MTL - Cultivation Is Like This-v3 Chapter 802 The Tao, the Demon, the Buddha, the Sword, the Poetry

  Chapter 802 Absolute Dao, Demon, Buddha, Sword, Poetry

  There are not many monks in Xuantian Temple, and most of them are muscle lumps of asceticism. In addition to a few rows of houses in the central area of ​​the Daxiong Palace, there are also a few huts scattered on the surrounding hills.

   Once upon a time, Han Miaojun ate fast and recited Buddha's name on one of the hilltops. After cultivating his body and mind, the wicked woman became even worse.

   It can be seen from this that if you only know that you can't find the Buddha if you only know that you are vegetarian and recite the scriptures, you can't get sick with medicine and medicine.

  Of course, filling up the merit box, or putting gold on the Buddha statue is another situation.

   Not only the abbot, but the Buddha will also smile, thinking that you have a heart of wisdom, and you will have a destiny with the Buddha in your next life.

  In this life...

   Sincerity leads to spirit, and sincerity leads to spirit.

  Lu Bei was not interested in colliding with the bald men, and he didn't care if there were eighteen bronze figures in Xuantian Temple. A wisp of breath spread out, and he waited for Gu Zongchen to show up.

   Soon, under the guidance of Lu Dong, Gu Zongchen stepped forward with a blank face.

  In the circle of monks, the ugly one is called Master, and the handsome one is called Yudigege.

  Gu Zongchen wore a white monk robe, red lips, white teeth, red lotus pattern on his eyebrows, and a holy temperament. He was the most beautiful bald head in the entire Xuantian Temple. When he appeared, he attracted Tu Yuan's attention.

   "The skin is not bad, but it is far worse than you, the master!"

   "Pi Shuijiao, don't tell the truth all day long."

  Lu Bei snorted coldly, planted a bag with his backhand, and said to Gu Zongchen: "Dou Muxie, where is your mask, why don't you put it on?"

  Gu Zongchen looked at the two master and servant with cold eyes, and was not curious about Tu Yuan's real identity: "The skin is illusory, and the things outside the body are all you need."

   You are in underwear, so you can pretend!

"hehe."

Lu Bei smiled disdainfully: "It doesn't matter if you can fight, there are several eminent monks in Xuantian Temple, several Mahayana periods in the Gu family, and how many troops there are in Xiongchu. Giving you a mask is not to protect yourself, but to protect the things outside your heart. "

   When it comes to the end, the articulation is aggravated.

  Gu Zongchen was silent when he heard the words, and put on a mask obediently.

  Children in the rebellious period are like this. Gu Zongchen belongs to the smart ones and the stupid ones. After being beaten, he said it was social injustice.

   "Let's go, go to Xiangwu, Xuan has two poor dog legs wandering outside, open your eyes to them today."

  The void was shattered, and Gu Zongchen and Tu Yuan followed Lu Bei stepping out, arriving at the border of Xiangwu.

   "Amitabha..."

  In the meditation room of Xuantian Temple, Zhengqing clasped his hands together, his face extremely complicated.

  Gu Zongchen, a human Buddha, was born extraordinary and had a great mission. He took care of him carefully and tried his best to leave a clean place for him.

  Finally, a branch of red apricot went out of the wall, and this day has come.

  Zhengqing wanted to stop it, but he couldn't find a reason, let alone use force. Both Gu Zongchen and Lu Bei could come and go freely and couldn't leave one behind.

  In addition to the two, Tu Yuan, who is 1.2 meters tall, also made him feel deeply pressured.

   Zhengqing read Buddhist scriptures for a while, got up and walked slowly outside the house, watched the sun rise, closed his eyes and began to dream.

  Dreams have everything.

  Today’s dream is unusual. Of the thirty-six relics, twelve were taken away by black hands, and the remaining twenty-four relics were transformed into heavens.

  In the dark, there seems to be an unspeakable fate.

   "The black hand, it's God..."

   "Still human?"

   "It's destined...is it really unchangeable?"

  —

On the other side, three figures stepped into the deserted hills. Lu Bei looked forward, raised his hand and wiped his face, turning into a painted face mask, and said in a low voice, "Xiang Wu has two Mahayana constellations, and the legacy of the previous Xuanwu is 'Niu Wu'. Taurus' Qin Shiwen, 'female earth bat' Yang Dian, you two..."

The identities between Xingxiu and Xingxiu should be kept secret, but the circle of the Mahayana period is so one. In the case of the mainland of Kyushu being divided into four, almost all the Xingxiu under the four images have met face to face, and they can even cover their faces. Recognize the other party, there is no possibility of secrecy.

  In addition, Lu Bei is not a serious Xuanwu, so he didn't intend to hide it from the beginning.

   Besides, Tu Yuan is his loyal dog, one of his own, and Gu Zongchen barely counts as half of them. Among the seven stars, he is his personal guard, so it is meaningless to hide them from them.

  Employees were not suspicious, and exposed Qin Shiwen and Yang Dian's background on the spot.

   "Don't make too much noise later, Xiangwu is a big country of the human race. If there is a big noise, more than a dozen Mahayana monks will swarm up, and it will not end well if they all get down." Lu Bei reminded.

   "The monks are compassionate."

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie—"

  The two of them understood Lu Bei, and understood what he meant without thinking.

  Lu Bei was satisfied, and blamed his subordinates with a dark face: "Don't do boring things, we are new here, we should do as we please, and don't mess around on other people's land."

  After the warning, he immediately followed behind Tu Yuan and went straight to the first stop of the trip.

   Xiang Wu.

  The capital, Hualong Pavilion.

Every country has its own national conditions, and Xiangwu is no exception. It is also a big country of the human race. The strength of Xiangwu on paper is not much different from that of Zhaoqin. Reasonable people.

   But Zhaoqin has Jiang Suxin, and his cultivation base stands above ten thousand people, and no one can compare with him.

  Xiangwu is strong side by side, and the four Mahayana monks are the most in the territory, almost all of them are comparable to Jiang Li and Changwenyuan. Because the quadrilateral is not as stable as the triangle, Xiangwu has been undercurrents for many years, and there has been no peace for nearly a thousand years.

   Among them, Jiang Suxin contributed a lot.

  Time went back a thousand years ago, Xiang Wu and Zhao Qin were located on the southeast side of the mainland of Kyushu. They were both big human nations, and there was no possibility of living in harmony.

  At that time Zhaoqin had internal and external troubles, and the royal family couldn't suppress the ambitions of the wolves from all over the world. They supported Xiang Wu behind his back and waited for the Jiang family to be kicked out of the throne.

  Jiang Suxin rises up, strikes hard internally, head rolls relentlessly, and is ruthless externally. She rushes to Xiangwu alone, and has a friendly communication with the Mahayana monks of Xiangwu on the physical level with the supernatural power and immortality of Cangyin.

  At that time, Jiang Suxin had not yet reached her peak, and it was a bit difficult to communicate. In the end, the Great Xia Jihuang came forward to be a peacemaker, and the two countries shook hands and made peace.

  Xiang Wu refrained from this, and did not dare to interfere in Zhaoqin's internal affairs, but in private, conspiracy methods emerged endlessly.

  Afterwards, Jiang Suxin's cultivation reached its peak. As Xuanwu, he used his own way to treat his own body, and accepted Qin Shiwen and Yang Dian as the bull Taurus and the female soil bat.

  The two, one good and the other evil, have a clear stand, not only knocking out their own dog brains, but also making Xiang Wu's national power gradually decline.

  Among them, Yang Dian, as a royal lecturer handed down from generation to generation by Xiang Wu, holds a high position, is the leader of Hualong Pavilion, a great master of martial arts, and a proper positive figure.

  I have dabbled a lot in my life, and I have three major hobbies, claiming to be the pinnacle of the three.

  Dao Jue, Mo Jue, Buddha Jue, Sword Jue, Poem Jue.

  It is not surprising that there are five of the three. It is like this in the Mahayana period. There is no way to soar, and you find another way. You gradually become a generalist, and you know a little about everything you ask.

  Hualong Pavilion in the capital is the royal library, and the students who come and go are all disciples of the royal family and foreign relatives. Even the humble little book boy has four generations and three fathers in the family tree.

  The three of Lu Bei walked through the stone steps of the avenue, and the painting style seemed out of place, but because of Tu Yuan's charm, passers-by subconsciously ignored it, and no one thought the three aliens were weird.

   "As expected of a millennium **** dynasty, there is nothing to say about outstanding people. The group of Yingying Yanyan just now didn't know whether they were princesses or ladies from a wealthy family. They look really iconic." Lu Bei said pleasantly.

   With such a painting style, it’s okay if he doesn’t speak. When he speaks, punctuation marks can make him show his original shape.

  Gu Zongchen turned a deaf ear to it, Lu Dong just chuckled and sneered, only the loyal dog Tu Yuan heard it in his heart: "Master, do you want to catch them for your pleasure?"

   "It's already fun."

  Probably because Tu Yuan was too arrogant, the moment she stepped into the Hualong Pavilion, she unscrupulously exuded her charm that had no place to rest, and soon attracted a few old-fashioned old men with white beards.

  Three crossing tribulations, one Mahayana stage, to be precise, three earth immortals who failed to cross the tribulation and changed jobs.

   Lu Bei felt his hands itch, swallowed, held Tu Yuan down and stepped forward: "Where is Sanjue Yang Dingfeng, let him come out and die quickly?"

   One step out, the aura is clear.

  Tu Yuanqiang, who is 1.2 meters tall, is strong. He smells like a dog, so he doesn't look like a leader.

  Lu Bei needless to say, he is even more stupid than her.

   In this way, without saying a word, the silent Gu Zongchen immediately grew taller.

   Some people, with no concave shape and no lines, are also the protagonists. They are so eye-catching that the monks in the Mahayana period directly ignore Lu Bei and look at him in full battle.

   "Who is your Excellency, what are you talking about coming to Wu Hualong Pavilion?"

   "Hey, I told you to find Yang Dingfeng, don't you understand?"

   Lu Bei was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to hear Lu Dong's pig laughter in his ears. Unhappy, he raised his five fingers, grabbed the void and pulled it violently.

  In an instant, the world was turned upside down, and the four old men with white beards, including the monks of the Mahayana period, all had their hands and feet stiff, and their bodies twisted along with the space.

   Strange power pierced through the body, and the three earth immortals vomited blood to the end on the spot. Only the Mahayana monk barely protected himself, took the magic weapon and escaped into the void, and reappeared after escaping the catastrophe.

   Shua!

  He only saw the golden light flashing for a moment, and then clasped his five fingers on the door of his face, and he didn't know anything after that.

   "Not much."

   Lu Bei earned 800 million in his account, and only took the defeat experience without forcing more. Suddenly, there was a heavy pressure ahead, and he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

  The man was dressed in a purple robe, with a white beard and a middle-aged appearance. He was gentle and upright.

  Female earth bat, Yang Dian.

  Lu Bei curled his lips, Jianghu experience, judging people by their appearance is not important, the more righteous they are, the more they are full of male thieves and female prostitutes, such as a certain head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, he hopes that the other party knows, so I won’t name them here.

   "Who is your Excellency, and what is your business with Yang?"

  Yang Dian looked at Gu Zongchen intently. He was ordinary on the outside, but he was a man of his own on the inside. Even with great supernatural powers, it was difficult to see the true face in person, which gave him a lot of pressure.

  Although the other two are also very strong, they may not be able to beat one of them, but compared to this person, they are far behind.

  Lu Bei: ()

   Steal the show at every turn, and go out without Gu Zongchen next time.

   Yesterday I missed a setting in the book, and I punished myself to eat and drink too much.

  (end of this chapter)