I have many teachers

Chapter 259 King Ming's Life (End of this volume)

In Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing looked at Wang Anfeng who was lying on the ground covered in blood, and the silver needles burst out, almost tearing the whole world into silent and fine pieces, which landed firmly on the big acupuncture points all over Wang Anfeng's body.

The world's number one miracle doctor, after 21 years, once again shot with all his strength.

"Luo Yu, go get the herbs!"

Before the words fell, Hong Luoyu had already raised his head, and behind him appeared a vision of a big roc spreading its wings, soaring for thousands of miles. It had already gone back and forth in a flash, the wind between heaven and earth blocked the surrounding pollution, and the extremely pure flowing wind made the young man gentle and gentle. wrapped up.

Wang Anfeng's breath that was on the verge of extinction gradually calmed down.

The green-clothed scribe slowly leaned over, and raised his hand to brush aside the blood-stained black hair on Wang Anfeng's cheek.

The boy seemed to have noticed something, and opened his eyes.

It was still dark and dull, and said with a smile:
"Sorry……'
"gentlemen."

"Did I embarrass you again?"

The scribe's palm suddenly became stiff.

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outside world.

The violent air wave gradually calmed down.

Cloudless.

Warriors below the third rank, including 'Sai Yan Luo', directly coughed up a large mouthful of blood under the most direct and simple internal force impact, and lay down on the ground, seeing their breath quickly sluggish.The inner strength of Buddhism is masculine and upright, and after cultivating to the upper third rank, there is no tolerance for filth.

These people in front of them were impacted by the internal force of Buddhism head-on, and their internal organs were ruptured one by one, and they coughed up blood and fell to the ground, falling dead immediately.

Only Huolian Gatekeeper Chang Kong, even though he was seriously injured, supported himself on the ground with the long knife in his palm and never died.

His face was pale but rebellious, and he wanted to say something, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he belongs to the evil faction, he is upright and abnormal by nature. All the killings by his subordinates are just grievances and grievances in the world, and they have never contaminated the lives of innocent people. Therefore, under this first move, he was only seriously injured but never killed. Those masters who came fell dead on the spot.

Among nearly a hundred people, only this one person has not yet died.

The first move.

But before that, the upper third-rank master from Sixiang Pavilion had already retreated violently. At this time, every part of his body was trembling and telling him to let him run, run, run away like crazy.

The old man's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Not an opponent!

Not an opponent at all!

This is the kind of peerless powerhouse who has reached the pinnacle even among the upper three ranks!
The invisible and heavy depression continued.

At this moment, he seemed to see the furious tiger-like fist in Wangxian County again, and saw Liu Wuqiu who had lost everything but his heart of martial arts was tempered and hardened. Trembling frantically.

After facing a master-level boxing master once, the scene of Yuan Ci reappearing and instantly killing dozens of fighters around him almost instantly shattered the heart of resistance in his heart.

His eyes were already bloodshot.

The footsteps are just two steps in the void, and they have already rushed forward for an unknown distance. If it is based on ordinary people's eyesight, it is impossible to see clearly at all. With a little tiptoe, the body shape is divided, and dozens of hundreds of people have changed. Body shape, running in embarrassment in different directions, this is his fundamental skill, which has helped him escape many times.

But behind him, the monk in gray didn't chase after him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Lift your right hand and slowly retract it to your waist.

The body fell down and tied into a horse stance.

Breathing slowly and calmly, let the top three masters run away, the Buddhist mentality requires the state of mind to be like the sky, but at this time it is rare for him to be pure.

The child in common clothes knelt down in front of him with a respectful expression.

"A teacher for a day, a father for life."

"There is only one father, and the master cannot be worshiped casually."

The young man in the blue shirt lay down in a pool of blood, his eyes were dim, and there was no intact place on his body.

Still laughing.

I'm sorry...Master.

Disciples can no longer be as filial as before.

The monk slowly clenched his right hand.

The surrounding world froze in an instant, and behind him, the world froze, and the huge momentum converged towards the front of the right fist, and it continued to freeze. This punch was this world, and the surging momentum merged into the world.

This world is this fist.

The eyes opened suddenly, and the scorching fire burned fiercely in the monk's eyes.

A punch came out suddenly.

Vigorous as a dragon.

Between heaven and earth, the fierce and invincible fist broke through the barrier of space in an instant, and directly hit the waist and abdomen of the old man in green robe. It was smashed into pieces, and immediately stopped in place, unable to move any more.

Yuan Ci took a step forward, and instantly appeared in front of the green-robed old man.

Standing in the air, the internal force resonates behind him, outlines the world, and an illusory figure emerges, with seven buns on the top, braided hair hanging on the left shoulder, left eye closed, lower teeth gnawing on the upper lip, showing a wrathful appearance, carrying a raging fire, holding the right hand With a sharp sword and a rope in his left hand, he is in the posture of cutting off troubles.

This is King Ming...

Wrath King Ming!
Yuanci's right hand was raised, and the internal force in his body surged.

"Greed, hatred, ignorance, love, evil, the five poisons are obstacles."

"Fool, fool, if you get through this last hurdle, you will be able to obtain Luo Han Guo."

In his memory, facing the severe criticism from the abbot and master, the young man raised his hand and whispered:
"The disciple can't understand it."

"Are you unable to figure it out, or are you unwilling to figure it out?!"

"In the world of mortals, there is a sea of ​​suffering everywhere, and my disciples don't want to understand it. The world doesn't need one more Arhat, but it needs a King of Ming."

"The disciple would rather die all his life than get a great treasure. After death, he will fall into reincarnation forever."

"Hold the wrathful face, clear away the demons!"

Behind Yuan Ci and King Ming's eyes opened suddenly.

Raise your fists.

The third trick,
Great Mercy and Great Compassion Chiba Palm.

Xuying, the Baizhang Gaoming King behind him, and the monk in front of him expelled their palms at the same time. The force of their palms was fierce and massive, and the air flow was surging. The palm strength without any mercy was like a long river. In just an instant, the old man in green robe was engulfed in it. In the void, There was an aura of magic weapon displayed, and a palm stretched out, as if intending to pull the old man into it.

Yuan Ci shook his hand and punched it out, and it landed firmly on the palm. The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and the magic weapon's aura disappeared in an instant, and it was smashed to pieces by Yuan Ci directly.

The vitality in the green-robed old man's eyes instantly turned into darkness.

After a short while, the shadow of the palm had dissipated, the monk closed his eyes, raised one hand, and said peacefully:

"Amitabha."

As the voice fell, the top three masters of Sixiang Pavilion were already powerful enough to rule the world, and the martial arts peak masters who were happy to beg for revenge, their bodies were directly shattered, turned into powder, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Within three strokes.

All those who should be killed have been killed.

But put your hands up!

But the expression on the monk's face is still calm, and it is precisely because of this calm that it makes people feel even more chilling.

Yuanci's eyes were peaceful, and on the palm of his raised right hand, the power-carrying mechanism began to collapse. At this time, he should have returned to the Shaolin Temple, but he didn't. He just stepped slowly into the void and returned to the On the top of the mountain in the valley of the pharmacist.

Holding a long knife, Wei Changkong stood on the spot, dripping blood on his body, and said hoarsely:

"Why didn't you kill me?!"

Yuan Ci's eyes were peaceful, without looking at them, he said calmly:
"You will not die."

"Feng'er, I never thought you should die."

Wei Changkong was slightly taken aback, recalling what the young man said, the ones he wanted to kill were Danfeng Valley, Sixiang Pavilion, and Pharmacist Valley, but he had never mentioned his Fire Refining Gate, and he held the long knife tightly in his hand. Shocked by all kinds of feelings, he suddenly laughed wildly and said:
"Hahahaha, I am the leader of the evil faction, a mere knight, and I once said that I should not die?!"

After saying that, he held a long knife and ran towards Yuanci, but at this moment, Yuanci's palm slapped on the forehead, sweeping his energy and surging backwards, Wei Changkong's body suddenly stiffened, and his hair was messed up.

The ground behind him instantly annihilated a large area, and the strong wind seemed to be able to involve everything in it.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that Wei Changkong's heart began to beat again, but the desire to die just now was gone. He boasted of being brave, but at this moment he felt his legs and feet go weak, and the palm of his hand loosened. It fell to the ground, screaming loudly.

Yuanci recited the Buddha's name and said peacefully:

"The difference between sects cannot determine whether you are right or wrong."

"The poor monk will not kill you this time."

"You go."

Wei Changkong staggered back two steps, looked at the monk, he came here in high spirits, but was spared his life like a bereaved dog, with this in mind, he laughed out loud, tears in his eyes when he laughed, he coughed continuously while laughing, and suddenly roared With a sound, he staggered out.

Even if he was seriously injured, he was able to fly in the air. In a blink of an eye, he no longer knew where he was going. Yuanci closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha……"

Quite far from here.

The Taoist priest who had appeared in Qingfengjie before and forced a master of the rivers and lakes to beg for death at the birthday banquet, and the man named A Xiao, hurried forward. They originally wanted to come here to watch a good show , but I never thought that there are too many variables in this chess game, and two upper third-rank masters are involved.

After running again for an unknown distance, the skinny Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Ah Xiao, look, it seems that we should be able to relax..."

"It should be impossible for that weird man to come here."

Ah Xiao glanced at him and said concisely:
"He doesn't notice us..."

The Taoist was slightly taken aback, then raised his hand again and patted his forehead, stomping his feet angrily and said:

"Ah, forgot!"

"We have black bronze mirrors on our bodies, even a third-rank grandmaster can't find us!"

In the words, quite annoyed, but slightly relieved, said:

"However, I didn't expect that kid to have such a great background, tsk tsk tsk, disciple of the master."

"This should be properly passed back to the organization."

"It seems that that weird bead is also useful. Next time I encounter it, I'll see if I can get it."

Ah Xiao frowned and said:

"You can't grab it."

The Taoist sneered and said, "Snatch?"

"I think that kid will probably send it to me eagerly, knight, grab a brat and ask him to take that thing and change it. Do you think he will change it or not?"

"One can't do two, it's a big deal to massacre the village."

"He always changes."

Ah Xiao frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Because he felt the same way.

Gentlemen, knights, but those who abide by principles, no matter how powerful they are, are easy to be killed.

Because they have principles.

That's the weakness.

At this moment, the sound of quiet footsteps suddenly came from the front.

The expressions of the two changed suddenly.

The monk in gray stepped out slowly.

His eyes fell on the Taoist priest and A Xiao. In his eyes, the evil thoughts in these two people far surpassed that of Wei Changkong just now.

Yuan Ci raised her eyes, her face was calm and indifferent, as if she had killed someone just now.

"Amitabha……"

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Pharmacist Yanaka.

Because the clouds and smoke that lingered and lingered for thousands of miles have completely disappeared, and the scenes that were originally covered in the clouds have reappeared, exposed between the sky and the earth, and corpses and bones are lying in it. There are three people there, but I don't know how many there are.

On its body, there is a faint scent of medicine, all of which are medicine masters who died after being refined as a medicine man. For the convenience of handling, they were directly thrown into the endless clouds and mists. One person noticed.

In that prosperous and peaceful world, under the beautiful scenery of Yuxu, it turned out to be such a bone-covered tragedy.

Yuan Ci walked slowly on this mountain road.

A scribe's indifferent voice came from his ear:

"Come back quickly, this organ man can't last long."

"If you fail to come back before this mechanism is shattered, you will damage your foundation."

Yuanci just chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, put his hands together, and walked through this "hell". Blossoming pure Buddha lotus blooms.

With the reckless use of internal power, cracks appeared on the monk's body.

His expression was still peaceful.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Yuan Ci sat cross-legged on the ground, with his eyes slightly closed, reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

The cold atmosphere in Pharmacist's Valley gradually dissipated.

Just now, the face of the monk who killed people without blinking an eye, with extremely cruel and direct methods, was actually full of compassion.

After reciting the reincarnation mantra several times in a row, wishing those who died in vain to be reborn in bliss, Yuan Ci opened his eyes, stood up slowly, looked at this mountain full of bones and buried countless people, and exhaled deeply. Raising his right hand, he suddenly turned into a fist and slammed it heavily on the mountain.

There was a bang.

The entire dead mountain suddenly shook violently.

Yuan Ci took a deep breath, took half a step back, and then punched again, hitting the root of the mountain.

The greater the shaking of the mountain top, the earth turned up on the ground.

In the Shaolin Temple, the green-clothed scholar's eyes widened slightly, 'watching' the monk outside punching again, hearing what the monk said, his expression changed, and he murmured in a low voice:
"This is……?!"

With another punch, the mountain trembled.

On the mountain peak, all kinds of creatures fled in embarrassment. Yuan Ci didn't make a move. He waited until the affected creatures disappeared before withdrawing his right fist. He punched out again. It should have created a broken body, but for some reason, it was still tenacious.

With another punch, the mountain was three meters above the ground.

It fell down with a bang, and was held in the palm of Yuan Ci's hand.

In Shaolin Temple, the scribe's complexion has completely changed, and he stood up abruptly.

Hong Luoyu, the thief who was imprisoned in Shaolin by Yuan Ci, murmured blankly:

"Circling around the mountain, it is a four-dimensional domain. The people in the middle are full of gods, such as the Great Mulian, filling the three thousand worlds one by one. It is not as powerful as the Tathagata. Nothing can be compared to emptiness, nothing can be compared to it. It is the power of the Tathagata God."

"Mother Xipi! Mother Xipi! Mother Xipi!"

The thief's face was full of shocks. At this time, Wu Changqing took Wang Anfeng to the quiet room for treatment, otherwise the screaming thief would be beaten to death. But at this time, the latter was able to express his feelings wantonly in this way. Shocked, looked at the scribe next to him, and said:
"This, this damn thing is Sanzang Zhu Dharma Protector's Sutra of Removing Mountains by Buddhists..."

"Among Shaolin's unique studies, is there any one that relies on this Buddhist theory?"

The scribe slowly shook his head with an ugly expression:
"Not before."

"Now...have it."

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Fufeng County, outside a small village.

A man in heavy clothes was sitting next to the tea shop. He was leading a horse. On the table next to him was a knife with a wide and sharp blade.

Great Qin War Saber.

His face is very thin, but his eyes are very bright, which makes him look very tired, but very happy.

He has been pursuing a case for a long time.

All the clues point to this village.

The village looked very peaceful, and many of the people who walked in and out were extremely vigorous warriors, with swords on their backs and cold expressions on their faces.

The branch of the Four Elephant Pavilion is here, and there are many evil warriors who kill Yingye.

He has already made up his mind, he must get the clues of these people, and then go find some fellow Jianghu, and drive this damned evil faction out of Fufeng Jianghu.

While thinking about the plan in his heart, he raised his hand to drink tea.

He drank two pots of herbal tea in a row, ate a catty of grain, got up and took a tael of silver, picked up a long knife, and planned to go into the village, but he got up suddenly, but felt dizzy before his eyes, and sat down directly. Sitting on the stool, his face turned pale.

Xiao Er, who was still very warm just now, smiled and said:

"Hero, are you alright?"

The young man was startled, he already knew that he had been plotted against, so he forced a smile and said:
"Brother, there is still some money in my package, if you want it, please go ahead and take it..."

Xiao Er approached with a smile, rummaged through the young man's package very roughly, but stretched out his hand to grab it from the young man's arms, grabbed some letterheads, flipped through it, and said with a smile:
"Hehe, the knight who came to investigate the case, it's a coincidence that the Four Elephant Pavilion is not in our village."

"Our village is Sixiang Pavilion!"

The young man's complexion changed drastically, he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't, he was grabbed by the chest by the young man, he pulled out a sharp knife with a short handle, looking straight at his heart and stabbing it.

At this moment, the world is shaking!
The clouds and mist in the distance were violently shattered, as if giant beasts that only existed in myths reappeared here, a warrior named Sixiangge held a weapon, looked in that direction, and even Xiao Er put down his sword. The young warriors rushed out with big strides, and one of them rose into the air, holding a sharp blade, and said with a sneer:
"Which friend is it?!"

"Why, seeing that our altar master is not here, can't we come here to find something?"

The clouds cleared and the fog cleared.

The murderous intent on the face of this martial artist who was already a master of the rivers and lakes was frozen, and the only thing left was sluggishness on the face.

A huge mountain with a height of hundreds of feet soared into the sky. Under the huge peak, an equally tall virtual image of King Ming carried the mountain on his shoulders and came striding forward with majestic spirit, like a punishment from the sky.

The monk in gray looked at the small village ahead.

He has his own understanding. From the old man in green robe, he has learned a lot about the relationship between Sixiang Pavilion and Pharmacist Valley. Pharmacist Gu is a subordinate of Sixiang Pavilion. , I don’t know how many lives were killed.

This life, this corpse, and all sentient beings are all on the solitary peak in the valley of the pharmacist!
Then, let the Four Elephants Pavilion eat up all these evils one by one!
"Why does the master save all sentient beings?!"

"Kill the evil and save the good, use me as a raft, and go through the sea of ​​suffering!"

"Good spirit!"

"However, since the secular world is a sea of ​​suffering and saves all the people in the world, why not persuade them to turn around?"

"In the sea of ​​bitterness, there is no shore to turn back."

"So compassionate, so courageous!"

"If the master can do this, he should live up to the name of the Dharma, be kind, and be the king of wrathful enlightenment, walking in the world!"

Yuan Ci opened her eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The poor monk is merciful."

His hands were clasped together suddenly.

"Today, I am here to rescue all the benefactors!"

Behind him, King Ming Xuxiang suddenly shouted angrily, and the huge peak that buried countless innocent souls in his hand turned upside down, towards the place where the Four Elephant Pavilion sub-altar was located, and fell heavily, and amidst the bang, the peak of the inner valley of the Medicine King Valley fell heavily on the ground. Then, after a breath of dead silence, violent air waves swept across the four directions.

The young man waited for many hours, the sky was dark and bright again, and just barely dissipated the power of the medicine. He walked out by the door, and saw the huge mountain range, which was located on the original Four Elephant Pavilion sub-altar. Two, they have all fallen to death beside them because of the horror and horror.

But he was not harmed at all, his footsteps softened, and he sat down on the ground, dazed for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears.

The Four Elephant Altar is divided into altars.

So far destroyed.

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Three days later, Fufeng City.

A tall man led a young man out of the city gate. The man was wearing gray clothes with a peaceful face, but no hair. The young man was covered in a cloak and smelled of medicine, which attracted others Sideways eyes, although straight, walk very slowly.

After stepping out of the city gate, the man looked sideways at the young man beside him, and said gently:
"You can stay in Fufeng..."

"Are you really leaving?"

The young man nodded slightly, never looked at the mighty city with many memories, and said quietly:
"Ah."

"I'll be back."

"Next time, I won't be a burden again."

Lifting his eyes slightly, under the crystal clear sunlight in the morning, the boy's black pupils are still clear, but they are as tough and quiet as refined steel.

Turn around and leave.

In the school palace.

Xue Qinshuang suddenly opened her eyes.

The girl originally had black hair hanging from her temples, but now only one side was left, and the other side seemed to be cut off by a sharp knife. At this moment, she seemed to feel something, raised her eyes to look in one direction, and frowned slightly , pushed the door out, but saw a letter on the ground.

Opening it up and looking at the text above, the girl's eyes opened slightly, and she suddenly laughed out loud.

Although he was smiling, there seemed to be water in the corners of his eyes.

Although there are tears, but enough pleasure.

Clenching the letter with her right hand, the girl raised the corner of her mouth, and read out the name softly for the first time.

"An Feng..."

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