Chapter 191 The genius of the world(1/2)
It turned out that the body of the saint monk Lao Zhen was divided into two under Su Ji's sword energy, but there was no blood and flesh splattering, but a young monk with beautiful eyes walked out of it.
After the change of water patterns, the old monk's skin turned into a green and yellow monk's robe wrapped around the monk.
This sudden change is not an exaggeration to say that it is a supernatural power.
Ji knew that this was not a magical power, but just that martial arts reached the depths of the world and its use of the essence of heaven and earth and its own body.
Su Ji was still surprised when he saw the monk who was reborn. He said quietly: "It turns out that the master practices the erect cicada."
The difference between the word "cicada" and "dry Zen" is a world of difference.
Ji then said, "The master is called "Rong", but what he practices is not the method of "Rong", and it can be said that he is not attached to appearances." Jun
The young monk who showed off smiled and said, "Master Su can see it at a glance, and it is also admirable." Su
Ji said calmly: "Although the master's method of dry cicadas is not dry Zen, it has the charm of hiding vitality. What's more, cicadas hide in the soil and do not come out for seventeen years, so they can retain vitality and still have vigorous vitality for seventeen years, but when they break through the ground, they will only have a summer's life."
The young monk said: "Life is just like heaven and earth, suddenly, there is no difference between a summer and a hundred years. What is the key to doing."
Su Ji took a step forward, looked at the monk with his hands behind his back and said, "Then Master, let me see what you can do."
The monk couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's really like." Su
Ji said, "Master thinks I am like my master, or I am today's son?"
Human beings said: "Like those saints before they became enlightened." Su
Ji smiled and said, "Sages are human beings."
Then he looked solemn and then said, "There is also anger."
The monk was silent. Su
Ji pulled out the Feijing Sword and gently picked it forward. Today, there are not many people who deserve to draw the sword. So if you can draw the sword once, even once.
The sword sounded loudly, as if it exploded from the clouds in the nine heavens, and suddenly went down, like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky and flowing to the sea.
The monk pinched a lotus-like handprint, and a Buddha's light rose from his body, which stained the small platform like a solemn Pure Land.
He was the last descendant of the Pure Land Sect. He practiced in the Dachen Temple for many years, and was far away from the world, and his entire body of Buddhism has long been pure and extremely pure.
There may be Buddhism above him in the world, but there is no such pure Buddhism as other.
I only take one Buddhist scripture in my life, and it is not a matter of asking for it.
Under this pure Buddha light, the peerless edge that is as powerful as a flying view is a little dim.
The Feijing Sword can spread across the world and break the world's martial arts, but its sword light cannot be ultimately pure and cannot be extremely brilliant.
For Su Ji, he is not a swordsman who is sincere to the sword.
In a hundred years, all things are alive, and he is at most a passerby.
The light is submerged in the Buddha's light, like the rustling autumn wind meeting the scorching sun, allowing autumn to return to summer for a while.
Jing Jian roared with an intense sword and struggled out of the Buddha's light.
The people were divided into countless ways, and the figures drew their swords again and slashed at the young monk.
The light monks put together.
The Buddha's light formed a qi cover, blocking countless sword energy flying down from the sky outside.
The platform below has formed countless cracks. After thousands of years of wind and rain, the platform can ultimately be unable to compete with the aftermath of the two peerless masters.
Shi Qunhao arrived at the top of the mountain. Looking down, you could see Su Ji’s battle with the monk.
"Who is that young monk who can actually fight with Master Su."
The Great Zen Temple is indeed hidden and lying on the tiger, and many outstanding people emerge."
Taishi Mountain is a place where Tianyangzi personally praised for his beautiful life."
"I see that monk is probably an old monster in the Great Zen Temple."
"Is there a holy monk of the Ling generation in the Dazen Temple?"
"No, it's like the long-lost Pure Land Buddhism."
Didn’t the Pure Land Sect be destroyed a hundred years ago?”
"What is the origin of this monk?"
The crowd whispered.
The platform under Su Ji and the monk's feet had already broken.
Ji has collected countless phantoms. Now the sword energy crisscrosses the cliffs. The old monk's face is plain and gentle, and no matter how much wind swept through the walls of the Zhongshan Mountain, it will inevitably be able to scrape off large pieces of gravel.
This plain palm style is really as sharp as a magic weapon.
Su Ji couldn't help but shout for pleasure.
Recently, his martial arts have gradually reached the realm of transformation. There are only 20 people in the world who can compete with him. All of these twenty people are giants, and they usually cannot find good opportunities to challenge them.
This holy monk is an enemy.
The more he became, the more relaxed his sword energy became.
Just like a great Go player who made a breakthrough in chess skills, someone immediately came to try chess for him.
The heart of the Holy Monk withered and prosperous was bitter. Even though he had not underestimated Su Ji, he could not have imagined that the other party's innate Qigong was so mysterious.
As the battle lasts longer, the wonderful things that the innate weather functions into the world's martial arts will appear.
Even though Su Ji did not do it deliberately, his sword energy was triggered by innate Qigong, and he could not help but be contaminated with the characteristics of the qi of the dead cicada.
What's more, Su Ji and the Holy Monk of Rehmann and Rong knew that whether it was Rehmann cicadas or Rehmann Zen, they were all simulations of the Taoist seeds, and the ultimate goal was to make people live for a lifetime like the Taoist seeds.
Su Ji's innate Qigong and the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art of the Buddha Sect are both the top Taoist methods in the world. When the saint monks encounter Su Ji, they do not flow into the river like a stream, which is because of his deep and pure foundation.
The platform under the human body had long collapsed and there was no place to stand. Su Ji and the monks were almost parallel to the cliff. With a little force, they moved in the air.
Taishi Mountain has been through a cliff of wind and frost and swords for thousands of years, and is covered with scars.
There was a loud bang!
Shengtian Lei bombarded the two of them.
The account was speechless. The two of them had a fight that attracted lightning.
Ji hurriedly collected Feijing Sword, but most of the power of the thunder that day also fell on him.
Once the thought moves, you will know that the sky thunder did not come out by chance.
It was him and the Holy Monk's martial arts that had touched the way of heaven and fought with all his strength, which affected the original qi operation of Taishi Yama.
Muroyamamoto is also a strange mountain in the world. He has been influenced by Buddhism all year round and has long been fixed inspiration and formed a unique pattern. Su Ji and the Holy Monk destroyed this stable energy, which naturally led to the change of color in the world.
What's more, Fei Jing Jian is the fuse.
However, if there are other places, the two masters may not be able to confront each other.
Ji and the Holy Monk are staggered, each standing on a pine tree growing from a cliff.
Yan surrounded the two of them, setting off a monk and a Taoist path, like an immortal and a Buddha. Su
Ji Yaoyao looked at the holy monk and said, "Master, do you still want to fight again?"
The holy monk raised his beautiful eyebrows and said lightly: "The time when my skin has survived is just suddenly. Let's take advantage of the value of his life and be a training master Su."
Su Ji said, "Okay, thank you for your accomplishment."
The rejuvenation of a holy monk is actually similar to the rejuvenation of the light.
After all, the other party has no perfection of Buddhism.
After Su Ji saw this, he knew very well that even if he didn't do it, the monk would be transformed in the near future.
The best choice is not to do it.
After all, if such a great master really has the idea of death, he will definitely be able to severely damage Su Ji.
Ji refused to retreat, and this holy monk also meant this.
He didn't want to continue to fight with Su Ji, but he just cared about this magical power and never had the opportunity to use it. If he didn't use it once today, he would be buried in Jiji's nameless mountains and fields from now on.
At this time, Tianlei will punish them.
But the two of them had no hostility, and only the exploration of martial arts was left.
Confrontation for a moment.
Su Ji said with his leisure: "Although Su has a peerless magic sword, his best skills are not sword techniques."
The holy monk said: "Master Su will let me see the innate nine entanglements you did not complete last time?" Su Su
Ji said: "If the innate Nine Entangles are really perfected, I will have to wait until I sit down and take a look, so let the master see my Qingwei's Mian Palm."
The holy monk said: "Although the palm technique is not as sharp as a weapon, if you practice it deep, a pair of flesh palms can transform weapons from all over the world. If Master Su studies it carefully, the soft palm can be soft and hard, and the advantages of weapons in the world can be used." Su
Ji Xiaoxiao said, "The master has a good opinion, but my Mian Palm is just a Mian Palm."
He waved his arm and drew a circle with ease.
To be continued...