"Amitabha, what the national teacher said, Qinghui is a little bit confused..."
Fan Qinghui shook his head, there was also a hint of determination on the beautiful face, and said lightly: "But if the national teacher insists on arranging me Ci Hang Jing Zhai, then please forgive Qing Hui's hardship, I am Ci Hang Jing Zhai is definitely not a soft persimmon that everyone can insult!"
"Oh?"
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, as if he had sensed something, and sneered: "It turns out that there is a helper, so no wonder you are so confident...If this is the case, what are you waiting for?"
As if to confirm this statement, if the four ray of sounds are there or not, it seems that someone is rushing, and the breath is extremely long, and he is an unworldly master.
Not long after, the four figures had already arrived in front of Ye Chen.
At the forefront is an old monk holding a Zen stick, with a graceful temperament, a burly and mighty stature, and white beards and eyebrows.
The man on the left, dressed in a brown robe, tall and straight, with black beard and eyebrows, a look of compassion and compassion, and his eyes gleaming with the utmost wisdom, like a master of Taoism.
The white eyebrows on the right hand side of the ear, long beard straight to the chest and abdomen, but the skin on his face is youthful and smooth, the top of the head is bald, the whole person reveals a comfortable air, seemingly kind, holding a pot in his hand, so uncomfortable .
The one behind him was thin and dark, wearing a black monk robe, holding a wooden fish in his hand, and his eyes were fleeting.
The four people just stand at random, like a statue of a Bodhisattva, blending in the heavens and the earth, sealing all the paths that Ye Chen can escape.
"Oh, it turned out to be the four of you!"
A clear color flashed in his eyes, Ye Chen said quietly.
The four people in front of them are the four great monks in Buddhism. They are the wisdom master of Tiantai Sect, the Jiaxiang master of Sanlunzong, the Dixin Venerable of Huayan Sect, and the Daoxin master of the fourth ancestor of Zen.
The martial arts of these four people are similar to those of Fan Qinghui, but they are better than the four people's understanding. If they are shot together, with the power of the formation, they can compete with the three great masters.
"Why, would Fan Qinghui invite you to deal with me?"
Knowing the four people's intentions, Ye Chen still looked like Yan Yan with a smile, and didn't seem to care about the existence of the four.
The foremost Venerable Emperor Dixin said: "If there is diligence, it is vain not diligence, if it is not vain, there is no end to diligence. The martial arts of the national teacher has already reached the limit of heaven and man, and the poor monks are just Ordinary people, how dare to be arrogant, today I am waiting to be invited to come, just to stop the national teacher for a while, as for those who really want to be with the national teacher, there are other people."
When the voice fell, the four monks shared the name of the Buddha.
The voices of the four monks are different, the tones are different, the faith is soft, the wisdom is brighter, the emperor's heart is strong, and Jiaxiang is dumb.
However, the voices of the four people combined, they are like a twilight drum and morning bell, shaking the void, awakening those who have been fascinated by the suffering of the world and dream of spring and autumn, realizing that life is just a spring dream!
Even Ye Chen's mind was slightly shaken for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
"Interesting...interesting..."
Looking at several people, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You Buddhism people, like to delve into these empty-headed things, you should call Ning Daoqi out...otherwise it will be too late. I am afraid that I can't help but shoot, and I will immediately kill you here!"
The tone was sharp, and the atmosphere created by the four of them was broken up in an instant. Even the female disciples of Cihang Jingzhai around them couldn't help but shudder.
At the same time.
A voice with a somewhat ethereal meaning came from not far away.
There was no need to exhale, but the words sounded clearly in Ye Chen's ears, as if Ning Daoqi, a Gedai master who was known as the first person in the Central Plains and one of the three great masters, was whispering in his ear.
"How I hope to come today is to drink and talk with the national teacher, and share my experience of life. I only hate the world, and regard everything as a dog, let us sink and turn upside down, and the intention is in the chest. Today, Yang Guang is tyrannical and innocent. As a cultivator of the Taoism, I just help you to be a torture. I am so tired that I, a big fool who forgets years and never returns, has to ask the national teacher for advice, but I don’t care whether I can bear it. Be merciful."
"Oh?"
Following this voice, Ye Chen also noticed.
Not far from the treetop, stood a Taoist from Eguan Bodai, with five strands of long beard, with a simple and simple face, wearing a generous brocade robe, looks majestic like a mountain, with a dusty and elegant hermit taste, a pair The innocent eyes that seemed to fight against the world were looking at Ye Chen without blinking
Seeing this situation, Ye Chen's eyes were slightly squinted, and the corners of his mouth did not consciously put on a touch of sarcasm, and said lightly: "The original Dao brother's modest and self-sacrificing mentality has reached the state of total selflessness, and it has won my Taoism. The purpose of tranquility, just why come here this muddy water?"
The implication is that Ning Daoqi, as a Taoist master, is willing to become a running dog of Buddhism.
On the other hand, Ning Daoqi seemed to be used to it. He didn’t care at all, and said:
I don’t like Lao Tzu’s seriousness. I have no choice but to have Zhuang Zhou’s magnificence and love him even more. There is no need to be embarrassed here."
"is it?"
Ye Chen shook his head: "It turns out that the brother Dao asked for life, death, longevity, success or failure, right and wrong, and dissatisfaction, surpassing all desires, seeing the world and all things as one with himself, and I do not know whether there is a way to human beings... …It’s a pity that I don’t have a lot of speculation. Besides, since Poverty Dao is a Daoist in this life, it’s hard to tolerate Dao brother’s behavior."
"Today, the poor road will come to my door and clear the door..."
Just when Ning Daoqi was about to continue arguing with verbal tactics, Ye Chen moved, and with a stroke of his palm, the ancient sword of Zhuxian was firmly held in his hand.
"Among the three great masters, Fu Cailin gave up his life for Goguryeo. Wu Zun Bi Xuan is the patron saint of the Turkic people. You are the only one, Ning Daoqi... As a Taoist master, you are in the company of Buddhism. If there is no such behavior, It's okay to be hit by the poor road, but if you and I meet here today, then you can only leave you a whole body with dignity!"
After the words fell, the Zhuxian Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with colorful sword light.
The long sword pierced the void, suffocating the sky, the vitality of the world and the earth concentrated on the sword's edge, and the stars and the moon in the sky were immediately eclipsed.
"dead--"
Ning Daoqi's robe sleeves were bulging and arched, and a majestic and continuous vigor poured out from his sleeves.
The sword that came in front of him blocked a block, and then he rushed forward, seemingly rushing, if it was slow, the contradictory feeling made people look like a headache, but it was chic and beautiful.
"You can't escape."
Indifferent words sounded, matching the ancient sword of Zhu Xian in Ye Chen's hand, but it was like a demon who killed his life.
