Chapter 025: Heh, A Husband’s Pass

Even though Liu Songtao was clear about Wang Xianzhi’s mind, he still blocked the way.

With a single move of the Falling Sword Style, he drew down countless Bodhisattva Dharma Phantoms, trapping Wang Xianzhi who was in the middle of them.

The bodhisattva phantasms were both high and low, either so clear that they were visible, or so vague and indistinct, among them, the four bodhisattva phantasms were the tallest and most solemn, and they were divided into the four directions. Among them, the four Bodhisattvas are the tallest and the most majestic, and they are divided into four directions: Guan Shiyin, who uplifts the sufferings of all living beings; Manjushri, who is pure and untainted, and benefits the world; Pratyekabuddha, who has no regression; and Kṣitigarbha, who wishes to become a Buddha after he has finished with all living beings.

Among them, Pratyekabuddha is the most vivid and relatable, because of Wang Xiaoping’s sword heart of not retreating from the death of a human being, which is invariably in line with this path.

After Wang Xianzhi stepped on the ground, violently withdrew both fists, with him as the center of the circle, a enough to let the raging tide that beat the head of the city of Wudi eclipsed, wantonly declared out, the qi, no matter whether it is as well as landed in the air or still in a venerable Dharma, most of them crumbled, some also shaking, apparently out of the signs of dispersal.

Only the four bodhisattvas do not move, Manjushri bodhisattva even gold mouth slightly open, mouth chanting scripture, the top of the head vaguely a bit of long-sleeved fluttering celestial female haunting flying.

Between heaven and earth, golden light overflowing, fluorescent flow of color, as if in the other shore of the Buddha.

A hundred years ago, the first person in the jianghu, met the world more transcendent first person, this forceful battle magnificent realm, indeed did not record the ancient books today people can not imagine the point!

Wang Xianzhi simply do not go to harness the gas into a sword, body phantom, respectively, towards the four sides of the punch, after the punch, the phantom has not yet had time to merge into one, only to see a touch of snow-white stream of light around the Manjushri phantom, rushed to the old monks in the Liu Songtao.

Behind Liu Songtao, a Tantric Immovable Bodhisattva appeared in a wrathful state.

After being violently hit by Wang Xianzhi’s main body, Liu Songtao’s sitting position did not change a bit, but only slid out ten or so feet backwards. Another collision, exploded a thunder, hands together sitting on the ground Liu Songtao retreat again and again, but in the person and the phantom are on the way back, that immovable Ming Wang issued a dull angry shout.

If it is the people who are obsessed with enlightenment, they have long been woken up by the drink. If it was a stubborn devil, it would have been scared back.

Unfortunately, the one who crashed in was the martial artist Wang Xianzhi who could compete with the immortal Lu Dongxuan!

In the third blow, the standing Wang Xianzhi kicked the seated Liu Songtao in the forehead from high to low.

Directly kicking this demonic sect master who put down the butcher’s knife and sat on the ground to cultivate Buddha for a hundred years into the ground, the Immovable King Dharma phase then sank deep into the ground, only revealing the face that tended to be lax and awe-inspiring.

At the same time, the four Bodhisattvas in the distance transformed into earthly fireflies, slowly ascending into the air and returning to the sky.

Wang Xianzhi stops simply has been unbeatable offense, the old man unprecedentedly flooded with a trace of anger, asked in a deep voice: “Do you know someone has a wish?!”

Liu Songtao, who was still underground, stood up, turned around and closed his arms in salute, taking the initiative to disperse the last of his Dharma phases.

Then he slowly walked on the slanted and leveled dirt road as if it was cut out by a sword, stood in front of Wang Xianzhi, nodded, and softly replied, “May everyone in the future generations be able to open the Heavenly Gate with a sword.”

Wang Xianzhi said indifferently, “I am just an old piker with only the jianghu in his eyes.”

Liu Songtao thought for a while, calmly said: “You think the world’s rise and fall, that’s the king and ministers and readers should pick the burden, they do a good job, peace and prosperity, can’t afford to take on the chaotic world of people are worse than a dog, anyway, you Wang Xianzhi only pick the burden of the martial arts. But you think, I also think. In the end, it is a different way, so the different plans. From the sun North Mang two dynasties in order to win the world, lack of pay lack of silver, we have to play a variety of banners to destroy Buddha, let the Taoist priests sealed two Zen temple door not to mention the destruction of the temple to destroy the scriptures is countless, this is not all, but also to do their best to eradicate the inheritance of Buddhism, Liu Songtao biased in the here and now, to the Buddha’s renewal of an incense burner! It’s not that I want to pander to the young feudal king of Northern Liang, but I want to do my bit for the Buddhist sect, try to protect the last side of the pure land, if I can get one more inch is one more inch, even if it’s just to let a monk have a place to stand, it’s still a good thing.”

Wang Xianzhi waved his hand, “I still have to rush, I don’t want to wear out my words with you.”

The purple-gold color between Liu Songtao’s complexion wavered and his aura was unsteady as he suddenly laughed and asked, “Wang Xianzhi, just how much effort did you put in?”

Wang Xianzhi didn’t answer and asked instead, “To stop, or not to stop?”

Liu Songtao sidestepped and stretched out a hand, “Since Liu Songtao of Mount Julu has nothing more to ask for, he has already let go. Besides, taking off the robe doesn’t mean that you are no longer a monk, and you can’t die for the time being. Furthermore, you may not really be able to kill that person.”

Wang Xianzhi was silent and brushed past Liu Songtao.

In the end, Liu Songtao still didn’t know whether Wang Xianzhi had given his all, and didn’t have the luxury of thinking that it would be enough to have nine out of ten.

A hundred years after this river and lake, the water is higher than ever too much, he is a little late, but finally not too late.

Liu Songtao walked to the bank of the Guangling River, scooped up a handful of muddy river water, sloppily washed away the blood, thinking to go back to the different paths but can conspire with the Wudang Wang Xiaoping, the result of an unsteady, sitting on his butt in the pile of wet stones, sighed, hard to get up, looking south, “Unfortunately, that only heard of the name of the Peach Blossom God of the Sword, I don’t see his face, shouldn’t be coming. ”

Liu Songtao endured the stabbing pain, swept and swept, found Wang Xiaoping, bent down to carry this Wudang Taoist who could have overlooked the sword forest after Deng Tai’a, straightened his back, said softly, “Gao Shulu’s physique, your Peachwood Sword, and the poor monk’s bit of Buddha’s qi, together, the chance of victory is still not great ah.”

Liu Songtao laughed bitterly, “Is it unfortunate to have such an old piker suppressing the jianghu? Or is it a blessing? We are okay with it, that Vassal King is definitely a great misfortune.”

Across the river, Zhao Huang Chao was nowhere to be found.

At the bottom of the river, the woman who was lucky enough not to die after the battle and was able to pass that hurdle, she was still there.

Liu Songtao stared blankly at the rolling east flowing water, eerily speechless. Reminiscent of the year, she had laughed at the south of the south of the partridge, mouth, “line can not also”.

Liu Songtao closed his eyes, silently recited a Amitabha Buddha, opened his eyes and then stride forward.

Wang Xianzhi fist astral rainbow will Hui Shan purple clothes into the bottom of the river, and then blocked Wang Xiaoping after the death of a sword, but also a drum to move from the devil to the Buddha Liu Songtao this roadblock, within a day, one after another with three top players, are not too much trouble, but there is no doubt that the world’s number one, the Wudi City Lord was actually unknown, do not know how to advance or retreat, and even more tireless little girl, to the torment of the near-fire.

The first inexplicable attack and kill, occurred in the Guangling River tributary of the Songchin River end, at that time, Wang Xianzhi surprised her in the river before leaping out of the river, they did not perceive her trail in the slightest, the old man is only a little curiosity, for her that a vicious hand knife is more of a senior to the appreciation of the juniors, not half a bit of annoyance, dodge, and after that, also did not chase after, watched the figure of the little girl far away, bending down and withdrawing from the battlefield, running like a Spirit fox, can be said to be swift to the extreme. The main thing is that her coming and going in a hurry, almost not going to involve the qi, is not easy. At that moment, Wang Xianzhi just remembered a story that was once widely spread in Wudi City, the once 11th king in the world, Ming Yin, gave a young woman assassin a sinister hand knife through the chest to death, at that time, Wang Xianzhi did not pay much attention to it, and did not really remember this assassin until later when he got a thousand secret stories, she took the opportunity to kill the caretaker of Tai’an City, the heavenly image expert, Artemis Liu Master!

It must be that she is this little girl who came to the door to be that fourth stone.

Four. Harmonically dead. Little girl, this is not very auspicious.

At first, Wang Xianzhi thought that the little girl was quite interesting, and if he met her, he could chat with her for a few moments and take it as a relief from boredom.

After half a decade, the second time we met, was in a post road near Hezhou, Wang Xianzhi was walking slowly under the shade of willow trees, a team of merchants and horses passed by, when the last rider was about to cross paths with Wang Xianzhi, the girl assassin coldly sprang out from underneath the horse’s belly, close to the ground, and then leapt up very quickly, still a hand knife, stabbed at the heart of Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi gripped her wrist and threw it out, her delicate body smashed a willow tree as thick as a large bowl of blue flowers.

Wang Xianzhi had thought that it would be too late for this little girl to realize the importance of the matter, but unexpectedly, late that night, the sneak attack came right after.

Wang Xianzhi in the wilderness with eyes closed, sit and sleep for a full three hours, until the hour of the day, the young girl only in the ground a zhang away from the ground to break out, even Wang Xianzhi do not know how she guessed that she would sit down to rest in that place, because no matter how profound the Qi Men Dunjia, it is impossible to make an untraceable movement under his eyes.

This time, forcing no matter whether sleeping or waking Wang Xianzhi still slightly hastily skimmed over his head, only to be able to avoid the girl killer’s hand knife stabbing eye bead, the first time they exchanged hands, Wang Xianzhi has already confirmed that the kind of hand knife of the little girl, very odd, is a novelty he has never heard of, clean and sharp, good at breaking the astral, and even the unusual martial arts practitioner’s diamond realm physical body, are not necessarily able to resist hard, and the girl’s hand knife of the convergence of Qi is close to self-mutilation, the Therefore, in the hand knife before the moment of success, can burst out of the unique finger Xuan’s wonderful, with the human cat Han Sheng Xuan’s skinning and cramping, there are different and the same, it can be said that her hand knife, kill a product under the jianghu experts, very easy, but the original intention is more perverse, is straight to assassinate a product after two realms of heavenly phenomena and the land gods to go.

Under the sky, who could teach such an incomprehensible killer?

So for the third encounter, Wang Xianzhi, who was always sitting cross-legged, in addition to dodging the hand slash with his head sideways and yanking her ankle, slammed the ruthless her back to the ground in front of his body, while asking out loud, “What is your name?”

The young girl leapt out of the large pit that her body had smashed out and made no sound, passing away in a flash.

Wang Xianzhi was just a bit helpless against the bull, but did not get up to chase after her, treating her more as a bratty child with a not so good temper.

Soon Wang Xianzhi turned from helplessness to boredom, the girl killer simply did not know to stop when she was done, only three days later, Wang Xianzhi entered the territory of Hezhou, neighboring the Northern Liang Dao, and launched another ingenious attack and kill.

As Wang Xianzhi drew water from a deep well, the young girl slid out along the wall without warning and stabbed Wang Xianzhi in the neck.

Annoyed that she did not know what to do, Wang Xianzhi struck down with an elbow, smashing into her skull and knocking her down to the bottom of the well with a crash of falling water.

This elbow, Wang Xianzhi no longer too much mercy, spare a first grade vajra realm expert, I’m afraid that you have to obediently recuperate for a year and a half before you can get out of bed and walk.

But.

Later showed up has been the face without the slightest color of blood of the girl killer, still tirelessly carried out the fifth assassination!

Wang Xianzhi was walking in the downtown area when the ragged little girl rushed out from a dark and narrow alleyway, and this time, Wang Xianzhi directly punched her in the head.

The young girl’s head tilted back and crashed into a restaurant building, smashing an outer wall, and several tables, sitting disheveledly against the inner wall of the restaurant.

Wang Xianzhi said in a cold voice, “Next time, you will really die.”

The stubborn girl’s weak back pressed hard against the wall, her feet tiptoeing on the ground, trying to use this as a support to stand up, but only halfway up, she sat down again.

So repeatedly, I do not know how many times, each time in vain.

Half a decade later.

The last time.

Wang Xianzhi was walking on the post road along the border of the two states, and could already see the boundary marker that bordered the two states of Youhe.

Next to the tall boundary monument, there was a young girl, and in the scorching heat of the northern land, she still wore a sable hat crookedly, carried a sunflower stalk, and just stood there.

She seemed to be trying to be foolishly monomaniacal.

The young girl heckled.

She was no longer able to sneak up and stab anyone.

All she could do was stop it bright and early.

Then she raised her arm, wiped away the blood that seeped out of her nose or her mouth, and placed the pole of sunflowers gently on top of the boundary marker, then carefully took off her sable hat, pulled off an old beaded hairpin, and put them all on top of each other, along with the sunflower that was far from being colorful and flushed with gold.