y about really. That Jiang Wang, since he has such a reputation in Qi Country, the people of Qi wouldn’t allow Hai Zongming to harm him. But as for you, since Hai Zongming values this matter with Hu S......dead silence.
The entire Buddha's Palm Square fell into a silence that was indescribable.
To the monks gathered below, this was a battle too difficult to describe in words. Thousands of words welled up within them, but they could not find the right expression to convey their feelings.
Who can say the sea isn't powerful
Even though Lian Jiangwang endured the full force of Yi Tang's terrifying combined attacks, he managed to withstand them without any aftereffects.
Looking back at all the powerful foreign fighters Jiang Wang has encountered, Hai Jing's defense is considered the best.
But in the battle that took place at Longdantai today, from beginning to end, the rhythm was always under Jiang Wang's control, not deviating once.
The opening Rai-On Flame Sparrow was too sudden, too spirited, and too powerful!
The direct use of Real Thunder's power resulted in a crushing victory.
The following five realms of hell, stacked on top of each other, are nearly perfect countermeasures, maximizing the power of the Sound-Lightning Firebird.
As a result, Jinghai had to immediately activate his Eternal Undying Dragon Subduing Golden Body and supplement it with the Six Paths Vajra Mantra for protection. Otherwise, he wouldn't even get a chance to breathe, let alone counterattack.
But at the gambling table, the first person to reveal their strongest card often has a very difficult time winning.
Jiang Wang took the first step, and afterwards, he always took the lead.
After the Five Senses Hell comes the Burning Flower City, which directly explodes into the Fire Realm. Within the Fire Realm, there falls another Burning Flower City.
Immediately following the pinnacle sword, he transformed it into a person-shaped sword.
Magic, pupil technique, secret arts, Taoist arts, supernatural powers, swordsmanship... All things come from the heart, all methods are mastered with ease!
Actually, the entire battle was turned into a one-sided performance by fully integrating knowledge and thoughts, which should have been a brilliant confrontation.
At Long Dragon Terrace, before the Abbot of Long Dragon Monastery, Master Ku Bingshi who was suffering from a serious illness, and Master Kua Jue, as well as all the monks below, he performed his dazzling and flowing attack, powerfully breaking through the myth of immortality of the indestructible Long Dragon Golden Body practiced by another monk at the same level!
Why would he give out the location of Qing Hai's protective barrier
He directly charged at the strongest golden body of the purest sea, with its strongest defense, and directly broke through the golden body.
From the very beginning, the first master at the Sky-Suspended Temple, Jinghai, immediately displayed an inextinguishable Dragon Subduing Golden Body and a Six Realms Vajra Mantra.
The intention was to seize a moment's respite, free one's hands to counterattack. But in that fleeting instant, it proved impossible to gain even a single breath of room.
Giving it my all, I can only cast a Lei Yin bolt and reinforce it with a Six Paths Vajra mantra...
And these, coupled with the power of his path he released, were nothing more than him desperately trying to survive under Jiang Wang's overwhelming attack.
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His undying Dragon Subduing Golden Body had always been the battlefield of their confrontation. He only had to endure constantly, until that string became tighter and tighter, even reaching its limit.
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The head of the Shaolin Temple was gravely ill, his eyes full of complex emotions.
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The beginning of the entire battle was unexpectedly caused by his unintentional release of a thunderous sound.
That is to say, his direct disciples were beaten from head to toe and couldn't even lift their arms. He also contributed to this... This made his mood very complicated.
Jing Hai's paper strength would definitely not be weaker than Jiang Wang, and even because of his mastery of Dao power, he should be at an advantageous position.
But both sides had fundamentally different understandings of what fighting entailed.
Even in the state of illness, one should not deceive oneself. Judging from their performance in this battle, even without that peal of thunder, the outcome would likely have remained unchanged. At most, it would have allowed Jing Hai to show off a few more tricks...
But he couldn't help but think, even if he showed a few more hands, it would be good.
> So that some old thing won't be so smug!
Beside the sickbed, the old monk with bitter taste smiled, his wrinkled face looked like a blooming camellia.
None of them paid any attention to Jing Hai.
Qing Hai's current situation requires waiting for the Indestructible Dragon Subduing Golden Body to self-repair.
Of course he hadn't died, nor had he suffered any irreparable injuries.
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After defeating his Immortal Dragon Subduing Gold, Jiang Wang immediately sheathed his sword.
At this moment, although bleeding from the seven orifices appears terrifying, it's merely a coma. Of course, several months of recuperation are unavoidable.
Jiang Wang stood on the platform. As soon as he turned around, he was met with the burning gaze of Jingli Monk.
I couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at me for"
Jìnglǐ Master looked up, with a look of admiration: "Junior brother, you are so amazing!"
A cultivator at the level of a god's presence showing worship to a cultivator at the level of an outer building, it all sounds like satire.
But here, in *jingli*, it must come from the heart and be genuine.
Of course, he's strong. He has the indestructible Dragon Subduing Golden Body of Jinghai, and he can put on a sack and start beating people anytime, anywhere. No matter how much someone looks down on his master, they can't deny his talent. What about Liuli Buddha Son or Little Holy Monk... But his junior apprentice is truly amazing!
Jiang Wang smiled, shifted his gaze, and looked at the yellow-faced old monk.
He has seen this old monk many times.
Every time I see him, he looks windswept and travel-worn, without a trace of the elegance of a man of the world.
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He was scolded by this old monk, beaten by this old monk, and also saved by this old monk with his life.
He naturally had complex and indescribable feelings in his heart.
When he was in Dongwang Valley before, Chongxuan sent another letter. This sword-seeking journey had already been completed, and he didn't plan to go any further.
The reason why the last battle before the unification was chosen to be held at Xuankong Temple.
It's just because——
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Beyond the borders of Qi, he engaged in his final battle to prove his mastery of all cultivation practices within those outer realms.
He... hopes to let bitterness bear witness.
Ku Jue was originally smiling like an old mountain tea blossom, smiling with self-satisfaction and pride.
No matter how cold, resistant, or dismissive Jiang Wang was, he could still brazenly declare, “This is my beloved disciple!” “This is the peerless genius I trained myself!”
He can announce his departure from the mountain gate to the world with one foot, and then run back with the other.
He could announce to everyone that he was the next Abbot of Xukong Temple, even though he didn't have a single duty related to Xukong Temple.
He has nothing to be ashamed of.
He never knew what face skin was.
But at this moment, facing Jiang Wang's such gaze.
He suddenly became a little shy.
"What are you looking at me for" he said with a wicked grin.
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Jiang Wang gazed quietly at the old monk for a while.
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Then, on the stage, he bowed deeply to him.
Thank you.
He said, "No matter what brought you to me first, or why you opened your heart to me so fully."
“For your repeated acts of saving my life, Jiang Wangming is deeply grateful.”
“Though bearing ten thousand jun, I cannot enter the empty gate. This body is always alone and cannot perform the ritual of discipleship. But in my heart, there already exists the bond of a master-disciple relationship.”
"Jiang Wang's parents have passed away, and there are no elders left. Though we often play together, I hold you dear as a close relative."
“My journey east ends here. My cultivation, my resolve, I present them to you in this battle! Please witness it!”
The old monk's wrinkled face contorted, now spreading into a smile, now furrowing in anguish, it was impossible to tell if he was laughing or crying.
"Damn it all." He finally spoke. "You damn tortoise dog, you make a broken winter melon sound touching."
Saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and rummaged through his clothes, pulling out a yellowed, tattered book: “You speak so sincerely, Buddha can’t just leave you empty-handed.”
Jiang Wang suddenly sobered up, disregarding the past emotions: "Ah, no need, no need, this—"
Isn't this proof of the master-disciple relationship!
But the bitter taste was already right up against him, not caring at all what he said in his mouth, just shoved that tattered book into his arms and kicked him up with one foot!
By the time Jiang Wang reacted, he was already outside the gate of Xuankong Temple.
Just like a dream!
At that time, the disciples below were like ants. One could vaguely hear the sound of the temple bells. A few clouds drifted across the sky, their shapes constantly changing and appearing strange.
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The Ruyi Fairy Robe lightly shook, dispersing the shoe imprint on her backside. Jiang Wang pulled out a yellowed and worn book from her bosom, speechless for a moment.
He shoved the yellowed, tattered book back with a grunt and strode away on cloud-like feet.
In a moment, he had left Xuankong Temple and was on his way to Qi.
In the gust of wind and cloud, a figure in blue robes with a sword suddenly stopped.
Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, his expression shifting for a moment before he finally forced that worn-out book of bitter experience out of his bosom. Opening it, he saw a line of words on the title page, profound and enigmatic, which read:
Omniscient one, who dwells in the ear.
This is the supreme secret method of the Xuankong Temple's Guanshiyin Hall! It is the top-tier practice method for cultivating one's ear wisdom in the world.
These four characters.
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Therefore, this life's cultivation is nothing but observing the One who is free.
That is to say, this is a pair of "All-Knowing" ears.
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And the methods recorded above, they are divinely bestowed from outside the building, reaching even the level of true realization! They directly lead present-day genuine practitioners to the ears and insights for cultivating the Dharma, their value is immeasurable.
Jiang Wang looked at these four characters for a long time, only feeling heavy.
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This yellowed old book in my hand feels somehow different.
Jiang Wang flipped through the book again, and in this unassuming, worn-out volume, he found several pieces of paper that seemed to have been torn from somewhere.
They were quite haphazardly tucked between the pages, probably shoved in hastily, like a Buddhist monk's robes, all disordered and rumpled.
It's very messy.
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Jiang Wang picked up the paper and glanced at it. He found that it recorded a technique of killing by sound.
Named the Vajra Thunderbolt of Subduing Outer Demons.
It is the art of killing with sound, a method for subjugating external demons.
There is no doubt that it is the secret technique passed down in Ryūkyū-in Temple, and it is even very likely to be the basis of Raiyū which the headmaster of Ryūkyū-in Temple cultivated while suffering from a chronic illness.
And such two secret methods were tailor-made for Jiang Wang's current state, perfectly matching his situation. Once successfully practiced, in the Ear-Hearing Dao, he could immediately catch up to Yi Tang from the Renxin Hall, reaching the ultimate limit of this realm.
Master Kujue really put his heart into this.
But once he had learned these two secret arts, his status as a master and disciple with Ku-jue was already fixed.
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Although bitter experience had helped him greatly, he had never formally learned a single move or style in the bitter experience. Therefore, he could still maintain himself, being able to be kind when it was appropriate and doing his duty when necessary. He could confidently say, "I will not enter the empty monastery."
He came to the Hanging Temple on this trip, and under the witness of hardship, completed the last battle of his sword-testing journey. It was a way to account for all the experiences he shared with hardship.
Clearly express that you treat them as close friends, with the bond of a teacher-student relationship in mind. But stick to your own path, relying on no one else and not entering empty monasteries.
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The bitter response was to give him these two secret methods as a last resort.
At this moment, Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, as if he could see Ku Jue's yellow and wrinkled old face smiling at him—
My heart has learned the value of camaraderie. Treating each other as close friends, I agree.
...not entering the empty gate...hehe, I'll try again.
Good apprentice, you will eventually come to know that worldly affairs are all in vain.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then took out a qi knife coin and threw it into the air.
He decided to leave everything to fate.
If it lands face up, practice. If it lands face down, don't practice.
But when the coin was halfway down.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
"Forget it. Why should I be coy When have I ever been someone who waits for fate to decide"
Leaving no trace in the sky, leaving footprints on the ground, traveling alone with this body, seeking my own heart's desire without questioning heaven's will.
Why deceive yourself about this heart of yours
So he simply opened the book in the clouds, continuing to fly while studying this "Guānzuì'ěr".
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At this point, he had integrated all his past learnings and possessed sufficient energy to delve into new techniques, ensuring that time was not wasted.
In the Dragon Inn.
The giant Buddha stood majestically, his countenance forever enshrined within the ancient mists of time.
Everything on the Dragon Subduing Terrace was in the giant Buddha's palm, as if he held the fate of the world.
The Buddha's wisdom is immeasurable. The Buddha's majesty permeates throughout history.
All beings who cultivate Buddhism in this world, throughout their entire lives, are nothing more than striving to approach greatness.
And those who can achieve greatness, looking back across the long river of time, are few and far between.
The World-Honored One was born at the end of the ancient times, during the era when the second-generation human emperor Yu Xiong built the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.
At that time, the Taoist school was still the mainstream practice, while Confucianism and Law had already risen.
He witnessed the terrifying destruction of the demon tide and experienced the end of the ancient era.
After the great calamity, many ordinary people had nowhere to turn for solace. He, with boundless compassion, walked barefoot and saved all beings.
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At its peak, the following reached three thousand; at its lowest, there was only one.
People keep following Him, and people keep leaving Him.
Having seen out the tail end of the ancient times and achieved greatness in the medieval period. During the third generation, Emperor Li Shan waged war against the Dragon Emperor in the East China Sea, displaying his brilliance.
And then the teachings were passed down, all the way to the present day.
The mind of the Buddha, the intention of the Buddha, is unknowable by the Buddha.
Standing in the middle of the Buddha's Palm Square, he glared at Ku Jue with a menacing, sickly expression: "What did you give him"
"My disciples, whatever Lao Tzu gives, he gives. What do you have to say about it!"
He spat with fury, his face flushed with righteous indignation. He seemed to truly believe the method he imparted to Jiang Wang was his own invention, not something stolen from Guan Shi Yuan. It wasn't as if it had just been pilfered from Longjiang Temple either...
The illness truly scared him. He snorted and then carried the unconscious Qing Hai away.
Below, a wave of bald heads jostled, reflecting sunlight like ripples. The monks dispersed one after another.
Even bitterness wouldn't heed him, he strode out with his eight-character steps, swaggering.
Laozi's disciples are stronger than all of your disciples.
Jing Li followed closely behind, one hand pressing down on the straw hat atop his head.
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“Master, Master, my junior brother is so impressive!”
You've already said it once!
“Master, I’m saying, you teach really well, truly worthy of being the Abbot of our Xiangkong Temple!”
"Come. Let's hear it!"
Two bald men, walked up and down the Dragon Gate laughing and joking.
Besides them, hardly anyone else would believe in the knowledge, experience, and wisdom of bitterness.
But Mount Sānbǎo is their home.
Monks.
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In the empty gate, people seek "home."displayed by Touching Pity is even more astonishing.Even with Lin Xian's immense true strength, he couldn't turn the tide of battle. This shows just how powerful the enemy truly is.No wonder he dared...