Even though Liu Songtao knew what Wang Xianzhi was thinking, he still blocked his way.
With a Falling Sword Style, countless Bodhisattva Dharma Appearances were summoned and trapped Wang Xianzhi.
There were high and low Bodhisattva Dharma Appearances. Some were so clear that they could be seen, while others were vague. Among them, there were four Bodhisattva Dharma Appearances that were the most majestic, guarding the four directions. There was Guanyin who removed the suffering of all living beings, Manjushri who was pure and untainted, Samantabhadra who had no intention of turning back, and Ksitigarbha who wished to become a Buddha after saving all living beings.
Among them, Samantabhadra was the most vivid and amiable. It was due to Wang Xiaoping's sword heart that would not back down no matter what.
After Wang Xianzhi stepped on the ground, he abruptly withdrew his fists. With him as the center, an aura that was strong enough to overshadow the surging waves of the Martial Emperor City gushed out without restraint. Wherever the aura touched, regardless of whether they were on the ground or still in the air, most of them collapsed with a loud bang. Some of them were on the verge of collapse, obviously showing signs of collapsing.
Only the four Bodhisattvas remained motionless. Manjushri even opened his golden mouth slightly, chanting scriptures. Above his head, there were vaguely fairies with long sleeves flying around.
Between heaven and earth, golden light overflowed and fluorescent, as if they were in a Buddhist land on the other side.
The strongest person in Jianghu a hundred years ago met the strongest person in the present. This magnificent battle had indeed reached a level that was not recorded in ancient books and unimaginable by modern people!
Wang Xianzhi did not use his Qi to form swords or sabers. His figure turned illusory and punched in all directions. Before the phantoms could merge into one, a snow-white flowing light bypassed Manjushri Dharma Appearance and rushed to Liu Songtao who was meditating.
Behind Liu Songtao, an Acalanatha of Esoteric Sect appeared, looking angry.
After being hit by Wang Xianzhi's body, Liu Songtao's sitting posture did not change at all, but he slid back a hundred feet. After another hit, there was a thunderous sound. Liu Songtao, who was sitting on the ground with his palms together, retreated again and again. However, when he and his Dharma Appearance were retreating, the Acalanatha let out a muffled roar.
If the people were stubborn, they would have been awakened by the roar. If they were stubborn demons, they would have been scared away.
Unfortunately, the one who came was Wang Xianzhi, a warrior who could compete with the immortal Lu Dongxuan!
For the third strike, Wang Xianzhi, who was standing, kicked Liu Songtao's forehead.
He directly kicked the Cult Master of the Devil Cult, who had put down the butcher knife and sat on the ground to cultivate Buddhism for a hundred years, into the ground. The Dharma Idol of the Acala Wisdom King sank deep into the ground, only revealing the frightened face that was on the verge of collapse.
At the same time, the four Bodhisattvas in the distance turned into fireflies and slowly rose into the sky.
Wang Xianzhi stopped her simple but invincible attack. For the first time, a trace of anger appeared on the old man's face. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you know that someone has a wish?!"
Liu Songtao, who was still on the ground, stood up, turned around, put his palms together and bowed. He took the initiative to disperse the last Dharma Form.
Then, he slowly walked on the slanted mud road that was as flat as a sword. He stood in front of Wang Xianzhi, nodded, and replied softly, "I hope that everyone in the younger generation can open the Gate of Heaven with a sword."
Wang Xianzhi said indifferently, "I'm just an old man who only has Jianghu in my eyes."
Liu Songtao thought for a while and said calmly, "You think that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of kings, ministers, and scholars. If they do well, they can't bear the burden of peace and prosperity. People in chaos are worse than dogs. Anyway, you, Wang Xianzhi, only take the burden of martial arts. But what you think, I also have my own thoughts. In the end, it's because our paths are different, so our plans are different. In order to win the world, the two dynasties of Liyang and Beimang lacked military provisions and money, so they used all kinds of banners to destroy Buddhism. Not only did they let the Taoist priests seal the Mountain Gate of the Two Zen Temples, but they also destroyed countless temples and scriptures. Not only that, they also tried their best to eradicate the inheritance of Buddhism. Liu Songtao wanted to burn a stick of incense for Buddhism at this time and place! It's not that I, Liu Songtao, want to flatter the young vassal king of Beiliang, but I want to do my best for Buddhism. I want to protect the last pure land as much as possible. Even if it's just to let a monk have a place to stand, it's also a good thing. "
Wang Xianzhi waved her hand. "I still have to hurry, so I don't want to waste my breath on you."
The purple-gold color on Liu Songtao's face was unstable. He suddenly asked with a smile, "Wang Xianzhi, how much effort did you put in?"
Wang Xianzhi didn't answer, but asked back, "To stop, or not to stop?"
Liu Songtao turned sideways and stretched out his hand. "Since I, Liu Songtao of Zhulu Mountain, have no more requests, I've already let go. Besides, taking off the kasaya doesn't mean that I'm no longer a monk. I can't die for the time being. Besides, you may not be able to kill that person. "
Wang Xianzhi didn't say anything and brushed past Liu Songtao.
In the end, Liu Songtao still didn't know if Wang Xianzhi had put in all her effort, but he didn't expect it either. It was enough if she had done it.
A hundred years later, the water level of Jianghu was much higher than before. He came a little late, but at least he wasn't too late.
Liu Songtao walked to the shore of Guangling and cupped a handful of murky river water to wash away the bloodstains. He wanted to carry Wudang Wang Xiaoping on his back, but he lost his balance and sat on a pile of wet stones. He sighed and got up with difficulty. He looked to the south. "It's a pity that the Peach Blossom Sword God, who I've only heard of but never seen, probably won't come."
Liu Songtao endured the stinging pain and rushed to find Wang Xiaoping. He bent down and carried this Wudang Taoist priest who could overlook the Sword Forest after Đồng Thái. He straightened his back and said softly, "Gao Shulu's body, your peach wood sword, and my Buddhist fate. Together, the odds of winning are still not high."
Liu Songtao smiled bitterly. "Is it unfortunate that there's such an old man suppressing Jianghu? Or is it fortunate? It's fine for us, but that vassal king must be very unfortunate. "
On the other side of the river, Zhao Huangchao was nowhere to be found.
At the bottom of the river, the woman who was lucky enough to survive the battle was still there.
Liu Songtao stared blankly at the rolling East River, silent. Thinking back to those years, she used to laugh and say that there were partridges in the south of Jiangnan, and that she couldn't do it.
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