The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 152: Three Swords of Love, Failure in the Journey to the West

Ten miles away from the east city of Bianliang.

Pine forest slope.

Many heroes gathered here at this time. After nearly a year of hard work, everyone's face was covered with dust.

The journey to the West has come to this point, and many people are filled with sighs and numbness. The Buddhist disciple is like an indestructible cockroach. With his amazing will and talent, he squeezed into the last place on the Earth Ranking and walked to the outside of Bianliang City.

What amazed the heroes the most was that the Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu seemed to have no limits. Whenever he was about to be defeated and killed, he would always make a breakthrough as if with divine help and achieve the final victory in the battle.

Along the way, he has always been able to make breakthroughs in battle. From the time he first entered the innate realm to now when he first entered the grandmaster realm, the name of the war monk has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

On the hillside beside the official road, Murong Fu, Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo'e, and Gong Ye Qian stood quietly. They looked solemnly at the Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu who was sitting cross-legged in the open space below, their eyes filled with solemnity.

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back, his eyes deep in thought. The ancestor said that there would be great benefits in going west to obtain the scriptures, and he must do his best to win. When asked what the benefits were, he only said that it would help his future cultivation, and didn't say anything else.

Deng Baichuan hurriedly came behind Murong Fu, clasped his fists and reported: "Sir... the situation on the front line has taken a shocking turn, and the demise of Western Xia is imminent."

Bao Bu Tong shook his head in disbelief: "No, no, Brother Deng must have received false information. In the intelligence sent half a month ago, the two sides on the battlefield were still testing each other. How come Xixia is going to perish all of a sudden?"

Without waiting for the other two to say anything, Murong Fu turned around and stared at Deng Baichuan, asking solemnly, "What kind of reversal could lead to the imminent demise of Western Xia?"

The trend of the battlefield is related to the future situation. All forces in the world, big and small, are concerned about it. Star Gate has spies spread across the battlefields of various countries, striving to control the battlefield situation in real time.

Given Deng Baichuan's personality, it is impossible for him to bring false news. He would definitely come to report after repeated confirmation.

If such a huge change really happened on the battlefield, it would have an impact on many arrangements of the star gate, and we must figure it out as soon as possible.

Deng Baichuan looked serious and said in a low voice: "The 100,000 troops on the Dali front suddenly turned against us, blocking the Tubo army's southern route back to the west."

"General Han Shizhong, the general who conquered the south, personally led his 70,000 elite troops and marched over 600 miles day and night to attack Jianchang Prefecture to block the escape route of the Tubo army."

"General Zhong Shidao personally led 150,000 troops northward to block the Tibetan central army from rushing to support, and ordered his deputy general to lead 100,000 troops to attack Yazhou overnight and cross the Dadu River to block the Tibetan southern army from joining the central army."

"The armies worked together seamlessly and encircled and annihilated the Tubo southern army of 400,000 elite troops in the lower reaches of the Yalong River."

Deng Baichuan paused for a moment, looking at the solemn expressions of the others, and continued, "Due to the proper strategy, the three armies suffered very little casualties. After some reorganization, they continued to move north along the Dadu River and headed straight to the upper reaches of the Yellow River, intending to cut off the Tibetan army's route back to the west."

"At the same time, General Yao Pingzhong personally led his army from Yan'an Prefecture, crossing Qingzhou, Weizhou, Xizhou, Lanzhou, and Xiningzhou. After a thousand-mile raid and defeating the Tibetan army in the north, they circled to the lower reaches of the Yellow River and cut off the retreat of the entire Tibetan army in the north."

"This is a premeditated large-scale annihilation war with only one goal, to annihilate the Tibetan army that is heading north, leaving them with no soldiers left to fight again! If we win this war, the national war between Tibet and the Song Dynasty will be decided in one battle!"

Gong Yeqian was shocked and said in a lost voice: "General Yao Pingzhong left Yan'an Prefecture. Isn't he afraid that the Western Xia army will cross the border and attack the capital of Bianliang?"

"Don't be afraid!" Murong Fu showed a complicated expression: "Don't forget the 500,000 troops under Tong Guan's command. Don't forget the local garrisons in Taiyuan Prefecture, Longde Prefecture and other prefectures. If Xixia dares to go south, it will only be defeated faster and more miserably!"

Murong Fu exhaled lightly and sighed inexplicably: "What a thrilling encirclement and annihilation war, Tubo's defeat is inevitable. Once Tubo is defeated, the imperial court's armies will definitely join forces to attack Xixia in the south, and Xixia will be destroyed soon... The same goes for the Liao Kingdom. This Tong Guan is really powerful! He plans to win in one battle! If he succeeds, his name as a military god will be passed down through the ages..."

Bao Bu Tong did not say anything, and said blankly: "How long has it been? Less than a year? In such a short time, the situation of the war has become clear?"

He had heard many people's analyses of the war situation, and there were quite a few analytical articles in the Daxia Gazette.

According to the analysis of many great scholars and experts, the Song Dynasty will inevitably achieve final victory in the war, but it will take at least ten years to gain the advantage in the entire battle situation. This view has been recognized by many people.

After all, the Song Dynasty was the only country that dominated the four directions on its own, and there was always a gap in military strength. But who would have thought that the situation would be reversed like this?

Feng Bo'e scratched his head and said with a headache: "If this is true, many of the original plans will have to be overturned. Now I will be busy..."

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and ordered: "The four of you return to Suzhou immediately to take charge of the situation. I will return as soon as possible after the battle with Xu Zhu."

"Yes." Bao Bu Tong and the other three clasped their fists in unison and accepted the order, then turned around and left in a hurry.

The heroes not far away also started to discuss, and soon, groups of people left in a hurry with solemn faces. In the eyes of many people, the journey to the West to obtain scriptures was no longer profitable, and there was little point in staying. It would be better to go to the front line to see, perhaps to seek greater benefits.

"The time has come!"

Someone among the crowd reminded loudly.

brush!
Everyone looked at Xu Zhu, who was sitting cross-legged in the clearing in the forest. He was barefoot, his chest was exposed, and his bright red cassock had long been tattered. Except for the brocade box containing the Japanese national artifacts behind him, which was still intact, not a single piece of his clothing was intact.

Xu Zhu slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was gentle and his face was firm. He stood up and saluted eleven times before turning around and walking slowly towards the capital of Bianliang.

"I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder who will make the first move..."

Yao Bodang of Qinjiazhai in Yunzhou is still as strong as ever. As a veteran in this world, he naturally does not want to miss this final battle between the masters.

Not only him, many of the older generation who had already retired from the martial arts world came. Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun, Shan Zheng and others all gathered.

After the battle at Shaolin, the imperial court let many people go, and these guys have been quiet for more than ten years. If they didn't want to witness the grand event of the journey to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures, they would never set foot in the martial arts world again in their lives. There is no other reason, the era no longer belongs to them.

"Jianmen Duan Yu, please teach me!"

Duan Yu, wearing a white robe and a three-foot-long sword, walked slowly to Xu Zhu and bowed. His melancholy temperament made people feel pity, and the sadness between his eyebrows was deep and lingering.

There was a flash of surprise in Xu Zhu's eyes. He saluted eleven times and said softly, "Amitabha... The donor has something stuck in his heart. If he does not give up his obsession and seek liberation, he may develop inner demons in the future." The other party's aura was very strange, fluctuating and abnormally stable, as if he might go astray at any time, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

"You are a monk, you cannot understand the pain of unrequited love... I ask the sword for love, ask the heaven and earth, and I have learned three sword moves, please appreciate them!"

Duan Yu shook his head and slowly drew out the sword of love from his waist. As the sword was unsheathed, his temperament became more melancholy and sad. The sword's meaning of lingering love filled the void, with a strange power to question people's hearts.

"Amitabha... Life in this world is like being in the midst of thorns. If the heart does not move, the person will not move rashly. If the heart does not move, the person will not be hurt. If the mind is foolish, the prajna will be lost. If the mind is wise, the prajna will be born. The sea of ​​suffering for donors is boundless. Turning back is the shore..."

Xu Zhu's face was solemn, and he tried to persuade him again. There was a big problem with the opponent's sword intention. If he didn't change, he would definitely be possessed by the devil if he wasn't careful.

Duan Yu's eyes were blurred. He put his left index and middle fingers together and gently stroked the sword spine of the sword. He asked loudly, with confusion and determination intertwined in his voice, and his emotions were complicated and difficult to understand:
"What should we do when love is gone and we cannot get it? We should cut it off! We should give it up! We should leave it! Ask the sword of love, cut it off, give it up and leave it!"

Groan!
The tip of the sword trembled slightly, like a lover's whisper, and an invisible sword energy stabbed forward. The sword energy was as fast as lightning, and wherever it passed, the air was cut and the void was pierced, carrying deep sorrow and irreversible determination.

Xu Zhu's face changed slightly. The speed of the sword light was too fast, and the power of confusing the mind it carried was even more terrifying. He had no extra time to react. With a low shout, the true energy in his body surged out, and a golden bell condensed and enveloped him tightly.

when!
The golden bell shook violently, emitting a melodious sound, and ripples shook the void.

Xu Zhu's face turned pale, his blood boiling, and he looked at Duan Yu in shock. What a terrifying sword, the other party was questioning his true heart... What a resolute mind, what an extraordinary understanding!
"Love is deep, what should I do when I cannot touch it? I should hide! I should avoid! I should stay away! Ask the sword of love, hide, avoid and stay away!"

Duan Yu looked up at the sky, asked the question loudly, and then casually slashed down with his sword from top to bottom. The sword's intention was like love, deep and persistent, relieved but without regrets. The sword energy carried the obsession, without regrets for the road ahead, without regrets in his heart, and slashed the crumbling golden bell with a sword.

Dang! Kakaka... Cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell. Under the terrifying impact, Xu Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood and could not help but retreat.

"Love is hard to let go, how to resolve it? You must kill! You must abandon! You must leave! Ask for the sword of love, kill, abandon and leave!"

Duan Yu asked three questions loudly, and slashed his sword from bottom to top. Love was like a blade, sharp and resolute, breaking the world's love calamity, and the past was gone.

boom!
The golden bell shattered, and Xu Zhu flew backwards with blood spurting out of his mouth. After flying more than ten meters, he fell heavily in the middle of the official road, raising a cloud of dust. Even so, he still used his remaining strength to protect the wooden box behind him.

The heroes were stunned and all looked at Duan Yu in shock. What terrifying strength! He only used three swords to defeat the undefeated Buddhist disciple.

These three styles of love sword are too terrifying.

Many people looked confused. The Buddhist journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures...is this going to end?
Xu Zhu struggled to get up, crossed his legs, and sat cross-legged on the ground. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, put his hands together, and sincerely said in joy: "Amitabha, congratulations to the donor for seeing through the demonic obstacles and letting go of his attachments..."

Duan Yu held up his sword and walked slowly to Xu Zhu. He was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "I have questions for you to ask Master Taiyi. Don't blame me..."

He is friendly to Buddhism and hopes that the Buddhist journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures can go to the end, but in order to resolve the confusion in his heart, he can only say sorry.

"Amitabha..." Xu Zhu looked disappointed and chanted the Buddha's name leisurely: "I have tried my best. It is God's will. The Buddhist sect is destined to suffer this disaster. I cannot blame anyone."

Xu Zhu showed a gentle smile on his face, put his hands together, and pleaded: "When the donor asks the real person, can you please ask for mercy for us, the Buddhist sect?"

Duan Yu nodded and agreed without any hesitation: "Okay, but don't hold out too much hope. Immortal's attitude towards Buddhism..." Having said that, he shook his head and didn't continue.

Xu Zhu picked up a flower and smiled, saying with relief: "That's enough, everything has its own destiny..." After that, his body shook, and he chose to die by severing his heart meridian.

"Amitabha……"

The melodious and ancient Buddhist sound resounded through the heaven and earth. A hurricane came, and an old monk stepped on the void and quickly came to Xu Zhu.

stomping on...

Duan Yanqing rode his horse to the side of Master Fuju, stretched out his hand and said indifferently: "Leave the Japanese national artifact behind, and the Buddhists can return the same way..."

Master Fuju had a complicated expression on his face. He tilted his head and looked deeply at Duan Siping who appeared beside Duan Yu. He retracted his gaze, leaned over to take down the brocade box behind Xu Zhu, dusted it off, and handed it to Duan Yanqing.

"Namo our teacher Shakyamuni Buddha... The sublime Dharma is profound and subtle, and is hard to encounter in a hundred thousand aeons. I now see and hear it and am able to uphold it. I wish to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata..."

He recited the sutra, bent down and carried Xu Zhu's body on his back, walked through the void, and slowly walked along the path he had taken to obtain the sutra. The sound of the Buddha was mighty, and the meaning of compassion filled the world. The old and compassionate chanting of the sutra lingered in everyone's heart.

"Ancestor... I..." Duan Yu looked at Duan Siping who appeared in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face.

Duan Siping turned around and patted Duan Yu on the shoulder, smiling faintly: "There is no need to blame yourself, it is better to be selfish... The ancestor still has to rush to the Song-Liao battlefield, so make good use of this opportunity."

After saying this, he gazed deeply at the old monk who was walking away, sighed softly, took a step forward, and disappeared after a few flashes.

"Damn it!" Murong Fu looked at the scene on the official road below and couldn't help but clench his right hand into a fist. He looked at Duan Yu with fear, snorted, and turned away with a gloomy face.

The heroes around came to their senses, exchanged a few words, and then slowly dispersed with their heads shaking and sighing. Now that the journey to obtain the scriptures has ended, there is no point in staying.

"Here!" Duan Yanqing handed the brocade box containing the Japanese national treasure to Duan Yu. Looking at the other person's face which was exactly the same as his own when he was young, a look of relief flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He took back his hand and said indifferently: "You are the winner. You should carry the national weapon of Japan and accompany me to meet the current emperor. After the ritual is over, I will take you to see Master Taiyi."

After saying this, he shook the reins and drove the horse towards the end of the official road, the capital of Bianliang. In front, the Jinyiwei and Xiaoqiwei slowly moved forward, evacuating the people on the official road to both sides and clearing the road.

Duan Yu tied the brocade box to his back, took a deep breath, and followed Duan Yanqing.

(End of this chapter)