Chapter 388: The battle between the ninety years of the Zhulu Mountain, Feng Nian of Shangyin Palace is the soldiers
The confused young crazy monk not only knows who his surname is, but also knows that he is really crazy. He had no regrets when he killed someone, but he thought that these people should be damned. When he thought about the cause and effect, he felt a splitting headache, and he almost rolled on the ground. He knew he was crazy, which made him cry and laugh and laugh all the way. Every time I walk by, I see someone, I quickly forget about someone in the place and I want to stop and look back again and again, but I can’t do it, as if I should have traveled west but went east, and the Buddha’s country is in the west, but I just follow the way and go further and further. There is only a trace of Qingming left, I just want to know what I have put down in the West and what I have to pick up when I go to the East. A song “Useless Song” evolved from the beginning four words to more than a hundred words. Without memorizing it, I can always blurt out.
The Crazy Monk may have forgotten it, but the Central Plains is already in a panic. In addition to the world-famous monk in white, the first to try to stop the young monk, the Wu Family Sword Tomb was followed by a contemporary sword crown Wu Liuding, who blocked the road with a sword, was hit by the crazy monk and broke away. After that, he ran forward so quickly that he almost passed the Wu Family Sword Controller. Afterwards, Zhao Ningshen, the youngest young generation of Longhu Mountain, also took action. One monk met face to face, but there was no collision. The monk rushed forward. The Taoist surnamed Zhao, who was rumored to be the reincarnation of the first Tianshi Master of the Heavenly Master, retreated simultaneously. After persisting for 80 miles, Zhao Ningshen moved aside and allowed the crazy monk to continue laughing forward. Zhao Ningshen quickly sat cross-legged with blood, and took a secret dragon and tiger golden elixir to barely stop the injury.
The whole world is afraid of this monk’s momentum.
On the banks of a river, the crazy monk stopped, which was exactly the same as when he felt that the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin was on the road ahead. He grinned, then squatted down, scooped up a handful of water, lowered his head to stare at the muddy water in his palm, like an ordinary person holding the boiling boiling water, and hurriedly sprinkled on the ground, stood up and looked around in a daze.
At that moment, the young monk burst into tears and asked himself, “I am here, where are you?”
This north-south river is called Qingdu River. The river is noisy and the river is twenty feet wide. According to legend, ancient Taoist immortals once carried people across the river on a green reed. The young crazy monk’s straight line traveled eastward, allowing people from the world to find the general path. There were a bunch of spectators waiting here early. They were originally standing scattered, but later they gathered together involuntarily. They were really afraid of the monk’s power, for fear of being killed by innocent people. They felt that a group of people had a greater chance of survival. Even if they were so unlucky that they stepped on that straight line, they would die together, and it would be easy to be companions on the road to the underworld. So fifty or sixty people gathered together, mixed with fish and dragons, including famous gangsters in the world who had been famous for a long time, green forest heroes who had hidden their heads and tails, unknown young men who had talented people, and young women who had coveted their faces, and several pairs of enemies who had been enemies, didn’t bother to draw their swords at this moment, but they were all secretly guarded against the popular female heroes, either smiling and smiling to the famous heroes to show their charm.He was so cold-faced that he was approached by many gangsters. In the world where he dared to claim to be a man in the martial arts world after fighting with bricks, the Yellow River and mud are all in the sand. He can’t expect that everyone is as unrestrained and unruly as Li Chungang and Deng Tai’an. A few years ago, a young handsome man with a good reputation threatened to imitate the ancients to do a feat similar to crossing the river with a reed. He really did it for him. He won countless applause at that time. It was a pity that he had exposed it to his fellow travelers in the river within a few days. He said that the reason why he could cross the river was that he had an iron chain hanging a few feet below the river the night before, and he had to retreat to the river in shame. Not to mention the light skills that are close to the second grade, this guy lacks the third grade. And the excitement of the world is here. You can never imagine how feat a real genius would do, and you will never expect how funny the next big joke that can be served with wine is.
The young monk who had already made a huge reputation suddenly paused, which made the spectators who thought this useless monk would cross the river tremble in their hearts, for fear that he would be like a pedestrian. When he saw an ant hole in an eye, he would stretch out his feet to crush their nests of ants. However, the next scene made everyone feel relieved, and there was also a great surprise.
The monk was facing a strange white dress on the other side of the Qingdu River. His vision was blurred and he could not tell the difference between male and female. He saw a step across the river. It happened that the young monk came to his senses after holding the water to illuminate himself, and he slapped his toes and rushed towards the river. The two of them dispersed at once, and the crazy monk who had been invincible was actually stepped on the bald head by a man in white. The man in white floated back to the east bank, and every time he stepped into the mud, there was a muffled sound, and the crazy monk also fell back to the west bank, his figure was like a drunkard staggering, and he was like an actor shaking his sleeves.
As soon as he stepped on the power, the surging river suddenly stopped, and the two of them settled and returned to their rush.
The young monk with a dilapidated cassock spread his second crossing of the river without hesitation. The man in white crossed the river and intercepted him. This time the latter stepped hard on the monk’s chest.
The entire river under the two of them shook.
In everyone’s eyes, the man in white who had finally realized his face was so handsome and handsome. He was naturally the immortal who never came out of life. Although he looked young, he must have lived for a hundred years. The useless monk is a well-deserved demon giant wearing a cassock. Today, he is destined to be one foot taller in the devil. This time, the retreating point of both sides, which were at the peak of good and evil, was almost exactly the same as before. It was difficult for people from afar to notice the difference. The monk who was dressed in white had no expression on his face and didn’t care about anything at all. The monk who had once been on Mount Lanta also waved his sleeves and rushed towards the river. This time, the young monk who was wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals pushed his palm out and pressed it on the sole of the man in white. This time, the tit-for-tat, and layers of ripples of air that could be seen behind both of them. The monk fell, and his straw sandals slipped ten feet on the river surface and floated straight back to the shore; the man in white retreated slightly, but the monk stood on the shore near the water, and the man in white fell more than the previous two times. The situation of one’s rise and the other’s decline makes the spectators feel heartbroken. Could it be that the devil is one foot taller and one foot taller and one foot taller.That’s right
The monk looked down at the woven straw sandals, which made people start to daze incredibly. The battle between life and death of masters is often just a little bit. Is this crazy guy who sang “Usual Song” all day long and was in a hurry to reincarnate or did not regard the man in white as his mortal enemy as his mortal enemy. The world did not fall into his eyes. Fortunately, the man in white did not disappoint the spectator. He retreated three times without any fatigue. This time he did not cross the river one step, but jumped to the middle of the river, tweaked his toes, picking out a water column as thick as a bucket, and the water sword stabbed forward sharply. The person followed the sword. The nameless monk with broken straw sandals and broken robes gently raised his head, raised his arm, and covered his hands with his big sleeves, forming a secret seal. The water sword hit ten feet away from the monk, and it was like an egg hitting a stone, shattering and bursting out the water in the sky. The man in white actually knew the difficulties and refused to retreat, and even used the demon-subduing seal to break the monk’s sleeve and cover his handprint. The double seals were stalemate, and the man in white raised his foot and whipped his leg. The monk smiled and let his leg swept his neck with one leg. His body was circling in the air. When he landed on the ground, he was sitting cross-legged, with his fingers bent and ringed like fireflies, which was amazing. The man in white seemed to have moved his true fire. For the first time, he made a sound of coldness. He slapped the monk’s bald head with his palm, “Five characters to take the big track!”
The monk resisted his palm again, and his body was still in the same position, spinning into the river, sitting down, the river water rolled south, and I remained motionless. The man in white retreated back to the young monk sitting eastward, lifted his right hand up, and the river water was pulled out a water sword. She once faced the sword against Deng Tai’a in Dunhuang City and slashed at the unmoved Ming King in the world. The water sword was broken. I don’t know if it was the holy monk of Mount Lanta or the crazy monk of the demon sect Liu Songtao who was trapped in half of his body in the water. He lie down south, and his right hand supported his chin, making him feel more peaceful and happy. He was very free, but the Qingdu River had already splashed with water droplets. Perhaps because they thought the group of people watching the fire from the other side of the river were too noisy, they rushed to Luoyang, who was in front of the Beimang Empress and Tuoba Bodhisattva, and waved it casually. The rain was like an arrow. Fifty or sixty people would die suddenly without any accidents.
A young Taoist in Wudang Taoist robe ran long distance and finally caught up with the murderous rain. He stood between the spectator and the splashing water, drew circles with his hands, condensed all the water droplets into the great circle between his hands, turned into a water ball that was almost as high as a person, and then pushed into the rolling river water.
Luoyang frowned.
The young Taoist did not speak to the man in white, but said to the crazy monk who slowly stood up in the air: “The wind is useful, and I will read books for me. Kunlun is useful, so I will go to the mountains. The grass is useful, and I know the prosperity and withering. Practicing Zen is useful, but I want to be at peace. The river is useful, and a can of quenching thirst. The sun and the moon are useful, and it reflects my original heart. I am here, where I go…”
As if nonsense, the Wudang Taoist finally gave his own insights on the crazy monk’s “Song of Uselessness”. Unexpectedly, the monk stood up and his eyes were no longer turbid, as clear as a spring. He put his hands behind him. He sat and stood in a stand, his appearance had changed for more than ten years in the blink of an eye, and the young monk became a middle-aged man.The monk, whose previous ignorance and confusion were swept away, was replaced by a kind of majestic charm that looked down on the world. At this moment, Liu Songtao was the ninth leader of the Demon Sect at the peak. He stood on the river surface, glanced at the young Taoist priest, turned to look at Baiyi Luoyang, and chuckled: “The current world is really eye-opening. I remember that Wei Cao, the sword immortal who was unique in the world’s sword forest, used his sword to chase Lushan without knowing how to kill me. I stabbed him with a sword in the abdomen, and I returned him, stabbed him into his mouth and hung the top of the mountain. There are so many enemies involved in this way, but when I walked through the world for the last time, I rarely encountered opponents who could barely be called evenly matched. Such a world of life is different now.”