Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　He also gave him a very resounding name-Servant of the Buddha.

　　He felt that way at first, but later, the days passed by.

　　His only thought was to open the door in front of him and take a look at the sky outside.

　　"I don't know if there are any stars tonight?"

　　He sat at the table where he had been wiped, resting his cheek in one hand, like a child who likes to dream.

　　Two dim old eyes, only the light at this time of day makes him look alive.

　　More often, he felt like a puppet on Miao Jiang's side.

　　Tireless, tireless, always doing the same thing without complaining.

　　But...is that the case?

　　Of course not, he has long felt tired and tired, and he complained more than once in his heart, but he never said it.

　　Even though he has not believed that rumor in his heart over the years.

　　But he still didn't dare to say anything in this place.

　　After all, this is the entire Xianwu Continent, the most sacred hall for all those who believe in Buddhism.

　　"Holy... Heh, I'd better rest early!" He stood up tremblingly, secretly thinking that people always like to think wildly when they are old.

　　He walked along the corner of the wall until he came to a place where no light could be seen.

　　It was dark, with a pitch-black curtain within reach.

　　Open a corner, a small room five feet square, placed a bed, a chamber pot, a futon, that's all.

　　This is where he lived all his life.

　　He took a step and walked in half body.

　　But at this time, the curtain still hanging on his shoulders was raised high, as if being blown by a strong wind.

　　The old monk stopped his steps, and his heart thumped.

　　This place... how can it be windy?

　　He turned around, grabbed the curtain and pressed it against the wall, his eyes fell on the group of blue lights, and his face suddenly became dull.

　　A bright and dignified piece of the house is full of golden light.

　　He had never seen it so bright in all the years he had been here.

　　This shocked him, and he walked out leaning against the wall with some staggering steps, looking at every corner carefully, for fear of forgetting.

　　The blue lanterns that filled the house were getting stronger and stronger.

　　The little sparks floated out from the lamp, and the sparkles were like twinkling stars.

　　A warm but not very hot breath emanated from it.

　　Gradually converge in one place!

　　The old monk's eyes followed, and the whole person suddenly froze in place.

　　A tall and straight figure constructed of golden light stood in the house at some point.

　　He was wearing a plain white overcoat, not even a monk's robe.

　　There is no hair on the top of the head, but a large number of beards grow from the face to the chin.

　　The face is a little rough, and it stands to reason that such an image should give a ferocious impression.

　　But this person... but taught people to want to be close, trust, and follow from the bottom of their hearts.

　　He clearly only stood in front of him, but he gave people a supreme vision of being above the universe and overlooking the grand view of heaven and earth.

　　The old monk had never seen this person, but his information immediately appeared in his mind.

　　He has lived his whole life for this man.

　　Almost subconsciously, he hurriedly fell to his knees and shouted: "Disciple, pay homage to the venerable!"

　　……

　　In the Central Region, there is a pagoda that is as high as [-] layers.

　　The pagoda towers into the sky, overlooking the world.

　　Within a thousand miles around, there are countless large and small monks and temples.

　　The sound of bells and dings continues all day long, and the incense is flourishing.

　　Only this tower is very quiet.

　　There are neither pilgrims nor monks.

　　Even if there are people passing by, they often just glance at them with curiosity and never stay.

　　The old monk stopped in front of the tower gate.

　　He couldn't help raising his head to look at the sky, as always, he couldn't see the edge.

　　When he was young, he also looked up here.

　　But like most people, they can only leave quietly.

　　But at this moment, his inner emotions were completely different from before.

　　He patted the things in his arms, and the expression on his face became more and more detached.

　　One step closer.

　　hum!

　　There was an unusual sound in the air, no one spoke, but the words sounded in his mind.

　　"The forbidden area of ​​the stupa, no one is allowed to approach it!"

　　The old monk did not stop, and took out a spell from his arms.

　　The golden light of the incantation shrouded the surroundings.

　　Suddenly all the sound dissipated, and there was no sound.

　　When the golden light disappeared, the figure of the old monk disappeared, and he did not know where he went.

　 　A quarter of an hour later.

　　"crunch-"

　　A heavy and melodious voice sounded.

　　The gate of the tower, which has not been opened for many years, suddenly opened.

　　In an instant, in all the temples in a radius of thousands of miles, a big bell rang abruptly.

　　The roar is endless, resounding through the sky.

　　Countless believers fell to their knees, their eyes were wild, their bodies were thrown to the ground, and their eyes were filled with tears.

　　Above the top of the cloud, a figure wearing a monk's robe stepped out of the sky.

　　Not far ahead, another figure was waiting early.

　　"What's in such a hurry?"

　　"Your Majesty has an order!"

　　"His Excellency is here?" The man's eyes were horrified.

　　"No!" The monk shook his head and said, "Just let the Buddha attendants come!"

　　The man breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What is it that alarmed His Holiness?"

　　"Shenxiu will die!"

　　Suddenly, the world fell silent. .

Chapter 112

　　Yunshen does not know where to go, the houses are like houses, and there are many palaces.

　　Surrounded by mountains, this place is especially secret.

　　On weekdays, the fog is heavy, and few people set foot on it.

　　Today, there is an exception.

　　Outside the mountains, the river is gurgling, and a flat boat comes over the waves.

　　There was a young monk standing on the boat, his eyes were so urgent that he had no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.

　　Finally, the boat berthed.

　　He hurriedly jumped down, walked through a deep path, and came to the bluestone stairs.

　　There is a stone plaque on each side, with a letter: "My home is in this mountain, and Yunshen does not know where it is."

　　After the plaque, four sword-wielding female disciples in white dresses stood apart.

　　"Who's coming?" Seeing someone approaching, the leading female disciple drew his sword and asked.

　　"On the order of the Zen master, come to visit the head of Cihang Jingzhai Brahma!" The monk stopped at a distance and handed a letter.

　　The female disciples looked at each other and took a look.

　　When I saw the word "Lie Kong" written on the signature of the envelope, I was shocked and immediately let go and lead the way.

　　All the way up the stairs, through the seven gates.

　　Along the way, most of them are very beautiful women, wearing a plain skirt and no makeup, they are detached and refined.

　　The end of a hundred flowers in full bloom 26, making people emotional.

　　If a normal man saw this scene, he would be unable to walk.

　　Fortunately, the monk's personality is still good, and he has a heavy responsibility.