Zhutian Avenue

It is vast outside, and the green land is endless.

The Zhuanshan Mountain is soaring. Among the halls, the Zhuanwang stares at the sky. At some moment, the eyes are slowly retracted, and a gloomy expression appears on his face.

He did not go to the mountain of king power, but his divine will, but he went away to see everything that happened on the mountain of king power.

He was so desperately searching the world that he never found the vitality of a monarch.

He's really gone!

"He finally left."

The runner king seemed to rejoice.

Happiness lies in the fact that this enemy who has suppressed his own armor is finally leaving. What's worse, he hasn't been able to fight with him after all.

"Guru, why are you happy and sad?"

Some monks saw his mood and could not help asking.

"Dao You passed away, and my heart felt as if the Buddha was coming, and my heart rejoiced."

The runner king held the beads, and Bao Xiang was solemn as the living Buddha.

His way is different from Pang Wanyang, different from Mu Qingfeng, and also different from the real person who worships the moon. His way is not in heaven, but in sentient beings.

All sentient beings enter the kingdom of Buddhism.

Before Jiazi, he wanted to raise swordsmen from the earth and want chaos among the nations. However, when he encountered An Qisheng who was born out of nowhere, he had to die.

He was very clear in his heart that the Taoist monarch was different from Pang Wanyang, who had only the heavenly heart. Once he acted, he would be bitten by him.

At first, he was not afraid, because he was sitting in a vast country, the power of a nation, and the spirit of all peoples were in his body, and he was the enemy of this vast grassland, even though Pang Wanyang was once on the grassland. No threat to him.

But the monarchy is different ...

"The Buddha Kingdom is coming?"

"Is the buddha finally gone?"

"I am merciful, I am merciful!"

Many monks in the temple chanted the Buddhist chants and wept with joy.

No one doubts that the runner king is wrong, just as the people of the kingship will not doubt An Qisheng.

"Guru! May I call the king to meet you?",

A monk bowed slightly.

His name was Dorje, and he changed it to Dafeng language, that is, King Kong, the disciple under the throne of the runner, the body of the veins, and the guardian of the temple.

His man was thin and short, and his body was yellow, but he was not unhealthy at all. On the contrary, just like his name, it was like King Kong.

His voice, like the collision of gold and iron, sounded loud.

"Yi Jiazi has passed. My wolf kingdom has thousands of soldiers, and millions of believers have been craving this day for many years."

An old monk put a single palm on his chest and sighed slightly.

His name just made it, which means longevity.

In fact, he is the longest-lived person in Zhuanlun Temple, the master of Zhuanrun, who has lived for two hundred years.

"Good, good."

The other monks also clasped their hands and smiled.

The princes of the kingship were smashing the armors of the world, and they were out of breath, not only the gates of Dafeng, but also the rivers and lakes.

"Amitabha."

While the monks in the hall were talking to themselves, a middle-aged monk chanted a Buddhist chant long in the corner:

"Guru, Dafeng already has a kingship. When I enter it, there will be waves. I am a compassionate Buddha, so why kill this?"

Middle-aged monks face compassion.

The rest of the monks heard the words, but they disagreed, but many monks seemed to be very afraid of this person and never refuted.

"Once the wolf kingdom was endlessly chaotic, and the various tribes were in danger, why are they united now and never have war again?"

Then the old monk shook his head slightly and said:

"People have infinite desires, and desires give birth to endless hardships and troubles, but the Buddha does not need all of them. Wang Zhitian, how is it like Buddha to cross the world?"

"I am compassionate, why do you see swords in the world?"

The middle-aged monk sighed:

"Buddhas, but we, not Buddhas."

The other monks immediately changed color and refuted one after another, until they saw the runner Wang Guangguang hang down.

"Lausanne!"

The runner looked at the middle-aged monk and slowly said:

"The world suffers a lot, but the Buddha saves the world, the woes of the swordsmen in the world, and the fate of the world's suffering should be carried by this seat."

"Guru is merciful! I am merciful!"

The monks are all in the palms of their hands, with reverence in their faces.

Lausanne bowed slightly and stopped talking.

"You can't bear it ..."

Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed in the hall.

This sigh was extremely gentle, while echoing, it suppressed the sound in the whole hall.

A group of people changed in color, looking around, looking around, but couldn't see where the voice was, but the countless monks and serfs outside the hall seemed to have not heard the sigh and were still doing it. Your own thing.

"This this......."

Only then did the old monk's face change, and his heart rose sharply.

This sound sounded from the heart, not through the void as the medium.

His people are thousands of miles away.

This is the true voice of a thousand miles. In this world, there is only one person who can do this.

The first king of Taoism in the world.

he came? !!

Click ~

The bead in the runner's palm no longer rotates, and the round behind the head rises slowly like a sun wheel, waving the light, folding his hands together, looking into the distance:

"It turns out you haven't left yet ..."

In the light of his eyes, the air machine circulates, and the light and shadow outline, as if following an inexplicable air machine, he sees the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky is up, and the barren grass is down.

In the vast world, an old figure with white clothes and white hair came slowly from afar.

While the runner king looked up, the figure in white slowly looked up, and his faint eyes seemed to see the runner king a thousand miles away, above the throne of the hall.

The runner king sits in the town of Zhuanlun Mountain, and his mind is infinitely tall. It seems to be mixed with this vast earth air machine, towering like a living god.

"You shouldn't come."

Seeing An Qisheng's current situation, the runner Wang Muguang rippled and sighed slightly:

"I am invincible and should not be buried in the hands of a poor monk ..."

He has been on Zhuanshan for a hundred years. The whole Zhuanshan is his dojo, and the boundless prairie is his country of Buddhism.

In his current state, how come he is his opponent?

"Great world, how can I be willing to take a closer look before leaving?"

An Qisheng's eyes were bland, as if his words were light.

His body was very old, and his energy and spirit had been condensed in the King's Power Sword. At this time, it was like a physical body, and his breath would not pass through the roadside trees and sand.

The human heart is weak, because of all external factors, strength, martial arts, physique, power, wealth.

The martial arts decider, swallows the world, runs wild, has a firm mind, is rich in the world, is rich in money and can be a god. On any occasion, it is the eye-catching, strong heart, and power at hand. There is also a desire to kill and win.

However, what about losing this?

How many people can have strong minds before?

State of mind will be reversed.

At this time, An Qisheng's state of mind will no longer be reversed. Any encounters or anything will have no effect on his mind.

A thousand miles away, the two were intimate.

Feeling the heart of An Qisheng, the runner Wang Muguang had deep ripples.

At this moment, he had the illusion that this old Taoist who had lost everything was more powerful.

Standing between heaven and earth, it looks like a Buddha or a Buddha.

"The human heart is only dangerous, the Tao heart is weak, the only one is fine, the only one is allowed to execute. The invincibility of man is not in physical fitness, not in martial arts, but in one heart!"

An Qisheng's eyes were indifferent:

"You can't see through this, it will be difficult to become a permanent resident!"

"Residents in the big world! If you do n’t know Dharma, how can you practice it?"

The runner's face finally moved.

In the Ferris Wheel, there are six realms of ‘seeing people’, ‘seeing me’, ‘seeing all beings’, ‘seeing the heavens and earth’, ‘my world’ and staying in the world ’.

However, even though he has practiced for hundreds of years, he has seen all beings, and he has access to the world, surpassing all his predecessors, and even the Ferris, the founder of the reincarnation method, he is still unable to peek into the highest realm in which the big world resides.

Could this monarch be a man?

"There is no difference between Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. Only by carrying out our own will can we achieve great freedom!"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly:

"Some ancestor calls it, the unity of knowledge and action!"

"Freedom?"

The runner Wang Muguang condenses.

These four words are bland, but it seems that they can see their whole life.

I want to open a Buddhist nation in the world, why not unite knowledge and action?

Hum ~

He clasped his palms together, and the light wheel in his head brightened, shining on the entire turn of the mountain like a sun, piercing through the clouds for dozens of miles.

Between light and shadow, there seems to be a shadow of a big Buddha between heaven and earth!

The big Buddha sits on the top of the mountain, its body is like a mountain, its head is soaring into the clouds, the towering sky is infinite, and the light of the Buddha shines on the earth.

For a while, Zhuanlun Mountain, and even countless tribes nearby, among the Golden Wolf King Court, countless believers have fallen to their knees and worshiped infinitely and religiously.

"In this life, the poor monk would only wish to return to the world, Taoist friend, you already have to leave, why stop me?"

The King of Wheels issued a huge Buddha sound, and his divine intention combined with the weather of the sky, and it fell like a hand of the sky.

The sound of the Buddha everywhere caused even more devout worship of countless believers.

"At this point in spiritual practice, the Giant Ferris must kneel before you in the world. It is indeed an unprecedented pride on the prairie ..."

An Qisheng looked at the sea of ​​clouds and nodded:

"Unfortunately, the more so, the more you can't survive ..."

Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, Runner King, and Han taste palace are all the best in the world, and the soldiers can be superior to them, but they may not be able to match them.

Compared to Pang Wanyang, the runner king seems somewhat inferior.

But being able to integrate a country, politics and religion is more thorough than the Pope of Chiyun Kingdom, and it is a true world-wide figure.

The power of kingship is not deep, and Jiang Tingting and others have failed to grow up. Even if they can win with the sword of kingship, there will be boundless swordsmen in the world.

Although he is going to leave, he will not leave a mess.

Because of the disciples of all beings in the world, his face is not so big.

"in this way......"

Between the sea of ​​clouds, the head of the Buddha hanged down and made a sigh:

"Where is Daoyou?"

"My heart is where I am, even if the dojo is the kingdom of Buddhism, that is, cave heaven, that is, the land of blessings ..."

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm.

Hum ~

As An Qisheng slowly raised his hand, a whisper of indescribable humming rang through the runner mountain.

Countless people with high spirituality have feelings in their hearts, and they have a big fear in their hearts. On the contrary, they have ordinary mentality and are not aware of it.

"Ok?!"

And the runner who has cultivated his mind to a very high level, feels even greater than ever!

Be there!

At this moment, everything An Qisheng felt fell on him!

The blood gas fell, the true energy disappeared, the Qi pulse was weak, the muscles and bones were soft, and the spirit fell ...

It seemed only momentarily that he had been cut off and became a complete mortal!

terror!

Great horror!

In the world, the most terrifying thing is not unavailable, but gain and lose!

A king became a beggar, the world became a waste, and the wealthy man became a dog and a dog!

This is the scariest in the world!

The runner's mentality is strong, and fear has surfaced and he has been beheaded.

He knows that all this is fantasy and everything is not true, but if his state of mind is broken, all this will become true!

Confrontation of minds is so dangerous!

"Ah!

Mi!

Tuo!

Buddha! "

The runner Wang Chang recites the Buddha's name, and the light wheel behind his head seems to have blossoming golden lotus, and the sound of the Buddha's chanting is the masterpiece.

Secretly, there seemed to be a monk, Luo Han, and a Bodhisattva appeared all over him.

The sea of ​​clouds seems to be a Buddha country!

Outside the runner mountain, countless devotees of the king of the runner's god, the serfs worshipped and worshipped, nodding.

Suddenly, the shadows flow from the sea of ​​clouds, seemingly there are giant pillars that penetrate the sky and penetrate the sky of the sea of ​​clouds, covering the earth and the country of the Buddha.

A bland voice covered the chanting of the Buddha's voice:

"Come!"

Countless believers are horrified. The giant pillar is clearly a finger, which covers the earth of the Buddha and pinches the Buddha. It is an infinite palm!

boom!

There seemed to be tens of thousands of thunders at the same time, with five fingers pinched, everything disappeared.

Countless people looked up to the sky, only to feel that the sky was empty, the sea of ​​clouds was still there, the breeze was slowly moving, where is there any Buddha country, giant palm, everything seemed just illusory.

As if nothing had happened!

For a while, countless people were stunned, not knowing the truth.

"Guru!"

"Guru!"

In the runner ’s hall, the runner ’s golden body disappeared as much as possible. The light wheel behind his head was overshadowed and fell to the ground. Many monks were shocked and sorrowed.

"Amitabha."

In a sorrowful sound, the runner reluctantly opened his eyes, and his dry fingers pointed at Lausanne in the corner:

"Before I came back, you took the runner's seal and became the runner king ..."

Without saying a word, he had closed his eyes, and the breath fell with the golden light, as if disappeared.

Huh ~

On the prairie, An Qisheng slowly held his palm, and there seemed to be sermons singing between his fingers.

Where my heart is, even if it is a dojo, it can be a finger, it can be the internal organs, it can be any place, it is not necessary to use mountains and rivers as the carrier.

With his hands on his back and his arms around, he slowly disappeared at the end of the horizon:

"Color is empty, empty is color, color is not different, empty is not different ..."

What is matter and what is space?

Between human and heaven, heaven and earth are spaces, and among the human body, there are countless microorganisms living. Is human, space?

Everything is interdependent, just as there is yang in yin, and yin in yang.

The space is empty, the substance is color, the color is not different, the empty is not different, true or false, the empty color is nothing more.

The runner Wang still cares about one mountain, one place, one country and one family.

But he didn't even care about heaven and earth.

........

Thirty-three months, not a long time.

For many people, even going out of a state is not enough, but for some people, it is enough to travel all over the country and overseas.

Golden Wolf Kingdom, he talked with the runner king, Dayan Kingdom, he played against the monarch, Chiyun Kingdom, he sat with the Pope to drink tea, talk about heaven and earth ...

Hailou State, Dingguo, Wanguo, boundless desert, endless seas, etc ....... all left his footprints.

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, and even the disciples of kingship in the past were all looking for the whereabouts of An Qisheng.

It is a pity that after all, nothing can be found, and An Qisheng's whereabouts can no longer be found. .

Time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, three thousand years ...

Three thousand years passed.

Throughout the dynasties ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, some people have eloquently said that they have encountered the legendary kingship Taoist. Unfortunately, most of them are rumors, but even so, whenever there is news of the kingship Taoist, the world is still going to turbulently, inspiring countless people to go. Look for.

In the three thousand years, with the spread of 'Lingmi' and some methods of spreading kingship, the martial arts of the rivers and lakes changed from generation to generation, countless days of heroes emerged endlessly, and newcomers outnumbered the old.

The Eight-handed Sword of Kingship has become the target of countless martial arts in the world, and every one hundred years, the Eight-handed Sword of Kingship will flow into the world, looking for the most amazing disciples to inherit, and to develop and perfect the exercises .

Therefore, Wang Dao Dao has always stood upright, and has been in the world for 3,000 years.

For three thousand years, even though Tianjiao's outstanding people have emerged endlessly, dragons and snakes have risen to the ground, but no one can become emperor.

Three thousand three hundred years later, Daqing State, Yanhua Prefecture, and a certain town in Jiannan Prefecture gave birth to a child named Zhengyang through the family. In the same year, in the royal palace, the sword hummed.

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