The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 128: Bodhisattva crossing the river

　　 Going alone to Beimang Chapter 129 Bodhisattva Crossing the River [Update Time]:2013-07-1423:31:40[Words]:2682

　　

　　 The white-clothed monk carried a large section of the Yellow River across the Tianmen, flooding the Taoist School. The pilgrims inside and outside of the Eighteen Views were dumbfounded. They saw the Yellow River hanging from the sky, but I was afraid that the monk lost his mind and tilted the Wanjun River on top of everyone's heads. That would be a waste of death, and it could be called a fish in the pond. The white-clothed monk went straight to the floating mountain. There was a lot of discussion at the foot of the mountain. Many pilgrims were hooked after returning to God. This vision is really a well-deserved fairy. How many times can the world see it? In addition to the believers who came to the Eighteenth Taoist Temple to burn incense, there are actually a large number of people who deliberately sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Inconspicuous, he rarely raises his head to look directly at people, and he can't see how to show his demeanor, so he is taller. He came to the foot of the mountain half a decade ago, and he was not surprised by food, clothing, housing and transportation. Like many pilgrims, he gnawed on onion pancakes, and it was cool. At night, he just found an open space and lay down, covered with a long gown as a quilt. When he saw the white-clothed monk leaping over the heavenly gate, he seemed to be looking for the trouble of the real Qilin, so he had no idea of ​​continuing to stay. About to turn around, Wen Xu smiled, stopped, and walked next to a small, sturdy black man with long arms like an ape that could reach his knees. His earlobes were unusually thick, similar to the ears of a statue of a Bodhisattva. I can only say that it is a blessing that is not thin. The middle-aged man has indifferent eyes and closes his lips. Standing side by side with the relatively young man in plain clothes, the person is more popular than the other, the latter who was not brilliant, he immediately It was set off with gentleness and elegance, and smiled: "I expected you to come, but I didn't expect to see you again."

　　

　　 The dark man gave a hum.

　　

　　 The man in a long gown raised his hand to his eyes and looked into the distance. The two real men of the Taoist School stayed behind the old monks of the Liangchan Temple. Real people have not been able to break, such a King Kong is not bad, it is a King Kong physique."

　　

　　The middle-aged man calmly said: "The saints of the three religions are different from us. They reach their peaks within their respective realms. It doesn't matter what land gods are, and I can't envy them."

　　

　　 The tall man in his 30s chuckled softly: "I thought you were going to tear the Yellow River with your hands."

　　

　　 The man shook his head and said: "Five real people beat up the dragon tree monk, and Li, who is an apprentice, pays tribute to the Taoist school. Even if the venue is a little bigger, it is not too much. At present, it seems that the two Buddhist temples dominate the law, and the Taoist school does not. Be reasonable. I just watch the fun and don’t join in the fun."

　　

The man who had been standing in the year of 　　 retracted his gaze. He turned out to be a pair of pupilless silver eyes. He gloated and said: "This heavy rain is approaching, and the moral sect has become a pond. Our Beimang Taoist face can be considered lost. If it were. How can the national teacher still have the face to exterminate the Buddha if he doesn't make a move?"

　　

　　The leisurely sentiment of watching people's jokes, the man without a man next to him, his words are as plain as ever, and he never deliberately gives people the feeling of thunder, "then I don't know."

　　

　　"The Dragon Tree sacred monk explained the Diamond Sutra. It is a pity that you did not hear it."

　　

The 　　 man frowned and said: "Hong Jingyan, Monk Nagarjuna has read a book of Diamond Sutra in his entire life, and he has achieved the golden body of the Buddha. But you have to hold everything in your hand. It will not benefit you from your future martial arts attainments, but is harmful. "

　　

　　 The silver-eyed man called Hong Jingyan laughed at himself, "Anyway, I can't beat you in martial arts, so it's better to learn more fancy skills to scare people. Look at the borrowed sword of Li Chungang from the Liyang Dynasty, and Li beware this time hanging on the river in the air, he must be able to talk about the rivers and lakes for forty to fifty years."

　　

The 　　 man seems to be incomprehensible, saying: "How to persuade is my business, and how to do it is your business."

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan laughed blankly, "Who do you really want to do, who dares not to do it?"

　　

　　The honest man laughed.

　　

　　Hong Jingyan, who was shot down from the fourth throne of the world by Luoyang in white, suggested: "Eat something?"

　　

The 　　 man nodded and said: "I walked in a hurry on this road, and I didn't bring any money. I will pay you back in the future."

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan moved his feet, laughing and crying, "You care about this with me?"

　　

　　 I never thought that the man said straightforwardly: "You and I didn't make the friendship that way."

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan laughed heartily, no longer insisting on his own opinions. A nearby Taoist temple had vegetarian dishes, but it was overcrowded, and the two waited patiently. During the period, the man bumped the frizzy pilgrim, and didn't move, but the burly pilgrim was awkward. He stretched out his hand to support it, and the pilgrim came to morality. Zong burns incense to ask for money, but he is not a good person who sincerely asks Daoxin gods. After eating, he originally wanted to get angry, but he just saw the man standing beside the farmer who was not defeated by himself, and he cursed and left before leaving. The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to this. Hong Jingyan knew this person’s temperament, but he was accustomed to it. The two finally waited for a table. Hong Jingyan ordered two bowls of plain noodles. They sat opposite each other and ate the noodles. Hong Jingyan exhausted his energy. The noodles entered his mouth, and he asked vaguely: "The King Kong that we walked step by step is in the three realms of Xuan Tianxiang. In the end, it is invincible with the King Kong of the monks of the two Zen temples, the Zhixuan of the real Qilin, and Cao Changqing's celestial phenomena. What’s the difference? In the realm of Wufu, it looks like Deng Tai’a’s Xuan Xuan, but it’s not the same as ours."

　　

　　The man finished eating the noodles, put his chopsticks down on the bowl, and shook his head: "I'm not good at reasoning. If you want to, just fight."

　　

　　 fight with you? Hong Jingyan didn't take this shot at all, and asked and answered calmly: "I can do it by taking the Yellow River water through the Tianmen. Of course, it will definitely be more difficult. But Li Dao has to be careful, like he won't pour the Yellow River water. I don’t want to or dare to squeeze the heads of all the people. If I’m replaced by me, I’m going to be as comfortable as I can. Taoists pay attention to the gods at the top of their heads. If a monk wants to become a Buddha, he must first have a Buddha in his heart. After all, in the three teachings. People are all made by taking advantage of the situation. Since they borrowed something from God, it is like borrowing money from the people, making people feel soft and uncomfortable. Those who dare to be big-handed become side-doors or wild foxes. In the final analysis, their longevity is harmonious. Being comfortable is not really comfortable in my opinion. As for Confucianism, it is a prison for scholars. In the final analysis, only the martial arts can prove the truth with strength."

　　

The 　　 man frowned and said, "I still haven't said the point."

　　

　　 Today, Hong Jingyan, who has no sharp edge at all, chuckled softly: "Don't say this, give me a precise word, when the two countries will fight again, then I will go to your place to settle down."

　　

　　 The middle-aged man is noncommittal. Hong Jingyan doesn’t feel that he is negligent and underestimates himself. He leaned back in his chair lazily and said slowly: “Your Majesty has cleaned up the rivers and lakes for many years. Shu Jianhuang is such a stunning quack. It’s miserable, these people are probably good if there are only one out of ten. It’s really not worth it for them."

　　

　　 The dark and silent man clasped his fingers together, still silent.

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan asked suddenly: "You said that the two of us, sneak a trip to the palace of the Liyang Dynasty, can you get the head of the emperor of the Zhao family? Or go to Beiliang and kill Xu Xiao?"

　　

The 　　 man glanced at this blockbuster man in the Chess and Sword Music House, and wrote lightly: "Although I don’t understand Buddhism, I have also heard the original saying in the Chinese saying that Dao is one foot high and evil is one foot high. I dare Surely when you and I stood at the gate of the imperial palace, the Emperor Xianzhi of Emperor Wu had been waiting for a long time. As for Xu Xiao, it was involved in the overall situation of Liang Mang Li Yang's three legs, since you have ambitions, you are not willing to kill if you want to kill. Besides, you also kill. Can't drop."

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan sighed~IndoMTL.com~The middle-aged man asked: "I heard you lost to her?"

　　

　　 The front two feet of the chair under Hong Jingyan's seat were off the ground and swayed. The man who had watched the demon grow up in Luoyang with his own eyes said with a calm face: "Lose. She is not cheap. She destroyed one hundred and twenty. Six orifices, unfeelingly determined, and one living dead. Later, he smashed the lizhu to Deng Tai'a's sword qi, which will not last long."

　　

　　 The man is a little sorry.

　　

　　 He stood up and left the Taoist temple straight away.

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long breath, almost instantly soaked in cold sweat.

　　

　　 walked into a woman wearing a drapery hat and hugging a pipa, sitting quietly next to Hong Jingyan, lifting a little drapery hat with her delicate hands, revealing half of her face.

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan took a look, then asked Taoist temple for a bowl of plain noodles, and said: "He can owe the debt, you can't."

　　

　　The half-faced woman's face is tender and old, hoarse like an old woman: "She is not dead yet, how do you calculate what you owe?"

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan sneered and said: "You and that concubine are also worthy of asking for an account with me?"

　　

　　 The woman presses a lute string in an instant.

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan stretched out, "Don't be frustrated with me, you are holding on before you eat plain noodles? You see that I am more acquainted, but if I can't beat that guy, I know I will treat someone to dinner."

　　

　　 Hong Jingyan can't beat the number of people.

　　

　　 And the big bodhisattva who can make Hong Jingyan look like a big enemy has already crossed the Yellow River to the far north ice field.