Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 210

The door of the Weituo Hall was closed in a hurry, and there were lingering sutras chanting, accompanied by the dust that had not been cleaned for a long time on the pillars of the Buddha Hall, scattered into a clear boundary to prevent outsiders from entering.

At this time, people from the Jianghu were blocked outside the hall. Facing the unpredictable and mysterious scene in front of them, they could vaguely see some incomprehensible places, and no one dared to push the door any more.

"Hey, did you hear what was read in it?"

"It's none of my business, I'm here to offer incense. It seems to be the verse of the Snow Mountain Dashi..."

"Quickly tell me, what do you mean!"

Apart from those from the rivers and lakes, there were also pilgrims from Jizu Mountain who came to watch. They are usually lay Buddhists who practice Buddhism at home and know a lot about Buddhist scriptures. Naturally, some people have heard the origin of these verses. At this time, he was grabbed for no reason, so he had no choice but to explain.

The pilgrim explained to the Jianghu people that according to the fourteenth volume of the "Nirvana Sutra", the Snow Mountain Master was the predecessor of Sakyamuni Buddha. Before the Buddha, he attained Buddhahood.

At that time, it was difficult to become a Buddha because there was no Dharma in the world in the past life. Therefore, Master Xueshan tried his best to seek Buddhist scriptures, but he couldn't get them. This half-line of the Buddha's gatha will not hesitate to sacrifice one's life to seek each other.

"Praying for a ghost to become a Buddha? What kind of nonsense is this?"

In the eyes of people in the Jianghu, it is absurd and bizarre for the Buddha to sacrifice his life to ask for ghosts. When he thinks of the old monks sitting in the hall who look like zombies, he can't help but feel a little bit of coolness in his heart. into their sleeves and trousers, and quietly climbed onto their bodies—could it be that these monks in Xitan Temple really practiced some heretical scriptures and classics?

The martial arts people heard only a few words, but they couldn't help being infected by the suspicious atmosphere. At this time, it was just a thin wooden door, but under the blessing of that inexplicable fear, it turned into a broken dragon stone that fell and closed instantly in the prince's tomb. In this way, inside and outside, darkness and light, stillness and movement are completely separated, and even the fragile boundary between death and life is blurred...

The people outside the hall hesitated and dared not approach, and the four masters who were trapped in the Wei Tuo hall even went in without knowing it.

But now the way to advance and retreat is not very clear. What's more, the six haggard and zombie-like old monks in front of them are still facing them, muttering and singing Buddhist verses, which makes them feel restless and unconscious up.

The four masters of Pingxi Palace were trapped inside, their hairs stood on end, their backs were leaning against the old monk who was repeating to the machine, he seemed to see them frowning for a while, and smiling for a while, but after a closer look, it was only mottled. The distorted changes of wrinkles in the dark light and shadow are more like dead bodies sitting side by side.

"Amitabha. Today the distinguished guests came to the door, and the old monks dared to sweep the dust with the [Five Luo Light Smoke Palm] to welcome the guests. If the courtesy is not proper, please forgive me..."

Layered and scattered voices sounded, and the six old monks put their palms together in front of them, their withered postures were uniform, and with the light movement of their palms, a whirlwind indeed swept through the empty room of Wei Tuo Hall, swirling black smoke and Come on, brushing the temples and scalps of a few people and passing by, the palm gesture does not show the demeanor that Jianghu martial arts should have, but it has a meaning like a green raccoon weeping blood and a gloomy firefly.

"How dare you pretend to be a ghost here! Look at the trick!"

The rough-looking swordsman's weapon has always been by his side day and night, and he is also wearing a precious sword at this time. The moment his finger touches the cold knife on his waist, this person is so clear that he can give birth to the spiritual platform, and he suddenly wakes up. All of his martial arts and vigor suddenly surged out, and there was a loud shout that shook the beams and roof tiles of the house.

The loud sound was transmitted to the outside of the hall, and the group of martial arts people who were infected by the mysterious atmosphere of the laymen finally recovered some lawless expressions in the past, and boasted to the pilgrims.

"It's He Dao Wang's voice! The bald donkey looks like he's about to lose his head!"

Pingxi Palace recruited many martial arts professionals, especially this swordsman. His swordsmanship is superb. In daily fights with people, the opponent is often lying on the ground before the sword is out of its sheath. It is hard for ordinary people to compare. Now that he speaks out and strikes first, he will definitely be able to sweep away the demons and monsters in the palace.

At this moment in the main hall, the three masters seemed to wake up in awe as they shouted loudly, only to see the furious King He Dao draw a saber from his waist, the long saber was still in the scabbard, and he swung his hand to chop Huashan with force.

This saber move was as fast as lightning, and it was close to the Pilu hat worn by the six monks in an instant, and it was about to fall on the old monk, smashing them into a puddle of flesh.

There seemed to be the sound of geese singing in the scabbard, but even in the midst of life and death, the six zombie-like old monks still didn't know it. Life and death, right now just let the other party do what they want.

Such an appearance of not being afraid of life and death is beyond the guesses of the four masters of the Pingxi Palace. If you want to come to Xitan Temple, it is nothing more than trying to persuade Pingxi Prince to be noble, and for this reason, they even closed the door intimately. I couldn't help but feel amused at my own paranoia.

But in the next second, there seemed to be a dead branch, and He Dao Wang's powerful knife suddenly disintegrated, and the entry was like walking on thin ice, and finally stopped abruptly three inches away from the old monk, leaving only his eyes The hideous look of staring round——

It's not a dead branch, it's a pair of dry and weak arms.

Or in other words, six pairs of withered and weak arms, at the same angle, with the same strength, and in the same posture, stretched out a finger with the right hand, and extended a palm with the left hand, looking so neat that it was ridiculous.

The faces of the old monks were expressionless, but the wind in their palms surged hard to ignore, and their fingers formed an angle just right. While clamping against the blade, they also completely blocked this mountain-collapsing force strike!
The three masters gasped, unable to believe the scene in front of them, retreating the enemy with the palm of their hand, and stopping the knife with their fingers, what an understatement and lightness of mastering kung fu!

If it is said that He Dao Wang's moves are fast, then the old monks' changes will be faster, so that they can block the enemy in Bandu with a decisive posture in the future, and even make He Dao Wang's follow-up strength unable to be used at all. He tried to change his moves, but the sword was still unable to move as if it was stuck in a quagmire.

"What a goose-winged long knife... Amitabha, it seems that the benefactor has never put down the butcher knife..."

The old man's voice sounded slowly, and I saw six old monks wearing Pilu crowns still bowed their heads and closed their eyes, unable to see the details of their faces clearly, only knowing that their faces did not look like living people at all, and the voices of several people were layer upon layer. Resounding through the eaves of the tiles, looking ahead and sometimes behind, if you want to trace the source of the sound, it seems to be talking to ghosts that originated from the belly of the old monks.

I saw the old monks suddenly pointed out, and the surging finger force was added to the blade again. He Dao Wang only felt that the force exerted on the blade was like a mountain in an instant. After the treasured sword bounced and returned to his hand, he himself stepped back three steps in succession, barely stopping his decline.

"This benefactor is too murderous, and the old monks had no choice but to use the [Yiyang fingering method] secreted by Dali to resist. I hope that the pure place of Buddhism in Xitan Temple can't entertain this benefactor who uses a knife..."

King He Dao's face sank like water, and his usual unrestrained appearance was gone. What flew out just now was not only the scabbard, but also his usual disguise of a gangster. Staring at the old monk, murderous aura rose and fell all over his body, and the murderous intent was so fierce that it made people feel like a thorn in his back.

The remaining three masters of Pingxi Palace backed away slowly at this time, not only because the six old monks individually issued an order to chase away King He Dao, but also because the superb martial arts displayed by the old monk was incomprehensible, and rash actions might cause side effects. It's better to let King He Dao go to find out the details.

"A certain family is going to enter the temple today, what can you do to me?!"

Seeing that the unexpected quick knife could not work, King He Dao switched to the side door knife method with strict rules and regular movements, and started circling around the old monk.

He Dao Wang Xiong kept his body low and half bent, and was walking slowly and calmly around the old monks in a rather tentative posture. His arms seemed to be brewing with great strength, and his eyes were constantly looking for the six monks. The weak point in the formation of the old monk's formation, and then he swung a knife involuntarily!

The light in Wei Tuo Hall was dim, but the long knife was full like autumn water pouring down on the ground, and it could exude a bit of cold light around it. It is no wonder that the old monks praised this knife alone, because the light of the knife was sharpened, It has no shoulders and is sharp, shaped like a flying goose's feathers, but it is much longer than ordinary goose-winged sabers. It is an extremely sharp goose-winged saber!

This knife originated from the military battle formation. Even after it was introduced into the martial arts, it still has a simple and practical style. The head of the knife is not like the sharp point with arcs intersecting like the Yanling knife, but cuts off the two corners, leaving wing-like teeth in the middle for use The blocking weapon looks like wild geese chirping, and the common "golden thread big ring knife" is actually a kind of wild goose wing knife, except that the back is punched with an iron ring.

King He Dao sneered a few times, faintly aware of the demagogic intention in the words of the old monk, his eyes were piercing, but he was unmoved at all, and in an instant he swung his saber again, fiercely and fiercely The number of hot moves, the moves are fast and slow, rising and falling, the moves are consistent with the old monk's vital points, the geese's wings whistling like a gust of wind sweeping leaves, the sound is so loud that it can be heard outside the hall, and the heads of the generals are rolling at any time.

Outside the hall heard the frightened sound of the goose-winged long sword, and there was another burst of applause. The people in the martial arts stared at the hall full of excitement: "The geese have passed people to death! Congratulations to the sword king for showing his true skills!"

But on the other side, the old monk who was sitting in formation did not move half a bit, sitting cross-legged like a mountain waving his hands, but pointing out one after another with his right index finger, the movement of the fingers was slow and fast, slow and elegant, and fast. As fast as lightning, following the rhythm of the swordsman, every point of the finger is exactly the same as He Dao Wang's strong attack. The light of the sword flickered and the shadows of the fingers flew in Wei Tuo hall for a while, and there was no one knife that could reach it. Great work!

"The one-yang finger kung fu spoken by the old monk is really extraordinary..."

The three masters who watched the battle with bated breath behind sighed secretly, their eyes were filled with strange looks. You must know that He Dao Wang's sword skills are a mixture of hundreds of schools, and they are easy to follow. It takes a lot of effort for ordinary people to figure out the way. Not to mention breaking through the weak point of the saber as soon as it is shot, and taking the opportunity to stop the Qianjun saber's momentum.

What's more, although this fingering seems to be far away, it can bully people in front of them. Every time they use a strike, they will get away, and they will retreat when they attack. Although the hands of the monks are in extremely fast movements, their minds are always hidden in the ancient silence. They are just contemplating the world in all directions with an empty Zen mind and dealing with the disturbance of a speck of dust in front of them.

The cascading old voice was still chanting sutras, and the "Gathering of the Snow Mountain Dashi's Sacrifice" almost turned into a tangible body and rushed towards several people one after another. It faintly used kung fu such as a lion's roar to capture the attention of several people. Their hearts and minds shook their fighting spirit, only King He Dao was fighting head-on at this time, becoming more and more courageous, and the battle with the old monk became fiercer.

Facing the anxiety of the battle situation, the swordsman chose to turn his offensive again at this time, chopping, chopping, chopping, and teasing like a madman, pulling, pressing, twisting, and twisting like a ghost, with a sigh of relief in his chest, hold the treasured sword tightly, and do whatever you want. Going around like splashing water, even if there is a stubborn mountain rock in front of you at this time, it may not be able to leave a whole body in the midst of slashing and chopping.

"Amitabha, if the benefactor is determined not to give up, the old monks can only use the finger to replace the sword, and use this [Duanjia swordsmanship] to master your master's brilliant move..."

The six old monks changed their moves again, their fingering skills changed from fierce and strong to both powerful and skillful, and their movements in one formation were like flowing clouds and flowing water, which dazzled people. Even the two masters of fist and palm who had just been watching attentively could not help but frown at this moment. Only the Eight Immortals swordsmen, as experts in the use of swords, can easily see the way from it.

The fingering in front of him was indeed evolved from a superb swordsmanship, and the traces of the fingering just now have disappeared without a trace.

At this time, as the old monk himself said, they refer to the sword. Every attack and defense is done without losing the law. In the extremely light and elegant sword moves, there is also a kingly look. No matter how rampant He Dao Wang swings his sword, it is just like a drunk trying to ram the emperor's chariot, and it will be futile.

The few people present are all famous martial arts masters, so they can naturally see the strength and depth of kung fu. At this time, they don't even need to see the end, the kung fu itself has already been distinguished.

In their eyes, those dazzling movements are only secondary. They only feel that even though He Daowang's peerless sword skills emerge in endlessly, it is more like making a futile effort against a deep and unwavering ancient lake and moon shadow. Thousands of swords After the scars pass, thousands of clear lights will disperse, but everyone knows that when the weather is calm, the only thing left in the ancient pool will be the bright moon.

All of a sudden, three people who should know little about Buddhism suddenly understood the reason why He Dao Wang was in vain—the moon is not in the eyes, nor in the water, nor in the sky, just as the Tathagata is neither here nor there , not in midstream...

The Eight Immortals swordsmen fell into wild thoughts, and suddenly heard two fist masters discussing in a low voice behind them, what they were talking about was the origin of the martial arts of these monks in Xitan Temple.

"These martial arts are formidable, as if they have been honed over thousands of years. They are definitely not something that can be cultivated by the people in the mountains and fields. Looking at the places where they make their moves, there is still room for strength. It seems that they have accumulated hard work for no less than 30 years. What is the origin... "

"If you and I do it, I don't know how sure it is. Just now they said 'Duanjia', could it be that these monks really found some martial arts classics left by Dali Kingdom, and practiced quietly in the temple? But why is this Dali Kingdom? Have you ever had such superb martial arts?"

"It's hard to say. "Lamp Records of Wuwei Temple" says that Duan Zhengyan, the king of Dali, liked swords and swords when he was young. He learned from two masters, Liuxuan and Miaocheng, at the age of seven. Maybe the Mu family found these magical methods and handed them over to the monks to deduce them secretly..."

The Eight Immortal Swordsmen laughed dumbly, and the two people behind them really came to see He Daowang's joke on purpose, and had no intention of helping at all.

Although in his heart he disdained the swordsman for his seemingly innocent but ungrateful personality, he also knew that the monks' actions against King He Dao must have seen that he was the leader of the operation in the Pingxi Palace, so he borrowed his "murderous aura" It's too heavy", now that the personal grievances of the two are put aside, the overall situation should be put first.

Ordinary martial arts people in the Pingxi Palace may not be clear, but the swordsman knows it clearly in his heart. Although this King He Dao is called a master of the rivers and lakes, his kung fu skills cannot wash away the traces left by the fighting on the battlefield, and the human life on his body. To say the least, there are a few hundred, plus his strong Liaodong accent, it must be inseparable from the Liaodong powerhouse who was born in Pingxi Wang Wu Sangui.

And the two people behind them are pretty good at fisting and kicking, but unfortunately their vision is not broad enough, and the layout of the city is still too far away. It is a fluke to be able to steal three or four.

However, the Swordsman of the Eight Immortals understands that not everyone in the world has this vision, after all, his origin is unusual.

He and his younger brother were originally Pingxi King Wu Sangui, who defected when they encircled and suppressed the remnants of Chuang Wang Li Zicheng in Hubei. He has the foundation of Wudang Kungfu, and behind it represents the power of Wudang faction in the southwest region. He became the second master of the Pingxi Palace. As it should be.Jianghu is a small world, how can the ordinary people in it be free from vulgarity?

Now among the martial arts masters in the Pingxi Palace, the Liaodong lineage swordsmen dominate the overall situation, followed by the Eight Immortals swordsmen from Wudang, Hubei, and the two hermit masters from Emei and Qingcheng come again. Thinking of it, I can't help but sigh how powerful Pingxi King Wu Sangui's tactics are.

At the same time, he even heard that there is a master swordsman hidden in Prince Pingxi's mansion, that is the real trump card figure who can overwhelm the heroes. The strength under King Pingxi's command may be beyond imagination...

But at this moment, the posture of King He Dao, who had been unable to attack for a long time, changed suddenly, and the phantom in the eyes of the three people with different intentions also suddenly changed. A shadow gradually emerged in the deep ravine of the empty valley, as if there was a ichthyosaur about to appear at the bottom of the water. Leaping out of the water, completely smashing up this calm marshland, and then swallowing the Moon Shadow Lake water, duckweed and algae in one go!
The three masters woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was He Dao Wang who stepped on the ground and raised his saber to bully the old monk with his legs crossed. !
This move is too ruthless, you must know that the force from the ground is turned into a whole body, and the strength of the whole body is also from the bottom up. The six old monks have always maintained a cross-legged posture. After all, it is difficult to move freely, and it is difficult to end if you stick to it for a long time.

When King He Dao was obviously not as good as his opponent in martial arts, he decisively chose to avoid his edge and attack him to save him. In this way, even if the old monks tried to resist again, their strength would have to be a little weaker than usual. How can he stop this blow with mental arithmetic and inadvertently?

Seeing this, the swordsman couldn't help but secretly sighed, He Dao Wang was really good at kung fu, and he could come up with such a strange move to turn defeat into victory.

When the winning ticket was in his hands, the swordsman's heart suddenly rang an alarm. He remembered the knife master he met on the side of the road the day before yesterday. After thinking about it carefully after the storm, I realized that it was far worse, and the fear in my heart was also higher than the wave.

"Shut up, you are not their opponent!"

King He Dao yelled again and exerted his strength again. The sword move was indomitable, and he was about to cut the nearest old monk in two, but suddenly he saw six old monks stretching out their fingers in unison, pointing towards his place. The Jun Dao has already risen from the ground, how could it be possible to withstand the blade with its long arms alone, and it is even more impossible to hold the sword with a sparse posture, it is obvious that it is clumsy to deal with it.

But it is the posture pointed out, in the eyes of the Eight Immortals swordsmen, it is "Duanjia swordsmanship", in the eyes of fist masters, it is "Yiyang fingering method", obviously the martial arts moves have been blurred to the extreme, and only one picture is left. The splashed ink landscape is similar, with a few strokes leaning vertically and horizontally, accompanied by a shadow of a misty rain.

But in the eyes of King He Dao, this pointing point has the majesty of the sword, and his gestures are not pointing at the sword, which is quite earth-shattering and stormy. Although holding the sword in hand, after being away from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood for many years, I once again feel the coldness of being about to become a dead soul under the sword! ! !
The door in the middle of the Wei Tuo Hall opened suddenly, and a majestic and mighty figure flew out of the sky. The bright blood splashed first, and then the figure landed and shook the soil.

A long goose-winged knife that was out of hand was thrown far away, and finally stuck straight into the ground, revealing traces of disintegration and fragmentation on the knife body. Obviously, if he hadn't returned the knife to protect himself just now, the current He Dao King is not only He fell to the ground and vomited blood, lying down for a long time!

"Amitabha. You can make an old monk use the [Six Meridians Divine Sword], and the benefactor is quite proud in the Jianghu..."

A faint old voice came from the Wei Tuo Hall. The God-man Bodhisattva was still watching all living beings, but the gate was closed again for some reason, leaving only the silent martial arts people outside the hall, and laymen saying "Snow Mountain Dashi Sacrifice His Life" The intermittent chanting of "Gatha"...

(End of this chapter)