Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 574 Lingao Island Dharma Assembly, King Ananda's Pure Sword

On this day, on Ling'ao Island overseas, there was a magnificent Buddha's light soaring into the sky, and the sound of chanting sutras was faint.

But the primordial spirit taught the law, and all the cultivators came to court.

The golden Buddha's light diffused, and it seemed to fill this seemingly boundless vast world at once. For a while, only the golden light shone everywhere, strange fragrance fell from the sky, golden lotuses gushed from the ground, densely filled the ground, and countless chants came from all directions in the void. The sound is like a wonderful place in Lingshan.

Around Ling'ao Island, there are countless water creatures with undeveloped spiritual wisdom, who come to the surface and strive to be contaminated by the Buddha's light.

Among them are Lingao, sharks, seabirds, and goshawks. These creatures that hunted and attacked each other in the past, under the light of the Buddha, have temporarily lost their natural temperament in the past, and are all immersed in the peace and tranquility of Buddhism. middle.

Of course, the method of detachment is precious, and the world changes and people are light, so it should not be passed on lightly. The Yuanchen master in Lingao Island is too expensive to be a monk of the Yuanshen. Forget it, practitioners who go to the island and want to hear the true meaning of the wonderful dharma always have to bring some small gifts.

Or a few catties of spiritual iron, or a few pills. Fortunately, Buddhist disciples on Ling'ao Island don't care. its bit.

Among them are a dozen Yuanying Zhenjun, several Yuanshen people, most of whom are old friends of Yuanchen Master or Daoists, who came to join in the fun and sat on the side seats.

At this time, the eastern sky suddenly turned into a deep red, and its light was majestic, majestic, and long-lasting.

Complementing each other with the local Buddha light in Ling'ao Island, it is not only not weak, but even more luxurious and solemn.

Immediately afterwards, a huge speeding chariot flew from far away in the sky. There were nine red dragons pulling the chariot in front of it. The entire chariot exuded colorful splendor. The sun, moon, and stars were engraved on the top of the god's head. Distribute countless lights.

The clouds are billowing under the divine luan, and mountains, rivers and lakes are hidden in it, and this serves as the ground, corresponding to the heaven and the earth.

Looking from a distance, Kowloon is the driving force, colorful radiance, the sun, moon and stars are the sky, mountains, rivers and lakes are the ground, the majesty and majesty of the peerless!
The nine red flood dragons, each with red dragon scales, fire-like dragon mane, coral-like dragon horns, and the huge body nearly twenty feet long, are really gorgeous and majestic, showing the realm of Nascent Soul Xiuwei.

"My God, who is this?"

"Using the nine dragons in the realm of the demon king as the driver, with such a background, even those who come to Zhongzhou are not as good as them?"

There was a lot of discussion on Ling'ao Island, and there was a little panic. After all, the monks didn't know whether this superior cultivator from the east was a friend or an enemy.

The first person to react was Master Yuanchen of Lingao Island who was the owner of this place. She already knew who had come, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and told the disciples on the left and right:
"When a distinguished guest comes to the door, greet him with the highest etiquette."

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

But in an instant, the Nine-Heaven Red Dragon had already flown from far away in the sky to nearby.

When it landed on the ground, a red cloud with a radius of half a mile was formed, and when Long Zhu spread out the spell, the density of the cloud was different.

In the very center, there is a chariot with curtains, surrounded by clouds and mist, floating like nothing. The walls of the chariot are decorated with dharma seals, swords with dragon patterns, dust whisks with pure heart and so on. The seal represents the supreme authority of the sect.

The chariot is seven steps outward, and there are 36 mist cloud platforms, the number of stars in the sky is uneven and scattered, and the chariot is protected in it, and then outward, there are another [-] clouds, which represent the cycle of heaven. , becomes the most peripheral barrier.

The high-altitude new wind blows, and the spiritual steps of the cloud platform float with the wind. When the external force moves, it will trigger the hidden air mechanism that is connected with each other. Naturally, the exquisite formation formula hidden in it will rise with the wind, and the entire huge red cloud will be blown away. Covered in it.

The 36 virtual mist cloud platforms and the [-] scattered cloud spiritual steps all have profound monks sitting there. At this time, a white-clothed silver-haired female cultivator flew down like a fairy from the sky, and followed the Taoist ritual gift list.

Lingao Island's female nun, who is a knower, took it in a little panic, and then raised her voice and chanted:
Seven thousand catties of meteorite iron, five thousand catties of thousand-year-old cold iron, thirty silver bell grasses, one hundred and twenty thousand-year-old spirit trees, fifteen nine-fold bamboos...

Master Yuanchen held this Dharma meeting, and the gifts offered by the cultivators were not enough, but these spiritual objects were enough for the cultivators of Lingao Island to enjoy for a hundred years. However, these were just ordinary belongings. When the nun read the last treasure, her voice suddenly suffocated. After reading it for a long time, she sang in a slightly changed voice:

"The magic weapon of the primordial spirit, the seventh-order flying sword Ananda Ming Wang Fuyan Sword."

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators on Ling'ao Island were in an uproar. The magic weapon of the primordial spirit, the top treasure in this world, was actually given away like this.

"Who is here?"

"Who is coming?"

"All cultivators of Ling'ao Island, welcome, Taihao Xuanyuan Sword School Patriarch, Taihao Divine Sword Zhang Shenjun."

After reading the gift list, Shenluan opened an account, Zhang Lie led Zhang Su from the middle, and walked down slowly.

If it was according to his temperament, he would definitely not have made such a big show. Many people in the immortal way are not tolerant of vulgar etiquette, just because they knew in advance that Master Yuanchen of Lingao Island was holding a Dharma conference. This is a special situation .

In such a formal occasion, if one person came with one sword, it would even be regarded as disrespect to the master, not to mention that Zhang Lie still wanted something from others this time.

"Mr. Zhang Shenjun, it has been more than 400 years since we left in the past. Seeing the demeanor of the god today is even better than before, which makes the poor nun feel happy and happy."

Master Yuanchen walked out to greet him in person, this is the highest standard of etiquette.

"Master Yuanchen, I haven't seen you for many years. Your old cultivation is becoming more and more advanced, which makes people happy."

The atmosphere between the two was extremely harmonious, Master Yuanchen personally welcomed Zhang Lie and a group of monks from Taihao Sword Sect into Ling'ao Island.

"Ani Tuo Buddha! My Buddha is merciful, with boundless light, illuminating the pure lands of the ten directions, without any hindrance. I am grateful for the Buddha's grace. I should repay it with my body, make great vows, and be reborn in that country!  …"

"It is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

On the next July 49th, Zhang Lie listened to Master Yuanchen personally teach the Dharma in the Dharma conference, which gave him enough face.

Although he is a Taoist inheritance, he almost opened his mouth to discuss the Tao when he heard the key point a few times, but he finally endured it.

Buddhism and Taoism can actually be cultivated concurrently, but neither Master Yuanchen nor Zhang Lie have such a temperament.

After the Dharma Conference on July 49, Master Yuanchen introduced Zhang Lie to meet his friends and Yuanshen monks, and everyone got to know each other and formed a good relationship.

Finally, after the Dharma meeting was over, all the cultivators dispersed, and in a Buddhist hall, a monk and a nun sat facing each other.Master Yuanchen held a long sword with a red sheath in his hand, pulled it out slightly, looked at it for a moment, shook his head and said with emotion: "It really is a divine sword!"

This sword is about one foot and three inches long. The brilliance streamlines the sword body and is fiery red, as if endless flames solidify on the sword. On the sword body, colorful rays of light flow endlessly. Surrounded, looming, the sword guard looks like plum blossoms in full bloom, and the hilt is inlaid with four gemstones, which seems to be a seamless one, with a unique style.

It is the Flying Sword of Yuanshen and the Angry Flame Sword of King Ananda Ming.

This is a Buddhist treasure collected by Zhang Lie in the Miemo Cave, which does not match his own skills, and was originally just for collection.

"Master, you should be clear in your heart that the school of Buddhist precepts you are majoring in has reached its peak. Of course, I don't want to advise you to abandon Buddhism and enter the Tao, but Buddhism also has the vajra flame to subdue foreign demons. If you also practice swordsmanship, you may not have the courage to do something."

After getting along with each other before, Zhang Lie knew that this Yuanchen master had a kind of stamina in his temperament, and whenever he encountered calamity and couldn't resist, he would often choose to be broken rather than whole.

Cultivating the Tao, to a large extent, is to stimulate the potential of one's own spirituality, whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, so Zhang Lie chose to give Master Yuanchen a seventh-level Buddhist flying sword after consideration.

It can be regarded as pointing out a path for this square-faced senior who is almost pedantic. Although it may not be feasible, the current path of Master Yuanchen is definitely hopeless.

"Thank you Shenjun for your guidance, I will seriously consider it. In addition, I see that the beloved disciple of the Shenjun has a faint demonic energy lingering on his body, which seems to be coming out of his body..."

"This is why I came here specifically to ask my teacher for help. The Lei Fa sword energy in my school is too strong and domineering. The kind of generosity and tolerance that treats all beings as equal and is compassionate is really not what I am good at. .”

As he said that, Zhang Lie told the whole story.

"Anituofo! Since your disciple didn't take the initiative to become a demon, then people in my generation naturally have the responsibility to help others escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Lingao Island and even herself had just received great benefits from Zhang Shenjun, and she had been sheltered and rescued by him several times in the past. At this moment, Mrs. Yuanchen did not hesitate at all, she folded her hands and bent down to accept the matter.

Although people in Buddhism and Taoism are compassionate, no one would do such a thing that would greatly damage one's vitality under normal circumstances. Zhang Lie's proposal is different from that of ordinary monks.

When Zhang Lie was discussing this matter with Master Yuanchen.

Zhang Suzheng was wandering aimlessly on Ling'ao Island with a long sword without a scabbard.

On this island, there is a temple at five steps and one temple at ten steps. Everyone believes in Buddhism, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful. status.

On the sheathless long sword, streams of bloody Zhang Su passed through:
"Your master doesn't want to care about you anymore, and wants to throw you to that incompetent old lady, Yuanchen? She was suppressed by Xiaoyue for so many years. If Xiaoyue hadn't been possessed by demons, would this blessed land of Ling'ao Island have her turn?"

"I'm by your master's side, I can't do anything, but that Wuchen? As soon as your master leaves, I'll eat her alive! Hahahahahaha...hahahaha."

The extremely surly and ear-piercing wild laughter kept piercing into Zhang Su's mind, guiding Zhang Su's mind and spirit, and also began to turn to surly and extreme.

In this state, Zhang Su felt disgusted and disgusted when he saw every plant and tree on Ling'ao Island, and wished he could draw out his sword and cut everything.

But in the deepest part of her heart, she still retains some clarity and rationality.

Stumbling with the long sword, he ran to the remote place of Ling'ao Island, and then followed the killing intent in his heart, and waved the sword indiscriminately.

At the beginning, it was just a simple sword move, slashing and slashing randomly, but gradually it took on the sword art and sword energy, and even the murderous intent.

The spreading blood-colored sword energy splits the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and kills wild boars and elks. The more it expands, the more fierce it is.

Gradually, a scarlet sword domain formed on the originally peaceful and peaceful Ling'ao Island, as if the heavens and the earth were distorted.

The sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm couldn't suppress it, and began to arouse the sword energy with all his strength.

Of course, it is impossible for the Buddha cultivators on Ling'ao Island to be unaware. Soon, a group of Buddhist nuns and nuns surrounded them with flying weapons, and they also recognized Zhang Su in the bloody sword field. The Haoxuanyuan Sword Sect is a noble female fairy, so she dare not step forward to stop her, but she can't just let her approach the mortal living area a little bit like this.

"My immortal master, there is a special place for performing martial arts and practicing swords on Ling'ao Island, please stop, you are destroying Ling'ao Island."

"My true gentleman, what are you doing? Please stop!"

But these normal persuasions fell into Zhang Su's eyes at this moment, and they were covered with a bloody veil. Under this bloody veil, the descriptions of all the nuns around them became ugly, and their words became vicious.

"They're laughing at you!"

"They're insulting you!"

"Who are you? You are Taihao Xuanyuan Sword Sect, a disciple of Taihao Divine Sword Zhang Yuanlie. How could you be humiliated, draw your sword and kill them all?"

"Kill them! Kill this group of thieves! No one will be left!! Kill them all!! As long as you kill them, I will wholeheartedly regard you as the master of the army, unite with your soldiers, and run amok in this world .”

Whether it was provocation, or temptation, or coercion, Zhang Su almost couldn't help but want to make a move several times, but he endured it at the last moment.

"...Never get lost in the power of a sword cultivator. You have to remember that no matter how strong a sword is, it comes from the hand holding it. The current sword cultivator, who sacrifices me for the sword, can be said to be the master of the sword. Soldier, laugh for the sake of the world, I, a disciple of Taihao Xuanyuan Sword Sect, must not degenerate to this point."

"Master...Master, how can I, how can I live up to your teachings. Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, Zhang Su erupted with all his mana and sword energy, stabbing the sword into the ground, and the dark red sword light overflowed like blood, cutting mountains and cracking the ground, causing huge damage from landslides and ground cracks, but even so, Zhang Su did not Swing the Blood Sword Demon in his hand towards anyone.

After Zhang Su swung the sword, Zhang Lie suddenly appeared behind him, hugging the collapsed disciple into his arms, comforting and comforting him softly.

"Good Su'er, good Su'er, the master is by my side, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The master has been watching from the side, Su'er is indeed much stronger than your stupid brother, after subduing this sword, the future will prove Dao Primordial Spirit Can be expected."

Listening to Zhang Lie's words, Zhang Su, who exhausted all her energy and mana, laughed at once, and said coquettishly:
"Master, my brother and I have known it for a long time. You always like to coax the two of us with this car talk, say hello to him in front of my brother, and say hello to me in front of me..."

"Oh, you all know? Then it seems that I have to change my method in the future. This method can no longer coax you."

Standing in the midst of the chaotic mountains, Zhang Lie hugged his disciple until he lulled her to sleep, and then he looked fiercely at the blood sword.

"Zhang Shenjun, don't look at me like that, I want to live too, but you can't kill me now! I know, you are reluctant to let this child die!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Accompanied by the flickering thunder and screams, Zhang Lie summoned the thunder with the magical power of calling wind and rain, and shocked the blood sword demon for more than two hours.

(End of this chapter)