Chapter 3 Immortals and Demons Gathering Jade Dragon

There is a mountain range stretching thousands of miles in the southwest of the Great Wei Dynasty, like a huge dragon perched in the southwest border of the Great Wei Dynasty. This mountain range is the Yulong Snow Mountain Range.

"In the legend of the locals, the Yulong Mountains were transformed by an ancient god. The gods held thirteen swords to fight fiercely against the demons that invaded human beings and finally killed them. The gods and his thirteen swords all turned into mountains that went straight to the sky, and the guardians lived here for generations. Master Yuanxian, have you ever heard this legend?

Two people came today, a monk and a monk. The monk's yellow clothes and eyebrows are white. He is Master Yuanxian, the abbot of Fayuan Temple. The Taoist is dressed in purple and golden, floating and has a long beard. At the end, he is a master of Yumen and Zhang Zongyi, the master of the contemporary Longhu Mountain.

"Amitabha" Master Yuan Xian put his hands together: "Of course, I have heard of it. It's just that the world is fooled and far-fetched, fabricating tricks to play with children."

Zhang Zongyi said, "Although the story is naive and ridiculous, it is also a good vision of the people. They just hope that they can live and work smoothly and give the unpredictable and irresistible disasters to the heroes and gods that they don't even know. Every day, the sun rises, the sun sets and rests, holding the child in the arms, and kicking the wife behind the feet. However, we are not as leisurely as they are. We don't have to talk about meditation on weekdays. We also have to take care of the world, eliminate disasters, and remove the demonic atmosphere. Hey! It's really not as good as mortals!"

Zhang Zongyi looked back at Yuan Xian: "Master, is it reasonable to say these old words?"

Master Yuan Xian smiled and said: "There is indeed some truth in this saying, but mortals have mortal difficulties, and we also have our hardships. They are all rolling freely in the red dust. If the heavenly master is a mortal at this time, he may envy the benefits of immortals again.

Zhang Zongyi said, "Everyone knows that immortals are good, but who can know the troubles of immortals? Speaking of which, we are all people who have survived three heavenly disasters and are about to fly up. We are immortals among mortals. Today, we are also as sad as those teenagers.

"Good, good," Master Yuan Xian said, "It's just because today's matter is too important and the Doji's magical power is vast, so the heavenly master is so worried, but evil is invincible. Why does the heavenly master have to worry about the sky?"

"Indeed," Zhang Zongyi nodded and said, "Master, what is the origin of Dorji? How can it be so powerful? It seems to suddenly emerge!"

"A few days ago, the king of great compassion came to our old man of Fayuan Temple and also asked this question." Master Yuanxian said, "Doji is a person from a small temple in Tubo. In the past, he has obtained some shallow tantric practice methods. Although he has no magic power, he can also get rid of diseases. The heavenly master probably also knows that the method of tantric practice is to become a Buddha, and it is easy to become a Buddha with magical power. Promote the achievement of the small self to return to the universe. It's just that Doji violated the rules in the temple and was expelled from the temple by the elder living Buddha. Later, somehow he got the joy Zen method of the long-lost Huanxi Sect!? This method is different from other Buddhist spells. It requires great joy to enter the great silence and understand the Buddha's law in the joy of men and women. Therefore, there are many men and women in this Zen method. Thousands of years ago, the famous Buddha Sect relied on this skill to dominate the world. However, most people are not strong in their minds when practicing this method. They can't be separated from their lust. They don't know the true meaning of flesh and pink skeletons. They are addicted to Huan** and often do plundering and rape. They were destroyed by Taiyi Zi, the patriarch of Taiqing, and the joyful Zen method was lost. Unexpectedly, he was obtained by this Dorji. After getting this Zen method, Dorji somehow his magic power soared and called himself Kunlun Shangren. Doji is not a person who can break his face, so since then, he has been lawless. He has been forced to pick up for it everywhere, challenging all the masters everywhere, and forcibly grabbing the secret magic weapon.

"So that's it." Zhang Zongyi nodded: "It seems that it was not a momentary for Dorji to kill the real person in charge of the contemporary Taiqing religion. In those years, the Taiqing religion was extinct, and now it seems that there is a reason for Dorji to destroy the Taiqing religion."

"Good and good" Master Yuan Xian said, "The cycle of cause and effect is unpleasant."

"It's just that Taiqing, which leads the world's Taoism, is gone forever." Zhang Zongyi sighed.

"Master Yuan Xian" Zhang Zongyi said again, "I don't know how much chance the master thinks I have to win today?"

"Ha ha" Monk Yuan Xian said, "We will win today!"

"The master is confident."

"Isn't the Heavenly Master not sure about this?" Yuan Xian asked a rhetorical question.

Zhang Zong smiled and didn't answer, just looked at the distance...

The wind roars all year round on Yulong Snow Mountain. This wind is not a different wind, but a nine-day thunder and fire wind, which contains the air of the dry sky and nine-day thunder and fire. As long as mortals touch it a little, they will scatter their bones and their souls will be scattered. In particular, the wind on the top fan is even more fierce. The fan has no vegetation all year round, and no birds or beasts can survive on it. However, Zhang Zongyi and Master Yuanxian sat on the top of the fan and remained motionless.

After a short time, they saw that the sky began to fly and escape one after another. They did not rise to the main peak and fan steeply, but fell together on the rest of the peaks.

Master Yuan Xian slowly opened his eyes: "The people watching the battle are coming!"

Zhang Zongyi nodded and said, "There are a lot of people coming today, huh? Why did he come too?"

Master Yuan Xian turned his head and asked, "Who is the heavenly master talking about?"

"Who else can there be? Naturally, it is Zhao Zhiyuan in charge of Dongming Taiwei Palace.

"Is it him?" Master Yuan Xian looked at it and said, "It's really him. What is he doing here? Is it to help? His magic power is not weaker than mine, and his achievements in swordsmanship are comparable to those of Geng Jinwu, the head of the Qingcheng Sword School. If you get the help of this person, I'm afraid Dorji is really doomed today.

"According to Lao Dao, I'm afraid Zhao Zhangjiao will not take action." Zhang Zongyi said.

"Why?" Master Yuan Xian is a little puzzled.

"Today, he brought more than 20 disciples. I think he came to watch the war. Besides, Zhao Zhangjiao has sealed the sword for more than ten years. If he helps, he will inform him in advance." Zhang Zongyi said, "Ma* is going to arrive at noon. I think Geng Zhenren and the Great Compassion King are about to arrive."

As soon as Zhang Zongyi finished speaking, he saw a golden light and a bright sword light flying from the north. In an instant, the fan suddenly fell down. He saw a man wearing a dark red robe and a curved moon yellow hat on his head, who was the great compassionate king of the Yellow Sect. The other, dressed in a hydration-colored Taoist robe and a three-foot sword hanging from his waist, was Geng Jinwu of the Qingcheng Sword School.

As soon as the two arrived, Zhang Zongyi and Master Yuan Xian immediately stood up. After a while, Geng Jinwu looked up at the sun and shouted, "Doji rats came out quickly to die!"

Geng Jinwu's roar was majestic, and the rolling waves washed away all the floating clouds in the sky, and even the eternal wind on Yulong Snow Mountain stopped. Rumbled, and the fan suddenly collapsed with the snow on dozens of surrounding peaks. Several people who watched the battle in the surrounding area were weak. They immediately bled and hurriedly drove away. If they didn't leave, they were afraid that they would have to stay with their lives. Except for the particularly high cultivation, all the rest of them carried spells to protect themselves.

"Gaga-ga-ga-ga-ga" A strange smile like an old owl in the night sounded from the south. At first, it was very small, but then it became bigger and bigger. In the end, there was only this old owl left between the whole world. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the art of protecting the body of dozens of people watching the battle immediately collapsed, and "bang bang bang" was immediately shaken into a blood mist by this laughter. At the same time, a golden light suddenly appeared thousands of miles away, but it reached the fan in an instant. The golden light suddenly stopped with thunder! In the golden light, there is a middle-aged man with a dry face.

"Master Kunlun Dorji!" Geng Jinwu gritted his teeth and said. Just now, Geng Jinwu shouted loudly and had the intention to give Doji a shout. I don't think that Dorji's subsequent strange laughter was more powerful than him. Although Geng Jinwu had the intention to save the people watching the battle and left a little attention when they drank, Geng Jinwu shocked people away just by laughter. Geng Jinwu asked himself that he couldn't do it, and the shock was not mediocre. This is the first confrontation, but Geng Jinwu has lost a lot in this first confrontation.

"Hahahaha" Dorji laughed wildly and said, "It's Buddha and me. Today, you and the other seven people have a total duel against Buddha. Why are only four people here? Are you afraid of everything else? Dare not? Hahahaha, the middle hamster generation and you, the Huangjiao miscellaneous hair that deserve to die quickly, hahahaha, you are destined to die in the hands of the Buddha today.

The "Doji" great compassion king stepped forward and said, "You and I both know that today is an endless decisive battle! Don't show the benefits of the tongue! Or is it the right way for me to send you speeding!"

"Hmm!" Dorji said, "If you want to die, the Buddha will fulfill you!" But these onlookers who want to get some benefits from fishermen are really annoying! It's better to kill!" After saying that, Dorji's body was full of gold, and a colorful golden wheel about ten feet in diameter appeared on his head. Countless murmurs of chanting in the golden wheel sounded. For a moment, the grand and vast sound of chanting filled the whole world. Countless Buddhas and Bodhis and Bodhisattvas, Vajra protectors, and even heavenly female poisonous dragons, and all kinds of demons and ghost kings flew out of the golden wheel. Either the face is compassionate, or the face is ferocious, or the beauty dances, or the roars sharply. In an instant, it seems that the characters in countless oil-colored Buddhist allusions suddenly appeared in front of the crowd, interpreting various stories, such as cutting meat and feeding eagles, white apes offering fruits, nine-color deer and so on flashed quickly. , countless worlds are like heaven, hell, and all the heavens of desire are in front of people, as if Dorji has suddenly opened the doors of many big, middle thousand and small worlds. While people were stunned, these Buddha and Bodhisattvas, Tiannu Arhat, and the Ghost King Kong, all rushed to the onlookers with sharp blades, or bare-handed fists, or pinching the seals, making people breathless. This is like the birth of Buddha, and the power of immortals descending to earth makes many onlookers unable to respond, let alone resist. Imagine that you usually see these statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temple and still worship them. Today, these true Buddhas appear in front of you. In the face of their pressure, your whole soul is trembling. How can people have any other ideas? They all seemed to be lambs to be slaughtered, motionless, but there was endless fear and incredible in their eyes! Feeling that death is so close! However, there are also those with high magic power, and then drive away! Zhao Zhiyuan of the Taiwei Palace of Dongming was one of them. Zhao Zhiyuan snorted coldly, and a sword burst out of his body, protecting more than 20 disciples behind him. Doji, I won't get into your decisive battle today. However, if you don't die today, I, Zhao Zhiyuan, will definitely cut off your dog's head with one sword." Zhao Zhiyuan said and flew away.

"Hmm, Zhao Zhiyuan! Buddha remembers you!" Dorji's face is gloomy.

"Doji, you are also a master in the world. What should we do in the decisive battle? Is it harmful to your identity to take action rashly?

When the people watching the battle were deeply powerless and afraid, but before they met, a white light flashed and a personal character appeared in front of those Vajra Han. Or wearing a dragon robe, wearing a crown, or holding a lotus board, or a horse with a gun, or a female lady in a phoenix robe, or a cold-faced treacherous minister, or a majestic loyalty, countless scenes correspond to Dorji's magical powers, or court arguments, or killing the frontier, or a harem coup, or a heavenly patrol. Hunting, killing prisoners of war, or slaughtering the city and setting fire. It seems that someone has moved history to your front of you, no longer solidified words on bamboo paper, but vividly interpreted in front of you. Putting those strange, changing wind and clouds, and the battlefield in front of you is not the singing on the stage, but the living people, the real thing. A kind of history of thick, tragic, vicissitudes, bloody, destructive, like the unstoppable breath of the rolling Yangtze River fills everyone's heart, which makes people have the impulse to run with blood and generosity. These emperors and generals, concubines and courtiers also met the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas one by one, punched out their palms, drew their swords, and fought with them.

Then a gentle and elegant voice sounded: "It's so lucky and fierce that you can watch this battle, or you should leave quickly, otherwise you will lose your life in vain, which is not worth it."

When everyone heard this, it seemed that there was an inexplicable aura, which made people unconsciously believe that the owner of the sound had boundless affinity, giving people a feeling as if the spring breeze was blowing on their faces, and they couldn't help smiling faintly. I don't know when three people appeared on the fan, all with high crowns and fluttering clothes. It was the three masters of Confucianism - Li Yingxu, Su Hanshan and Du Xiyan!

It was Li Yingxu who just took action. Li Yingxu was the prime minister of the dynasty and a great sage of Confucianism. He was proficient in ancient and modern history and was ordered to compile the Ancient and Modern Tongjian. As soon as he takes action, he compiles history books by himself, which is the magic power of understanding "the past and the present". This magic move is self-created. Master Li relies on his profound Confucianism and proficient in history to play this move. If it were someone else, he would never win it. Even Su Hanshan and Du Xiyan are equally Confucian and familiar with ancient and modern times. However, their understanding of history is far less profound than Li Yingxu, so they can't use this trick. Even if they are reluctantly used, they are just tiger dogs.

And what we just talked about is Du Xiyan, the owner of Yuying Villa. The people who watched the battle saw that they were the three masters of Confucianism and were relieved. Everyone saw that Li Yingxu's methods were comparable to that of Doji, and they had a deeper sense than Doji. It seemed that his degree of condensation was better than that of Doji, so they thought one after another, "It is worthy of being Zaifu and a great sage of Confucianism, and their methods are superb." Then everyone remembered Du Xiyan's words, but they didn't want to think of it: "Now that the seven masters in the world have gathered together, and it's no problem to subdue Dorji, but why does Du Shanzhu still want us to leave?"

Su Hanshan, who stood side by side with Du Xiyan and Li Yingxu, said at this time, "It's better for you to leave quickly. At that time, we will still have no time to take care of ourselves and can't take care of you. This battle is dangerous and unsuitable!" After listening to the battle, the people looked at each other. Suddenly, a man rose up with his sword, and the others followed and left the top of the snowy mountain.

At this time, the seven masters of the world stood side by side, and a formation formed a formation to surround Kunlun Master Dorji in the middle. At this time, the Buddha on the snowy mountains was still fighting with many famous people in ancient and modern times. Doji looked coldly at the three Confucian masters who had just arrived. Li Yingxu was dressed in a blue robe and a white beard. Su Hanshan's face was about 40, and he hung a sword under his waist and stood proudly. Du Xiyan looked even younger, about 30 years old. He was wearing a jade pendant at his waist and holding a folding fan, and he was an extremely handsome man. In Dorji's eyes, these three people are all restrained, with strange bones, and an indescribable charm. They are thoughtful and generous.

Doji looked at several people fiercely and shouted loudly. His body was golden, and the golden wheel on his head slowly turned. The bell rang all over the world. The transformed Buddha Luohan was refreshed one by one, and their bodies soared. Originally, they were two as tall, but now they suddenly rose to three feet and killed the transformed emperors. Li Yingxu smiled and said, "Doji, that's all you did."

Suddenly, the emperors became blurred and dispersed into pieces of smoke, making those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas unable to do it. These smoke will gather together and gradually shrink, and soon become a roll of bamboo slips, but see a towering purple light blooming on the bamboo slips, and a white cloud below hold it. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, Tiannu Arhat, and the Ghost King Kong roared loudly and rushed to the bamboo slip to tear it to pieces. However, as soon as they approached the bamboo slips, they were blocked by the white gas under the bamboo slips and could not move forward at all.

Doji sneered: "In the reign of Zaifu, the Confucian master is nothing more than this!" Seeing that Dorji pinched a seal with his hands, the group of Buddhas began to devour each other. The Great Compassion King and Master Yuan Xian said, "You see, the Dharma King, this behavior is not done by my disciples, but they are similar in their heads. In fact, they are already the means of the magic religion."

Master Yuanxian said, "How can a ** monk know the true meaning of Buddhism? What he fights against is nothing more than power. Like him, he has no power and no Taoism, and can only be fierce for a while."

As the two were talking, the Buddhas had swallowed each other only one with a bell in his left hand and a demon pestle in his right hand. As soon as the King Kong Sayu came out, he held the demon pestle high and hit the bamboo slip. Where the demon pestle passed, there was wind and thunder roaring, as if there was the power to break the mountain. Li Yingxu smiled and said, "How can such a miscellaneous and impure Buddha statues break my bamboo slips?" Seeing the purple light on the bamboo slip, he immediately fixed the magic pestle. "Nan Wuju Luba's broken Sayu" roared, broke away from the shackles of purple light, and hit the bamboo slip again. The purple light above the bamboo slips is even better, and three white gases are emitted from the clouds below. Like three swords, the King Kong Sa is cut into four sections, and then twisted it into nothingness.

Li Yingxu made a move with a smile, and the bamboo fell into his hand easily and flatly. Dorji was furious: "Let's go together! How can Buddha be afraid of you?" After saying that, he waved his hand, pinched a seal in his right hand, and patted Li Yingxu. A golden big hand also pinched the seal and flew to Li Yingxu. At this time, the seven masters took action at the same time, and Master Li Yingxu unfolded the bamboo slips in his hand, which were full of strange-shaped seals. A heavy atmosphere emanated from the bamboo slips, and an unchangeable breath permeated the words. As soon as the golden light arrived, it was scattered by the purple light on the bamboo slips. Geng Jinwu pulled out his sword and cut it straight, and a dozen feet of sword light directly cut Doji! It is worthy of being a master master who specializes in swordsmanship. The power of this sword is so powerful that it can be split even if the fan is steep. The signs of the king's hands have changed continuously, and one fingerprints fly out one after another, forming a huge Buddha hand. There is a seal of the wheel of Dharma harmony in the palm of his hand. Countless Buddhas appear in the palm, countless sounds of chanting scriptures come out, and the Dharma of the palm of the hand , the wheel marks can't be remembered, and the wind outside the palm rises and clouds, as if the whole world are rotating under this harmonious wheel. Master Yuanxian fought against Dorji with a King Kong pestle in his hand. Su Hanshan pulled out his sword and waved his long sword, but saw a sword spirit emanating from the sword. Su Hanshan's sword was vast and graceful. There was an irresistible momentum. Du Xiyan waved a folding fan in his hand, and nine purple gas pressed towards Doji like a long dragon. Zhang Zongyi Tianshi threw out several yellow charms, and the thunder wandered away like a dragon snake! Fly straight to Kunlun Master Dorji!

The seven masters of the world joined hands to attack, with their powerful and unstoppable body. Seeing that the six masters' joint attack was about to hit Dorji, Dorji smiled, and a red glow rose from his body, like the morning glow when the sun was born, containing extremely pure, refreshing and vibrant vitality. This glow tightly protected Doji's body. As soon as Geng Jinwu's sword spirit arrived, it was resisted by the glow cloud and faded away little by little! At the same time, whether it is the sword of Su Hanshan, or the pestle of Master Yuanxian, whether it is the handprint of the Ganges River of the King of Great Compassion, the Jiujiu Haoran of Du Xiyan, or the dragon, tiger and thunder god charm of Zhang Tianshi, it is resisted by this strange glow! Hahahaha," Dorji laughed wildly and said, "What a bullshit seven masters, but that's it, hahahaha! Let's see how the Buddha deals with you!" With the protection of the glow, Doji didn't pay attention to the seven masters at all!