Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

   Chapter 105 Chao Wendao, you can die in the evening

  The yellow clouds and the waves of Baizhang are connected together, turning into a Buddha standing above the sky.

  The absence of signs is also the presence of signs, it is mysterious suffering, it is Buddha, and it is also sentient beings.

   "Go back and let the teacher come."

   Zhang Xiao stepped out and said with a smile, "Xuan Ku, if you say that there is no sign, then there is no sign, so what else do you have to do with all beings? If you have any means, just come to me Tai Xuzi!"

   Its sound is sonorous and can be heard on the ground.

  When everyone looked around, they saw a tiny figure standing in the yellow sky and blue sea, laughing about the Buddha, one person could fight the sky, and could not help but sigh, this is the master of Qinghui Taoist priest.

   Qingquan choked up: "Master..."

The sentence    stepped back and let his teacher come, which made him seem to have returned to his childhood. The tall and majestic man in Taoist robe stopped the black bear who broke into the Taoist temple and was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

   At that time, his cultivation base was very low.

   Now, he has been able to hold up the sky.

   "Tai Xuzi, sentient beings have no reappearance of self, human form, sentient form, and longevity form, no form, nor illegal form, it is no form. Everything, it's time to end!"

   Xuan Ku stretched out his palm, and the hundred-zhang Buddha also stretched out his palm and pressed against the ants under the waves.

   Zhang Xiaoyi watched calmly.

   The light boat shook violently and threw it into the sky.

  Xuan was so bitter that his heart could be punished, and he even allowed him to become independent and suffer this death in front of everyone's eyes.

   "Hehe, Xuanku, since you can't turn the light boat into a sea of ​​suffering, since you have no aspect, it means that all living beings have a place to stand. So, how can you call it no aspect?"

   Zhang Xiaoyi stood in the air and smiled, "You are neither truly bitter nor without signs, and I am who I am, the sky cannot be changed, the earth cannot be changed, my Tao is me, and it cannot be erased!"

   This is no longer about fighting the law, but about the Tao.

   If you lose the fight, you may still survive.

  When the Dao is defeated, the light will be death, but the thoughts will be like dust, like walking corpses, like walking flesh, life is not as good as death!

   "Arrogant!"

   Xuan Ku gave a cold drink and pressed his palm.

boom--

   Zhang Xiaoyi in the air was crushed into minced meat, and the sea water swept him into an unknown destination.

   "Master...Master!"

   Qingquan's eyes were stunned, and he cried out in pain, "Brother, our master is... dead again!"

  Why again?

   This time the sadness doesn't seem to be that big...

   Dead and dead, just get used to it?

  Sun Buer and the others were also stunned. Daoist Taixuzi was slapped to death by this old monk?

   However, in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, and they all looked at the mid-air where their palms fell.

   I saw a little bit of flesh growing, one arm, one arm, face, chest and abdomen, belly button, lower...lower body, reorganizing into a new body in mid-air.

  【Daoying】From the projection of the Dao, as long as the body is still there, it can be reborn infinitely, immortal and immortal

   Just now, everyone didn't see how Taixuzi was resurrected. This time, because of Xuanku, he was isolated, and it was immediately visible and reflected in everyone's eyes.

   "This...this is a miracle!"

   "Master Taixuzi, accept me, your long-lost, impoverished, ignorant apprentice!"

   "I...I also want to worship the Spiritual Pivot!"

  “…”

  Some people even fell to their knees and kept worshiping.

   There are servants and disciples of Yijianmen.

   It's outrageous to say it, it's just outrageous.

   And Xuan Ku stayed where he was.

   "This... how is this possible!?"

   His heart has been greatly impacted, I am for me, the sky cannot be changed, and the earth cannot be changed?

   "I am neither suffering nor signless!?"

   His body trembled, and he felt weak for a while. Could it be that he has been wrong all these years?

   "Buddha is Tao, Buddha is Tao..."

  A huge crack suddenly appeared in the orange-yellow sky, revealing the light of the morning sun. The sea water separated in all directions, and the light boat turned into land, extending outward layer by layer.

   Soon, the appearance of Yijianmen reappeared.

  Tai Xuzi staggered and fell from the air, the sound of "bang" was completely absent, but he coughed twice, dusted off the dust, and stood in the courtyard.

   "Taoism is natural, nothing more than that..."

   Qingquan muttered to himself if he realized something.

  Poof——

   Xuan Ku spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, his brows were dark, and he seemed to be much older.

   His insignificance was shattered, his state of mind was covered with ashes, the Buddhist altar collapsed, and his path of cultivation was cut off.

   Zhang Xiaoyi asked, "Xuan Ku, do you still want to fight?"

  Bai Yao showed her figure at the arch of the courtyard, holding a purple-gold bowl in her hand, looking at Zhang Ming with questioning eyes.

   Zhang Ming shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not need to do anything.

   Everyone looked at the old monk standing at the door. Does he still want to fight? Will he win Taixuzi?

   It should be known that Daoxuzi has been defending, but until now, he has not shot.

  Xuanku raised his head blankly, his eyes unfocused. After a long time, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has been defeated, thank the benefactor for your mercy."

   After saying this, the aura on his body disintegrated little by little, as if his cultivation in the Yangshen realm was evaporating.

   After a while, he no longer felt any pressure on him, just like an ordinary old man.

  I grow old and grow towards dusk.

   Zhang Xiaoyi snorted and said, "Chao Wendao, you can die in the evening. Old monk, please do it!"

   He even planned to let it go.

  Qingquan immediately shouted: "Master! He...he is our enemy, he killed you just now!"

  Sun Buer also respectfully advised: "Master Taixuzi, this person is a strong man in Xiaohanshan Temple. If he stays, he will suffer endlessly, and we must cut the grass and root it!"

   Zhang Ming controlled Zhang Xiaoyi to wave his hand and sighed: "He is already dead, let him go."

   Seeing this, everyone stopped talking.

   Xuan Ku bowed and saluted, said thanks, turned around, crossed the threshold of Yijianmen, and left slowly.

   "The Buddha said, if you see me with your appearance, and you ask me with your voice, you will be walking in the wrong way and will not be able to see the Tathagata."

   Behind him, the last Buddha's name is left.

  …

  Meditation Temple, inner courtyard.

   Zen Master Huilun sat in meditation for a while, but he felt uneasy, so he walked out of the door and came to the courtyard.

   "Uncle Shi, you...you are back!"

  Xuzhu suddenly shouted in the outer courtyard.

  Hui Lun's heart moved, and he hurriedly walked to the courtyard outside, only to see Master Xuan Ku's twilight, stepping into the courtyard door, with relief in his eyes.

   "Uncle Master, Yijianmen..."

   Master Huilun asked respectfully subconsciously.

   However, Xuan Ku slowly raised his head, his eyes were vicissitudes, and the desolation on his body shocked his mind.

   "Nephew Huilun, poor monk... defeated."

   Xuan said bitterly, as if he had exhausted the last ounce of strength on his body, and his footsteps staggered.

  Hui Lun quickly supported his palm, but felt that the tentacles were cold, and could not help but look at his arm, only to see a trace of cracks appearing on the surface of Master Uncle's body.

   "Uncle Xuanku! You are..."

   He just felt as uncomfortable as the sky was falling.

  Xuanku smiled and patted his palm, as if comfortingly said: "Nephew, Chao Wendao, it's okay to die in the evening. If you can't do it, just... let it go."

   said, he had no more strength, his eyes slowly closed, and only his lips were still moving laboriously.

  Hui Lun's fierce eyes filled with tears, she leaned over and asked, "Uncle, what did you say?"

   That finger lightly touched his palm, and his dying lips whispered: "Buddha is... the way."

   However, Hui Lun did not hear clearly after all.

  Xuan Ku's body shattered into pieces in his arms, and in the blink of an eye it crumbled into powder like porcelain.

  Hui Lun emptied his arms all of a sudden, raised his hands, tears dripped into the dust, and shouted angrily: "Lingshu Guan! Qing Hui! If this seat doesn't kill you... I swear it won't come true!"

   (end of this chapter)