The monk in white carried a large section of the Yellow River over the Heavenly Gate and flooded the Tao Te Sect. The pilgrims inside and outside the Eighteen Temples were stunned. When they saw the Yellow River hanging in the sky, they were afraid that the monk would lose his mind and pour the water over their heads. If that happened, they would die unjustly. They would really be like fish in the moat. The monk in white went straight to the Hovering Mountain. There was a lot of discussion at the foot of the mountain. Many pilgrims were satisfied after they came back to their senses. This strange phenomenon was really worthy of being called the work of immortals. How many times could it be seen in the human world? In addition to the pilgrims who came to the Eighteen Temples of Tao Te Sect to burn incense, there were also a lot of people who wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. The buildings on the top of the Taoist temple had already been divided up by the rich and powerful of Beimang. A man in plain clothes stood in the turbulent crowd. He was inconspicuous as he rarely raised his head and looked directly at others. He did not look very elegant at all except for his height. He came to the foot of the mountain half a year ago. His food, clothing, housing, and transportation were ordinary. He also ate scallion pancakes with many pilgrims to fill his stomach. At night, he would just find an empty space to lie down and sleep. At most, he would use a long gown as a quilt. When he saw the monk in white leaping over the Heavenly Gate as if he was going to trouble Immortal Qilin, he did not want to stay any longer. When he was about to turn around, he smiled warmly and stopped. A short and sturdy man with dark skin came to his side. His arms were as long as an ape's and his earlobes were unusually thick, similar to the ears of the Bodhisattva statue. When ordinary people saw him, they would only say that he was blessed with good fortune. The middle-aged man's eyes were indifferent. He pursed his lips and stood side by side with the relatively young man in plain clothes. Comparisons were odious. The latter, who was originally not outstanding, immediately became gentle and elegant. He smiled and said, "I knew you would come, but I didn't expect to see you again."
The dark-skinned man grunted in agreement.
The man in long clothes raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes. He looked into the distance. The two immortals of Tao Te Sect stayed behind to guard the old monk in Two Zen Temples. The three immortals entered the Heavenly Gate one after another to stop the monk in white. He said with emotion, "The Five Immortals could not break the Golden Body of the Dragon Tree Monk.
The middle-aged man said calmly, "The Sages of the three sects are different from us. When they reach the peak of their respective states, there is no need to be envious of them."
The tall man in his thirties chuckled. "I thought you were going to tear that Yellow River apart."
The man shook his head and said, "Five Spiritual Masters ganged up on the Dragon Tree Eminent Monk. As a disciple, Li Xiaoxin returned the courtesy to the Dao De Sect. Even if he set up a bigger scene, it wouldn't be too much. From the looks of it, the Two Zen Temples were in the right, while the Dao De Sect was being unreasonable. I'm just here to watch the show. "
The man in his thirties retracted his gaze. He actually had a pair of pupil-less, silver-white eyes. He rejoiced in their misfortune and said, "With this downpour, the Dao De Dao Sect has become a pond. Our Northern Mang Daoist Sect has lost all of its face. If the Imperial Preceptor doesn't make a move, how will he have the face to exterminate the Buddha? "
The man didn't have the leisure to laugh at others like the man beside him. His words were as plain as ever, never deliberately giving others the feeling of thunder on the ground. "Then I don't know."
"The Dragon Tree Holy Monk explained the Diamond Sutra in simple terms. It's a pity that you didn't hear it."
The man frowned and said, "Hong Jingyan, the Dragon Tree Eminent Monk studied the Diamond Sutra his whole life and achieved the Buddha Golden Body. Yet you want to grasp everything in your hands. It won't be beneficial to your martial arts attainments in the future. Instead, it will be harmful. "
The silver-eyed man called Hong Jingyan laughed self-deprecatingly. "Anyway, I can't beat you no matter how much I practice martial arts. It's better to learn some fancy skills that can scare people. Look at Li Chungang from the Liyang Dynasty who borrowed his sword and Li Xiaoxin who hung on the river. It'll be talked about in Jianghu for forty to fifty years. "
The man didn't seem to understand the ways of the world. He said, "How to persuade is my business. How to do it is your business."
Hong Jingyan couldn't help but laugh. "If you really want someone to do something, who dares to not do it?"
The honest man dismissed it with a smile.
Hong Jingyan, who was knocked down from the fourth place in the world by the white-robed Luo Yang, suggested, "Let's eat something?"
The man nodded and said, "We left in a hurry and didn't bring any money. I'll pay you back later."
Hong Jingyan moved his feet and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You're actually arguing with me about this?"
He didn't expect the man to say bluntly, "Our friendship isn't at that level."
Hong Jingyan laughed heartily and didn't insist on his opinion. There was a Taoist temple nearby that had vegetarian dishes, but it was overcrowded. The two waited patiently. During this time, the man was bumped by a careless pilgrim and didn't move at all. However, the burly pilgrim stumbled and he reached out to support him. The pilgrim came to the Dao De Sect to burn incense and ask for money. He wasn't a good person who sincerely believed in Daoism. After being humiliated, he was about to get angry. However, when he saw a man whose physique was not inferior to his, he cursed and left. The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to him. Hong Jingyan was familiar with his temperament and was used to it. The two waited for a table and Hong Jingyan ordered two bowls of noodles. They sat opposite each other and buried their heads in the noodles. Hong Jingyan sucked the noodles into his mouth and asked vaguely, "Step by step, the three realms of Diamond Finger and Celestial Phenomenon, what's the difference between them and the Two Zen Temples' Invincible Vajra, Immortal Qilin's Xuan Finger and Cao Changqing's Celestial Phenomenon? Moreover, the realm of martial arts is like Đồng Thái's Xuan Finger. It's not quite the same as ours. "
The man finished his noodles and put down his chopsticks on the bowl. He shook his head and said, "I'm not good at reasoning. If you're willing, we can fight. "
Fight with you? Hong Jingyan didn't respond at all. He answered his own question and said calmly, "I can carry the Yellow River to cross the Heaven's Gate. Of course, it'll be more difficult. But Li Dang has to follow the rules. He won't pour the Yellow River over everyone's head. He's unwilling and he doesn't dare. If it's me, I'll do whatever I want. Daoists pay attention to the presence of deities. If a monk wants to become a Buddha, he must first have Buddha in his heart. In the end, the people of the three sects all borrowed power. Since they borrowed something from the Heavens, it's like a commoner borrowing money. They'll be softhearted and feel uncomfortable all over. Those who dare to be extravagant will become unorthodox or wild fox Zen. In the end, their immortality and freedom aren't really free in my opinion. As for the Confucian school of sacrificing oneself for righteousness, it's even more like a scholar's cage. In the end, it's only the martial arts who prove their Dao through strength that's refreshing. "
The man frowned and said, "You still haven't gotten to the point."
Hong Jingyan, who didn't have any edge to speak of today, laughed softly and said, "Let's not talk about this. Give me a definite answer. When the two countries are at war again, I'll go to your place to stay."
The middle-aged man didn't comment. Hong Jingyan didn't feel that he was being neglected or underestimated. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said slowly, "His Majesty has been purging the Jianghu for many years. It's time for flowers and fruits to blossom. When the time comes, there will be many outstanding Jianghu people like the Sword Emperor of Xi Shu on the battlefield. It's tragic. It'll be good if only one out of ten of them survive. I really feel bad for them. "
The dark and taciturn man interlocked his fingers and still didn't say a word.
Hong Jingyan suddenly asked, "Do you think the two of us can sneak into the palace of the Liyang Dynasty and take the head of the Zhao Family's son? Why don't we go to Beiliang and kill Xu Xiao? "
The man glanced at the man who made a name for himself in the Chess and Sword Music School and said lightly, "Although I don't know much about Buddhism, I've heard of a saying in the Central Plains, 'Virtue is one foot tall, the devil is ten feet tall.' I'm sure that Wang Xianzhi of the Martial Emperor City has been waiting for us for a long time. As for Xu Xiao, he's involved in the tripartite balance of power of Liang Mang and Liyang. Since you have ambitions, you can't kill him just because you want to. Besides, you can't kill him anyway. "
Hong Jingyan sighed.
The middle-aged man asked, "I heard you lost to her?"
The chair under Hong Jingyan's feet left the ground as it swayed. This man, who had once watched the devil grow up in Luoyang, said with a calm expression, "I lost. She paid a big price. She destroyed 126 acupoints and was heartless. She was a living dead. Later, she was shattered by Đồng Thái's sword aura. She won't live for long. "
The man was a little regretful.
He stood up and left the Taoist temple.
Hong Jingyan was silent for a long time. Finally, he exhaled a long breath. His whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
A woman wearing a veil hat and holding a pipa walked in. She sat quietly beside Hong Jingyan. She lifted the veil hat and revealed half of her face.
Hong Jingyan glanced at her and asked for a bowl of vegetarian noodles from the Taoist temple. He said, "He can owe me, but you can't."
The half-faced woman had a tender face and an old voice. She was as hoarse as an old woman. "She's not dead yet. How are you going to settle your debt?"
Hong Jingyan sneered. "Are you and your lover, Zhong Liang, qualified to collect debts from me?"
The woman pressed a string of the pipa in an instant.
Hong Jingyan stretched. "Don't be angry with me. You haven't eaten vegetarian noodles and you're already full? Look at how tactful I am. I can't beat that guy, so I'm treating him to a meal. "
The number of people Hong Jingyan couldn't beat could be counted on one hand.
And the Maha Bodhisattva who could make Hong Jingyan feel as if he was facing a great enemy had already crossed the Yellow River and headed to the Arctic Tundra.
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