The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 136 Letters
The fight between Hutu Living Buddha and Zhang Sanfeng was divorced from reality and also from martial arts. All kinds of things were like supernatural powers, which shocked all Wudang disciples.

First, the living Buddha said that the gods and Buddhas appeared, and then Zhang Sanfeng cursed and destroyed the gods and Buddhas. All the scenes in it were almost the same as gods and demons, which really made everyone doubt the identity of these two people.

"Amitabha!"

Hutu recited the Buddha's name lightly, and the Buddha's voice spread throughout the world, deafeningly deafening, the sacred meaning of his whole body became more solemn, the compassionate look on his face gradually subsided, and the precious appearance was solemn, making people dare not feel disrespectful.

"A real person has profound blessings and extraordinary Taoism. You should enter my door of interpretation and save all beings from the sea of ​​suffering. Why bother to be between the small Wudang Mountains?" .

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky was churning, and there were colorful rays of light condensing, and there were golden swastikas all over his body that gathered and scattered, dazzling and dazzling, making it difficult for people to keep watching.

At this moment, he is like a real Buddha in the world. With just one word, the heaven and earth are in harmony with each other, and all the disciples in Wudang Mountain feel that what he said is right. With Zhang Sanfeng's supernatural power, why not invest in Buddhism and lead them to become Buddhas and ancestors together?
"Buddhas say that one thought of ignorance is the end of prajna, and one thought of wisdom is the birth of prajna. I see you, little monk, at this moment, you are self-abstained from prajna, and you have stupid thoughts in your heart!"

Zhang Sanfeng said contemptuously: "The old way has been practiced for a hundred years, and even the real Buddha will bow his head when he sees me. You little monk, relying on the small way of King Ming's formation and confusing Zen sounds, utters lies and wants to mess up. My mind?"

"Yuanqiao, form the Zhenwu seven-section array!"

As soon as he said a word, Song Yuanqiao and the others felt a sudden clarity, and the six heroes stepped forward together, each occupying a position, while Mo Li held the sword to take the place of the injured Yin Liting.

The seven auras are pulled together, harmonious and unhindered, pure yang internal force, condensed into one, hot aura like magma eruption is scattered out, wherever the aura passes, the Buddha's light all fades and dissipates, it seems that in this On top of the Buddha Land, a mortal pure land was opened up. All the Wudang disciples felt that the sense of oppression and fear in their hearts suddenly dissipated under the power of the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, and their hearts were clear for bursts, and they were ready again. Looking at the white-clothed monk who filled the sky and the earth, there was no sense of fear, only peace and ease.

"You Tibetan Buddhism is proficient in spiritual combat, but my Wudang is good at martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. Today, the old Taoist broke your Western Heaven Buddha Formation with this mortal formation!"

Zhang Sanfeng showed a dignified face, and shouted in a deep voice: "Xuanwu Transformation!"

Mo Li's seven people said in a deep voice, each settled in his position, stepped on Yu steps, while the pure yang Wuji Gong was running, wisps of crimson rose up, and the seven figures became faster and faster, faster and faster, In the blink of an eye, it seemed to disappear, but in the same place, there appeared a crimson ferocious beast. The ferocious beast was entwined with turtles and snakes, covered with scales, with thick legs, cold eyes, and ferocious fangs. , fierce and powerful!

As soon as it appeared, there was a clear sky between the sky and the earth, and the flying flowers all over the sky, bursts of Zen sounds, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xuanwu Zhenbei, demons and evils are eliminated!
"The real person is obsessed with obsession, don't blame the little monk for being rude!"

Hutu Living Buddha recited Sanskrit very fast, his voice was sharp and piercing, then suddenly stopped, his face was flushed, and he shouted: "Please come to the world, King Ming!"

All the monks echoed in unison: "Please come to the world, King Ming!"

Between the sky and the earth, cloudy clouds suddenly gathered, and thunder and lightning flashed, cruising in the air uncertainly.

Amidst the dark clouds, a statue of King Ming, with one face and two arms, holding a vajra, slowly fell from the sky. His eyes were full of anger, his body was black and blue, he was tall and tall, and his body was burning with red karma. Fire, majestic incomparable!
"Prince Ming, please subdue the demons!"

The monk in white shouted loudly.

The group of monks said again: "King Ming please subdue the devil!"

The immovable king Dharma image in the center suddenly let out a terrifying roar from his throat, his arms trembled, and the vajra pestle in his hand was already chopped down from a distance, like a pillar of heaven toppled over, the sky and void trembled!
The power of gods and demons is so great!
When all the Wudang disciples were panicked and at a loss, Zhang Sanfeng just laughed and said, "Spiritual illusion, what is the old master afraid of?"

"Please King Ming return to heaven!"

The scarlet basalt moved upon hearing the sound, and stepped forward on all fours, shaking the sky and the earth!

I saw the two phases of the turtle and the snake, carrying the power of Zhenhai, facing the vajra without fear!
The gods and demons of Buddhism and Taoism collided together in full view.

In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the void shattered.

King Ming's roar became more and more horrific, and his whole body plunged into the pestle with raging flames. The scarlet pestle, like the nine-day sun, radiated majesty, but it couldn't overwhelm the basalt beast, and was bumped into him abruptly!

One after another roar, it seems to be Xuanwu, and it seems to be King Ming, many emotions are intertwined, it seems to be angry, it seems to be unwilling, and so on...

Everyone's eyes were filled with crimson flames, and they couldn't see anything clearly, only great fear lingered in their hearts. It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time. All these strange sounds, lights and shadows of gods and demons disappeared without a trace.

Wudang's disciples looked intently, there was no Xuanwu in this world, no king of Ming, only the Six Heroes and Li Li stood side by side behind Zhang Sanfeng.

The sky has never been overturned, the earth has never been cracked, and Wudang Mountain is still there. Near the Jiejian Pavilion, not a single flower or tree has changed.

As for the figure of the white-clothed monk filling the sky and the earth, he was standing there perfectly at the moment, without seeing the Buddha's light or Dharma appearance, only his jade-like skin was covered with cracks.

His face was pale, with blood on the corners of his mouth, his eyes that were so clear before, lost all expression at the moment, and the old monks around him either fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices and passed out, or barely sat still, clutching their hands. On the forehead, moaning with pain on his face, and his miserable appearance, how can he be half as vigorous and aggressive as before?

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Hutu Living Buddha, and said, "I wonder if the young monk thinks this explanation will satisfy Yuan Ting?"

Living Buddha Hutu coughed lightly, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth continuously, staining the white monk's robe scarlet.

But he didn't take it seriously, just with a light smile on his face, he replied weakly: "Renren Zhang...the Daoism of the real person is superb..., the little monk... the little monk admires it very much, since... since the real person can break the formation, the little monk... the little monk There is one more thing..., the real person... the real person please agree..."

With great effort, he took out a letter from his pocket, and said, "I also invite the real... the real one to read it..."

Zhang Sanfeng was puzzled, but he still took the letter, opened it and saw that there was only a simple line of seal characters on it:

"After three months, on the night of the full moon, the old monk sincerely invites the real person to sit on the top of Mount Hua and discuss the Tao."

The place where the signature is signed reads: Basiba worships you.

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ps: The order of the chapters is wrong. For some reason, the content of Chapter 134 is the same as that of Chapter 136. I re-uploaded the content of Chapter 134. You can read it again...

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