Chapter 101 – White Guanyin
White shirt, white snake, white pot of the woman’s skin snow, such a fairy Buddha woman from the ghost gate of Xiangfan out of Xu Fenian, Xu Fengyen reins of the steed low long neighing, hooves vigorously beat the ground, not only this animal, the team of horses are the same.
The pair of young kui dragons under Xu Fengnian’s feet had their scales raised, their bodies were scarlet and their faces were hideous, as if they had encountered something unclean and foul.
Xu Fengyen opened his eyes and looked, I do not know whether the immortal or mortal woman walked on the drawbridge, the moat did not see anyone stepping on it, but in an instant the water was rough, rolling like a boil, as if thousands of horses and armies had passed by.
The old sword god Li Chun Gang out of Liangzhou after the first time to show a serious look, footsteps light, swept to Xu Fengyen and Jiang Nai in front of the head of this end of the drawbridge, and the woman tit for tat, looking away from each other.
The white-clothed Goddess of Mercy is still moving forward, traveling to the middle of the drawbridge, the old Sword God’s one-armed hand reached out and took off the dagger talisman, two against two, did not see the drawbridge how she moves, only to see the moat violently exploded, the mirror image of the crowd’s view distorted, only the white-clothed Goddess of Mercy is left as clear as ever independent.
Xu Fengyen finally saw the woman as if shrouded in a thousand snowy mountains behind the beautiful face, stunned stunned, the woman as a picture, he knew who she was.
At first claimed to come from the Rangtuo Mountain, the Dragon Guardian monk said to take him to the western region, this red robed monk reaching out is Zen, very dusty, so Xu Fengyen purposely went up to listen to the tide of the pavilion, reading through the secret codex, in front of the eyes of the female bodhisattva is the Buddha’s character spectrum of the Tantric Redemptorist Master, a large series of titles, the Great King of Mercy Dharma, the mendicant bodhisattva, the six beads of the master …… Forty-something years old woman, Xu Fengyen thought that has long been old and yellow, even if the face of the art, will not be youthful and pure to where, but in front of the woman in addition to the height is too high point, the face and twenty-year-old woman is no different, the eyebrows of the compassionate, the forehead was born in the heart of a little red mole.
Xu Fengyen thought that if he had known that this Rotten Mountain female Dharma King is so bright and colorful, he could have bargained a bit, double cultivation? No problem ah, as long as the master is willing to go out of the West, Liangzhou terroir is always better than the poor and cold West, with gold and silver mountains of His Royal Highness still lacks a quilt bed?
This vulgar reverie thought flickered away, Xu Fengyen corrected his mind, stood side by side with Li Chun Gang, and softly said, “This person is the female Dharma King of Rotten Mountain, known as the Six Jewel Bodhisattva, and is said to have the transformations of Master Guan Zi Zhen, Lotus King Master, and Wrathful Vajra Master… Can you beat them?”
The old sword god one-armed take talisman, a smiling face, if not know the identity of the old man in sheepskin fur, otherwise really want to mistakenly think that it is for the old man is not respecting the old man in the road to rob the sex, Li Chun Gang lowered his head and spit out, condensed into a god of the Tongxuan ability, actually spit out a mouthful of Xu Fengyin’s naked eye visible green astral energy, wrapped that valuable talisman, the night glow overflowing.
The old man said softly: “Rotten mountain monks claimed to be undefeatable, when the talisman will be red armored man with a mortar and pestle holding old man fought for three days and three nights, the two have not been able to knock who died, a product in the realm of the vajra, will come from the release of the door, the old man would like to see if it is really a vajra undefeatable body, but fighting with a juniors female dolls fighting swords, victory is not martial arts.”
Xu Fengyen, who is only concerned about the chaos in the world, said with a belly full of bad water, “The old Sword God is only carrying a dagger, it is already considered to be a reserve strength, it is not considered to be bullying the juniors.”
The old man cock-eyed glanced at his son’s highness who did not want to make peace but only wanted to watch the battle, the corner of his mouth tugged, and did not mind, the world’s sword practice can not make a name for themselves, it is due to the fact that they can not do a sword to break all the laws, and the sword, afraid of this and afraid of that, afraid of the eventual loss of the sword of the original heart, although there are millions of people I go, how can you make a hand of good swords? Li Chun Gang for Xu Fengyen those small-mindedness, has not been happy to take heart, out of Beiliang to Qingzhou and then to Xiangfan, this way he is not in the observation of the gold and jade outside the Beiliang son?
The conclusion is that this kid martial arts talent is not bad, perseverance near ruthlessness, but unfortunately the practice of martial arts is ultimately a little late, otherwise in the years before may not become a Cao official son of the stream.
The white Goddess of Mercy walked one more step forward, Li Chun Gang will be a sleeve of green dragon and out. But it was just one step short, she stopped on the drawbridge, and instead of locking eyes with her potential enemy, the old Sword God, she looked at Xu Fengnian who was slowly retreating.
She raised her hand.
The old Sword God with the Sword Dipper in his name had a divine talisman like a green snake on his hand, and his dipper was like a green snake spitting out its snake letters, a wave of green qi erupted out, and his entire one-arm was haunted by the green qi.
But this female Dharma King who was born in the Middle Heavenly Dharma Emperor’s parents from the Ruoduo Mountain just raised her hand and lifted the pot, uncorked the pot, and drank a mouthful of wine, the wine gas was not ripe with the old Sword God’s astral qi, so much so that the whole drawbridge was perfumed with fragrance, and the little white snake wrapped around her white jade arm, a scene that was treacherous to the extreme.
This Six Jeweled Bodhisattva gently glanced at Xu Fengyen.
Just a glance, Xu Fengyen body a big yellow court surging like a tide, there is no reason to spray a mouthful of blood, look behind a few escorts shocked, was about to go forward to protect the driver, was Xu Fengyen shook his hand to stop, a mouthful of blood spit out, Xu Fengyen chest is not stuffy instead of clearing, the second on the third weight?
A few more eyes are not going to be the big yellow court all in my body?
She really looks again, just when Xu Fengyen dumbfounded, the old sword god frowned a little, gulped, a splash of green astral is now on the bridge, seems to cut off the invisible wisps of qi, on Xu Fengyen angrily said: “Kid do not know what to die for, give a little sweetness really think she is a great mercy of the bodhisattva? Be careful how to die without even knowing!”
The white-clothed Guanyin shook her head slightly, put away the wine pot, and walked forward silently.
“Kid, you and girl Jiang retreat.” The old Sword God finished stomping his foot, with the palm of his foot as the center dust rose up, ripples tumbled and deafening, Xu Fengyen pulled Jiang Nai and floated to the back.
The white-shirted, dirt-free female Dharma King ignored the invisible sword qi that the old Sword God had stomped out with his foot and walked forward barefoot.
Just as the sword qi was about to reach her body, a red robed monk appeared on the bridge between the Old Sword God and the white-clothed Goddess of Mercy, with a mute expression, and was able to block the circle of abundant sword qi, only to see his body’s robe fluttering, and his body standing.
Xu Fengyin quietly sighed, this once said can wait thirty-one years of dragon guardian monks have appeared, if only six beads Dharma king a bodhisattva, Xu Fengyin believe that Li Chungang’s strength, plus behind the strength of the second grade up and down the escort, not to say kill the enemy, trapped this Rotten Mountain Goddess of Mercy is not impossible, don’t look at the red monk did not get to the first grade, in the subtle situation in front of him, he is the biggest variable, and then again, Xu Fengyin on the Xu Fengnian has no ill feelings towards the big monk in front of him, he has always had a lot of respect for the high priests of the Way, and if he really wants to fight to the death, not to mention the consequences of success or failure, it’s not a good thing for the eyes.
The big monk in red folded his hands and bowed his head and said: ”My master this time to enter the world, there is no fighting courageous heart, please don’t blame His Highness the son of the world. My master’s trip out of Xiangfan this time to surpass 100,000 evil spirits is to save immeasurable merit for Your Highness.”
Xu Fengyen felt that this was an absurd statement, but he was convinced. Both Buddhism and Taoism have secretly recorded that there are 100,000 evil ghosts being cooked by their relatives in Xiangfan city, and their grievances are so strong that they can’t be eliminated by the 36,500 Jiao-festival, so the two religions set up an unwritten wager back then that whoever wins will be admitted to Xiangfan, and whoever loses will be discharged from Xiangfan, and the wager will remain unchanged for a hundred years. If Longhu Mountain wins, the two Zen temples and Ragged Mountain headed by the monks will not set foot in Xiangfan in a hundred years, and vice versa, the Longhu Mountain to withdraw the Jiao-festival, move away from the size of the Taoist temple, not in the city to preach.
The three religions are in strife, the sects fight for fame and fortune, in fact, a lot of them are like a child sulking, incomprehensible.
Jiang Nai murmured, “She is so pretty, like the Goddess of Mercy.”
Xu Fengyin smiled bitterly, “Goddess of Mercy, observes the voices of the dragons, oxen and horses beings in the world. Mortals can be liberated by observing their voices.”
The Goddess of Mercy in the eyes of that little clay figure first brushed shoulders with Li Chun Gang at the bridge.
She then rubbed shoulders with His Royal Highness the World Son, and softly uttered her Brahmin voice: “I, Guanyin, you are not at ease. Not worthy of dual cultivation.”
Xu Fengyin, not knowing why, laughed cheekily, “Since I am not comfortable, then beg the Bodhisattva to give a comfortable?”