After going back and forth for more than a dozen times, he had already slid back sixty or seventy feet step by step. During this period of time, Xu Fengnian was very anxious. His murderous intent was aroused, and he used the falling rocks to launch a wave of sword qi to roll the dragon wall, dismembering the bodies of more than a dozen wild bulls. The price was that he could no longer suppress his spitting blood. His heart was greatly shaken, and he no longer dared to let his emotions affect his decisions. He only felt extremely sullen, and his hostility skyrocketed. His eyes were crimson red, and the red date mark between his eyebrows slowly turned a light purple, and then a deep purple. He could no longer see and no longer hear. He could no longer weigh the pros and cons of life and death. Gradually, he reached a kind of indescribable state of bliss. There was a gap between life and death. The Confucians believed that there was no evil, that they had a clear conscience and were not afraid of life and death. Hsu Fengnian shook Kunlun and secretly learned from the Confucian scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng in Great Snow Plains. He had an awe-inspiring righteousness. At first, he risked his life to save the herdsmen. His heart was filled with an unknown good karma. But after a long time, he no longer had any worries. When he entered the world, he inadvertently gave birth to a desire for the world. He planted a golden lotus in the Great Yellow Courtyard, waiting to bloom and in a flash, he attained immortality.
Hsu Fengnian opened the Ju Que acupoints but did not realize it.
His right hand was naturally behind his back. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his left palm facing up. He only remembered that when he first came to Mount Wudang, he heard that the Hierarch Wang Zhonglou had once cut off the Canglan River. Hsu Fengnian's left hand gently swiped and he blurted out, "Break the river."
Ten feet in front of him, the ground cracked open and went straight to the cliff.
A line of six or seven buffaloes fell into the crack. After being filled by the buffaloes behind them who did not have time to jump, the buffaloes continued to run forward as if they were running on flat ground. Blood splattered everywhere.
You run, I break.
Hsu Fengnian leisurely slid backward, breaking again and again.
It was a tragic scene of the ebb and flow of the tide.
Hsu Fengnian seemed to be free and unrestrained. He was indescribably leisurely and romantic. But he was already bleeding from his seven orifices. No matter how mysterious and continuous the Great Yellow Court was, no matter how famous it was for its rich inner energy, it was not an inexhaustible bottomless abyss. Especially when it was very particular about turning back and forth. His Highness the Crown Prince forcefully raised his realm without any regard for his life and broke the river with one palm strike. He would eventually be exhausted. Hsu Fengnian swam like a fish among the green moss and green stones. He had no sword in his hand, but he had a clear idea of colliding with a flood of buffaloes. His intuition told him that he could comprehend the sixth page of the bladesmanship manual at the right time and place. Hsu Fengnian did not know how many times Hsu Fengnian had circulated his Qi. Li Chungang once said that at the peak of the Sword Will, one could reach the Eight Extremities and the pinnacle of swordsmanship. His Qi could reach eight hundred miles in an instant. Hsu Fengnian did not dare to compare, but he was afraid that the boiling Qi in his body could reach at least a hundred miles in an instant. Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly. Without turning his head, he grabbed her soft shoulder and threw her back. He closed the scabbard and cultivated his blade. Originally, he had to pull his body like a full moon and only stop when he pulled it to the extreme. This kind of narrow path of martial arts was the most dangerous thing to do. If it happened, it would not be a simple drop of one or two realms. It would most likely destroy the foundation that he had painstakingly built for enlightening the acupores. The Great Yellow Courtyard's lotus was not the wild grass on the plains. It would wither and bloom with each passing year. It was as difficult as ascending to heaven to bloom again after it withered.
He did not know how far those herdsmen had run and whether they had left the canyon.
Hsu Fengnian gritted his teeth. He thought to himself, "Damn it. I'll hold on a little longer. If I can't, I'll have to retreat. If I continue to hold on, I'll really die here."
"I'm afraid of death, but I'm not willing to give up."
Hsu Fengnian allowed the bison to rush over. They were already very close. He still completed a big circulation and could clearly see the ferocious and terrifying eyes of the bison in the front row.
The bison lowered their heads at the same time, wanting to stab this guy to death with their horns.
Hsu Fengnian's clothes shrank and bulged again. The bulging was much stronger than before. He held a circle in front of his chest with both hands.
Starting with a small circle, the circle gave birth to a circle, and the big circle had a magnificent atmosphere of encompassing heaven and earth.
The dust in the canyon flew up like a round mirror.
Hsu Fengnian moved back almost inch by inch.
The herd of bison also moved forward inch by inch unbelievably.
Hsu Fengnian had told himself that he would only hold on for a little longer. Unknowingly, he had held on for a long time.
At the top of the mountain, an old monk in a plain kasaya stood with his feet off the ground. He held a bamboo Buddhist staff and walked like an immortal. Seeing this scene, he was slightly moved. He sighed softly and said, "When you forget yourself, you don't care about life and death. You're full of courage. When you wake up, you know that you shouldn't do something, but you still don't forget to do it. You know the nature of the root bone. A little selfishness is not enough to cover a good heart. "
The old monk rushed to the bottom of the canyon and swooped down like an eagle. He grabbed Hsu Fengnian with one hand and stepped on the void with the tip of his feet. He floated in the air and floated toward the young herdsmen. He said softly, "Your Highness, please save people and allow me to stop the herd of bison."
When Hsu Fengnian subconsciously hugged the young girl's waist, the old monk said softly, "Up." A man and a woman floated to the top of the mountain.
The old monk's feet finally landed on the ground. He turned around and stabbed the Buddhist staff into the ground.
If he wasn't wearing a kasaya, he would give people the impression that he was an old monk who looked like an old man in the countryside. His eyes were glaring as he faced the tide of buffaloes and let out a muffled low roar.
His voice was like a thunderclap that spread miles away.
Beimang's New Wushu Review held this Buddhist saint in high esteem. It said, "The Holy Monk of the Dragon Tree of the Two Zen Temples is fearless. He has the Buddha's voice and the Lion's Roar."
The herd of bison suddenly stopped rushing forward. There was silence.
Blood flowed like a river in the canyon.
The old monk lowered his head in shame and put his palms together.
Hsu Fengnian was exhausted. He stumbled and sat on the ground. The young girl sat cross-legged behind him. Her eyes were full of tears. She gently supported His Royal Highness who was falling backward. Hsu Fengnian was not in the mood to care about whether the old monk had set a trap or not. He was not in the mood to care about the girl behind him. He just looked down at his blood-stained clothes and smiled bitterly. "It's not good to keep vomiting blood like this."
Then, he fainted.
The old monk pulled out his bamboo staff and came to the top of the mountain. He took Hsu Fengnian's pulse and felt relieved. Then, he took out a white bowl from the bag on his back. He slid his finger across his wrist to fill the bowl and handed it to the young girl.
The old monk's blood was not the scarlet color of an ordinary person. It was the golden color recorded in the obscure Buddhist scriptures!
He was a Buddha who had reached the Vajra Realm.
The young girl's thoughts were connected. She hugged Hsu Fengnian and fed him the bowl of golden blood that was worth more than a few coins.
After the old monk got up, he floated to the bottom of the valley again. He recited the Vajra Sutra all the way. After leaving the canyon, he flew to the top of the mountain. He pulled down his inferior horse and led it forward. He said softly, "Congratulations to Your Highness for reaching the Great Vajra Realm."
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