"The Golden Crow flies at the peak of Mount Tai, and the river is like a dragon."
Jiang Wang had never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he had guessed its existence, imagined its appearance, and seen its pictures.
Every time he saw the river, he would feel that it was a living dragon. It meandered across the vast land of the modern world, showing its greatness to everyone who saw it.
Jiang Wang flew above the "Boundless Ocean in the Land", flying over the snow-white silver chain dancing on the ground.
From here, he could already see the Pegasus Plateau.
He could hear the roaring of the river, and he could see life and freedom in front of him.
Jiang Wang felt that the sky was high and the clouds were broad. His long-suppressed mind was finally clear.
Chang Xiangsi was eager to try it out in the scabbard. He almost wanted to perform a sword dance above the river, using the roaring of the "Ancestral River" as a song, using the sky as a platform, and letting the world as an audience.
A new understanding was brewing in his mind, and all he needed was an opportunity to grasp it …
At this moment, Jiang Wang's hair stood on end!
He felt an instinctive fear. The shadow of death instantly covered his soul.
He turned around and pulled out his sword!
The magnificent sword intent rushed to the sky, and the sword light burst out.
He saw a slap!
A slap that covered the sky and covered everything.
The sword light burst out and disappeared.
Jiang Wang was still in the posture of pulling out his sword, but his whole body was stiff in the air, unable to escape. He couldn't move.
The footsteps of death were already in front of his door.
Clang!
The slap landed on an ancient bronze bell, emitting a long chime.
Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light. He was dazzled, as if he had entered a world of golden light. Then, the bell rang loudly, as if it was surrounded by a supreme Zen sound.
He vaguely heard a grand Buddhist chant, saying, "This is what I hear!"
Then, the golden light dissipated, and the world reappeared.
A bronze bell spun, shrank, and fell into the hands of an old monk in ragged clothes.
He stood in front of Jiang Wang with his back facing him.
He wasn't tall, and could even be called skinny.
He did not have the temperament of an expert. His monk robes were tattered and stained with blood.
From Jiang Wang's angle, he could see the dirty back of his neck and the dirty back of his head. Dark wrinkled skin could be seen through the holes in the monk's robe.
However, his voice was very arrogant.
"Disciple, step back. Let me do it!"
It was the old monk Kujue, whom he had not seen in months.
Looking past Ku Jue, Jiang Wang finally saw the owner of the terrifying slap. It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, but there was a dignified air between his eyebrows.
A simple slap hadn't even landed, but the sword force had already collapsed. Even with the cultivation of the two manors' Abhijnas, there was no way for them to resist. For him to appear at such a young age and with such an appearance, his identity was naturally obvious.
The current ruler of the Zhuang Region, Zhuang Gaoxian!
"I smell the bell?"
Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, clearly surprised. "I wonder which master from the Xuankong Temple is here?"
He and Ye Lingxiao tacitly missed each other. Leaving Du Ruhui behind, he chased all the way to the river and finally caught up with Dong A's murderer.
Only then did he see such a young man.
He was already very surprised that this person could be related to the White Bone Evil God and the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb. What was even more unexpected was that after chasing to the river, he found out that this person was related to the Xuankong Temple!
He clearly heard that this old monk called himself "master."
How could a disciple of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism be related to the White Bone Evil God and the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb?
He almost immediately thought of countless possibilities of a conspiracy. His mind spun rapidly.
"Cough!"
Kujue faced Zhuang Gaoxian and turned his back to Jiang Wang.
He knew that only the back was the most majestic image, so he did not turn his head.
He risked being injured and forcefully broke through the wind to arrive here in time to save his beloved disciple.
After spending so much effort, he could not afford to lose his image now.
"You have good eyesight!" He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said majestically, "Standing in front of you is the future Buddha of the Pure Land, the next Abbot of the Xuankong Temple, Master Kujue! In the future, he will establish the Eternal Golden Body and attain the Bodhi Good Fruit. Who are you to dare to touch my disciple? "
Zhuang Gaoxian frowned even more.
This old monk was very good at talking, but all he said was "future," "next," "future," and "future." None of them were real. He was really a little crazy and was babbling nonsense.
However, that Wo Wen Zhong could not be faked. His cultivation of the current Enlightened Master could not lie either.
"I am the master of the mountains and rivers of the Zhuang territory. I am under the seal of the Jade Capital and control the Daoist Vassal Country!" Zhuang Gaoxian said coldly, "Master, you said that the thief who assassinated the Vice Minister of the Zhuang Country is a disciple of the Xuankong Temple. Can I understand that you are representing the Xuankong Temple to declare war on the Daoist Sect? "
Zhuang Gaoxian could only represent the Zhuang Country, but it did not prevent him from using the status of a Daoist Vassal Country to raise the Daoist Sect's tiger flag.
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
The old monk was very cunning. Naturally, he would not fall for this trick. He sneered and scratched his armpits, "My disciple is obedient and kind. He is afraid of hurting ants when he sweeps the floor and covers the lamp because he cares about moths. You said that he killed someone? I don't believe you even if you kill a chicken! "
Not only did the old monk not believe it, but even Jiang Wang himself did not believe it.
With his sword aura, it would be too much to say that he did not dare to kill a chicken.
Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian would not believe it either.
He spread out his hands and said domineeringly, "If that's the case, do you really want to fight?"
The old monk was very cunning. He did not argue with the young man about whether he was the murderer or not. That would be meaningless. Under such circumstances, arguing with each other was equivalent to giving up on the chase. Since he spent so much effort to chase after him, of course, he would not give up.
If it was not enough to cause conflict between Buddhism and Daoism, then the best choice would be to remove the Zhuang Country and the Xuankong Temple.
Therefore, he only asked if he wanted to fight! He needed to weigh the weight of this old monk and how far he was willing to go to protect the murderer.
Ku Jue laughed. Although his clothes were tattered and his injuries were not healed, he did not show any weakness. He said arrogantly, "Monks are merciful. I advise you to turn back while it is still early! "
At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an anxious voice in his ear, "This fellow is hard to deal with. Good disciple, run first!"
Facing Ku Jue's arrogance, Zhuang Gaoxian was so angry that he laughed and said, "Okay!"
He did not hold back anymore and waved his palm.
The cloud ocean surged and the river beneath his feet shook.
"There is a path to heaven but you don't want to take it. There is no door to hell but you come looking for it!"
Ku Jue hollered, his aura majestic. He clasped his palms together, and a golden swastika appeared out of thin air, expanding with the wind. It swelled up like a golden wall, blocking in front of him.
The two Daoist Masters started a huge battle on this river.
Jiang Wang did not hesitate and turned around to flee.
Ku Jue came from so far away to save him, so he was definitely touched.
However, he was clear that with his current strength, he did not have the chance to affect the battle between two Daoist Masters.
Leaving this place quickly so that Ku Jue did not have to worry about him and had a chance to leave the battle was the best choice.
Staying here to die with Ku Jue was the stupidest thing to do.
Apart from touching himself and dragging others down, there was no meaning to it.
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