Big Sister Bingshan was warmed by me

Zhou Yang came out of the latrine and went to look for Wu Henzi.

"Senior, after thinking about it, it's not unacceptable to enter the Daoist sect. I can accept it, and I can promise you." Zhou Yang paused at this point.

Sure enough, Wu Henzi opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yang with a half-smile.

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat. Did this old man see through me?

"What's the benefit of entering your door?"

Wuhen Ziding? Ding? looked at Zhou Yang, until Zhou Yang was scared by him, and then slowly said:

"Enter my Taoist door, and then you can inherit my Taoist treasure "Tai? Chu Haoran Sutra."

"Tai? Early Haoran Sutra"?I haven't heard of it, Zhou Yang was a little puzzled, so he had to wait for the old man to continue.

"The Sutra of Greatness at the Beginning of the Tai? Beginning" is divided into nine levels. The first three levels are for beginners, you can fly to the sky or escape from the ground. The fourth, fifth and sixth levels are proficient, you can move mountains and fill the sea, and the ninth level is a great success? The power to control the heavens and the earth, as for more magical uses, it is impossible to count."

so smart?Zhou Yang was full of disbelief, but he still asked?

"Senior, may I ask? Has Daoshe practiced this scripture? What kind of state has he reached?"

"The Taoist aptitude is not good. Only the head of this sect can practice in this scripture."

Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, and grasped the key: "The Taoist priest has very high expectations for the younger generation, so the younger generation may not be able to do it?"

Wu Henzi glanced at him: "Are you not confident anymore?"

Zhou Yang's face darkened, this old man's mouth is too poisonous.

He cupped his fists together: "What is the Daoist talking about, this treasure must be very human? In cultivation, the junior's aptitude is dull, and I am really afraid of delaying the Daoist's important event."

Wuhenzi said: "That's right, the old Taoist has been looking for apprentices for more than [-] years, and so far no one is capable of practicing this exercise."

Glancing at Zhou Yang again, he said, "Little layman, you established the Gang of Beggars, established the Seven Treasures Chamber of Commerce, established the Martial Arts Academy, controlled the three lifelines of people, wealth, and fame, and created your own "power". You can't practice this skill either, and my Daoist sect should be extinct."

His last sentence was very sinister, and Zhou Yang sensed endless killing intent.

He saw the indifferent eyes of the old Taoist, and understood what he hadn't finished saying: "If my Taoist sect is extinct, what use is there for you, you, a demon star, will die too."

Zhou Yang's face was calm, but his heart was already turbulent.

His every move is known by this old man?

He met the eyes of the old Taoist without fear, and asked: "Why did the Taoist know?" His question was naturally not about the Beggar Gang, the Seven Treasure Chamber of Commerce, and the Martial Arts Academy, but about "Position" .

The old Taoist snorted lightly, seeming to be extremely disdainful, and said: "You are fighting with the sea of ​​clouds in the Tantric School, and the old Taoist took a few glances for nothing."

Zhou Yang suddenly realized that it turned out to be the case. It turned out that he was already being watched by these big shots. Now that the veterans were watching, the four Shaolin monks must have seen it too.

These old immortals are also Han people in the Central Plains, and when they saw the young master fighting for his life, they didn't even help him.

Fortunately, there is Xinghuowei, this old silver coin should not know.

The old Taoist seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a sneer: "You are a magic star, if you are not still useful, you will die."

For no reason, he was dubbed a demon star, making him look like a demon that everyone can punish. Did he dig your ancestral grave or have a bloody feud with you?

The more Zhou Yang thought about it, the more angry he became, the hostility flashed in his eyes, but he didn't attack.

Outbursts without strength, just impotent rage.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Zhou Yang cupped his fists at the old Taoist: "Senior, this junior is willing to practice the 'Tai?

At this time, the old Taoist closed his eyes: "No hurry." After that, he stopped talking.

Zhou Yang couldn't help rolling his eyes when he was blocked from speaking.

"It's better to ask Xiaodaotong about this sutra, I always feel that there is a pit in it."

On the second day, before dawn, the old Taoist set off with the two of them.

This time there was a new caravan, Zhou Yang inquired a few words casually, and learned that the caravan was going to Shangjing!

Isn't that the capital of the Liao Kingdom?If I remember correctly, it should be near the northeast of the later generations, but the three of them are now in Gansu, from the westernmost to the easternmost, spanning thousands of miles.

I am getting farther and farther away from my senior sister.

No, you have to get out of trouble.

The caravan departed from Guazhou, traveled eastward along the Hexi Corridor, passed Yumen Pass, and arrived at Jiayuguan at dusk two days later.

Because it was getting late and the gates of the city had been closed, the caravan stopped.

The crowd began to unload things and prepare to stay overnight outside Jiayuguan.

Zhou Yang slid off the horse, lay down on the sand like a toad, and rode for a day? Horse, butt hurts.

Dao She stepped forward timidly: "Lady Zhou, the master said to go on."

"Aren't the city gates closed? Are they closed?"

Zhou Yang asked angrily.

Last night, he threatened and lured Xiao Daotong all night, but to no avail.

This little Taoist boy is purely a servant, not only did he not become a disciple Dangdang, he also didn't learn the skills of an old Taoist at all, let alone know the inside story of "Tai? Chu Haoran Sutra".

Zhou Yang looked at him very disliked at the moment.

Dao She stood beside him, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"Lady Zhou..." The weak voice was like a mosquito humming.

Zhou Yang dawdled for a long time, so he had to get up. Just as he walked to the old Taoist side, he was picked up by the collar.

The old man carried the two of them, swished twice, and rushed up the city wall five or six meters high.

Then kicked on the toes, flew up again, and the three of them passed through Jiayuguan in the blink of an eye.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhou Yang quickly spit out the sand before he could stand still.

Just now, the wind was very high and the speed was fast. Before he could protect his face, the old man carried him over the city wall like a cat and ate his mouth full of wind and sand.

After the old Taoist fell down, he stood still.

Zhou Yang spitting sand and patting ashes, and casually glanced around.

Looking at it, the souls of the dead are frightened.

Jiayuguan? Built at the entrance of a deep canyon, the canyon is just over the city wall.

At this time, on the sandy road leading to the canyon, an old monk was standing, with black beard and eyebrows, and ragged clothes.

On the cliff walls on both sides of the canyon, there is also an old monk standing on each side.

Zhou Yang knew almost without looking at the Jiayuguan Pass that he turned over just now, and there must be an old monk guarding it.

The four Shaolin monks blocked their way out and way out.

The old Taoist sighed in his heart, what a pity.

He galloped all the way with Zhou Yang, changing lanes three times on the way, just to avoid the pursuit of the four monks. It's not good to rob people anymore.

It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, and these four old thieves still chased after them.

The two groups of people met, and neither of them spoke.

The old man's hand was still on Zhou Yang's shoulder.

Zhou Yang suddenly felt the energy in his body tremble, and the eight extraordinary meridians in his body seemed to be untied.

He quietly operated the qi machine, and sure enough, the locked qi machine was unimpeded.

Zhou Yang was a little puzzled. Isn't he afraid of running away when the old Taoist releases his qi at this time?

"Master, Layman Zhou has entered my Taoism." Wu Henzi spoke first.

Liao Chen's eyes were dark: "The monks don't lie, why should the Taoist lie?"

Wuhenzi cursed secretly, the old thief is bald, and the old way is not your Buddhist school.

"Master, let's talk about it later."

Liao Chen clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, according to what the Taoist priest said, the poor monk is willing to learn the Taoism's great tricks."

Zhou Yang instantly felt that Wuhenzi's aura had changed.

In front of outsiders, this old Taoist is immortal, but in front of himself, he is an old silver coin.

At this moment, it is like a waking giant beast, exuding a frightening aura.

A whole body? Qi machine is like a vast ocean, boundless and bottomless.

Jiayuguan? Inside, the storm is raging, flying sand and rolling stones.

The soldiers guarding the pass were so frightened that they all hid in the pass, not even daring to keep anyone from the top of the wall.

In the wide canyon, there is only a group of four monks left, with fierce robes and sleeves, facing each other in the wind.

Zhou Yang originally wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he changed his mind temporarily.

In the face of this kind of power, he knew that he had no chance.

Many warriors have never had the chance to witness the moves of masters in their entire lives.

As the lord of the Martial Arts Academy, I couldn't miss this opportunity.

He wants to stay to see the demeanor of a peerless master.

He pulled the little boy, retreated to the side of the road, and sat cross-legged.

With a flick of Wuhenzi's Buddha dust, all over the sky? Fossils spread out soundlessly, like a heavenly girl scattering flowers, covering the dust.

The remaining three monks suddenly came behind the dust body, and the four people's bodies moved teleportedly, forming a Buddhist arhat formation.

There are no fancy moves in sight, and no complicated movements.

Four old monks folded their palms together and pushed forward slowly, as if they were pushing a heavy stone gate.

The air moved, and the space in front of him seemed to freeze. Mantian? Fosi stopped four feet away from the body of the monk on Wednesday.

With fluttering sleeves, Wuhenzi walked towards the four monks step by step, and under the influence of his aura, Fosi suddenly formed a door.

Each strand of silk is as straight as a string, like thousands of arrows, forming an arrow array in the air.

The array of arrows shone with a silver-white luster in the sky at dusk, each of which was a murderous weapon.

Zhou Yang looked solemn and his eyes were serious.

This old Taoist actually used Buddha silk as arrows to form a wall of arrows. As many Buddha silks as there are, there will be as many arrows.

He alone is enough to be a thousand arrows.

Is this going to pierce four monks with ten thousand arrows through the heart?

For some reason, Zhou Yang always felt that the fourth monk was more terrifying.In his heart, he faintly hoped that the old Taoist would rub the four monks on the ground.

Wu Henzi's forward speed was very slow, every time he took half a step, Fosi's arrow wall moved forward an inch.

The arhat formation is not only changeable and wonderful, but also can be large or small, and can be adjusted arbitrarily.

The four monks had already changed their positions, and now they formed a single file, with their palms resting on each other's backs, resisting Wu Henzi's arrow wall.

Zhou Yang squinted his eyes. These five old silver coins obviously looked very old and were about to enter the coffin, but they were full of vitality, which made Zhou Yang's eyes hurt, and he had to use his entire body energy. The machine stared at the five people fighting.

The master's fight, the ups and downs in an instant, he didn't dare to be careless, and watched without blinking.

Even Dao She couldn't help but hold his breath and widen his eyes.

It's just that the body is trembling a little.

He couldn't see the depth, but he could feel the strong sense of killing between the sky and the earth.

At this moment, it is obviously hot summer, but the air in Jiayuguan is a bit chilly, as if winter is coming.

The huge Qi mechanism on the five people turned into an invisible killing intent, which actually affected the changes of the world.

Fosi's arrow wall approached Liaochen in the front inch by inch.

Wuhenzi's face remained unchanged, as if he still had strength left.

His eyes flickered, and he changed Fosi's offensive again.With a wave of Kuang Kuang Taoist sleeve, Fosi suddenly attacked.

One by one, like shooting arrows in a row, one arrow after another shot at Chen's eyebrows.

There is no pause between each arrow, and each arrow is seamlessly connected, like an endless magic quiver, releasing continuous sharp arrows.

The old monk Liaochen remained expressionless, his clasped palms slowly moved in the void, Zhou Yang looked carefully and found that the trajectory of his palms was like a symbol.

"Swastika!" He recognized it.

This is the Sanskrit symbol for Buddhism.

At this moment, the trace of the word "卍" drawn under Liaochen's palms showed infinite meaning.

Like water meeting fire, the arrows of the Buddha silk all avoided the word, and flew to the depths of the canyon by rubbing the bodies of the four monks.

Wuhenzi snorted softly, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and Fosi was drawn to turn around and turn around.

Actually toward the back of the four monks lasing away.

Four? Monks and Arhats suddenly changed their formation. The two defended against the enemy in front and the two defended in the rear.

"Is it still possible to fight like this?" Zhou Yang was dumbfounded.

He tugged at Dao She beside him, and muttered in his mouth: "Dao She, your master can't do it. It's a waste of energy to control many at the same time. , Hey, it's all done in one battle, and it's all in one, and puts this old monk's eyes in."

He was muttering here, but he didn't know that Wuhenzi and Liaochen had been paying attention to him all the time, listening to him without revealing a word.

Wu Henzi frowned, this kid is really a crow's mouth, the old Taoist had planned this for a long time, but he let it go.

Liaochen's eyes flickered, and the magic star was indeed a magic star, with a strong evil spirit.

A four? Monk stalemate.At this time, the competition is about the aura of the two sides, whoever has a strong aura will be better.

Wuhenzi naturally knew this truth, and immediately turned his palm into a claw, and took back all the fosi, all of which was captured in the center of the claw, and was twisted into a rope in a breath, tightly Following him, he spread his palms and pushed towards the void in front of him.

This strand of rope ran towards Chen's face, just like what Zhou Yang said, it went straight into Chen's eyes.

Zhou Yang felt a sudden in his heart, it's over, this old Taoist must have done it on purpose, if he loses, I will definitely be hated by the four monks.

The old man's face became more serious, and his movements became more and more slow.

The rope of Fosi dashed away like a flying dragon, and rushed straight to the dust.

Liao Chen had no choice but to disperse the Arhat formation, and waved his palms alone.

His palms were like a thousand catties of boulders, they were snapped together, and he clamped the rope of Buddha's silk that had been thrown by the mask in his palms.

The figures of the three monks also flashed over suddenly, passing by the rope of Buddha silk, attacking the old Taoist Wuhenzi.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The silk rope that was caught in Chen's palms, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, sprang out from the center of the rope, and strangled towards Chen's eyebrows like a ghost.

Liao Chen couldn't dodge it, but was hit between the eyebrows by this small strand of silk rope.

A light suddenly appeared in the darkened night sky.

Zhou Yang's eyes widened, and he saw a small "卍" symbol floating from between Chen's brows, shining under the night sky, and the small strand of silk rope couldn't penetrate it.

"Is this still the Da Song I know?" Zhou Yang rubbed his eyes involuntarily.

This scene has overturned his common sense. How miraculous it is that an old monk can conceive Buddha light from his body.

Zhou Yang shuddered suddenly.

At this moment, he completely understood where his great fear came from.

The old monk is dusty, and he has the Buddha's light in his body, which can exorcise demons and subdue demons.

Are you really a demon?

No!By no means.

As soon as the Buddha's light came out, the battle between Wuhenzi and the three monks came to an end.

The old man walked up to Zhou Yang and took a deep look at him: "Little layman, we will meet later."

Zhou Yang cupped his fists at him, but his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Whether it is an old Taoist or a fourth monk, they are all old foxes.

There is a murderous intent hidden in the old Taoist rope, and the four monks are even more oblivious, one of them is pulling, and the other three are attacking and killing the old Taoist.

A mountain is higher than a mountain, and old silver coins are old silver coins.

Zhou Yang was deeply worried about his future.

The old Taoist grabbed Xiaodaotong and flew up to Jiayuguan? The highest part of the city wall was still fluttering in his robes, with a fairy-like demeanor.

"Master, how much do you have in Buddhism? You have few victories, and the old way is glorious even if you lose."

He glanced at Zhou Yang for the last time, and it was meaningful: "Who wins the deer, we have yet to know."

Like a goshawk spreading its wings, the old and the young swooped down and disappeared into the vast night.

The war between Buddhism and Taoism is over.

At this time, the three monks walked towards Chen quickly, and Chen staggered twice, and fell on the open arms of the three of them.

"Pfft!" Liaochen spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his chest and skirt.

The three monks supported him and remained silent.

Liao Chen was slightly injured in the battle of Gaochang City, and now he is fighting Wu Henzi again, the skills accumulated in 30 years of painstaking practice have been exhausted all at once.The old body finally couldn't bear it, and bleed out.

Zhou Yang patted the shirt, walked over quickly, and handed over half of the skirt in his hand respectfully:

"The master is injured, and the junior can't do anything. We can only offer half of the skirt for the master to wipe. Wanwang accepts it."

Liaochen looked at him expressionlessly, making Zhou Yang's heart skip a beat.

The four were silent, and Zhou Yang repeated it again.

Only then did Liao Chen wave his hand, and one of the old monks took over the skirt and wiped off the blood stains at the corner of his mouth for Li Chen.

Zhou Yang waited for him to finish wiping, and said respectfully again:

"Master, this junior Sansheng is lucky to be able to watch the shocking battle of your seniors. I just felt something in my heart. I want to wave my sword and dance to prove what I got. I don't know if it is possible?"

Liao Chen's old eyes were vicissitudes, his pupils were dull, and he said lightly: "Go."

Zhou Yang cupped his fists, turned around and walked towards the cliff on the right side of the canyon.

This cliff wall is as high as several feet, as if a huge stone fell from the sky. The body of the stone is as smooth as a mirror, and there are three huge seal characters chiseled out by craftsmen on it: Jiayuguan?.

Zhou Yang calmed down and activated "Tai? Chi" instantly.

At this moment, he and his sword merged into one body, a person is a sword, and a sword is a person.

With the fusion of man and sword, he has done whatever he wants.

And Tai Chi is the unity of nature and man.

In the night sky, a ray of light appeared, accompanied by a faint roar, like the legendary dragon chant.

When the fourth monk saw the light, Zhou Yang had already put away his sword.

The light is like a crescent moon, imprinted on the cliff wall, cutting out a crescent-shaped sword mark.

The sword marks are deep and cannot be seen to the bottom, and the incision is smooth, as if the sky is formed.

He watched the five-person battle just now, and he really felt something in his heart, and the "potential" of Tai Chi had improved again.

A sword came to the west, cutting mountains and cracking rocks.

The "potential" of Tai Chi has become stronger.

What used to be mastery, now it's depth.

Zhou Yang put his sword back into its sheath, turned around, walked towards the four monks, and said, "Masters, it's time for the younger generation."

Liao Chen said indifferently: "Female benefactor, good swordsmanship."

"Master's absurd praise." Zhou Yang thanked him, and slandered him, knowing that I was a benefactor and holding me hostage, it really is a group of respectable old thieves!

The old monk didn't seem to be good at talking, so he just nodded, turned around, and left.

Zhou Yang calmly walked among the four monks.

Liao Chen glanced at him, as if he didn't expect him to be so obedient.

Zhou Yang left with them.

However, when he was about to turn a corner, he couldn't help but look back at the crescent sword mark, and prayed secretly in his heart: "Senior sister, I hope you can see it."

The author has something to say: Zhou Yang was arrested, this is a difficulty.

Both of them are still young. Zhou Yang is only 15 years old. He used to be lazy and playful and didn't practice much. He must go through a lot of hardships before he can fully grow up.

Of course, he won't be imprisoned for a long time.

So don't rush, don't worry, just enjoy their respective growth.

Thank you