When the white-robed monk transformed into a rainbow and arrived at the border of the sea of clouds, he saw the scarlet figure sitting cross-legged on the sword facing the east. Li Dangxin suddenly stopped. Like flowing water, he stood still in the sky like a landscape painting.
The white-robed monk looked at the wind and clouds that had been caused by the sword formation breaking through the air. He said, "Of the remaining one hundred and twenty thousand will flying swords, half of them will not reach Great Peace City. Beiliang has This Poor Monk to help you stop the immortals from taking advantage of the situation. Great Peace City is even more so. This is unnecessary. It is better to save your will and use it to strengthen your foundation. "
Hsu Fengnian still held the two pieces of the sword that had lost its sharpness but still had its edge. He said softly, "I could not control myself."
"You are still young."
The white-robed monk shook his head and said with a smile, "Put yourself in someone else's shoes. If you were the Emperor of Liyang and watched as the jianghu people and scholars brought their fates into Beiliang, would you be able to endure it? Great Peace City's original intention was to use this sword to cut off your fate. But Xie Guanying added fuel to the fire and it became a situation where they would not rest until one of them was dead. According to the thoughts of Qi Yanglong, Huan Wen, and Yin Maochun, even if they want you to die, they should wait until the Beimang army and the Beiliang cavalry are both heavily injured. If you die too early, it is not beneficial to the plan of Liyang that Zhang Julu had planned. "
Hsu Fengnian raised his elbow and wiped the blood off his face. "Xie Guanying wants the world to be in chaos. He doesn't just want to gain fame from the Guangling battlefield, he also seems to want Chen Zhibao to replace me as the king of the northwest. That's right, as long as I die, the three fronts of Beiliang will be shaken. The closest one to Beiliang is Huainan Jiedushi Cai Nan. Yan Wenluan probably won't let him enter Youzhou, let alone holding the imperial edict to take over the command of the Beiliang Frontier Army. And the King of Shu Chen Zhibao, who has a good reputation in Beiliang, is undoubtedly the best choice. Even if the Liyang imperial court is unwilling, they can only agree. After all, with Chen Zhibao in the northwest and monopolizing the power, it is better than Beiliang fighting on their own. In the end, Beimang will break through the border and encroach on the central plains. Of course, in this way, apart from the Beiliang cavalry, Chen Zhibao also has Xishu and Nanzhao as strategic depth. This is equivalent to completing the best situation that my master, Li Yishan, originally envisioned. To the Zhaoshi of Liyang, it is no different from a dove quenching its thirst. But there is no other way. Without this poisonous wine to quench their thirst, they will die even faster. "
The white-robed monk touched his bald head and said helplessly, "Just listening to it gives me a headache. You people of the imperial court, don't you feel tired?"
Hsu Fengnian dismissed this with a smile. He turned his head and asked with a grin, "Zen master, have you received the East-West and North-South commands?"
The white-robed monk made a sound of acknowledgment and then did not say anything else.
Hsu Fengnian waited for a long time but did not hear anything.
Finally, the white-robed monk turned his head and looked at the young man who was sitting on the sword in the air. He said slowly, "The sword under your butt is trembling. How long are you going to pretend to be a master? Do you really think you are an immortal who eats the clouds, drinks the dew, and drinks the wind? "
Hsu Fengnian's face was extremely embarrassed. The white-robed monk lifted his sleeve and gently waved it. Hsu Fengnian turned around with his sword and rushed towards Mount Wudang. The white-robed monk flew beside him and said indifferently, "I am only sending you back to Fuxia Town to help you pay back the money. Don't ask for a yard after getting an inch. You want me to help you scare Qi Jiajie and Chai Qingshan."
Even if he didn't have energy to protect his body, there was still a cool breeze blowing gently, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness when it brushed past his face. Even Xu Fengnian exclaimed endlessly in his heart. This is a Buddhist Sect Divine Ability that can form a small world of 10 feet in all directions. Was it Đồng Thái's sword? Or was it the Confucian Sage Cao Changqing who had turned into a tyrant? Hsu Fengnian thought about it carefully and found that the chances were slim.
Perhaps guessing Xu Fengnian's thoughts, the white-robed monk laughed and said in a self-deprecating manner, "This Penniless Monk is only good at taking a beating. I can't compare to you, Xu Fengnian, who was able to completely withstand that sword strike. If it were This Penniless Monk, although that sword strike could not harm This Penniless Monk at all, This Penniless Monk would definitely not be able to stop it from invading Northern Liang. What, do you want to steal this Buddhist skill? I advise you to give up this idea, unless you are not King of Beiliang and shave your head bald one day … "
Hsu Fengnian hurriedly shook his head gently and looked down. The culprit's sword that was placed on his leg had severely injured his physique. The injury looked frightening, but the hole in his chest had actually started to be mended by the moving red threads, showing signs of stopping the bleeding. Xu Fengnian estimated that he would need to recuperate for about half a year before he could fully recover. During this period of time, he might not even be able to defeat a grandmaster like Qi Jiajie, let alone Tuoba Bodhisattva. However, compared to the damage to his own Qi that was easy to disperse and difficult to gather, the situation was already much better. After all, his body could slowly recover, and his Qi dynamic and Divine Will could also be like a pond that slowly stored water. There would be a day when it would be full. The amount of water in a pond and the width of the pond depended on the strength of a martial artist's body. The more obscure depth was related to the Qi and Tao of the Void. After Huang Sanjia scattered the fate of the dynasty into Jianghu, Wang Xianzhi possessed both. Therefore, he dominated Martial Emperor City for sixty years. Tuoba Bodhisattva and Huyan Guanyin belonged to the former, and Xie Guanying was the latter.
The white-robed monk who could always accurately grasp Hsu Fengnian's thoughts looked at the Wudang peaks in the distance and sighed, "From the perspective of a Qi cultivator, fate is something that everyone has, but there is a great disparity. Emperors, kings, generals and ministers naturally have more than commoners. However, why is there a saying that water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it? The simple words' the will of the people 'have already revealed the secret of heaven. Heaven and earth are parents, just like a pair of strict father and loving mother. There are gods three feet above the head. Heaven's net is wide, but it does not escape. The earth produces five grains to nourish people, and a gentleman carries things with great virtue. When I was traveling to the west, Huang Longshi sent me off. When I returned, I was greeted by Huang Longshi. This person has always been mysterious. Once, he accidentally said that after flipping through the books, Hsu Fengnian was just a character who left because of fate, while Chen Zhibao was the person who was born to slay both the dragon and the python. Therefore, you should have died in the battle at the border, leaving behind infamy in the annals of history for thousands of years. "
The white-robed monk probably knew that Hsu Fengnian was unable to speak frankly. He answered his own question, "I have been staying in the Two Zen Temples for so many years. I often ask myself, why is there someone who can become a Buddha in this life, but not in the next life? Is it because those who become a Buddha will not become a Buddha? Buddhism has spread to the east, and when in Rome, do as the Romans do. The difference between Mahayana and Hinayana is becoming more and more obvious. I dare to say that there is an epiphany, and then put down the butcher's knife to become a Buddha. Sometimes, This Penniless Monk is also worried that this step might be a little too big. Actually, it is a good thing for Hinayana to abandon the world and pursue nirvana by oneself. It is even better for Mahayana to benefit the heavens, and to be merciful to others. "
Hsu Fengnian said with difficulty, "Isn't it still a headache?"
The white-robed monk nodded, "That's right."
As they approached Mount Wudang, the lotus tip turned into an island in the sea of clouds. The white-robed monk suddenly said, "In the future, you might go to Great Peace City twice, but that is only a possibility. Just treat it as me prattling on and pretending to be mysterious. Don't worry too much. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "I thought it would only be once."
At this moment, strange movements appeared on the shoulders and sleeves of the white-robed monk's robes. It was as if hooks were tearing at the robes. Li Dangxin only waved his sleeves casually and patted his shoulders.
Hsu Fengnian's expression was solemn. He subconsciously reached out to grab the broken sword on his knees.
Immortals sat high in the Nine Heavens, fishing with their rods. Those fishing lines that even Qi cultivators could not see fell into the mortal world.
At this moment, many of the hooks happened to hook onto the white-robed monk.
The white-robed monk shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry. As a member of the three religions, it is more troublesome."
Hsu Fengnian could not help but curse inwardly. How could he not care? Anyone would not be able to keep their cool when the immortals who were fishing for luck in the heavens were tearing at their clothes like this. However, Zen Master, you are patting here and there like you are swatting flies. I can only follow you and not care.
Hsu Fengnian smiled for no reason, "Zen Master, you are making such a big commotion before the fight. Han Gui of Green Mountain Monastery is under a lot of pressure."
The white-robed monk chuckled, "This is what my daughter taught me. She said that when the Jianghu people at the foot of the mountain fight, before their fists hit their opponents, they would first perform a set of majestic fist stances on the spot. Not only can it boost their courage, it can also earn the cheers of others."
Hsu Fengnian forced a smile and laughed, "You are indeed an experienced Jianghu person."
Near the Summer Escape Town at the foot of Mount Wudang, the white-robed monk gently pushed Hsu Fengnian down on his sword. A voice came from behind, "Change your clothes before you see the thing. Otherwise, if she knows that you are in such a miserable state under my watch, I will be nagged for a long time. My ears will not be able to have peace. You have to know that my daughter's Lion's Roar of Buddhism is eighty percent inherited from her mother. "
After hearing this, Hsu Fengnian smiled knowingly. In the blink of an eye, he landed in the sky above the Summer Escape Town. He stood up and the Flying Sword of Will dissipated by itself. Hsu Fengnian held the two pieces of the broken sword in his left hand. After he pulled out Qi Jiajie's Long Sword, he was more seriously injured than he was. His body was not bad, but his heart of the sword was almost destroyed. In this lifetime, he would not be able to make a breakthrough in the realm of the sword. Therefore, Hsu Fengnian really had to be wary of Chai Qingshan, who had chosen to stand aside for some reason.
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