People are in the heavens, starting as Li Xingyun

Chapter 176: Wipe frequently to avoid dust

"Buzz buzz——"

In the secluded mountains and fields, a series of strange peaks and mountains are looming in the mist.

In front of this mountain peak, there is a large lake, and an inconspicuous thatched house lives on the side of the lake.

At this moment, accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, a sword intent bloomed from the thatched house into the sky, turning into an invisible beam of light and rushing high into the sky. The killing and cold sword intent lingered for a long time.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky tore apart, and the mighty cracks of clouds rolled and spread in the east-west direction.

In just a moment, the golden sunlight was shining down, without any clouds in sight or any obstruction.

At this moment, the thatched hut suddenly shook, and then several figures flew out and landed on the lake in a state of embarrassment. The true energy surged under their feet, and they barely stabilized their bodies.

However, before they could stand firm, countless sword energy came from in front of them, and the space was divided into several large and small pieces. The expressions of the people who fell on the lake changed drastically. They felt that there were unparalleled swords. The intention came to my face, and I was going to die on the spot in the next second.

"hateful!"

One person shouted angrily, and then his whole body erupted with thick black air, and his body suddenly rose to a height of more than three meters, as did several other people.

But what was different from them was that in addition to the change in body shape, the person who first transformed also had a broken black ancient clock in his hand.

In an instant, the dark demonic energy on his body began to pour into the ancient bell, causing it to make a slight chiming sound. When the sound wave swept, it easily extinguished the sword energy flying towards him from the opposite side, losing all its power.

The man holding the ancient clock let out a long breath, and then sneered and said harsh words.

Clang——

The familiar sound of swords rang in his ears, and the smile on the man's face suddenly stiffened. He only saw a bright and boundless blue light engulfing him, stripping away all his senses, and everything in the world went away from him...

I don’t know how much time passed, but the blue light dissipated, and several huge human figures on the lakeside fell backwards.

Their breath was still there, but their eyes were dull, as if their spirits and souls had been annihilated by the blue light just now.

pat!

The black ancient clock fell from mid-air and was caught by a palm that appeared out of thin air. The black aura was instantly restless, trying to erode the flesh and blood of the palm, but was blocked by the blue sword energy covering it.

"What is this?"

The old man in ordinary gray clothes with white beard and hair looked at the black ancient clock. There was a hint of doubt in his cold eyes, but he soon returned to his original appearance.

As for the strange black bell, he also threw it away and fell into the lake below, gradually sinking to the bottom.

"Sword Twenty-Three is about to be mastered... Wuming, can you still catch this sword move?"

The white-haired old man murmured to himself, and did not return to the thatched house behind him, but walked towards the direction of Wushuang City in his memory.

……

Qingzhou, Five Mountains Songshan, Shaolin Temple.

Perhaps because of the people above it, this monk temple plays an important role like Mount Tai and Beidou in many worlds, especially the world of martial arts.

But as the saying goes, "The trees that are beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind." Sometimes, whether it is a person or an object, being too famous is not necessarily a good thing.

For example, the Shaolin Temple has become a regular tourist attraction used by young heroes from all walks of life to show off and have sex for free.

In addition, there are evil demon sects that are eyeing them. Every time they attack a famous and decent sect, they will definitely patronize them, seeing them as a stepping stone to dominate the martial arts world.

And today, deep inside the Shaolin Temple, outside the always solemn and solemn Main Hall, it was now covered by strange clouds and mist.

There were hundreds of figures among them, holding colorful flags and flying in the air, shouting and shouting with fanatical expressions, giving people the feeling of a group of demons dancing around.

Behind these people, there was a tall figure with silver hair sitting high on Luan Jia.

He has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary bearing. Judging from his appearance alone, he will definitely kill most of his peers in an instant.

It can be imagined that when he was young, he was undoubtedly an extremely handsome man.

The old monster from Xingxiu——Ding Chunqiu!

"Almsgiver Ding, it's almost time to start. Don't forget your instructions." On the side of Luan Jia, a monk with huge earlobes and a face that was very different from the people from Jiuzhou said lightly. He glanced at Ding Chunqiu, who was very good-looking. Gives birth to disdain and jealousy.

"Humph!"

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, stood up from the carriage immediately, glanced at an old monk in front of the Main Hall and said lightly:

"Old monk, I heard that you are the new head of Shaolin Temple. I won't say any more nonsense...Listen! Starting today, Shaolin will change its name. From now on, it will be called Xingxiu Shaolin Branch. All incense and lamp oil will be divided. I’m 70%!”

"Amitabha……"

Xuan Ku, who had just taken over the position of abbot, clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed: "The donor has a big appetite, and I'm afraid Shaolin Temple cannot satisfy your request. It's better to go down the mountain as soon as possible, so as not to disturb the purity of Buddhism and make the Buddha blame you!"

"Blame it? Hahahaha - I'm so scared!"

Ding Chunqiu raised his head and laughed for a moment, then suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Xuanku coldly: "Very good, I have given you the opportunity. It is you who does not know what is good and what is good. In this case, don't blame me." My subordinates are so ruthless that this thousand-year-old temple will be removed from the world from now on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Chunqiu let out a deep roar, turned his palms to roll up his sleeves, and the airflow around him turned sharply, and then turned into a purple wind pillar visible to the naked eye, rising from the ground, soaring into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Ku closed his eyes and said nothing, clasped his hands in front of his chest, surrounded by more than ten old monks of Xuan generation sitting cross-legged, using their energy and breath to connect, and set up a formation of eighteen Arhats.

As he breathed, Xuan Ku's aura continued to rise, and he was surrounded by a faint golden light, gradually condensing into a huge bell-shaped outline that seemed to envelope the entire Main Hall.

Golden Bell-Pseudo-twelfth floor!

"The great method of transforming energy!"

The purple wind roared and crashed in the direction of the Main Hall, forming a faint venomous snake and python. Its poisonous fangs bit the surface of the big clock. The firelight splashed, revealing many fine cracks, and it was about to bite it open.

"Ang ang ang ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!!!!"

At this moment, there was a loud sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, but a magnificent golden five-clawed golden dragon fell from the sky, hit the purple python's seven-inch vital point, and directly blasted it into pieces with arrogant strength, and then Unabated, he rushed towards Luan Jia where Ding Chunqiu was standing.

"Um?!"

The sudden change caused drastic changes in the expressions of both Ding Chunqiu and Fan Monk standing beside him.

The latter disappeared without a thought, while the former started to activate his Qi machine again. With a swing of his sleeves, he rolled up a hurricane of purple mist. The rolling sound and waves surged, shrouding the golden dragon shadow in it.

"Break it for me!!"

boom----! ! ! !

There was a loud noise, like five thunders hitting the top of the head, and thunder exploded in the ears. It shocked everyone present and turned pale. Those with weaker skills even suffered internal injuries and vomited blood.

At the same time, Luan Jia at Ding Chunqiu's feet seemed unable to withstand the impact, and was shattered into pieces together with the warriors carrying the sedan. Ding Chunqiu himself also flew backwards, landed on the ground and took a dozen steps back.

"Who is coming!"

Ding Chunqiu's face was gloomy, his hands behind his back were trembling slightly, and his heart was extremely horrified.

In the smoke and dust, a burly and majestic figure stepped out. His long hair was untied and flowing in the wind, but he did not look slovenly at all. Instead, he had an indescribable sense of majesty and domineering.

"Shaolin lay disciple...Xiao Feng!"

……

On the other side, there is the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

A masked man shrouded in black robes was looking at this pavilion with great solemnity that he had been able to come and go freely for more than 20 years. But today, for the first time, he felt that it was so strange.

Just because, at the door of the pavilion, an old monk with a pale beard was silently sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom.

What is brushed away is dust, as well as fame and fortune.

"The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror.

Wipe it frequently to avoid dust..."

The old monk stopped sweeping the floor, looked up at the masked man in black robe, and then sighed and said, "Donor Murong, you shouldn't have come."

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