Li Zhichang came and left, and his state of mind had reached the state where everything in the world left no trace. He could feel the love between his children, but he could not shake his heart.

After leaving Xiaojing Lake, he prepared to return to his residence and wait for next year's event of the Gushan Mountain and took Wuyazi's internal strength. After rushing all night, he walked past the hill in front and saw a short pavilion.

He was ready to rest there. He watched the clouds rolling and unfolding outside the sky, and listened quietly to the wind raising and falling, and felt very calm. At this time, another person walked into the pavilion, and the man said, "Young Master, can you disturb me here for a while?" The person's voice was very humble and polite, which made people feel intimate.

Li Zhichang opened his eyes and saw a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe. He was less than fifty years old, with cloth clothes and shoes, and there was nothing special about others, but his face was full of spirit, as if there was a flowing light of treasure. He saw that the monk had a strong demeanor, but he did not show any martial arts. At the same time, Li Zhichang noticed that several people were carrying salutes in the distance, probably the monk's follower, and thought that this was another monk from the treasure temple in the world was traveling, and he was quite imposing.

He whispered: "This pavilion stands between heaven and earth, and it is not a masterless thing. If the master wants to come, why ask me?"

The monk smiled and said, "The little monk saw the young master sitting in a navy with his eyes closed, his leisurely attitude, extraordinary and extraordinary, and he was afraid that sitting by the side would disturb you."

Li Zhichang heard the monk's words express extraordinary words and was very interested, and said slowly: "Although the wind moves, I have never been moved."

The monk was very knowledgeable and knew that Li Zhichang was a famous allusion in the use of Zen Buddhism. It was that the Sixth Patriarch Huineng inherited his mantle from the fifth Patriarch Hongren and came to Guangzhou Faxing Temple to spread the Dharma. The abbot of the Faxing Temple, the abbot of the Faxing Temple, was preaching the scriptures. The wind blew the banners. So he asked: "Is it the wind moving or the banners moving?" Some of the disciples said that the wind moved, and some said that the banners moved. Huineng stepped forward and clasped his hands and said: "It's not the wind moving, it's not the banners moving, but the benevolent hearts moved."

Li Zhichang's words "I have never been moved" mean that he has reached the state of Zen's nirvana, and his mind is not moved, and everything is empty.

The monk clasped his hands and said, "Young Master's heart has not moved. But there is dust in the little monk's heart. What can I do?"

What the monk said was another allusion of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, which was a well-known story of "there was nothing originally, where did the dust be caused?" Li Zhichang knew that the monk meant that Li Zhichang was unhindered, but it became dust in his heart, and he meant that Li Zhichang helped him.

This sentence is very clever. If Li Zhichang left, the monk would say again, Li Zhichang's departure made him feel uneasy. If Li Zhichang did not leave, the monk would say again that he might feel uncomfortable.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "What a great monk. I heard that Buddhism emphasizes the world and saving people. If you don't come to save me, do you want me to save you?"

The monk said, "How many people did Bodhidharma travel east and save? Xuanzang traveled west and asked for what sutra. The monk was unwilling to save people, but he asked the world to come to save me first, and wait for me to achieve the fruit and then save people. Isn't that better?" He meant that he was not capable enough, and he hoped that the world would help him become a Buddha and he would help people again.

Li Zhichang gently tapped the pavilion pillar, made a beautiful and pleasant voice, and said, "You mean I will save you today, and will you save me the next day?"

The monk said, "That's true, but the monk cannot save the young master in this life. I hope he can save the young master in the next life."

Li Zhichang narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?"

The monk smiled and said, "I am here to kill you." His words are here to kill you without any breath of fireworks, but they are also murderous intent.

Li Zhichang was surprised: No wonder he could not see that this man had any martial arts skills, it turned out to be Jiumozhi. Li Zhichang chuckled softly and said, "It turned out to be the King of the Great Lun Ming of the Tubo National Master. You are carrying my Taoist sect's "Little Wuxiang Gong". No wonder I would treat you as an ordinary person at the beginning."

Jiumozhi was shocked. He was carrying the "Little Wuxianggong" as the biggest secret in his life. Unexpectedly, Li Zhichang saw through it at a glance. Fortunately, he was prepared and said, "I didn't even see the fact that Mr. Murong, who is well aware of the world's martial arts, can actually discover it. No wonder Mr. Murong highly praised you, and told me to be careful."

Li Zhichang said: "So that's the case. My Murong family and I do have some grudges. I didn't expect Murong Bo to look down on me so much. Please ask the master to kill me."

Jiumozhi looked a little regretful and said softly: "I didn't expect that the young master is such a wonderful person. It would be a pity to kill you. If I hadn't owed Mr. Murong's great favor, I would have to be a friend of my age." In his eyes, Li Zhichang had become a dying person, and his tone was indeed extremely arrogant.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Murong Bo's martial arts skills are not inferior to the master. If the master can kill me, why would he come here by himself? Why should he waste such a huge favor and use it on me?"

Jiumozhi said: "If Mr. Murong had been two years ago, it would have been far better than me, but I have recently mastered a new martial arts. I have gained something, so it would be enough to deal with the young master."

Jiumozhi hit his hands and a tall man came from a distance. Jiumozhi said a few words, and the man nodded and agreed, took a bunch of Tibetan incense from the salute, handed it to Jiumozhi, and left backwards, very respectful.

Li Zhichang's heart was abrupt. Could it be that Jiumozhi went to Tianlong Temple to obtain the Six-Meridian Divine Sword? There are many masters in Tianlong Temple, and Jiumozhi alone could never obtain the Six-Meridian Divine Sword? Li Zhichang thought about it and soon knew the reason. He guessed that Murong Bo was also in Dali during that period. Since he had exposed his identity, he might have met Jiumozhi by chance. The two joined forces and obtained the Six-Meridian Divine Sword from Tianlong Temple. No wonder Jiumozhi was so confident.

He picked up a Tibetan incense with his left hand and cut some wood chips from the pavilion pillar with his right hand. Jiumozhi took some wood chips from the ground, pinched them gently, and inserted them into the wood chips. Jiumozhi sat cross-legged behind the incense, and rubbed the palms a few times across the pavilion, swung them out, and the incense head lit up, and Ju lit it with his palm power.

Li Zhichang exclaimed: "This flame sword is worthy of being an invincible magical skill of the Tibetan National Secretariat. The national master has a profound cultivation level. I am afraid that the master of the Nyingma Sect was far inferior to you when he used it."

Jiumozhi said: "Young Master even recognizes the flame sword, and he has extraordinary insights."

Li Zhichang sighed quietly, "If there is only the Flame Sword, the national master dare not boast about Haikou. The national master of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword has also learned it."

Jiumozhi applauded and said, "The young master not only has extraordinary knowledge, but also has extraordinary wisdom. Unfortunately, the monk of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword only got one of the Shaoze Swords, which is really a pity." Even if he and the injured Murong Bo had the power of him that day, he would have forcibly snatched a Shaoze Sword from Tianlong Temple. The power of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword was naturally discounted a lot. Murong Bo naturally did not want to take credit and gave it to Jiumozhi. With the previous seventy-two unique skills, he exchanged two favors for Jiumozhi.

Murong Bo naturally hated Li Zhichang for the person he had planned for decades. He knew that since the plot to restore the country was exposed, there was no hope of restoring the country in this life. Therefore, the first favor was to deal with Li Zhichang and take revenge. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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