The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 335 The charm of that arrow ([-] words, please subscribe)
"I don't understand." The wind was like a knife, and the fine snowflakes in the sky were floating like mist.

As Ji Pingan said these words, the atmosphere in the small tea shed on the official road became increasingly tense.

Like the eye of a storm, under the seemingly calm water surface, the undercurrent rises and falls.

"What does the donor mean by this?" Zen Master Huiming asked seriously.

"Can't you understand?" Ji Ping'an looked at him slightly mockingly:

"I don't understand. Is this the way Buddhists behave? They always like to kidnap people."

Zen Master Huiming did not hear the other meaning in this sentence, so he patiently explained:
"It's not about 'tying', it's about asking."

Ji Ping'an let out a "heh" and said displeasedly:
"So, are you saying that Yu Baishu was invited away by you? Or that he was snatched away? We might as well open the skylight and tell the truth. Yu Baishu had already established contact with me in the human world and made an appointment to meet, but he intercepted it for you. Hu, this method of robbing people is too disgraceful."

Zen Master Huiming said:

"Mr. You voluntarily converted to us."

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"Really? Since it was voluntary and not forced, then why didn't he come today? Let him come out to discuss with Pindao!"

Zen Master Huiming said calmly:
"Mr. You has already taken the first step and went to the Tang Dynasty."

"You're lying!" Ji Ping'an revealed ruthlessly.

He understands Yu Baishu, and even more about Buddhism. Even if You Baishu is really convinced, the number of strong men sent by Buddhism to Yuezhou must be limited. How can he find the manpower to take You Baishu away alone?

Faced with his firm words, the four monks looked at each other and remained silent for a short time.

This further supported his judgment.

"Whether the donor believes it or not, it doesn't matter."

Zen Master Huiming sighed:

“When I come here today, I don’t want to argue with the donor, but I come here with sincerity.

The current situation, your "Prince" must also be aware of it, is that the Great Zhou Dynasty has gone to war with the Demon Kingdom of Daxizhou, Headmaster Xin is pushing for changes, the court and the military are frequently active, and Fan Ju has launched an attack on the benefactor, which is a sign.

Now that Master Xin is holding a summit in Yuhang, big moves will be made next, and as the saying goes, to deal with foreign affairs, we must first settle the domestic affairs.It is said that behind the 'snow disaster' in Yuhang, the 'Four Holy Sects' acted as internal agents, opening the door for the demon clan...

This matter can be irreconcilable!
Under such circumstances, how could the many forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty allow the 'human world' to continue to grow?Just wait until the five major sects reach an agreement, and then it will be time to fully exert their efforts to wipe out all of you..."

Ji Ping'an listened to the other party's long speech.

I have to say that although Buddhism is good at deception, these words are still correct.

The reason why the "Prince" was eager to attack the Goddess Peak was also because he had a premonition that "winter is coming."

It was written in the diary that the crown prince expected that an attack on the "human world" would be coming by the end of the year at the latest.So I want to take advantage of the remaining window of time to make a fortune and have a good winter.

"So? What do you want to say?" Ji Ping'an interrupted the other party's speech.

Zen Master Huiming looked serious and extended the invitation:
"We, the Buddhist sect of Tang State, are willing to provide you with protection!"

Ji Ping'an sneered: "It's about compilation."

Huiming said seriously:
"Mutual benefit, you will not be able to fight against the Great Zhou on your own."

Ji Pingan asked back:

"Why fight? Even if you can't resist, you can still join. Wouldn't it be a better choice to join the Dao Sect?"

Huiming was silent for a moment, unable to refute.

Or rather, that's what they're worried about.

Especially in the conflict between "Taoist Banshan" and "Fan Ju" yesterday, both sides showed some "restraint". In the eyes of Buddhism, both sides are leaving room for each other.

If you don't break up, you will still have the possibility of joining the Taoist sect in the final world.

"For such a big matter, it is best for the benefactor to report back to your 'eldest son' before making a decision."

Suddenly, the leader of the three monks, the Tota Arhat, spoke in a loud voice.

Bad tone.

Ji Ping'an glanced at him and sneered: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

After a pause, without waiting for the other party's reaction, Ji Pingan said with an arrogant expression:
"When Pindao was the leader, you weren't even born yet. It's easy for us to join. Just offer a sufficient price, such as sending a few female Bodhisattvas...otherwise there's no need to talk."

"You!" Several monks were furious, and Huiming also darkened his face:
"Donors may wish to think carefully and don't go too far!"

Ji Ping'an retorted:
"It's you who have gone too far. Either hand over the You Bai Shu immediately and express your sincerity. I will go back and return. I don't have time to waste with you."

Zen Master Huiming finally got angry, Tu Qiong saw it, and said quietly:
"I'm afraid the donor can leave today unless he wants to."

Ji Ping'an had no expression on his face, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Then let's see if you have the ability."

The next second, there was no warning.

Ji Ping'an's right foot hanging under the table was kicked out violently!

Zen Master Huiming also handed over the cloth shoes!

"boom!"

The two feet were in "hand-to-hand contact", and the table placed in the middle of the two people instantly fell into pieces, and the stove and wine pot exploded, smashing in all directions!

The three monks also leaned back almost at the same time, plowing the ground with their feet, and pulling away from each other in a strange posture. At the same time, they each reached for the weapons at their waists.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Ji Pingan and monk Huiming, dressed as old Taoist priests, flew out of the tea shed in opposite directions like two cannonballs.

Ji Ping'an flew ten feet away, and his body was like an autumn leaf, weightless and relaxed.

The wine cup still held in his hand flicked with his fingers.

There was a "ding" sound, spinning crazily, like a bullet shooting towards the old monk!
Zen Master Huiming, who has dark skin and looks particularly aged due to his years of walking in the world, fluttered in his monk's clothes and flew upside down while keeping his hands clasped in front of his chest.

Facing the wine cup that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils, he looked calm and held out two fingers to catch it steadily.

The moment the crazily rotating wine cup was clamped by two thick black fingers like iron bars, it suddenly stopped, making a sharp metal friction sound.

If you look carefully, you can see that the two bones at the tips of the old monk's fingers are faintly golden.

"If a poor monk doesn't drink alcohol, the donor should take it back."

He said lightly, and with a turn of his wrist, the wine cup pulled out the afterimage, which was bounced back by him!
Ji Ping'an flicked his Taoist robe and pulled out a three-foot dagger, but it was not unsheathed. He handed it out with the black scabbard, like a short stick.

He picked it up with a stick without any fuss, held the wine cup in his left hand and drank it gently, smiling coldly:
"You have no shame, I'll give you a stick from Master Dao!"

The next second, the dusty Taoist robe on his body suddenly expanded, and the air made an explosion sound. He leaned forward and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the old monk.

The sword scabbard in his hand made a "snap" sound, like a squeezed and broken bamboo, falling apart, revealing the bright sword body!
On both sides, the three Arhats did not take action, but tacitly blocked the surroundings, looking on as if they were watching:
According to the intelligence, Taoist Banshan is not good at fighting. What he is best at is escaping. They have already prepared a response plan.

"Ugh-"

Amidst the roar of the sword, Ji Ping'an instantly arrived in front of Huiming, but was blocked by an illusory golden bell that suddenly appeared.

"Chichichi..."

The tip of the sword touched the rotating golden clock, sending out a series of sparks.

Zen Master Huiming's eyes were calm, and his hands suddenly formed seals. The spiritual elements of heaven and earth gathered together and condensed into a pale golden "swastika" in front of him.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

The old monk chanted, and the golden light of the swastika in front of him shined, fiercely "seal" towards Ji Ping'an!

Ji Ping'an was not surprised. He suddenly leaned back, opened the distance, and quickly thrust out three swords to seal the seal in the direction of "heaven, earth, and man".

After a few sword movements, he cut it off and said with a smile:

"This is not a knife in this poor man's hand!"

As he spoke, he lightly tossed the dagger and made a hand gesture sideways.

"Buzz!"

The dagger vibrated violently, superimposing sword control skills.

Ji Ping'an swept with his fingers, and the dagger swung in the air, splitting into ten parts in an instant.

"go with!"

Flames erupted from the hilts of the ten flying swords, like missiles, striking at the old monk in arcs from different directions.

"Amitabha Buddha, do not get enlightened!"

Zen Master Huiming clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist sutra text flashed between his eyebrows.

The illusory halo of light spreads under his feet and condenses into an illusory "golden wheel" behind him.

The golden wheel is complex and sacred, like the most sophisticated creation in the world.

Numerous runes are inscribed on it, with inner and outer numbers and concentric rings, rotating in opposite directions to each other, and the outermost layer resembles the spikes of flames.

An illusory Buddha sits cross-legged in the center of the golden wheel. As soon as it condenses, it releases light and heat.

"Golden Wheel Dharma!" Next to them, the three monks were slightly surprised. Huiming didn't take many actions along the way. Although he was nominally the leader of the team, in fact, he was led by the Tota Arhat.

But he didn't expect that, without making a sound, he actually cultivated the "golden wheel" of the Dharma formed by imagining the sun in the "Sen Luo Wan Xian".

Ji Ping'an was also slightly surprised, but at this moment ten flying swords had already bombarded him.

The golden wheel flashed suddenly, then moved from behind Huiming to the front, like a shield, blocking ten flying swords.

For a moment, the two stood motionless and began to compete with each other for magic power.

"Did he really defeat Fan Ju yesterday?" The Bagai Arhat was like a Maitreya Buddha, watching the battle from the side, and suddenly whispered:
"You shouldn't be so weak."

The beggar Arhat holding a purple alms bowl said:

"In the information, it is not said that Bishan is good at wielding a sword."

The Tota Arhat said nothing, looking at six directions, his consciousness constantly scanning the surroundings, but he did not sense the presence of the other two people in the "human world" team.

But a feeling of uneasiness arose in my heart.

At this time, the strong heat released by the golden wheel had melted the nearby snow. The rainwater fell on the tea shed and quickly evaporated to dryness. Then, the old thatched shed actually burned.

The ten flying swords were also broken one by one, leaving only one of the main body. The sword body was red, like the sword embryo in the blacksmith shop, and the molten iron melted drop by drop.

Finally, as the flying sword exploded into a ball of fire, Zen Master Huiming instantly appeared in front of Ji Ping'an, threw a rope, tied him up, and showed a winner's smile:

"Moshan Taoist, that's all."

However, "Ji Ping'an" who was caught laughed without panicking at all. His gaze passed over him towards the wind and snow in the distance, and he said with a smile:

"Not bad, not bad. Such a big 'sun' should be obvious enough. You win this round. Let's see you later."

"What do you mean..." Zen Master Huiming was stunned, and felt strong uneasiness in his heart.

Then, all I saw was that the "old Taoist priest" in front of me suddenly burned, and his clothes turned into black ash and flew away, returning to the appearance of a scarecrow, with powerful energy gathering.

"not good!!"

Huiming's face changed drastically, and he ran away frantically into the distance, but he was still a step too late.

As the scarecrow exploded, the entire tea shed turned into a huge fireball. Huiming was also stunned and vomited blood from the corner of his mouth.

"We've been tricked! Let's go!"

Huiming shouted, then realized something was wrong and immediately called the three monks to evacuate.

However, in the next second, in the wind and snow, a very low voice suddenly sounded!

In Huiming's haste, he only saw a black dot flying in the white mist-like sky. The black dot quickly enlarged and became a wooden sword in his pupils!
wooden sword!

"We are guests from afar, please stay here!"

In the blur of heaven and earth, on the winding official road, a Taoist wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, a jade crown, an elegant appearance, and carrying a wooden sword box shrank to the ground and arrived in the blink of an eye.

"boom!!"

At the same time, Huiming hurriedly held up the "golden bell", but the flying sword still penetrated the defense and pierced the chest. Like a wild goose with an arrow, it fell from the air and hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of snow. .

"Fan Ju!"

"He's from the Taoist sect!"

The expressions on the faces of the three monks changed wildly. Everything happened too fast. In the flash of lightning, they didn't even have time to rescue them.

A thought popped up subconsciously in my mind: This is the Taoist sect’s strategy!
Could it be that the fight between Taoist Banshan and Fan Ju yesterday was just a show?

A play for them?
The purpose is to fish them out?
"In the human world", has it already cooperated with Taoism in advance?
Poor Fan Ju didn't know what these people were thinking. He was actually also surprised.

After receiving the secret message yesterday, Fan Ju was puzzled, but decided to go secretly. Before, he had only hid very far away.

Wait and see.

He didn't show up rashly. It wasn't until a group of Buddhist monks appeared that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Compared with a group of "reborn people" who have just become the climate, the struggle against Buddhism is the theme of the current version of Taoism.

Which one is of higher importance and which one is of lower importance is self-evident.

Therefore, after catching the opportunity for the sudden fight between the two sides, although the cause and effect behind it has not yet been understood.

But Fan Ju felt that it would not be wrong to attack a wave of Buddhism anyway, and the battle situation was changing rapidly, and he had no time to weigh it.

Huiming was seriously injured the moment he appeared on the stage, which shows the tyranny of the well-sitting monk at his peak.

"Go!"

At this time, when Tota Arhat saw Fan Ju appearing, why did he still hesitate?
With a sharp shout, the whole body swelled, the knotted muscles under the monk's robe bulged, the frame rose several inches, and a Zen staff in his hand had already split the snow.

The beggar who looked bitter and resentful sighed and walked up.

The purple alms bowl in his hand suddenly became as big as a millstone. When he pushed hard, it rumbled like a stone mill and rolled toward it, causing the ground to shake!
The remaining Maitreya-like cloth bag Arhat greased the soles of his feet, took the opportunity to pick up Huiming, and then raised his hand to catch the wooden sword flying in the air, but only missed it.

The wooden sword swept out an afterimage, swayed in a circle between heaven and earth, and fell back into Fan Ju's hand.

This Taoist inspector was fearless and his eyes were sharp:
"You've crossed the line!"

Tota Arhat said in a deep voice:
"So what? Do you really think you have the ability to keep me waiting?"

Not counting Huiming, Fan Ju is one person against three, and there is no chance of winning.

Unless there are masters of the "Tai Shang Elder" level in the Observation Heaven Realm from the Tao Sect arriving, but this is unlikely.

The monk's consciousness radiated around him, and suddenly his heart moved:
The Taoist sect set this trap, but Fan Ju obviously didn't know the strength of the Buddhist team and underestimated it.

In this way, instead of suffering a loss today, perhaps he would have the opportunity to counterattack and kill the Taoist patrol elder.

Follow the clues again and lock in the human world again.

Thinking of this, the three monks exchanged glances, suddenly formed a triangular formation, and pressed towards Fan Ju.

Fan Ju sighed in his heart, knowing that he might have to risk his life today, but there was no fear in his heart, but a faint excitement.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he first entered the Qi-nurturing realm, the master who opened his mind at that time looked at him and said:
"Cultivation is not about spending time in peace, it is about competing with heaven, earth, and people for life. Although practitioners live a long life, few of them die and spend all the time. Have you thought about it?"

In the years that followed, as his status rose and the world of cultivation became calm, Fan Ju's sword gradually became rusty and decayed.

He could never find a chance to break through, and his lifespan was gradually reduced. He finally understood that for spiritual practice, only constant fighting can lead to opportunities for further progress.

Now, the opportunity is close at hand, but can you handle it?
Fan Ju held out his sword and said silently in his heart:
"Master, I've made up my mind."

far away.

On a hill covered by wind and snow, a team of ten people stood in the cold wind. The leader was the Yiwei Divine General dressed as a hunter!

At this moment, he squinted his eyes and looked at the distant scenery, his eyebrows stained with white frost by the snow.

Behind him, several strong men from the elite army stood like javelins, silent, like stones.

"General, do you want to go take a look?" A general asked when he saw the blurry fire ahead.

General Yiwei rubbed his chin and marveled:
"It was such a lively event, my mother beat the dog's head off..."

His mood was very subtle. From a standpoint, he actually wanted to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. When it came to fighting for the reborn, the three parties were all in a competitive relationship.

Even if Fan Ju dies in the end, I think this patrolman will fight to the death to injure one or two. When the time comes, he, a god general, will take action to pick up the leaks, which seems to be the way to maximize profits.

but……

"That's all," the Orion-looking General Yiwei sighed, cursed a few times in a low voice, and then suddenly raised his hand to take off the bow behind him.

With a stabbing sound, the cloth strips wrapped around the bow were torn off, revealing a black, dark gold, top-quality magic weapon engraved with magic runes.

He picked another arrow blessed with magic in his hand, stood on the high hill, and muttered:

"We are all Zhou people, so we have to... help. We can't let outsiders see the joke, can we?"

The next second, Yiweishen will bend his bow and set an arrow, with a roar, and a stream of blood from his sturdy body shoots straight into the sky, like wolf smoke, penetrating the sky.

Spirits within a radius of ten miles gathered towards the arrows, and the wind and snow became silent.

"go with!"

Rumble... With the bow string trembling, a red arrow was like a comet, speeding towards the distance. Along the way, it rolled up snow tornadoes, the mountains trembled, and all the beasts were silent!
South of the city.

In a mountain forest further away from the battlefield, Ji Ping'an, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the burning scarecrow in front of him, raised his head, and looked to the north.

Not long after, I saw a red "comet" rising.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "The fight is about to start."

Next to them, Wei Qingqing and Jiang Chunqiu, who were shivering in the holly forest, marveled:

"I really figured it out for you, what should I do next?"

Ji Pingan stood up, dusted off the snow on his body, stretched, and said:

"Buddhism is still very strong, two against four. Although one of them is injured, he probably won't be able to hold on. I think they will escape."

"so?"

Ji Ping'an smiled brightly:
"So, it's our turn to appear."

(End of this chapter)