Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 99

The back mountain of Wanfu Temple.

In front of the dilapidated ancient temple, a rickety old man was wearing a brown monk's robe and holding a rosary, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He kept chanting scriptures in his mouth, and his deep voice drifted into the distance with the cold wind.

The young novice next to him stood behind the old man with a pale face, his thin body trembling slightly.

The screams and screams in the Qianshan temple were endless, and the chill atmosphere made people feel a bone-chilling chill even if it was several miles away.

"Hey~~"

A sigh sounded, and the old heavenly master came to the dead wood master.

"Why are you coming?"

Master Deadwood stopped chanting and said softly.

"Why don't you go?" The old celestial master looked at the dead wood master with a complicated expression.

"I can't leave!" Master Kumu looked at the palaces and pavilions in front of the mountain.

The golden roof shone brightly in the bright sunlight.

That is Wanfu Temple, and it is not Wanfu Temple.

Thousands of years ago, Wanfu Temple was just a small temple with three or five monks. A hundred years ago, the sound of Sanskrit in Wanfu Temple was faint, and the sound of bells and chimes fluttered.But now Wanfu Temple has become gorgeous and solemn, but it only lacks a bit of Buddha nature.

He always felt that Wanfu Temple had changed, that it was no longer what it used to be.

But regardless of whether it was Wanfu Temple or not, it was his destination.

"Get out of here, it's all over!" the old Tianshi said in a low voice.

"Even if this old man is here, it's all over!" Master Witherwood turned his head to look at Old Tianshi, a kind smile appeared on his old face.

"Why bother?"

The old heavenly master's expression became more complicated.

"With obsession in the heart, long-lasting love in the world." Master Deadwood said.

"I thought you could see through it!" said the old heavenly master.

"After all, I am still a human being, not a Buddha!" ​​Master Deadwood said.

He looked at the old master seriously, "You shouldn't have come."

The old heavenly master smiled bitterly, "Hey, I have to come!"

"That's right!" Master Deadwood nodded, as if he understood why the old Heavenly Master had to come.

"Now that you're here, let's get started!"

"We haven't fought each other for 30 years, hehe, I won't give in!"

The old master took a deep breath, "Please!"

The cold wind is bleak, and everything is withered, just like the hearts of the two of them at this moment.

……

In front of Wanfu Temple.

Qin Wei stood there, his eyes slightly closed.

Shouts and screams filled my ears.

After coming to this world, killing seemed to be with him all the time.

From Kyoto to the present Wanfu Temple, although he had never killed anyone, thousands of people died in front of him.

He seemed to have gotten used to this kind of screaming and bloodshed. Facing all of this, his quiet heart remained unwavering.

"Hey~ people will always change, and this king will too!"

Qin Wei opened his eyes, looked at the blood-stained bluestone ground and the corpses lying on the ground, and whispered softly.

"Your Highness!"

At this time, Wang An came to Qin Wei.

"what's up?"

"The identity of that innate warrior has been found!" Wang An's voice was a little low.

Qin Wei looked at him and asked, "From Kyoto?"

Wang An was taken aback, "Your Highness already knows!"

"It's just a guess." Qin Wei said calmly, "Is it the two palaces, or the East Palace?"

"East Palace!" Wang An lowered his head.

East Palace!

Qin Wei couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart.

Compared with the East Palace, he hoped that it would be the two palaces.

Because he can have no scruples about the two palaces, but he has to be scruples about the East Palace.

The prince is going to die!
At this time, he absolutely cannot touch the East Palace.

Not only now, even after the prince's death, he will not be able to touch the East Palace for a short time.

Death is the greatest thing!

After the death of the crown prince, the East Palace was lonely. If he moved the East Palace, it would seem a little unreasonable.

Of course, what he cares about is not human feelings, but Lihuang's attitude.

"Why did you tell this king?" Qin Wei asked.

Wang An trembled all over, "This old servant dare not lie to His Highness!"

"Actually, you don't have to say anything, can you?"

"The old slave just wants to serve His Highness!" Wang An still lowered his head.

In fact, he should report this matter to the imperial city first, and then the imperial city will decide whether to tell Qin Wei.

But now he reported to Qin Wei first.

"Thank you, Eunuch Wang!" The corners of Qin Wei's mouth curled up slightly.

"The old slave is not working hard!"

"Teach Xiao Shunzi more in the future!" Qin Wei said again.

Xiao Shunzi next to him was slightly stunned, and looked at Qin Wei suspiciously.

Wang An's expression moved slightly, and a gleam of brilliance bloomed in his eyes, "This old slave understands, this old slave will definitely teach this kid well."

Xiao Shunzi looked at Wang An anxiously.

Why do you want to teach me?

Qin Wei nodded slightly, and looked into Wanfu Temple again.

Wang An grinned at Xiao Shunzi, then straightened his expression, and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to report this matter to the Imperial City?"

"You didn't report it?" Qin Wei was slightly surprised.

"This old slave is doing things for His Highness, so naturally he has to obey His Highness's instructions." Wang An said.

Qin Wei was thoughtful, "You don't need to report it, and you won't make Grandpa Huang angry."

Dong Gong wanted to assassinate him, even if this kind of thing was reported to Li Huang, Li Huang probably wouldn't go into it, at most it would just reprimand or slightly punish him.

Such punishment is meaningless, it is better not to report.

"Little Shunzi!" Qin Wei called out.

"Here!" Xiao Shunzi quickly responded.

"From now on, Eunuch Wang will be your godfather!" Qin Wei ordered.

"Ah!" Xiao Shunzi was stunned.

"Can't you?" Qin Wei looked at him.

"Okay, what Your Highness says is what it is!" Xiao Shunzi bowed his head and said.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your sympathy!" Wang An grinned at Xiao Shunzi again, and bowed in homage.

Wang An reported the matter of the East Palace to Qin Wei first, which represented his loyalty to Qin Wei.

And letting Xiao Shunzi be Wang An's godson is Qin Wei's recognition of Wang An.

One generation of emperors and one generation of ministers, as long as Qin Wei is still there, there is no need to say more about Xiao Shunzi's status.

With this relationship of godfather and godson, no matter what happens to Wang An in the future, Xiao Shunzi will miss this love.

……

The wind is cold and the mountains are withered.
As long as people are alive, there will be many unavoidable difficulties, either because of themselves or because of others.

Whether it is a congenital warrior, a monk or a Taoist, they are nothing but a boat in this world.

When the general trend is rolling like a tide, everyone must go with the tide.

After all, the old heavenly master and the dead wood master still couldn't escape.

They can't change the general trend, they can only let the general trend drive them.

The two have been old friends for decades, but at this moment they are facing each other with swords.

Those eyes full of vicissitudes were full of complicated emotions.

The two crooked bodies collided one after another, and the dull sounds swept the surroundings with heavy power.

"Hahaha~~ Old man, you are getting worse with age!"

Master Deadwood laughed.

I saw that his whole body was bathed in the golden light, and his two shriveled palms were constantly bombarding like heavy sledgehammers.

Every bombardment made the old master take a step back.

"The old man just doesn't want you to lose too badly."

The old master's eyes are bright.

Ling Xu walked in the air, his thin palms slapped in the void, and there were bursts of thunder.

Master Deadwood smiled when he saw this.

The golden awn on the palm is even better.

The golden energy collided with the blue thunder, and a violent wind burst out and swept away towards the surroundings.

"Don't hold back, I'm getting old, but I can't hold on for too long!"

Master Deadwood said.

The old master's eyes moved slightly, he looked at him solemnly, and said, "That's the last move."

"it is good!"

The thunder suddenly sounded, and the sound of thunder rolled.

The bright thunder light wrapped around the old Tianshi's arm and spread towards his whole body.

An invisible and violent power enveloped the world.

The surrounding withered vegetation was shaken into powder at this moment.

Vajra glass!

Buddhist authentic stunt.

It is based on the Vajra Fist and Liulishen exercises.

One punch shook the world.

With a stooped body, an old face, and a fist bathed in a golden glow, he strikes out with incomparably majestic power.

This punch contained Deadwood's hundreds of years of cultivation and understanding.

Strong and fierce!

There was a burst of thunder, and the old Tianshi waved his palm with all his might.

The two are old friends. Although they haven't competed for decades, he knows very well that in terms of strength alone, he is a little worse than Deadwood.

Seeing that the fist and palm were about to collide.

suddenly.

The old master found that Deadwood's punch seemed to be three points weaker, and the direction was also deviated.

It was only a deviation of three or two points, but it missed his palm perfectly.

The pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly, and he wanted to withdraw his palm.

But it's too late!

boom!
That palm was printed on Dead Wood's chest.

He had recovered five points of his strength, but the dead wood scattered all the glazed bodies.

boom! !

The fist brushed past the old Tianshi's ear, and bombarded the dilapidated temple gate, causing the temple gate and the earthen wall to collapse.

Smoke is everywhere.

A streak of dark red blood flew.

"Ahem!! No, no, I'm old!" Deadwood coughed up blood.

The old master looked at him blankly.

"why?"

He never thought of killing Dead Tree, he just wanted to prevent Dead Tree from going to Wanfu Temple.

"You can't escape if you don't die!"

Withered Wood said with a vicissitudes of life smile.

His hunchbacked body was trembling, he staggered and failed to stand firmly, and fell limply towards the ground.

The old celestial master quickly reached out to support him.

"I~~"

"One day sooner or later!"

Master Deadwood looked in the direction of Wanfu Temple, slightly absent-minded.

The killing there was still going on, he could no longer hear those screams, but only saw the bright golden roof.

The roof is very bright, very bright, just like the Buddha's light on the Buddha's body.

He knew that the old heavenly master didn't want to kill him, but he still wanted to die under the old heavenly master's hands.

Since he was going to die, why wasn't he under the hands of the old heavenly master?

It is more comfortable to die under the hands of an old heavenly master than to die of old age, sickness, or being killed by some inexplicable people.

"It's okay, you didn't kill me, this is the relief I want!"

The dead wood seems to be comforting the old heavenly master.

The old celestial master let out a long breath trembling.

Killing, he doesn't care.

In the rivers and lakes, whose hands are not covered with blood.

But seeing his old friend die at his hands, he couldn't accept it for a while.

"The sea of ​​bitterness knows no bounds!"

"Bitter Sea~"

Deadwood pointed to the dilapidated temple.

He closed his eyes.

The cold wind disappeared, the mountains disappeared, and the old man sitting in front of the Buddha also disappeared.

The world seemed to be getting colder.

The old heavenly master looked at the little monk hiding behind the door in the temple.

The Dharma name of the little novice is the sea of ​​bitterness.

The ignorant eyes are full of fear and anxiety.

The old celestial master raised his head and looked around, the sky and the earth were leisurely, and he suddenly felt an indescribable coldness.

He lifted the dead wood's body.

The body is cold.

His heart is colder.

"sea of ​​bitterness!"

"Let's go with the old man!"

The little novice came out of the ruined temple and looked at him, "Master said we can't blame you."

Dead wood has long had the will to die.

"Then will you resent it?" asked the old heavenly master.

Ku Hai trembled, clasped his hands together, and recited: "Amitabha, I have no complaints."

The old master looked down at him.

"Forget it, don't be a monk in the future, go back to Tianshi Mansion with the old man."

Kuhai bowed his head and remained silent, following behind the old Tianshi step by step.

The old heavenly master supported the corpse of the dead tree, and the bitter sea pulled the clothes of the dead tree.

The three of them walked on the cold mountain road.

(End of this chapter)