Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 365 There is a laughing forest in Kunlun Mountain

Dream Valley in Kunlun Mountains.

In the valley, the four seasons are like spring, with brilliant flowers, evergreen trees, cold rocks and black cliffs.

Logically speaking, the Kunlun Valley must be somewhat humid, especially in places with lush plants. However, the air in this Dream Valley is dry and pleasant. As long as you don’t go to places where flowers and plants are too lush, even if you are walking under the shade of trees, It will not be contaminated with a little bit of wet mist.

The entire valley is filled with a kind of yang and harmony.

And the source of this yang and harmony is a solemn ancient temple.

This ancient temple occupies a large area, divided into Bathing Yard, Xiangji Yard, Pharmacist Yard, Leiyin Yard, and Oolong Yard, where disciples of the temple's disciples learn literature and martial arts, live, live, and practice martial arts.

There are also the Sutra Pavilion, the Thousand Buddha Hall, the Bronze Body Pagoda, and the Patriarch Cave, all of which were accumulated by the masters of the past generations.

There are also cliff carvings, forest of [-] steles, white horse lotus pond, and Tibetan soldier mountain tomb, all of which are used to commemorate the people who died in the confrontation with the demon envoys in the past dynasties.

When the rooster crowed, the gray-clothed monk and the round-faced young man in sportswear with a big belly, holding a big broom made of thin bamboo, pushed open the main entrance of the ancient temple and came out to clean the fallen leaves.

According to the rules here, the combination of daily duty is all one monk and one layman.

Although they possess martial arts, there are temple rules that warn all disciples not to use martial arts intentionally, except when they are practicing, whether they are eating, bathing, walking, sitting, lying down, or cleaning. Among them, he participated in the true meaning of martial arts of Huimeng Xinfa.

Under the first ray of sunlight in the morning, the monks with simple clothes and appearance were cleaning the fallen leaves together with the lazy and fat young man. The rustling sound of the broom and the ground did not have a special charm.

The sunlight shines on the temple plaque that has been hung for hundreds of years, and the three characters "Shao, Lin, Temple" are clearly revealed.

The short-haired young man was wearing rubber sneakers with yellow soles and white edges. He swept around, looked up inadvertently, and immediately opened his mouth.

"Who did this?"

He jumped up, grabbed the plaque, and peeled off a blank sheet of paper.

The word "less" was written crookedly on the paper.

The gray-clothed monk came over to take a look, burst out laughing, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "There are only three strokes in total, and it can be written so ugly. Who else can it be? It must be another kid from Wulongyuan."

The short-haired young man turned the paper over, and there was a dirty little palm print on the back of the paper. It seemed that the prankster inadvertently pressed the little dirty hand on it.

On the plaque, the part that was originally covered by the white paper is also exposed, showing the whole picture.

Xiaolin Temple.

The short-haired young man looked up and sighed: "Oh, if I hadn't been 14 years old and a mature adult when I came here, I probably would have wanted to change this name."

The monk in gray asked strangely, "Is there something wrong with this name?"

The short-haired young man shook his head and said, "Brother, haven't you seen Shaolin Temple?"

"Oh, that movie."

The monk in gray nodded, "The one starring Xu Zhengyang, the abbot organized us to watch it together."

The short-haired young man said: "That movie has been around for ten years now. I came here after watching that movie first. Xu Zhengyang's Drunken Sword is really handsome, but having said that, I don't seem to see him act in movies very much these years. "

The gray-clothed monk said: "I do know this. According to the abbot, Xu Zhengyang also has other jobs."

The short-haired young man was suddenly surprised: "How did the abbot know these things?"

The gray-clothed monk recalled: "He seems to have some connection with our temple, although he also has a connection with Shaolin. In the past, the abbot asked some of our senior brothers to go out and send some things. At that time, Xu Zhengyang was in Hong Kong. We sent him A silver gun. I also gave a few swords to Detective Liu who is also in Hong Kong."

The short-haired young man asked curiously, "Brother Meng Yi, tell me in detail."

The gray-clothed monk shook his head: "There's nothing to say, but I'm more impressed by Inspector Liu, because what Xu Zhengyang gave was just a gun, but Inspector Liu was given many, many swords. "

"What Juque Sword, Qingyun Sword, Wuji Sword, Yulou Sword, Mysterious Artifice Sword, Iron Painting Silver Hook Sword, Huguo Sword, Guhong Sword, and others I don't remember, there are too many."

Monk Mengyi was talking, with a bit of squeamish expression on his face, and said, "Hey, if I have to say something, the deepest impression I had when I went out was..."

The voice behind him was too low, and the fat young man immediately came over: "What is it?"

Monk Mengyi said quietly: "Those two benefactors are so handsome."

The fat young man gasped and backed away again and again.

Monk Mengyi asked suspiciously: "Junior Brother Zi Cong, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Zicong wiped the sweat from his forehead with the piece of paper just now.

Monk Mengyi was surprised and said: "Young brother, why are you sweating so much? You just jumped a little bit. Are you so tired? Junior brother, are you too fat? Oh, I remember you were very handsome when you first came to the temple , getting fatter and fatter these years..."

There was more sweat on Zicong's forehead, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed: "Brother, look over there, is there a black shadow flying past?"

"Junior Brother, don't lie to me. I advise you to lose weight for your own good. Now in our monastery, only Tang Niu from Xiangjiyuan can compete with you in terms of weight."

Monk Mengyi was nagging, turned his head to look over there, and immediately leaned back in shock.

"Why are there so many black shadows? They're not flying, they're obviously running on the ground. What's that?!"

………………

On a peak ten miles away from Dream Valley.

The Wuxiang King took on the appearance of the Yin-Yang Dharma King, wearing a black and red ancient costume with big sleeves billowing in the wind, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the ancient temple in the distance.

Jiuju and the maid in red stood behind him.

After arriving in Kunlun, in the Dream Valley, the aura belonging to Hong Rixin was too obvious.

Ordinary people might not notice it, but to King Wuxiang, that aura was too dreadful, so he didn't rush to do it, but commanded these subordinates to be the vanguard.

Wuxiang Wang had quite a few subordinates, but most of them were wiped out 45 years ago, and the most elite ones left were Eunuch Chen's line. Going to Luoyang, there are two groups of evil stars.

Since he is not his own direct descendant, the Wuxiang King certainly doesn't care too much about the feelings of those temporarily seconded from the Yin-Yang world.

It's like he never cared how countless warm and happy places like Xiaolin Temple were destroyed by the turmoil they caused.

However, the hands of Yin and Yang are not tools without self-awareness, they obviously also have their own thoughts.

Under the signal of the red-clothed maid, the people in the Yin-Yang Realm did not go directly to attack the Dream Valley, but first flew around the nearby mountains, performed the Yin-Yang Magic Art separately, and bewitched the people in those mountain villages .

Let people from one village after another, in a state of madness after being bewitched, rush out to the Great Dream Valley in a frenzy, to create chaos and test the truth.

The people in those villages are also preparing breakfast.

Some families with good conditions even turned on the TV, and the whole family held porridge bowls, and if they were satisfied, they would eat pickles or yesterday's leftovers and drink porridge while watching TV.

But when those long-sleeved robes in the Yin-Yang Realm seemed to be real, they flew over their village with the whistling sound of ghosts.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks being knocked over and smashed was heard one after another. People, regardless of age, ran out frantically, grabbing all kinds of sundries and using them as weapons.

Even children, babbling and rushing forward with broken bowls and chopsticks.

There are also stronger people who ran directly to the electric pole that had been erected for a few years, and shook the pole with all their strength.

The villages in the mountains have become a mess.

The crowd ran wildly, flocking to the Great Dream Valley.

The laughter in Xiaolin Temple was overwhelmed by the sudden ringing of the bell. Everyone lost their smiles and became vigilant.

The disciples who already had a solid foundation in martial arts all rushed out of the temple.

Meng Yi and Zi Cong led them to meet the rushing crowd.

With this touch, something went wrong.

"Guanyin, why is it my third uncle?!"

"I'm Buddha's kindness... Wait a minute, senior brother, the one on your left is my mother, what are you doing, mother, what's wrong with you?"

Most of the lay disciples of Xiaolin Temple are recruited from all over the world. They are either outstanding talents, or have a fate with Xiaolin Temple for many generations, or are orphans adopted by the Hong family. After laying a good foundation, they are sent here to study.

However, many of the monks in Xiaolin Temple are related to the villagers in the nearby mountain villages, and they were all sent to the temple since they were young.

After many people become adults, their martial arts talents are not good enough, or if their family members persuade them, they will return to vulgarity.

The monks were flustered when they recognized their relatives and friends. What was even more troublesome was that many of these villagers had learned martial arts. Throwing tens of meters, tearing brick walls with hands, the force is like a fragrant elephant.

Fortunately, the disciples of the lay school were very strong, and they used acupuncture techniques one after another to temporarily suppress the situation.

But the crowds kept coming.

when! ! !
The bronze bell rang again.

Golden figures flew out of the temple one by one, with various flying postures, some sitting cross-legged, some stepping on one foot in the air, some resting their chins on their hands, and some twitching their long eyebrows.

The sound of chanting came from them, flat and indifferent, with repeated tones. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of yawning, kneading joints, and moving muscles from the chanting.

Such scriptures are neither solemn nor solemn, but it is such a sound full of smoke and fire, the volume is the same when listening to it close up, and the same volume when listening to it from a distance.

The voice heard ten miles away is no different from the voice heard in front of them.

Everything is equal and ordinary, all in the sound of chanting!
The surging crowd stopped one after another and regained their sobriety. They were surprised why they appeared here. Some adults immediately picked up their children, feeling scared for a while.

And in the far sky, people from the Yin-Yang Realm were also forced to appear by the sound of chanting sutras, losing their illusory disguise and revealing entities dancing in the air.

They were all waving their long sleeves, and it was difficult to distinguish between men and women for a while, but there were smiles on their faces like setting fire to moths and hot water rushing into an ant nest.

After being forced out by the sound of sutra chanting, the rare happiness of these people suddenly turned into anger, and the Yin-Yang magic skill made a magic sound that blurred the scenery and made the heart crack.

The two kinds of sound skills confront each other, the mountain roads, slopes outside the Dream Valley, the mountains in the forest, and some tourists' vehicles and tents, all kinds of scenery are sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, as if they have fallen into a long stalemate.

"Hehehehahahaha!!"

But at this moment, Wuxiang Wang Changxiao changed his tone, and the laughter came out like billowing dust and smoke.

"If you haven't shown up at this level, there really is a ghost!"

As soon as he stamped his feet, the cliff under his feet suddenly tilted and broke, and the maid in red and Jiuju hurriedly floated back and landed on the top of a mountain behind.

When Wuxiang Dharma King soared into the sky, the power of Wuxiang Divine Art enveloped the cliff, rose instead of falling, flew in front of Wuxiang Dharma King, was kicked by him, smashed through layers of air, and exploded The ring-shaped air wave pierced through the air.

Half of the cliff, the inside is unknown how many boulders, how much soil, and stacks of plants. At this moment, it is wrapped by Wuxiang Shengong as a whole, and it breaks away without any sign of disintegration.

Many disciples in Xiaolin Temple, when they saw the huge shadow, layers of air billowed and elongated, and fell towards the valley, they all turned pale in shock and couldn't speak for a while.

They couldn't believe it. A few minutes ago, everyone just got up and lived their usual life in the monastery, making fun of each other and complaining. Why did things suddenly become like this?
If the half of the cliff were to smash in at this speed.

In the entire Great Dream Valley, everything will be razed to the ground.

At this moment, a figure flashed into the sky.

Zicong can indeed compete for the fattest person in the entire Xiaolin Temple, but he can also compete for the best lightness kung fu person in the Xiaolin Temple.

The mystery of Qinggong is that it can make a fat man who is heavier than a pig fly in the air like a bird.

Zicong is not as fat as an adult pig, but his lightness definitely surpasses all birds in the world.

Meng Yi watched him crash into the half of the cliff, and couldn't help stretching out his hand: "Junior Brother Zi Cong—"

In fact, before he had time to spread these four words, Zicong had already touched the half of the cliff with a confident expression.

The expression is so confident, as if this kind of big difficulty and crisis can only be solved by him, and he finally waited for this opportunity, and he will definitely be able to solve it with a heroic smile.

And when Zi Cong went, his whole body was trembling slightly, so absolutely no one could see that his legs were so frightened that his legs were weak and his calves were trembling.

At that moment, he touched the half of the cliff, and immediately changed his direction, dexterously turning around the half of the cliff from the side.

In such a circle, three 40 yuan boulders were dug out by him and scattered in all directions.

That half of the cliff was originally irregular, a bit like a pyramid shape, but now it has been "slimmed down" and has become a bit like a gourd.

The eighteen arhats shining golden in the sky almost exclaimed joyfully for him.

But this is far from enough.

If half of the cliff fell down before, it would level the Great Dream Valley, but now, the result will not be much better.

But Zicong had no chance to work harder. When he dug out those boulders, his whole body would also be repelled by Wuxiang Zhenqi.

Although he successfully circled around, when he just completed the circle, he was thrown far away like a meteor hammer being thrown away.

Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.

Abbot Guoqing had already sent the young monk into the Patriarch Cave, and turned around to come out, before he could swing the saber in time.

The blade issued a clear shadow, flashing several times in the air.

The half of the cliff, which already looked like a gourd, suddenly fell apart.

Cracked again.

Crack again.

It was split into thousands of pieces of earth and rocks, the speed was greatly reduced, and the strength was greatly weakened. They scattered and fell to the grassland and wasteland around Xiaolin Temple.

There was smoke and dust outside the temple, and there were repeated bangs.

Inside the temple, King Wuxiang had already stretched out a hand, and put it on Abbot Guoqing's shoulder from behind.

Abbot Guoqing suddenly felt his dentures ache.

　I wish my friends a happy National Day and a happy holiday!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)