Chapter 379

Kunlun mountain three old way meet in the middle of the road, immediately stunned.

Look at each other, smile bitterly.

The Taoist children who followed them were still in a trance. They couldn't figure out what could make boiling water fall in the hands of the two hundred year old Taoist practice, what could make the strings cut their invulnerable skin, and what could make the ever calm Kunlun to go to each other in a hurry, but they met each other halfway.

No matter what it is, it is impossible to make a decision!

Is there another turmoil in the world?

An old powerful voice interrupted their conjecture that they were close to the truth.

"Sprout, get ready for tea. We have something important to talk about under Luorong tree."

"Yes, sir."

Under the Luo Rong tree, which is not much different from the jujube tree.

The first-class green tea in early spring is emitting light heat and attractive fragrance, but no one cares.

The three old Taoist priests all frowned and looked worried.

"Elder martial brother, younger martial brother, do you think so?"

"Alas, there is no record of this unrest in the fate track, but it is still so overwhelming. It is the first time in thousands of years!"

"Elder martial brother's words are very clear. I'm afraid I also think so. It's not that you and I are not good enough to break the fate of heaven, but that there is no such turmoil in the original track. How can we know that? And I really can't think of anyone who can completely get out of the way and make the world unstoppable except the immortal master? "

"But But I see destruction in the way of heaven and the unstoppable disaster of soldiers! "

"I don't think so. There must be something hidden in it that we don't know."

"Younger martial brother, it's reasonable to say that the immortal master is not a crazy devil. If he really destroys Shenzhou, what's the good for him?"

"Two younger martial brothers, what do you mean?"

"The old Taoist thought that the immortal master did not destroy Shenzhou, but Tiandao!"

"Hiss!"

The oldest Taoist took a breath of cold air and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Not only him, but also the other two Taoist priests who took the lead in seeing it were very shocked, their turbid old eyes stared like bronze bells.

For hundreds of years, they have understood the fate of the heavenly way. They can understand each other's meaning only by saying half of each sentence. Naturally, they know that the so-called "destroying the heavenly way" does not really destroy the heavenly way. The way of heaven is vague and uncertain. Whether it exists or not is still controversial. No one can touch it. It has no substance, not to mention being destroyed. "Destroying the heavenly way" here refers to changing the process of the world with something beyond the heavenly way, not destroying the heavenly way and the world, but destroying the control of the heavenly way over the world, and for the heavenly way, the gap between this and destroying the world is not big.

Maybe Anyang didn't change the world very much at the beginning, and it could be easily amended. But so many troops, senior officials, and sudden wars, along with the modernization reform, the education and promotion of science and technology and Taoism, as well as the implantation of science and technology items, are not under the jurisdiction of this heaven and Taoism. I'm afraid it can't be amended for a while. And this kind of change is more than once and twice. People who don't belong to this world led by Anyang will constantly change this world, make the illusory heaven tired of coping with it, and completely lose the ability to plan the world's trajectory.

In this way, Tiandao no longer has the ability to control the process of Shenzhou for a long time at least, which is equivalent to being directly abandoned.

Several people looked at each other for a long time before they turned into a long sigh.

"It's just our guess, not necessarily. Elder martial brother and younger martial brother, let's make a calculation together."

"Oh, yes."

……

It's probably the same with the remote and ethereal peaks.

However, Qimiao peak is far more accomplished in the fatalism of the heaven than Kunlun mountain. They can break more and have more keen intuition. They can't see the origin of the turmoil, but they can see the location of Tibetan show and Shu mountain, which is the nearest holy land of cultivation. The two are only thousands of miles apart. The light cavalry forces in the world can reach it in ten days at most

Therefore, they gave up the plan of the rehearsal directly.

Sure enough, before the evening, a formation with blade machine armour as the main part, heavy hammer machine armour as the auxiliary, and two trial machine armour as its members had already arrived at the foot of the misty peak.

Just as the disciples were waiting for their surprise, the elder Taishang gave the highest order.

Give up resistance!

In less than half a column of incense, the Tianbing army with a sense of science fiction and power stepped on the main hall of Qimiao peak, and presented more than ten badges to control the high level of Qimiao peak.

This victory is probably the most relaxed.

Qimiao peak also became the only holy place of cultivation which was recovered without firing by the heavenly soldiers with the last peep into the fate of the heavenly way, and it was able to preserve all the strength.

……

The capital of Yunnan, one of the 26 prefectures of Dayi Dynasty, is located in the central part of China. It has always been bustling with people coming and going on the streets.Recently, a festival called "Shangjie" was close to Dayi Dynasty, which led to the fact that the city of Dianzhou was still full at noon, and people came one after another. Like the early morning market, the biggest temple fair of the year was held by nanzuo Temple two days later, and there was a lantern show every night, which was a continuous stream of visitors.

The young man hopes to meet a gorgeous woman at the temple fair, as it is written in the romantic talks, while the scholars in Qingyi hope to write poems and become famous at the lantern fair, and jump into the eyes of dignitaries and ladies. Young women also hope to meet a handsome young man at the temple fair, or to find a romantic scholar to spend their time together. After all, this is a rare time when they can have fun. Either they can relax themselves and play around, or they have to find a good husband for themselves, or "business solution" will be meaningless to them.

There are also monks who go to the streets to beg for money when there are many of them, or to deceive the world with some incomprehensible Buddhist principles and Taoism, hoping to add more money to their temples.

The streets are filled with the smell of meat buns, of course, also with the smell of sweat on people. The shops selling sunny noodles or tea on the street are full of people. No matter who they are, they seem to be very happy at this time. Even those who are hungry and skinny, who have the best clothes mended, are all smiling. Even the beggar doesn't pretend to be pitiful, and grins and stretches out his broken bowl.

A monk in a yellow frock sits on the ground with his knees crossed, surrounded by a circle of people. Most of them are bored to the point where they can't help it. Listen to his interesting words in the crowd.

"Don't ask for it in Lingshan mountain. Lingshan mountain is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan tower so that he can build it under it. "

"What do you say that you don't understand? You monk, haven't answered me yet. Where is the Buddha?"

"The Buddha is only in our hearts. The master once taught the little monk that the Buddha is not an ever-changing and responsive God, nor a omnipresent and omnipotent Savior. Buddha is a wise and virtuous enlightenment, a teacher who teaches the method of breaking troubles. Whenever we clean our hearts, we can follow his shining pure golden light. "

"Ah bah, the foreword doesn't match the postscript. Then you say that the Buddha is not a God, and where are the immortals?"

"Amitabha, I only saw the Buddha when I was pious, but I never saw the immortals. I also don't believe in the immortals. In my mind, there are no immortals in the world!"

When the monk in yellow said that, he found that the people didn't listen to him, and he didn't care much. He wanted to transform the world here, but it was also related to fate. It was their creation to hear that, and he was not ashamed to hear what he had done. It's true that many of his words are more attractive than that street juggling. He looks away from ordinary people, who all think that person is not related to Buddha.

But soon he found that these people were not attracted by juggling, but staring at the sky and making waves of exclamation.

It seems that there is a roar coming into our ears.

The monk in yellow immediately raised his head, but saw a reflection of light in the air, some of them were as small as reptiles, some of them were as small as the faces of old people in the street, but they were all human figures, flying in the sky in the way of facing the ground, like overlooking the earth, leaving traces of white on the blue sky.

This, this is

The monks in yellow are still hesitating, and the people on the ground are already panic stricken, and some fall to the ground.

"Immortals, immortals, the immortals have been solved!"

"Soldiers and generals, these people must be soldiers and generals!"

However, these figures did not pay attention to them. They rowed by themselves. Most of them were in neat formation and did not stay. Some of them flying low would cause the screech of piercing eardrum, but they were regarded as thunder to show the identity of immortals. While the civilians covered their ears, they fell to their knees more devoutly. There were those who yearned for peace and those who repented of their sins.

Even the monk in yellow closed his eyes with his hands folded.

This is the reflection of the Buddha in the world. It is the good deed of the Buddha to manifest the world, to publicize his own Buddhism, and to purify his miscellaneous desires.

He said to himself in his heart.

However, until a thundering sound, the transport aircraft formation that has not completely equipped with "silent flight technology" roared past, it is like a huge silver Falcon in the eyes of the public. They want to search through the legend to find out the record of the bird, but they have to give up due to their narrow knowledge.

But in the eyes of the monks in yellow, this is the symbol of the Buddha, the cause and effect of the Buddha's good deeds of cutting flesh, and the monks' chanting in the rolling Leiyin temple.

The transport fleet roared past, but dropped hundreds of raindrops like figures. The armor reflected the light under the sunlight. The body falling at a high speed made them slide down like a ray of light. Only when it was close to the ground, the thrusters used as auxiliary power and emergency control were turned on. In less than a second, the white flash of light offset the huge impact of the fall. Then the heavy metal body landed from 10 meters high, shaking on the ground, and some even crushed the old bluestone board.

Boom!

Boom!

……

The reflection of light has fallen down one after another on the street, like a soldier in metal armor. He is completely covered and speechless. He immediately draws out a hand-held weapon from behind, turns on the energy switch and electronic insurance, and begins to patrol around and scan for threats.But in the eye, there are only a group of panic stricken civilians.

(the Mid Autumn Festival is here. I wish you all a Happy Mid Autumn Festival and a beautiful moon cake. If the reader is happy and rewards a moon cake, the golden one will not beg in the street with a bowl. By the way, happy birthday to miss Qingqing

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