Nightwatcher Chapter 56: The Buddhist image (6000 words big

I met an acquaintance, go and see. "

Xu Qi'an left a word, then turned and went downstairs, bypassing the crowd from a distance in a low-key manner, leaning against the old aunt of Jingchai in the sarong.

Chu Yuanzhen's gaze followed him, and when he saw that his goal was an elderly, plain-looking woman, he laughed out:

"Xu Ningyan's hobbies are somewhat unique."

Hengyuan frowned, and was about to argue for Mr. Xu, when he saw Xu Qi'an in the distance with an unconvincing smile, talking with the woman.

The woman ignored him and gave him a roll of eyes. Mrs. Xu didn't care, and she talked endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Hengyuan suddenly lost the confidence to argue, and said dryly: "Young romanticism is not necessarily a good thing."

Chu Yuanzhen laughed loudly, "The oiran of Jiaofang Division is beautiful, but it always feels like something is missing. If you have a wife, it is very flavorful."

Hengyuan has no choice but to lament his misfortune and hate him indisputable.

Master Xu is good at everything, but the lustful aspect is criticized.

After No.1's internal propaganda in the Tiandihui, Xu Qi'an's lustful character set has penetrated into the hearts of the shard holders.

"Auntie, why are you here again. Look, you don't dress like a wealthy woman. Chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, isn't it fragrant? Every day, Jing knows to come out to watch the fun."

"Is that guy on the stage your man?"

"How much money did you bring to go out today, don't let someone steal it, come and come, the officer will take you to places with few people."

Except for the charming little white eyes at the beginning, the old aunt ignored her and let him chat endlessly.

Xu Yinluo, a talented person, showed great disgust.

Xu Qi'an asked for being boring and didn't get angry, just stopped talking and focused on the two sides fighting in the ring.

This time, Monk Jingsi is no longer modest, and chooses to fight hand-to-hand with the bronze-skinned and iron-boned Sixth-Rank martial artist.

Dangdangdang........

The loud noise reverberating between the fists and feet, like the continuous ringing of bells, and the hammer of a blacksmith, because the two people sometimes burst into dazzling sparks.

The crowds onlookers shouted and cheered continuously.

A child looked attentively and ran to the ring excitedly, shouting with excitement.

"Roll the calf!"

Xu Qi'an kicked him into the air with a sweep of his legs, and the child flew out a few meters lightly and fell into the arms of a man who seemed to be his father. Xu Qi'an glared at him in surprise and anger, but he didn't dare to make any trouble.

"Are there any injuries?" The man asked eagerly.

"It doesn't hurt." The child said with a smile.

The old aunt turned her head and glanced at Xu Qi'an, then turned her head blankly, watching the contest on the stage earnestly and intently.

The battle on the arena did not last long. After a stick of incense, the winner was divided. The sixth-rank martial artist was beaten in the chest with three fists by the monk Jingsi, and finally couldn't hold on, and broke the hard work.

"The Buddha's King Kong is invincible and has a well-deserved reputation."

The man arched his hands, seemingly shameless to stay any longer, jumped off the ring, and left in a hurry.

The old aunt stomped gently.

Xu Qi'an was a little surprised, this old aunt, how should I say, she can always see the gestures and expressions of girls only.

The aunt at home does this occasionally, but she is not exaggerated.

This is an aunt who doesn’t know her age........Xu Qi'an came to a conclusion with a smile and said:

"This is like a collision of two knives. When the brute force is the same, the quality of the knife is better and it can win. The Buddha's King Kong is undefeated. It is said that it came from the hands of the Buddha, and the warrior's copper skin and iron bones , "Quality" is uneven. It is not wrong to lose."

The old aunt turned her head and said contemptuously: "Why didn't you go on stage? Didn't you slash a sixth-grade martial artist before?"

Xu Qi'an squinted his eyes and asked, "Hey, didn't you leave at that time? How do you know that I cut a rank six with a single blow."

The old aunt sneered: "I am neither deaf nor dumb unless there is a silver gong in Nancheng that day."

"Hey, you called someone to beat me that day. Auntie, which wife are you from, and in which department does the man work?" Xu Qi'an stopped pretending and asked straightforwardly.

On the same day, the sixth-rank man dressed as a Jianghu person took the stage to challenge Xu Qi'an for no reason. He could have arrested him directly, but in order to pretend...

Afterwards, before he went to interrogate him, the Jianghu Wufu was taken away. Who can do it?

Xu Qi'an's guess is that "his family" is either a member of the military or a guest raised by a prominent figure.

Just now, when Xu Qi'an saw a sixth-rank martial artist come on stage and saw the old aunt among the onlookers, he was suddenly inspired and remembered that he had really offended others.

The identity of this old aunt is definitely not as simple and ordinary as her appearance, and she did offend her that day, although it is not a big deal, it can be a woman's careful eye, it is another matter.

Xu Qi'an has reason to suspect that the sixth rank martial artist that day was instigated by this old aunt.

Hearing Xu Qi'an's questioning, the old aunt smiled: "You got on stage and killed this little monk, I'll tell you."

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Scared?" The contempt in her eyes deepened.

I’m afraid, I finally got myself out of the sight of the Buddhist mission. I don’t want to have too much ties to the Buddhist monks... But Xu Qi’an still couldn’t help holding the knife Shank, pondered:

"I can't cut his undefeated King Kong."

It's also good for you to know that a mountain is higher than a mountain! The old aunt pouted her lips, her eyes were very complicated, both disappointed and proud.

At this moment, a swordsman in a green shirt soared out of the restaurant next to him, and fell lightly on the ring.

The onlookers saw that there was another challenge to the little monk, and they were immediately energetic, planning to eat another wave of melons, and by the way, they discussed who the swordsman in Qingshan is.

"Chu Yuanzhen........"

Xu Qi'an heard the old aunt murmur.

She knows Chu Yuanzhen? Oh, Chu Yuanzhen used to be a champion after all, and he is no stranger to the high-level Dafeng........If Chu Zhuangyuan makes a move, it is mostly stable.

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk Jing Si has been dominating the ring, and the court's face is not good.

"Little monk, I only have one sword. If you can block it, I will lose." Chu Yuanzhen smiled and looked directly at Jingsi calmly.

The boos came again, and the surrounding crowd saw that the Qingshan swordsman was so arrogant, and their impression of him was greatly reduced.

This little wizard from the Western Regions is indestructible, everyone sees it. The rumors of the swordsman in Qingshan are easy to think of people who are opportunistic and eager to become famous.

"Donors please!"

Jingsi put his hands together, not afraid.

"Interesting." Chu Yuanzhen smiled. He didn't have the desire to win or lose in his eyes. On the contrary, there were mostly people who joined in the fun, just like the crowd around him.

Next, Chu Yuanzhen made a gesture that no one could understand. He stretched out his hand towards the sky and opened his palm.

The sword behind him was motionless.

Just when everyone thought he was bluffing and was about to ridicule fiercely, someone saw a pebble flying from his feet.

More and more stones rose into the sky, pouring into the palm of the Qingshan swordsman like a honeycomb.

Amidst the bang and pounding sound, the stone and the stone were closely connected, and a sword hilt was formed, and as the stones gathered, a four-foot-long stone sword was formed.

Wow........

An uproar broke out all around, and most of the people watched the excitement. The more bells and whistles, the more powerful in their eyes.

Chu Yuanzhen's hand is very fancy, gathering stones as swords, it is a magical method, which is much more worth seeing than Western monks who have only been beaten from beginning to end.

"Awesome!"

The old aunt's eyes were shining and she couldn't help but cheer.

After the stone sword was formed, Chu Yuanzhen held the sword and handed it forward. In an instant, the wind and thunder made a big blow, and the wind rose on the ground, and the people around it swayed.

The sword came too fast, and Monk Jingsi had no way to avoid it. He put his hands together, and he couldn't retreat.

Ding...Boom boom boom...

First, there was a sharp sound like a piercing eardrum, followed by a muffled burst of air. A wave of air was like a frenzy, blowing over the people in the distance.

Fortunately, in the past three days, as well as the so-called fluctuations in Qi, the people dare not get close to the ring as before, so no one was injured, but many people's ears were shaken and bleeding.

Before the first sharp sound, the old aunt's ears were covered by Xu Qi'an, and the subsequent qi explosion even "pressed" her in Xu Qi'an's arms.

Probably, I have never been so intimately contacted by a strange man. The old aunt struggled violently, and her feet stomped on the back of Xu Qi'an.

When everything calms down, the swordsman in Qingshan and the little monk of the Western Regions are standing on the ring, and the golden body of the little monk is no longer bright, looking bleak.

Chu Yuanzhen didn't have a sword in his hand, and there was only a piece of gravel between the two.

"I lost."

Xu Qi'an thought with regret, and then saw the old aunt push him away and waved him over with a slap.

Xu Qi'an raised his hand to block it, and said in a bad mood: "You auntie, you still have a temper when you are old..."

He didn't go on, but in front of him was a white wrist, wearing a string of Bodhi bracelets.

"???"

A series of question marks flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind. He looked at the old aunt's eyes, slowly solidifying, and slowly becoming weird.

He knew this bodhi bracelet. That day, he ran into the Taoist Golden Lotus in the inner city. He "wins" the fragments of the book from the ground to be a string of bodhi bracelets.

The bracelet was bought by an noble man sitting in a golden nanmu carriage.

Is it her? !

"Don't worry..."

The old aunt's humiliated voice sounded, her silver teeth clenched.

Xu Qi'an let go of her hand obediently, and the old aunt made a slap backhand, and left angrily.

No, isn't it, she is the woman who was hailed by Taoist Jin Lian as "the future will have a deep connection with me"? !

Eligible to ride a carriage made of golden nanmu, so this old aunt is the cousin of Emperor Yuan Jing, or the wife of a prince! ?

What kind of relationship can such a woman have with me? Could it be.........No, no, her mind can't be slippery, maybe she has a daughter who is beautiful and beautiful, and has a relationship with me... ...But what kind of beautiful girl can she have with such a mediocre appearance?

Thinking of the beauty of the old aunt, Xu Qi'an interrupted the young mother-in-law's thoughts, saying that the connection may not necessarily be due to marriage, but may also be due to other factors.

"By the way, I have seen her twice in just a few days, and her background is vague, not in my life, career, nor in my social circle. Under such circumstances, I can meet frequently, Daoist Jin Lian is right, I do have a relationship with her."

At this time, the surrounding audience recovered from the aftermath of the fight, and some people kept tapping their ears, saying "Ahhhhh" loudly.

Fortunately, the eardrum was not injured, then he sighed.

"I didn't win this?"

"The Western Buddhism people are really so powerful?"

No one bury Chu Yuanzhen, after all, the sword just now was already a magical method.

.........

Xu Qi'an led the little mare and walked slowly with Hengyuan and Chu Yuan.

"Chu Zhuangyuan, how much success did the sword use just now?" Xu Qi'an asked curiously.

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head, and answered the wrong question, "That little monk took the same path as you, but opposite to you."

Xu Qi'an was stunned. Chu Yuanzhen meant that Monk Jingsi would only be undefeated with King Kong, which is very similar to Xu Qi'an who has only one sword.

On the contrary, it is one offense and one defense.

"Then, Chu Zhuangyuan thinks my spear can break his shield?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"You can!"

Chu Yuanzhen glanced at him, then smiled: "But it's not possible."

Xu Qi'an returned him with a brick face: "Students are as annoying as Buddhists."

Chu Yuanzhen was surprised: "What's the solution?"

Xu Qi'an smiled: "I want to go."

Chu Yuanzhen's face suddenly became unhappy. A few seconds later, he suddenly understood, shaking his head and laughing: "It's really boring to be smart. People who are smart are doing this."

After a pause, he mentioned: "Your "Sword of Heaven and Earth" is very powerful. After incorporating the know-how of Heart Sword, it is even more flawless. But in my opinion, it lacks soul."

The soul? Xu Qi'an rejected the word.

"What you use is a slash between heaven and earth, and only a slash between heaven and earth. And what I am using is not sword art, but my spirit. When I am lazy, my sword energy is also lazy. When I am gentle, my sword energy is also gentle. Once I get angry, my sword will pierce the sky." Chu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice:

"This is the spirit! This is the soul! This is the essence of the fourth-grade martial arts!"

Xu Qi'an recalled the "superior power" of the yamen golden gongs, and suddenly nodded, "But you also said, that is the essence of the fourth-grade martial arts."

I'm just a small silver gong that refining God's realm of seventh rank.

"I can teach you to nurture your mind and cultivate to a high level, which is equivalent to having the ability of a fourth-rank martial arts in advance. Of course, the effect will be greatly reduced. However, it is enough to match your world and break through the Buddha. "

"Practicing a unique discipline is not a matter of overnight." Xu Qi'an said.

What he really wants to say is, can I use your stunts for nothing.

"It's easy to get started!" Chu Yuanzhen said with a smile: "One year after I learned the sword, I figured out this set of tricks. It takes only two or three days to practice it. It’s just hard to get to the advanced level. ."

"Chu champion, please enlighten me." Xu Qi'an said quickly.

"Let me tell you the trick first. This is not difficult. In fact, it is to blend one's own spirit into it and turn it into sword energy or sword energy. It is just simple spirit, nothing more than happiness, anger, sadness, etc." Chu Yuanzhen said calmly. :

"The Human Sect is on this path. I am equivalent to finding a new trick on the basis of the Human Sect."

...........

Lingbao View.

In the quiet backyard, in the quiet room, Emperor Yuan Jing talked with the national teacher. The reborn old emperor in Ufa held the chess piece and sighed:

"Chu Yuanzhen also lost."

The female national teacher has a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, her facial features are gorgeous, but she is not kitsch, and she has a plump body, which blends the beauty of a young girl with the charm of a young woman.

Innocent and coquettish.

She played the game recklessly, didn't use her brain, and made a pattering move. Hearing the words, she responded: "With a sword in hand, what about winning or losing?"

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded, "But no matter what, he has achieved the reputation of the little monk and the reputation of the Buddhist monk in the Western Regions."

Even though Emperor Yuan Jing was in the palace, he knew everything in the capital, especially the information about the missions of the Western Regions.

"Your Majesty feels wronged?" Luo Yuheng frowned her eyebrows lightly, lowering her eyebrows, and she found that she was about to lose.

So during the conversation, the positions of the two sons were quietly changed.

"Taking a loss?"

Emperor Yuan Jing chuckled, and then sighed: "There is a lack of reason, but more helplessness. The young monk is young and has an amazing cultivation base. There is no rising star in the capital. What can I do?

"It's always hard to let the masters of the Forbidden Army fight, wouldn't it be more embarrassing."

Luo Yuheng heard it out. Emperor Yuan Jing was blaming Chu Yuanxuan for keeping his hands and not swiftly defeating the little monk. Instead, he became a stepping stone to others' fame.

"The bald donkey is not good. I am afraid that he will not easily return to the Western Regions this time." Yuan Jingdi said again.

"What your Majesty wants to say, just say it straight." Luo Yuheng said.

"A few days ago, Master Duer wanted to see Jianzheng, but he refused. Jianzheng has lived in the star-gazing building for a long time and does not care about world affairs. If he ignores the Western monks... Ask the national teacher to take action."

Luo Yuheng nodded slowly, and changed the positions of two more chess pieces.

Emperor Yuan Jing, who lost three games in a row, left Lingbao Temple depressed, and on the way back to the palace, he ordered the old eunuch: "Go and let Wei Yuan find someone, I don't want to see that little monk stand on the ring again."

Emperor Yuan Jing has no expression on his face, his expression gloomy.

The old **** lowered his eyebrows and plucked his eyes: "Yes!"

..........

Nancheng, Yangshengtang.

In the backyard, Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuan sat cross-legged, listening to him telling the secret of "nourishing the mind".

Master Hengyuan did not avoid suspicion, sitting on one side to steal the teacher.

"It's not difficult to listen, but how do you incorporate "energy" into the knife?" Xu Qi'an asked as he stood up and wielded a black gold long knife.

In the process, according to the secret taught by Chu Yuanzhen, he tried to put his spirit into the knife.

But it failed.

"You are in a calm mood, with no joy, no sadness, no worries, and no anger...How to raise your mind?" Chu Yuanzhen said helplessly.

"It's my fault, it's because there is calmness in my heart, and the landslide is in front of me without changing my face." Xu Qi'an said.

The so-called high spirits is essentially an emotion.

Chu Yuanzhen thought for a while and said, "In fact, there is a quick way."

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up slightly: "Chu Zhuangyuan, please speak."

"Come here." The champion man waved his hand with a smile.

Xu Qi'an walked over immediately.

"Pop!"

Chu Yuanzhen slapped his backhand.

You are so special...Xu Qi'an is angry, "Brother Chu, you did it on purpose."

"Can you be surprised?"

"It didn't work at all." Xu Qi'an rubbed the hot dough.

"That means the fire hasn't arrived."

Chu Yuanzhen suddenly rushed over, waving his slap continuously, Xu Qi'an tried his best to resist and avoid, but was still slapped a dozen big mouths.

Faced with the reluctant Chu Yuanzhen, he was completely angry, and at this moment, he blessed his soul and had a thought to vent.

Shit!

The sharp and unmatched blade cut out, distorting the air.

Chu Yuanzhen seemed unwilling to confront this sharp edge. He raised his head to avoid it, and the sword energy rushed into the sky, slowly dissipating.

"Sure enough!" Xu Qi'an was overjoyed.

The cut just now exceeded the limit of his usual sword energy. If he used it with Heaven and Earth, his power would be even higher.

"You really are a genius." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

What he said can be learned in one or three days, and Xu Qi'an only took one hour.

No, you are actually a genius who teaches students...Xu Qi'an complained.

"But if I have to be beaten every time I use this knife, is it too bad?"

Chu Yuanzhen replied: "So I said that it is easy to get started, but it is difficult to master. Your current mood requires external stimuli and cannot be actively displayed."

Ah, there is another secret method to practice...but I'm still the young man who waits to die after cutting a knife...Xu Qi'an feels his own way of practice. In an irreversible state.

He is learning more and more, but his methods of dealing with enemies are still monotonous and extreme.

"But the power I can burst is getting stronger and stronger. I wonder if there will be a day when no one can stop me from being a real master in the world?"

..........

That night, Xu Qi'an heard the second uncle talk about the battle in the Nancheng Ring.

"It is said that an extremely powerful swordsman made a shot, but still has not beaten the monk of the Western Regions." Xu Ershu said with emotion.

"There are so many masters in the capital, you can't even beat a little monk." The aunt ate and spit out casually.

"There are many masters in the capital, but it’s not good to spread out with big bullying. There are a lot of young masters, but it is said that they are unique to Buddhism, not to mention the same realm, even if they are higher than one grade, they may not be able to break ."

Xu Ershu popularizes science for his wife with long hair and short knowledge.

My aunt was trembling with anger after hearing this: "In the huge capital, even a good young man can't be picked out, so my family Erlang will not practice martial arts, otherwise the little monk will be stunned with a punch."

Xu Erlang waved his hand quickly: "No, no, mother, I can't do it."

After a pause, he said: "The Western Region Mission is indeed a little arrogant. Recently, I have been drinking with my classmates and talked about it. I was quite uncomfortable. There is a monk in Beicheng who chants and teaches the Fa every day. There are thousands of people every day. Listening to the scriptures is one or two hours, but those people are poor, how do they waste it?

"There is also the little monk in Nancheng, who relied on his thick skin and rants, but Wufu in the capital couldn't help him. My classmates all said that Wufu could only lie down."

These words offend Xu Dalang and Xu Ershu at the same time.

"You scholars just have a mouth open, and you can talk without saying anything." Xu Qi'an sneered.

"Justified."

Xu Pingzhi praised his nephew, and by the way suppressed his son Zhonghui Yuan, his wife, who was swelling day by day: "Erlang is not a material for martial arts, but Lingyin has fat arms and legs. He has plenty of strength and is more talented than him." /

Xu Lingyue glanced at her sister who was immersed in meat-eating, and chuckled softly: "At that time, I will really have to eat poorly at home."

After chatting for a few words, the second uncle sighed: "Don't talk about scholars, none of the colleagues in the guard is angry. Western monks are too arrogant."

There is a reason for Buddhism's arrogance. They originally came to raise the teacher to ask the crime... Xu Qianxin said.

..........

Night fell.

The monk in blue navy returned to the post and went straight to see Master Du'e, folded his hands together, and said: "Uncle Master, Jianzheng still doesn't see you."

In the orange candlelight, Master Duer's wrinkled face was half reflected by the candlelight and half hidden in the shadows.

"I see, you go down."

The monk retreated.

Master Du'e closed his eyes again, and a golden light burst into the sky at the sky.

The golden light rose slowly, cut through the night sky, and disappeared. About a few seconds later, the dark clouds in the night sky were rolling and thundering.

In the billowing black clouds, a ray of golden light lit up, and then a frenzy of golden light enveloped the entire capital.

The clouds trembled violently, and a Buddha's face appeared, his eyes widened and his eyebrows vertical.

This image of the Buddha is so huge, a face alone is half the size of the capital.

In the capital, the people were not affected at all, but all the practitioners felt fear and trembling in their hearts at the same time, just like small animals in the spring thunder.

Xu Qi'an woke up in his sleep, rushed out of the room with a pale face, raised his head to the sky, and saw a golden Buddha face condensed over the capital.

This scene has only been seen in my life, like the Buddha descending, overlooking the world from the clouds.

"哐........"

The east wing and the door next door opened at the same time, Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang rushed out, the father and son's legs were shaking constantly~IndoMTL.com~ Looking up at the sky.

"Father, eldest brother...Is the Western Region Buddhism going to shoot in the capital?" Xu Erlang trembled.

Xu Pingzhi was dumbfounded, and he had never seen such a horrible scene in his life.

"Supervisor, why dare not see this seat."

At this moment, the Dharma minister uttered words like a thunder, and the sound echoed through the capital.

"This Nima...The high-level combat power in this world is really terrifying..." Xu Qi'an shook his legs and said with emotion.

..............

PS: After holding a big chapter, it's boring to think about three or four thousand updates, so I kept writing after early morning last night and wanted to write 10,000 words, but later found that I was too overestimated.

Today are still two chapters, unchanged. This big chapter is regarded as compensation.

Remember to help correct the error, I will go to bed first