but in the final analysis, the three sects occupy the majority, and among these three sects, everyone knows the difference between the sects. Although Luming Temple and Taoism have never been at odds, when did they have such a so-called relationship? Taoist priests come to this Buddhist holy land?

Just when everyone was surprised, the middle-aged man carrying a mahogany sword on his back had already arrived at the front door of the temple. There was no monk in the temple to receive him, but there was the sound of preaching not far away.

The pilgrims coming and going in the temple are also very quiet.

The middle-aged man stood under the eaves, looking at the pagoda in the courtyard, silent.

It is said that after the eminent monks of Luming Temple passed away, there would be a relic that would be enshrined in the temple by future generations, but obviously it cannot be in this pagoda.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man walked towards the depths of the courtyard. Not long after, he was already in front of the back door.

There are no pilgrims here anymore, only

A middle-aged monk is guarding here.

Seeing the person coming, the middle-aged monk looked up and said with emotion, "What a sharp sword in the world."

The peach wood sword has no edge, so it cannot be described as sharp. Naturally, the middle-aged monk is not talking about the peach wood sword carried by the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man himself.

He stood there with the sharpest sword in the world.

"The Sect Master of the Sword Sect has come to this temple, what is your purpose?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and recognized his identity.

In fact, this is not difficult. The master of the Sword Sect has occasionally leaked traces in the world these days. Everyone knows that he is enlightening a sword that does not belong to this world. Although Luming Temple is unwilling to get involved in the disputes of the world, it does not mean that he does not know it. Big things happening in the world.

The leader of the Sword Sect looked at this middle-aged monk whose identity was unknown, but whose realm had clearly reached Wangyou. He said calmly, "I heard that there is an eminent monk in Luming Temple who has an extraordinary realm. I would like to meet him and listen to the master's teachings."

Luming Temple is the oldest sect in the world, and the old monk in the temple may be the longest living person in the world.

The middle-aged monk smiled and shook his head and said, "The sect master is the sharpest sword in the world, but in the temple we only meditate, so I'm afraid there is nothing to tell the sect master."

The Sword Sect leader's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly, "Please let me know, I'm busy."

The middle-aged monk was unmoved and just stood there looking at the world leader of swordsmanship and the number one swordsman in the world.

The leader of the Sword Sect raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's robe began to move in the wind.

The leader of the Sword Sect said softly, "I'm offended."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sword energy spurted out from his eyes. Within a foot in front of him, dense sword energy quickly accumulated, and then suddenly bloomed. The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, let out a soft breath, and slowly condensed behind him. A Bodhisattva's Dharma appears, but the Dharma has just condensed and before it is fully revealed, it suddenly breaks.

Fleeting.

A Dharma image disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged monk looked ugly, then spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground helplessly. The beads on his chest broke, and countless beads fell like pearls and rolled around.

The leader of the Sword Sect took a step forward, and his figure dissipated. When it condensed again, he had already appeared behind the door and started walking on the winding bluestone path.

Walk towards the real gate of Luming Temple.

The middle-aged monk sat cross-legged on the ground, and his eyes fell on a bluestone in front of him. The sword marks on it were intertwined, which was the residual power of the sword of the Sword Sect master.

Although the middle-aged monk has already entered the realm of Wangyou and is one of the few strong men in the world, the gap between him and the world's number one swordsman seems to be too big.

There is a gap between the two that is difficult to cross.

In the blink of an eye, you can tell the difference between life and death.

This is the difference between ordinary forgetfulness and the end of forgetfulness.

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The leader of the Sword Sect slowly climbed the mountain. It wasn't that he couldn't move quickly. It was just that when he was going up the mountain, there was a slight sound of preaching from all around the mountain road.

Therefore, he slowed down a few steps, wanting to hear more of the preaching.

But after a few steps, the Sword Sect leader shook his head and continued walking towards the end of the mountain road, where there was the gate of Luming Temple.

However, before the leader of the Sword Sect came to the mountain gate, a figure already appeared on the mountain road.

A skinny old monk appeared in the sight of the Sword Sect leader.

The leader of the Sword Sect stopped and stood where he was.

"It seems inappropriate for the sect master to come uninvited and hurt the monks in our temple."

The old monk spoke slightly, his voice was small, but it sent ripples in the air, like a stone dropped on a calm, mirror-like lake.

The leader of the Sword Sect raised his head and asked, "Who are you, Master?"

The old monk said calmly, "I am crossing the river on the same level."

The leader of the Sword Sect said with emotion, "It turns out to be the abbot master."

As the abbot of Luming Temple, Monk Pingdu's status in the spiritual world is not much different from that of the master of Chixin Temple. After all, one is the leader in Taoism, and the other is the leader of monks in the world, but in terms of his popularity in the world , it can be said that the two are really different.

"I want to meet that old monk."

I am afraid that not many people in this world know the name of the old monk, but a very small number of people know that there is such an old monk in Luming Temple.

"Senior has not been interested in world affairs for many years. If senior has no idea of ​​meeting anyone, then no one can force him to meet."

The old monk Pingdu looked at the sword sect leader in front of him and said calmly, "The sword that the sect wants to enlighten is the greatest killing karma in the world. We at Luming Temple only wish for peace in the world, but we really don't want to see this sword come out. So please come back, Sect Master.”

The master of the Sword Sect calmly said, "I have been studying swords for many years and have devoted my whole life to this sword. Now the sword is mostly completed. I don't want to waste all my previous efforts.

Today I just want to meet the old man and listen to a few words of Buddhist teachings. I hope the abbot will not stop me. "

When the old monk Pingdu heard this, his white eyebrows did not move in the wind, and he smiled and said, "Does the sect master insist on forcing others to do things?"

The leader of the Sword Sect nodded and said, "For this reason, everything can be abandoned with one sword."

The old monk Pingdu was silent for a moment, and said calmly, "Then Rong Laoji asked the sect leader, if the sword is made, who will it strike at?"

The leader of the Sword Sect said, "There are not many people in the world who are worthy of this sword."

The old monk Pingdu continued, "Sect Master, are you confident that you can kill the Demon Emperor with this sword?"

The Sword Sect leader was silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The old monk Pingdu nodded and said, "Then I understand."

The leader of the Sword Sect raised his head and looked at the old monk Pingdu.

The old monk Pingdu clasped his hands together and said, "I heard that the sect master is the sharpest sword in the world. There are very few things in the world that can stop the power of the sect master's sword. However, I have practiced hard for many years and have some experience. I don't know about the sect master." Can this sword be able to cut through Lao Na’s ordinary body?”

The leader of the Sword Sect smiled and said, "Master Abbot's great Bodhisattva realm is probably not an ordinary physical body, but even with the so-called golden body, if he really wants to stop me, he may not be able to stop me."

The old monk Pingdu didn't take it seriously and looked around, "You have to give it a try. The main thing is that the sword cannot be completed, so I can show the power of the unfinished sword."

The master of the Sword Sect stopped talking, and just looked at the skinny old monk in front of him silently, with the sword intent constantly rising and dying in his eyes.

The old monk Pingdu's eyes fell on the back of the sword sect master, and he suddenly sighed, "Chixin Guan even took out this ancestral sword. It's really... shameless. Is the sword sect of this generation willing to be held in the palm of others?"

"I only want that sword. After the sword is completed, the sword will naturally be in my hand."

The leader of the Sword Sect spoke calmly, and then suddenly there was a wind blowing beside him.

Between heaven and earth, sword intent gathered.

The old monk Pingdu clasped his hands together and called out the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Amitabha."

As he read these four words, a dazzling Buddha statue slowly formed behind him.

The Buddha statue appeared slowly, and in an instant it was tens of feet tall, as high as half a mountain.

Suddenly there were several exclamations on the mountain road.

Countless people were so surprised that they were speechless when they saw such a strange scene.

There was a young man in black who happened to be climbing a mountain at this moment. Feeling something in his heart, he raised his head and saw the splendid Buddha statue whose light illuminated the mountains.

The young man stopped and soon noticed the huge Buddha statue. He did not open his eyes at this moment.