Chapter 460 One Saint, Two Divisions of Culture and Martial Arts

There is a tower tomb made of red stone on the hillside next to the little monk's wood. The grass next to it is clean. It can be seen that the wood cares about the stone tower very much. Although Tianwu Temple Tallinn has inscription prohibition and protection, and no matter how powerful it is, it can't destroy these stone pagodas, when the wood and Yun Zheng made a move just now, it often subconsciously protected the stone pagoda and prevent any attack force from affecting it.

Yun Zheng sat on a bluestone opposite the wood, "Your master's."

The little monk nodded and said gmly, "Master was seriously injured in the cave under the cliff of Hongye City, and used the three-color Huiyuan liquid of Yaowang Valley's secret medicine to consume more than half of his life. When he returned to Tianwu Temple, he fell ill and died within three months."

His master is fiery and pure, and he is a holy monk who pursues martial arts all his life. Although he is a little unconvinced about the world, he is straightforward and frank and does not lose his original nature. Four years ago, in a cliff cave, he fought with Jing Se, Commander Fu and Yun Zheng for the tear crystal of the god of war, but unexpectedly, it consumed all his vitality. Yun Zheng's memory of those years is still fresh at this time. Because of the secret medicine of wood, he passed through the Soul Hall of the God of War safely. At that time, the little monk wood also grew into a tall teenager, but there was only a pug of loess left, which was really sad.

Yun Zheng smiled and looked around. "Actually, it's also very good here. If you come to see him often, I don't think the fiery master will be lonely."

The little monk put his palms together, "If you have a desire, you will suffer. If you have no desire, you will be strong. If the master had not been dedicated to pursuing martial arts and becoming a demon, he would not have achieved this result. Seeking martial arts and Taoism is not infatuation. The greater the pursuit, the heavier the karma. I think the mystery of the Honglian religion is clear, 'born guilty, refining my red lotus, burning industry, washing the heart and purifying the soul...' Your Excellency Tianzun Grand Guardian, or the little monk will worship you."

Yun Zheng laughed and said, "I can't wait for it. There are still many beautiful believers under my Honglian sect. I will introduce one to you then."

The little monk looked awe-inspily and said, "Sin, Yunda Protector, don't you want to harm me to practice. Brother Yun, do you know who is in control of the political affairs of the Yunyi Dynasty now? Including who will preside over this imperial martial arts conference?

Yun Zheng was stunned and immediately said, "It goes without saying that the political affairs of the Yunyi Dynasty are of course under the control of the current Holy Emperor. As for the martial arts competition, according to the historical practice, isn't it also presided over by the Holy Emperor in Tianwu Temple? Is there any change?"

The wood nodded slowly, "The Holy Emperor is sick and seriously ill. He has been resting in Tianwu Temple for three months. Except for the eldest prince, the Ming emperor and the old jade dragon monk of Tianwu Temple, no one else is allowed to meet. These three months of political affairs and dynasties are in the hands of the eldest prince, and even this imperial city warrior competition meeting has been presided over by the eldest prince.

Yun Zheng couldn't help frowning, "This..." He had just arrived in Yujing for only a month, and he didn't care much about who would control the government affairs of the dynasty. He was busy enough to practice and take care of the affairs of Honglian Education every day. He really didn't want to care about what Wood said. Therefore, as soon as the wood said, Yun Zheng thought about it carefully. Originally, it was not a big deal that the Holy Emperor was sick, but it was a little strange to connect with the eldest prince and Minghuang. In addition, the Ming Emperor appeared in the Yunhai Temple a few days ago, which had already threatened Yun Zheng, so that the Holy Emperor's illness also made him a trace of suspicion. .

without waiting for Yun Zheng to speak, the wood said, "Today, the Holy Emperor has always been strong, diligent and loving the people, and his material enjoyment is very indifferent. He often goes to Tianwu Temple to meditate martial arts, and often says that he will live another hundred years and merge the Tiger Wing Dynasty and the Windwing Dynasty into the territory of Yunyi. A person like him suddenly fell ill, which really makes people feel strange. Brother Yun, I'm afraid that this year's Tianwu supreme martial arts competition will not end so easily. You have to care more about it. He looked up at the rolling clouds in the sky and said, "This day is going to change."

How could Yun Zheng not understand what he said? He immediately nodded and said, "I know, thank you."

The little monk Mutou smiled and said, "Brother Yun, I just fought with you. Look, your cultivation level is comparable to the first-class martial arts in the world today. At the competition four years ago, the ultimate battle was fought between Master Yulong and Dongfang Bai, and finally Dongfang Bai won. In fact, I saw that the means exerted by Dongfang Bai that day have not been shown with you today. If he has not broken through the nine realms in the past four years, Brother Yun, you are 60% sure of the supreme position of Tianwu this year.

Yun Zheng asked, "What if Dongfang Bai went to the ninth paragraph?"

The wood stretched out three fingers and said, "You have to ask yourself about this. I guess how there are 30%."

Yun Zheng secretly said that the little monk had a poisonous eye. Did he see that his cultivation had reached nine levels? Yun Zheng asked again, "Little monk, won't you try to fight in Tianwu Temple?"

The little monk said, "If you fight to death and compete for a false reputation, I won't join in the fun, and I'd better stay with my master."

Yun Zheng looked at the little monk wood, "I heard that there is a saying in the Holy Religion that trouble is Bodhi. I'm afraid it's not so easy to be pure."

The little monk smiled and said, "It turns out that Yun Dahu also knows Zen, which makes the little monk admire it."

Yun Zheng said, "It's just a mantra."

The little monk stretched out his hand and gently stroked the red stone tower and said slowly, "There has always been a holy two-state teacher saying that the Holy Emperor's family checks and balances the world. The two divisions are divided into literature and martial arts. The Wenguo master is the Minghuang, and the martial arts master is the supreme of Tianwu. The great inscription master who can sit in the position of the Minghuang must come from the first inscription master in the world. The sect where Tianwu Supreme is located is also the first sect of martial arts, so they were not, and they will become the first because of the inscription emperor and the supreme Tianwu. Brother Yun, do you understand what I said?

Yun Zheng nodded, "If you want to sit in the position of national teacher, you must rely on the holy emperor in power. In the final analysis, the position of Minghuang and Tianwu is not the power of one person, but the competition of the strength of major sects."

The little monk nodded and praised, "Very good, Brother Yun's four years of experience has not only greatly increased his cultivation, but also his human nature is clear. In addition to the two teachers, there is also a saint. This saint is the holy religion. The holy religion has always been the first state religion of the Yunyi Dynasty, and the abbot of each generation of the holy religion is the strongest support of the Holy Emperor family. When the two holy divisions work together, the Holy Emperor's family will sit firmly on the throne. In fact, if anyone is at the mercy of a holy two divisions, he is the holy emperor. Do the princes have a seed? Ha ha, who is born as an emperor.

Yun Zheng doesn't understand this truth, but everyone comes from different origins and has different fates, so he has the ambition to dominate the world, and he also needs to have that condition.

The little monk looked at the clouds in the sky and said, "In order to restrain the power of the Yuwen family, the previous generations of holy emperors personally supported Yunhai Shenyuan and Tianshu Nanyuan to compete with the Yuwen family, but none of them could take on the important responsibility of Wen Guoshi, so 12 A few years ago, the Holy Emperor designed to drive away the magic power of the Minghuangjing in those years, which supported the respect of today's Minghuang. Dongfangbai has been the supreme of Tianwu for eight years, and the Oriental family is at its most powerful, but I heard that the newly rising Dongfang Tianjiao seems to be very ignorant, and the Oriental Family Building is dangerous. Brother Yun, I said this to hope you can understand that if you want Honglianism to be called the first sect of Zhongtian martial arts in the future, you personally sit firmly on the supreme throne of Tianwu, you need to make a choice.

Yun Zheng asked, "Choice? What do you mean?"

The little monk said, "The emperor's life is simple and not very close to women, so there are not many children, but there are several daughters. There is only one son that everyone knows, that is, the eldest prince today. In fact, the Holy Emperor has two sons, one is the eldest prince, and the other was thrown into the snow when he was very young..."

Yun Zheng was shocked and remembered the gambling of Mo Beishu and Jing Tianfang. He subconsciously glanced at the little monk and said solemnly, "I just heard the second half of the story. On that day of heavy snow, a bald old monk went out to sweep the snow. He happened to pick up the child in the snow. When he went back, he shaved the child's head, and the child became a little monk."

Wood smiled and said, "You are so smart. No wonder you can be the guardian of heaven. After this story is completed, I will sweep the stone tower for my master, so I won't accompany him. With that, he bowed, turned around and quietly left, and soon disappeared into the forest.

Yun Zheng stood quietly for a while, and his thoughts flew around. The eldest prince, the little prince, the Ming emperor and the Eastern family, all turned into chip symbols and disturbed his mind endlessly. This is equivalent to a balance. In addition to life and death, those chips are built around on both sides of the balance.

Yun Zheng returned from the way, passed through the courtyard, left Tianwu Temple, and went down the mountain.

After walking for a while, he gradually felt that the situation was different, because the mountain road of Tianwu Temple was full of people, but when the original road went down the mountain gradually became scarce, and it became deserted after a short time. Only a few practitioners walking on the road have dull expressions and dead faces. The momentum around them is extremely depressing. A black and yellow evil spirit permeates the air, and the sky is also dimmed. His spiritual mansion is also dizzy, giving Yun Zheng an illusion that he has stepped into a dark place of death in broad daylight.

No, this is the divine inscription array laid by the great inscription teacher!

Yun Zheng suddenly alerted, frowned, and immediately stopped. The spiritual platform mirror wrinkled, and the spiritual beads raised his spirits. He mobilized his strong spiritual consciousness and protected the consciousness of the spirit. The original power of Ziwei Dixing was launched, and the light wings behind him unfolded, and his whole body was surrounded by purple light.

The black and yellow spirit of death is permeated, covering the sky and the sun, and the surroundings are extremely dizzy. In the smoke and dust, a black smoke dragon rushed out and attacked the clouds. The black demon dragon is violent and murderous, with the posture of tearing everything in the way into pieces.

Yun Zheng did not retreat and rushed forward, turned into a mass of purple light, and his mind spit out, and the inch-long purple photoelectric sword suddenly shot out, and the purple mysterious sword!