Chapter 252 1nd
Chapter 252 The First
Lan Shuyi looked at the porcelain bottle in front of him, a trace of struggle on his face.
But soon he became calm:
"Okay, I'll eat."
Chu Qing took out a pill from the bottle and placed it in Lan Shuyi's hand.
Lan Shuyi swallowed it without even looking at it:
"Now, can the Third Young Master rest assured?"
"Just barely."
Chu Qing's words were true. After all, the so-called 'Sanjiu Soul-breaking Pill' was fake, so it was impossible to be truly at ease.
But the words that came to my lips turned into:
"People in the underworld are treacherous. If someone really wants to set up a trap, it is not uncommon for them to gamble with their own bodies.
"This is just the first step for you to show your sincerity. Saying that I completely trust you... Even if I really say so, will you really believe it?"
"I am surprised by the Third Young Master's vigilance."
Lan Shuyi smiled bitterly:
"But you can rest assured that what I said is absolutely true."
Chu Qing waved his hand:
"That's all for tonight. See you tomorrow morning."
"it is good."
Lan Shuyi nodded, clasped his hands together, and Chu Qing flicked his sleeves, and his figure suddenly soared into the sky.
It was not until Chu Qing left that Lan Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief.
I feel like I have managed to escape death.
He just looked around, his face suddenly became grim:
"Where is this?"
After figuring out the direction for a long time, he finally found the direction of Taiheng Gate. Halfway there, he met the Pojun swordsman who came to look for him.
Seeing that Lan Shuyi was safe and sound, the swordsmen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time the group finally got back to the vicinity of Taiheng Gate, it was already late at night.
But many people in Taihengmen couldn’t sleep tonight, and even the guests at Taihengmen found it difficult to fall asleep.
Lan Shuyi had already seen the wall of Taiheng Gate, and then he met a man who couldn't sleep and came out for a stroll.
Spiritual perception!
If Lingjue was the only one there, it would be fine, but Lingjue was following another person.
The man's face was somewhat pale, his features were solemn, he wore a five-Buddha crown on his head, and a cassock on his body. When he raised his eyes, there was no compassion in his heart, but there was ice at the corners of his eyes, and he looked extremely unbearable.
Lan Shuyi thought to himself, oh no... the younger ones are being bullied, now the older ones are coming.
Judging from what Vajra Sect did in front of Taiheng Gate today, he had frightened Lingjue, and Wudao was probably trying to block him here on purpose.
There is no one around here, and if something really happens, I'm afraid the situation will be bad.
"Amitabha."
Wu Dao spoke slowly:
"Donor Lan, long time no see."
As one of the top forces in Nanling, Wudao and Lan Shuyi always have opportunities to meet each other through various occasions.
It's just that they had never communicated with each other in the past, and Lan Shuyi didn't want to be polite with him:
"Abbot Wudao is seriously injured now. Instead of recuperating in his room, he ran out in the middle of the night. Which demon or evil spirit is he planning to save?"
When he heard the words "seriously injured", a gloom flashed across Wudao's eyes.
Today in front of Yu Taiheng's gate, he truly lost face.
The head of the Vajra Sect couldn't withstand a punch from Master Kuang Dao...
Everyone knows that Master Kuang Dao is best at swordsmanship, followed by palm techniques.
He rarely uses boxing.
As a result, he couldn't even take his punch. As the leader of the Vajra Sect, one of the five sects, this was a complete disgrace to him.
If it was just embarrassment, he could barely swallow it.
The problem was that the opponent's internal energy was of the yin and cold variety. The internal energy entered the body and lingered in the meridians. He had been practicing his magical skills for an entire afternoon, but had not been able to completely eliminate the coldness in his body.
Now there were a few traces of tears in his eyes, which condensed into frost under the influence of the cold.
The coldness in his meridians made him suffer unbearably.
Lan Shuyi's words really hit a sore spot.
But Wu Dao smiled:
"Master Kuang Dao behaves arrogantly, and I think Donor Lan has suffered greatly from him..."
With just this one sentence, Lan Shuyi understood that Wudao didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran here to block him, not just to vent his anger for his disciple.
"You want to join forces with me?"
Lan Shuyi squinted his eyes and looked at Wudao.
Wu Dao put his hands together, said "Amitabha", and then said in a deep voice:
“There are always treacherous villains in the Jianghu who want to use their superior martial arts to force good people to submit to them.
“You and I have both been harmed by this. Does Patron Lan intend to let this matter go? Patron Lan can endure such injustice, but I wonder if Ding’an Hall can also endure such humiliation?
"If this matter cannot be recovered, how can Ding'an Hall face its fellow martial artists?"
Lan Shuyi glanced at Wudao with some surprise.
He never had a good impression of this monk.
Since he succeeded as the leader of the Vajra Sect, many things have changed within the entire Vajra Sect's sphere of influence.
Although he didn't dare to do it openly, he had a vague desire to transform everything within his sphere of influence towards the direction of Buddhism.
Even Wang Fang had said that if Wu Dao had not been limited by his own abilities, his ambition would have surely caused a great chaos.
Now it seems that this monk is not only ambitious...his desire for revenge is even stronger.
He couldn't even wait for a moment. After hearing that he was kidnapped by the Third Young Master, he ran here directly to block the people.
He thinks highly of me and is sure that I can survive the Third Young Master's hands...
Thinking of this, Lan Shuyi asked with a smile:
“What Abbot Wudao said really struck a chord with me. That mad knife kid is so successful at a young age and so arrogant.
"You have humiliated me today... I would not be a gentleman if I did not take revenge. However... he is very skilled in martial arts, and even if you and I join forces, I am afraid we may not be his match.
"Or is it that Master Xingzhi's Nayutasagata Sutra is truly perfect and can defeat the enemy in battle?"
This statement is meant to flatter, but also to gather information.
Although [The Nayuta Tribulation Sutra] is a martial art that is absolutely impossible to practice, after all, many things in this martial art only exist in imagination.
There are many uncertainties...
Even these imaginary skills can really be practiced step by step.
However, human lifespan is limited. To cultivate the [Nayuta Kalpa Sutra], one must be a person who lives as long as the heaven and earth to have even a slight chance of success.
However, the fact that he had been practicing the Nayuta Sutra in the pagoda forest behind the Vajra Gate had long been known to these forces. Now that he had come out of retreat, it was inevitable that they would be a little shocked. It was unknown how advanced this old monk had become.
Now that there is an opportunity, it would be good to get some information.
Wudao was not an idiot, so he avoided talking about it and said calmly:
“In this world, it is much easier to destroy a person than to kill him.
"Donor Lan is now on a mission to investigate who killed Zhao Qipeng at the request of Sect Leader Li... With Donor Lan's intelligence, it shouldn't be too difficult to frame someone..."
Lan Shuyi suddenly raised his eyes and stared with enlightenment.
Wudao chanted "Amitabha" softly, then lowered his head and said no more.
Lan Shuyi suddenly burst into laughter:
"Has Abbot Wudao ever thought about this? If Lan really follows Abbot's wishes and successfully frames Zhao Qipeng, what will happen to the person who actually killed Zhao Qipeng?
"The matter has been settled, and the person will naturally escape punishment. Zhao Qipeng died in vain...
“I don’t know whether Abbot Wudao wants to take revenge on the Third Young Master through this?
"Or... Abbot Wudao knows the person who killed Zhao Qipeng, and what he is doing now is just to help him get away with it under the pretext of revenge?"
Wu Dao suddenly raised his head:
"Don't say this nonsense!"
"Don't say anything careless, and don't do anything careless. I will go find the Third Young Master and tell him everything about today."
Lan Shuyi sneered and said:
"But I don't know, when the Third Young Master sees the abbot again, how will the abbot avoid death?"
When Wu Dao heard this, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes. After a long while, he slowly sighed:
"Donor Lan, I gave you a chance."
"so?"
"So... I plan to save your soul, and this matter can be blamed on the Third Young Master!"
Lan Shuyi was speechless. In fact, even if this matter was blamed on Chu Qing, would he be afraid?
If I was afraid, I would not be taken away by Chu Qing today...
However, it was obviously useless to say these things at this time, because the sleeves of Wudao's robes rose up without wind, and the Dharma image suddenly appeared above his head.
The first move he made was [Kasyapa Divine Fist]!
There was the sound of sharp swords, and the Pojun swordsman beside Lan Shuyi drew his sword at the same time. He rolled his body and soared into the air, forming a formation in the void. The sword marks brought about the sharp sound of tearing the wind, and suddenly collided with the fist.
After a loud muffled thud, Wudao's body trembled slightly, and the ten figures ran in different directions, scattering in ten directions around Wudao.
But at the moment when the toes touched the ground, the ten figures jumped up at the same time, wielding the sabers in their hands with great force, tearing through the air and splitting the wind. Nothing in the ten directions could escape the swords.
But Wudao just put his hands together, and the image of an arhat appeared.
This is not [Acalanatha] but [Acalanatha Zen]!
The Dharma image is magnificent and can be big or small. It can be as small as the body and cover the entire body, or it can be as large as ten feet in radius. All people within the range are covered by the Dharma image.
Ding ding ding, ding ding ding!
The saber fell on this [Immovable Zen], immediately causing a recoil force. Although the Dharma image shook slightly, it did not break. Instead, the ten men of Po Jun retreated.
It’s not that their martial arts skills are not high, it’s that their level of enlightenment is far above theirs.
At this moment, Wudao raised his eyes and pointed his finger suddenly.
The shadow of the finger was shining with golden light, and you could almost see the fingerprints on it. The finger touched a man with a broken army swordsman. The man's body shook and a handful of blood flew out from his back.
His body flashed and he died on the spot.
Lan Shuyi's expression remained unchanged, he just shouted softly:
"Change!"
There are two strong people in Pojun, one is his own cultivation, and the other is Lan Shuyi.
Only under the command of Lan Shuyi can Pojun exert its highest combat power.
It is still hard to say whether he can compete with the leader of the Vajra Sect...but even if he can't defeat him, he will definitely knock out a mouthful of his teeth.
Upon hearing this, the remaining nine Pojun swordsmen turned around without thinking, and immediately changed the momentum of their sabers, switching from forehand to backhand, and then moved the swords down three paths, attacking continuously in a ground-walking style.
Wudao's eyes looked around and then he put his hands together and repeated the same trick.
It was still the [Immovable Zen], but this time the remaining nine army-breaking swordsmen lowered their bodies and placed their center of gravity even heavier. When the opponent put up the [Immovable Zen] Dharma image, the sabers were attached to the Dharma image, and the nine figures began to run around the Dharma image.
If you look from a high place, you can see nine figures constantly spinning around the Dharmakāya, with sharp edges surrounding the Dharmakāya, but the recoil force has little effect on them.
"What a great way to break the army's formation."
Wu Dao's eyes were not disturbed at all, he just spoke softly:
“Unfortunately, in such an absolute situation of strength and weakness, even if you have some methods, what can you do?
"They are nothing but chickens and dogs... How can they be worth mentioning!?"
Then Wudao opened and closed his hands, and pressed his palms downwards. There was a loud thud, and a powerful force immediately swept in all directions.
The nine Pojun swordsmen were about to rush forward and strangle him the moment his Dharma image was destroyed.
But at this moment, I felt like I was in a mountain torrent or tsunami.
His body was completely out of control and was knocked away by this huge force.
Wudao suddenly looked up, stepped forward, and appeared in front of Lan Shuyi in a flash.
With one hand raised, a golden palm print condensed in the air.
[Vajra Palm of Great Compassion]!
Just as his palm was raised, Wudao suddenly felt an evil wind blowing from somewhere.
The wind enveloped him, but disappeared in a flash.
He didn't feel any change in the breath in his body, and Wudao didn't take it to heart, but just as Lan Shuyi's pupils contracted, the sword's sharp edge broke through the air.
"Who is causing such a commotion here?"
The palm that was about to fall hesitated when it saw the sword.
Suddenly, he retracted his palm, turned back, and reached out to grab Lingjue's shoulder:
"You are lucky today. I will settle our matter with you another day."
Lan Shuyi's face was gloomy, and then he heard the sound of breaking wind suddenly.
The person who came forward was a girl in green.
The sword that just flew over was her work.
Now she reached out her hand, and the sword stuck in the tree immediately fell into her hand. When she turned her head to look at Lan Shuyi, her face suddenly turned dark:
"Who am I? It turns out you are the executioner... If I had known earlier, I would have let that monk beat you to death."
Lan Shuyi was speechless for a while, but still clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you Miss Ye for saving my life."
The person who came was the daughter of the leader of the Yijian Sect, 'Purple Sword and Silver Ring' Ye Wanqiu!
Wudao stopped because he recognized Ye Wanqiu's sword and knew who the person was, so he retreated.
What he cared about was not Ye Wanqiu, but Ye Nantian, the leader of the Yijian Sect behind Ye Wanqiu!
Ye Wanqiu obviously had no good feelings towards this famous executioner. She snorted and turned away.
Lan Shuyi slowly exhaled, asked someone to take away Pojun's body, and then returned to Taiheng Gate.
The night was silent again, and a figure landed quietly on the ground.
Chu Qing looked at his palm, then looked at the direction where Wu Dao left:
"First."
(End of this chapter)