Chapter 384: Buddha's Reincarnation
Chapter 384: Buddha's Reincarnation
Master Ku Mei looked at the one-armed man calmly. She suddenly understood and said, "I, Ku Mei, a junior student from Huashan, would like to greet the hero Divine Condor."
The one-armed man smiled and said, "Master Kumei, I am not much older than you, you are too polite."
Master Kumei thought that the legendary Divine Condor Hero was arrogant and handsome, just like the legendary Erlang Shen. He once killed the Mongolian Khan in a huge army, but he didn't expect that he was such a gentle and polite person in reality.
Her mind flashed, and she looked at the extremely beautiful lady beside the one-armed man and said, "Master Yang, this must be the head of the Tomb Clan, Long. She is really as beautiful as the rumors say."
As she spoke, she was a little doubtful, because according to rumors, Long liked to wear white and plain clothes, but this lady was obviously dressed much more gorgeously, and from her breathing and footsteps, her martial arts skills should be very ordinary.
Master Ku Mei is an old hand and he thinks he is not wrong.
The one-armed man smiled calmly: "Master Kumei is wrong. This is my sister Fu, the eldest daughter of the late Guo Linggong of the Yuan Dynasty."
"Ah." Master Ku Mei was extremely surprised.
Rumor has it that the Condor Hero and the Long family retired together and disappeared from the world.
Unexpectedly, the person sleeping next to him was not Long, the woman whom the Condor Hero had waited for sixteen years, but the elder sister of Guo Xiang, the Little East Evil, who had been desperately searching for the Condor Hero in the martial arts world.
It is well known in the martial arts world that Guo Xiang has now become a nun and founded the Emei Sect.
Moreover, Guo Xiang was also a disciple of King Jinlun, the previous Mongolian national master of the Vajra School of Tibetan Buddhism. In terms of seniority, he is on the same level as the current national master of the Yuan Dynasty, Ba Siba. Now that Tibetan Buddhism is the state religion of Mongolia, Guo Xiang's status can be imagined.
You should know that Mount Wutai, Mount Putuo, Mount Emei and Mount Jiuhua are respectively the dojo of Manjushri Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Since Buddhism was introduced into China, it has been very popular.
Mount Emei is even known as "the most beautiful mountain in the world". Together with Mount Qingcheng, both have Taoism and Buddha, and are located in Sichuan.
Without this background, Guo Xiang would not have been able to establish a Buddhist sect in Mount Emei, one of the four famous mountains of Buddhism in China and the dojo of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.
And Guo Fu is a married woman.
Therefore, it is really incredible that a one-armed man would marry Guo Fu.
But this is very "Western crazy".
When the lady heard the one-armed man tell her origins in person, she was shocked at first, but she was actually happy. The two of them lived in seclusion in Huashan to avoid the rumors outside.
The one-armed man's actions now seem to have returned to his youthful arrogance...
He is also a real man who dares to act and take responsibility.
The one-armed man saw Master Kumei's surprise, and of course he had expected it. "Yang has done things in his life without any need to explain to others. As for Hua Zhenzhen, since she lost to you, it stands to reason that she should give up the position of the head of Huashan. But you also asked for external help to understand the Qi-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords."
Master Kumei: “Not bad.”
The one-armed man smiled and said, "The Dugu Nine Swords were created by Senior Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai. I have benefited a lot from Senior Dugu. If you can take my sword, the fate of Huashan Sect will be settled. If not, please give Hua Zhenzhen another year. After a year, she will use the Purple Qi Yuan Sect to break your Dugu Nine Swords. If she still can't, Hua Zhenzhen will let you drive her from now on."
Master Kumei pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, let's do as Master Yang said."
In fact, according to the rules of the martial arts world, it is not the turn of outsiders to interfere in the affairs of the Huashan Sect.
Firstly, Hua Zhenzhen has a special identity, and secondly, the one-armed man does have the strength to destroy the Huashan Sect. After weighing the pros and cons, Master Kumei can only agree to the other party's request first.
People nicknamed her "Iron Fairy", but she is not stubborn at all. She is able to judge the situation and make every effort to do so.
"Then let's go to the top of Mount Huashan."
"As you wish."
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As dusk fell, strong winds from the top of Mount Huashan blew dust and sand across the broken rocks.
Master Ku Mei clasped her hands together, her black Taoist robe rustling in the wind. She looked at the three-foot wooden sword in Yang Guo's hand, and suddenly felt that this seemingly ordinary branch was more sinister than any magical weapon.
Yang Guo stood facing the wind, while Guo Fu leaned against an ancient pine tree behind him. The gold bracelet on her wrist swayed with her clothes, making a crackling sound.
His sleeves fell like ink, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, only the gleam in his eyes was like cold stars, which reminded Master Ku Mei of the legendary hero who could take the head of the Mongol Khan amidst thousands of troops.
"excuse me."
The moment the wooden sword was drawn, the mountains suddenly became quiet.
Master Ku Mei's pupils suddenly shrank - she didn't see clearly when Yang Guo made his move, she only saw a shadow like a stream of light cutting through the twilight, and before the sword arrived, it had already brought up a ten-foot strong wind.
The wind was not as sharp as ordinary sword energy, but it was like the tremor before a mountain collapses, which made her breathing stagnate, as if the entire Huashan Mountain was pressing down on her.
She shouted, and the Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Qi Style was activated instantly, and the true Qi in her palm surged like a whirlpool. However, before the wooden sword reached her, the sword intent had already arrived, and thousands of invisible sword qi poured down like a rainstorm, covering all the flaws on her body. Master Kumei had never seen such a domineering sword intent, this was not a breaking move at all, but a supreme momentum that directly crushed all defenses.
The wooden sword stopped three inches from her throat.
The strong wind dissipated and the snow particles hung in the air.
Master Kumei looked at the tiny cracks on the wooden sword and suddenly remembered that at that moment, the Qi-breaking style she had practiced so hard was just like a child's play. Yang Guo's action of putting away the sword was extremely casual, but it made her understand that if the other party really wanted to take her life, he would have already lost his breath at this moment.
"Good sword." She spoke with difficulty, a sweet taste rising from her throat. Yang Guo had clearly only used a little strength in that move just now, but it had already shaken her internal organs.
Guo Fu clapped her hands lightly and laughed crisply: "Master Kumei, my husband defeated King Jinlun with this wooden sword."
Yang Guo smiled faintly and put the wooden sword into his sleeve: "Master, thank you for your kindness. Please remember our one-year agreement." After that, he turned around and walked into the twilight hand in hand with Guo Fu. Their figures soon disappeared into the clouds.
Master Ku Mei looked at the direction the two people left and did not move for a long time.
The mountain wind blew snowflakes onto her stiff fingertips. In a trance, she seemed to see again the sword light that cut through the twilight - it turned out that the true peerless swordsmanship never required complicated moves. Just one sword could make the world pale in comparison.
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“Zhenzhen, Taoist Gu has gone to Bashan. You should go with him and practice with him for a year. His 49-hand Huifeng Dancing Willow sword technique is truly the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world. Only when you have mastered this sword technique can you truly unleash the power of Ziqi Yuanzong.” Yang Guo said to the graceful girl Hua Zhenzhen.
"Well, but where did the Taoist priest go? Can Master Yang tell me?"
"When he doesn't want others to see him, you can't find him even if you search the whole world, so why bother asking."
“Okay.” Hua Zhenzhen was a little disappointed, and then said goodbye to Yang Guo, preparing to go to Bashan to find Taoist Gu.
Taoist Gu is also a remarkable person in the world, and is the chess friend of the Taoist priest.
Although Taoist Gu likes to play chess, there are few people who can play chess with him because he has a quirk. Anyone who beats him in chess will be smashed to death by him with the chessboard. Afterwards, Taoist Gu will say "Good, good", and then feel very regretful.
Over the years, the Taoist priest was the only one who could beat Taoist Gu in chess without being crushed to death by the chessboard.
The Taoist priest has no name or surname.
However, Taoist Gu did explain the Taoist's origins.
He said the other party was "Tai Shang".
This Taishang is not referring to Taishang Laojun. In fact, all the Three Pure Ones are Taishang. Taishang Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Lingbao Tianzun, and Taishang Daode Tianzun.
Tai Shang is a kind of "title".
It refers to the way to attain the utmost tranquility and being the nameless king of the ancient times.
After watching Hua Zhenzhen leave.
Yang Guo looked at Guo Fu beside him, "Xiang'er is in Emei, and Taoist Gu went to Bashan. They are close to each other. With him taking care of her, you don't have to worry about Xiang'er falling into the magic path of the Tantric sect."
"Hey, I should meet her."
"When it comes to love, you can fool others but not yourself. When I celebrated her birthday, I really wanted you to look up to me. Alas..."
The couple looked at each other in silence.
After a long while, Guo Fu suddenly said, "Husband, why hasn't Potian come home yet?"
"He secretly descended from Mount Huashan."
"Ah, he's still so young."
“In recent years, I have improved the Sorrowful Palm into the Great Nine Heavens Hand. Potian has already mastered it. In the world, there are only a few who can surpass him in palm power. A young man with ability cannot stand loneliness. Let him go out and try his luck.” Yang Guo said softly.
He was also a teenager once, so he understood Potian's thoughts very well.
This child is not their biological child, but a child picked up at the foot of Mount Hua. However, he has an amazing aptitude for martial arts and is born with an extremely strange internal skill of combining water and fire.
It was this child who brought Yang Guo and Taoist Wuming together.
The other party also said that Potian was the reincarnation of Buddha and was a rival to him, the ancestor of Taoism.
However, Potian was simple-minded and always said that he had a mother, so he refused to call Guo Fu mother.
But Guo Fu always raised him as her own son.
Even though the couple had another child in the past two years, their love for Potian has not diminished in the slightest.
Of course, what Yang Guo liked most was that Potian had excellent cooking skills.
Actually, it’s strange. Taoist Wuming said that Potian was the reincarnation of Buddha, but Potian’s barbecue was particularly delicious and he never avoided killing.
But he does seem to be naturally kind, with a compassionate look in his eyes.
By the way, his sister Cheng Ying adopted a young boy a few years ago and started teaching him the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island. She also gave him the surname "Yang".
After receiving the other party's letter, Yang Guo didn't dare to reply.
It's all injustice.
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Huashan Ancient Road.
A young boy was humming a tune while walking on gravel, with a big yellow dog following behind him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal clashing at the corner of the mountain path. He raised his brows and tiptoed onto the old pine tree on the cliff. He saw eighteen red-robed lamas forming a strange formation, and the cymbals and demon-subduing pestles danced with layers of golden light, trapping a white-haired old man in the center.
The old man's clothes were stained with blood. Every time he punched, a wave of air would be discharged. The wind from his fist would shatter the fallen leaves within a thirty-foot radius into powder.
But the Eighteen Lamas' moves were continuous like the tide, and the sound of cymbals was mixed with the captivating Buddhist chanting, which caused the old man's knuckles to burst. The blood that seeped out from between his fingers splashed onto the bluestone slabs and turned black and purple in an instant.
"What a powerful external skill!" The young man's eyes lit up.
He had heard his adoptive father, the Great Condor Hero, comment on martial arts figures. From the other party's palm techniques, he recognized the old man as the Great Compassion Palm Master who was rumored to be "the master of the Great Compassion Palm that shook the nine states." Although the old man's moves were powerful, his breath was disordered and he was obviously at the end of his strength.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded from the Lama formation, and eighteen magical instruments smashed towards the old man's head at the same time. The sound of breaking through the air was as deafening as thunder.
At the critical moment, the young man rushed down on tiptoe. Before his palm touched the lama, nine dark energies rolled out from his sleeves, each of which carried an explosive aura of ice and fire.
The leading lama's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could raise the cymbal in his hand, he was knocked backwards by the energy, hit the rock wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The other lamas were horrified and quickly retreated three feet in formation.
The young man came in front of the old man, the cold air in his sleeves and the heat in his palms intertwined, and he protected the old man with his powerful and domineering palm power.
Little kid..." The old man staggered half a step, his cloudy eyes staring at the red and blue Qi flowing in Yang Potian's palm, "Your hands... are even more domineering than my Great Compassion Palm..."
Before he finished speaking, the Eighteen Lamas had regrouped and blue flames ignited on their magic weapons.
The young man raised his palms, and the power surged wildly, causing a strong wind to blow on the ancient road.
His Great Nine Heavens Hand contained both Yin and Yang Qi. The ice in his left hand froze the air for three feet, and the blazing flames in his right hand made the gravel crackle. The collision of ice and fire made an earth-shaking roar. The lamas' flame array was instantly shattered. Three people were frozen into ice sculptures, five were burned into charcoal, and the rest fled into the dense forest, rolling and crawling.
“Thank you, young friend…” The old man leaned against the tree trunk and slowly slid down to sit down, wheezing like a broken bellows. “I wanted to keep this skill and settle accounts with those Tibetan Buddhist monks…”
He trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest covered in scars. Each scar was a strange dark blue. "They used poison... I can't hold on for much longer..."
The young man squatted down, and just as his fingertips touched the old man's pulse, he was shocked by a cold and chilly energy and retracted his hand.
The old man suddenly burst into laughter and took out an oilcloth package from his arms: "Inside... is the hard work of my life... If you don't mind, just treat it as..." He was interrupted by a cough, blood foam flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the old man's pupils gradually blurred, "Remember... the clay figure hides the Shaolin Temple..."
When the package fell into the young man's arms, the old man's hands were already cold.
The boy sighed.
It was the first time he saw a dead person in Huashan.
However, before he was adopted by Yang Guo, he had already wandered around the world and witnessed many tragedies in the world. Therefore, although he felt sorry for the death of Old Man Dabei, he quickly adapted to it.
He took off his coat to cover the old man's body, dug a hole nearby and buried the old man.
As for the lamas, they also dug a pit and buried them all.
After doing all these things, he thought of the last words of the old man Dabei, saying that the oilcloth package contained something from Shaolin Temple...
“Could this be something lost from Shaolin Temple? Since old man Dabei was so concerned about this matter before he died, I’d better help him send the things back.” The young man thought about it, put away the package, went to the town at the foot of the mountain, asked for the direction of Shaolin Temple, and then went to Shaolin Temple.
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"The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Tianhu, died mysteriously in his own meditation room, and his body had a strange smile on its face."
When this news came out, it shocked the world.
(End of this chapter)