Taiqing Sword

Chapter 153, Ten Schools of Buddhism

The strong man looked at Bu Mingyu, and there was nothing serious except that his arm was crippled: "Well, trash, even an old man can't handle it. Senior brother has spent so much effort on you for nothing, get out."

A gloomy look flashed across Bu Mingyu's eyes, but he didn't dare to attack, and retreated quickly, Shangguan Jinghong was anxious: "Bu Mingyu, leave it for me." He rushed forward with one step, but was shaken back by Wuji's palm.

The strong man looked at Wuji: "Sure enough, the strength is not bad. The palm just now made my blood surge. It has been many years since I have met an opponent like you."

Wuji did not continue to attack: "Who is your Excellency?"

The brawny man smiled: "My Lord Yan, seeing your attack just now, it seems familiar. If I remember correctly, the famous stunt of the Lord of Tianxuan Holy Land back then was to break the army, including the anger of the stars, but I can't do it yet." Sure, but I saw that you just used Punishment, this is a supernatural power, and it has never been rumored, you are from Tianxuan Holy Land, right?"

As soon as Yan Jun said this, the rest of the people looked at Wuji, Phantom clenched his fists tightly, Wuji shrugged indifferently: "I didn't expect that there are people who remember Tianxuan Holy Land? But the old man is ignorant of Your Excellency. gone."

Yan Jun nodded: "Sure enough, but I remember that the Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed by Guiyun City. If you survived, you must not be a mortal. It is said that someone searched the Tianxuan Holy Land back then but failed to find the Xuanzun of the Tianxuan Holy Land." Corpse, are you..."

Wuji smiled positively: "That's right, I guessed everything right, the old man is Xuanzun of Xuantian Holy Land, Wuji!"

Shangguan Jinghong was stunned for a moment and didn't expect Wuji to admit it. Mu Qingge and Tianjue looked at Wuji in shock, and at the same time looked at Phantom. They saw that Phantom's complexion was changing, and the two knew there must be a story.

Now that his identity has been revealed, Wuji simply took off his mask: "Oh~ you don't have to hide your identity anymore, it's a little easier."

Yan Jun said: "Then shall we do it again?"

Wuji crushed the mask in his hand: "Since you're here, why can't you retreat without a fight, but I'm very curious about your identity. With such strength and knowing so many things, you must not be an unknown person."

Yan Jun shook his head: "I am Yan Jun, but it's not surprising that you haven't heard of me, my senior brother must have heard of Promise Xuanzun?"

Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

"Zhonglitu!"

Wuji trembled all over, and took a few steps back in shock: "Zhong Litu? Is it your elder brother?"

Yan Jun looked at Wuji's appearance, a little funny: "Was Xuanzun Wuji so shocked when he heard the name of the big brother?"

Wuji's expression was extremely gloomy: "Didn't Zhong Litu die many years ago?"

Yan Jun laughed loudly: "Is Xuanzun Wuji joking? It is said that Xuanzun died many years ago, why did he suddenly show up today?"

"So, you are all disciples of the Tantric Sect?" Wuji's voice was low, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to the ears of the others. Disciples of the Tantric Sect, the Tantric Sect is not a Buddhist sect, how could there be so many killings?

"We are not disciples of the Tantric sect, not to mention that the Tantric sect is long gone." Yan Jun was full of smiles.

Wuji settled down: "It's not Tantric Buddhism? Did the old man remember wrongly? Zhong Litu was one of the most proud disciples of Tantric Buddhism back then."

"Of the ten sects of Buddhism, apart from the Tantra sect and the Tiantai sect, which are no longer human beings, the other eight sects are still alive. Haha, could it be that Promise Xuanzun has been missing for a long time, and he doesn't even know about this?"

Wuji sighed: "Except for the Esoteric School, none of the other schools will accept Zhong Litu. He is too hostile. If there is one, it seems to be the Xing School."

Yan Jun clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "You guessed right, it's Xingzong!"

After getting the answer, Wuji shook his head: "Let's stop here today, let's go!" Wuji turned to look at the four of them, and said unwillingly.

Shangguan Jinghong didn't say much, and followed silently. When he returned to the Burial Heart Tomb, he couldn't help asking: "Senior, what sect is Xingzong?"

Wuji smiled wryly: "The Tantric sect masters killing, but the Xing sect is different. Although the Xing sect also practices magic arts, it is not as fierce as the Tantric sect, but this Zhonglitu is different. He never practiced the scriptures, so although his cultivation base was superb, he was extremely ruthless, and Zhonglitu's cultivation base had reached its peak many years ago. After the tantric sect died out, Zhonglitu disappeared. "

Shangguan Jinghong continued to ask: "Then what are the ten sects of Buddhism?"

"Hehe, the ten sects of Buddhism are the Chengshi School, the Jushe School, the Xing School, the Xiang School, the Tiantai School, the Xianshou School, the Zen School, the Pure Land School, the Law School, and the Tantric School. Although the ten schools have always been at odds, they are each masters. , but never fight, except for Tantra, even the other eight sects will spare no effort to help if one sect is in trouble!"

Shangguan Jinghong stayed on the spot when he heard the words: "So, what we are going to face is the Nine Schools of Buddhism?"

Wuji nodded: "This is also the reason why I didn't do it. If it was Tantric Buddhism, as long as the old man regained his power, he would not be afraid of Zhonglitu, but I didn't expect Zhonglitu to become a disciple of Xingzong now, so it would be difficult , if we take action against Zhonglitu, the rest of the cases will definitely help!"

Shangguan Jinghong was silent for a while.

Mu Qingge interrupted and said: "Old man, I never thought that the old man would be the Xuanzun of Tianxuan Holy Land, it is really unexpected."

Tianjue didn't care about this, but looked at Phantom with a smile: "Holy Master Phantom, Tianxuan Holy Land and Guiyun Holy Land are feuds today, but now they are, hehe, they have become a family, turning a fight into a jade silk."

Phantom's face was gloomy and she didn't speak, while Shangguan Jinghong said: "Even Senior Wuji has let go of the grievances of the older generation, why do we care so much about it?"

Mu Qingge nodded: "I hope so." As he spoke, his eyes never left Phantom's face.

Shangguan Jinghong quickly changed the subject: "Seniors, what should we do next?"

Wuji shook his head: "No way, you can't kill, you can't beat, you can only fight desperately."

"That's not necessarily the case!"

The five people were all startled when they heard the words, and turned to look at the speaker, who was the divine monk in Zhenhun Pagoda rescued by Shangguan Jinghong desperately.

The divine monk took a few steps forward: "Young monk pays homage to some seniors."

Shangguan Jinghong's face was full of excitement, and he immediately walked up: "God monk, what can you do?"

Tianjue smiled coldly: "What can a young monk in the worldly martial arts do, Shangguan boy, are you thinking too much?"

The divine monk didn't care too much: "To tell you the truth, although the young monk is a member of the secular martial arts world, he is also a disciple of the Zen School of the Eight Classics. Even if his status is low at that time, he can still speak in the Zen school."

Wuji turned to look at the old monk: "Are you really a Zen person?"

"Exactly."

Wuji looked calm: "So what?"

The divine monk smiled: "I can't do anything, but I can help you seniors stop Zen, so that you won't attack you seniors."

Shangguan was overjoyed: "God monk, is what you said true?"

"Yes, but I don't know where Zen is located."

Hearing this, Tianjue felt that he had been tricked, and was annoyed for a while: "Little monk, you are looking for death, you dare to tease me!"

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "It's simple, let's kill as soon as we need to, and Zen will naturally show up to help when the time comes, and then the divine monk will negotiate with the people of Zen."

Tianjue snorted coldly: "Hmph, who can guarantee that what this monk said is true or false, then we will have to face the siege of eight sects, and now it is only one sect of sex sect, we are already hard to parry, plus eight sects Zong, who knows how many experts are there."

After Shangguan Jinghong was silent for a while, his eyes were firm: "I believe what the monk said must be true."

"Amitabha, this little monk still owes his life to the superior benefactor, so he will definitely not speak wild words."

Wuji heard the words and looked at Shangguan Jinghong and the divine monk for a while: "I will take a bet with you, the old man's cultivation base has not yet recovered. During this period of time, the old man will retreat to practice and strive to recover his strength as soon as possible. Shangguan boy, you The strength is too weak, and it is time to speed up the entry."

Shangguan Jinghong nodded: "Yes!"

After the crowd dispersed, Shangguan Jinghong and Wuji went straight to find a retreat to practice, and the retreat lasted for several months.

Wuji's cultivation has also returned to its peak, and Shangguan Jinghong's cultivation has also improved a step further.

"Master, old man, when will we go to the capital again?" Shangguan Jinghong never forgot to kill Bu Mingyu once he left the pass.

Wuji smiled: "No hurry, haven't they made any movement during this time?"

Shangguan Jinghong said anxiously: "When they make any movement, I don't know how many people will die. Thinking about how prosperous the capital was before, hundreds of thousands of people will all become dead bones."

Phantom shook her head: "Jinghong, people can't be resurrected after death, so why should you be obsessed with it?"

"Master, I have always said that what the Holy Land lacks most is human touch. Not only ordinary people died there, but also countless of my friends in the capital."

Wuji was helpless: "Hey, let's go again."

Ten days later, everyone came to the foot of the capital again: "Yan Jun, this old man is here to learn from you!"

But there was no movement in the city for a long time, Shangguan Jinghong's face changed, and he rushed into the city quickly. Apart from the dead silence in the whole capital, there was no trace of blood slaves. Shangguan Jinghong stamped his feet, and rushed into the secret room quickly, I saw that most of the blood pool had dried up, leaving only the scarlet soil.

"They ran away!"

Wuji looked around: "I left in a hurry, the blood in this blood pool has not been completely absorbed, and I left, maybe something happened."

Shangguan Jinghong slapped hard: "Bu Mingyu, damn it, he ran away again."

Wuji smiled and said, "That's fine, it's a good thing for the blood slaves to retreat, at least the secular martial arts world is safe for the time being."

"Maybe they went to other cities."

"Hehehe, do you know how long it takes to build such a blood pool? They left without refining the blood pool. Do you think they will build a blood pool in another city?"

Shangguan Jinghong didn't speak, but clenched his fists tightly!

(End of this chapter)