Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 96 Let's go together!
Another year passed.

Dugu Qiubai came to say goodbye.

According to the agreement of the year, he served as a handyman in Duanfu for ten years.

It is now 11 years.

Over the years, Duan Yu has mentored him several times.

Dugu Qiubai's martial arts skills soared.

He often said to his friends: "The Southern Emperor is my master!"

Before leaving, Dugu Qiubai made a request.

In recent years, the divine eagle has found a partner from nowhere.

A few more little vultures were born.

Dugu Qiubai wants one.

"I only want the ugliest one, please be kind to Nan Di!"

Duan Yu nodded and agreed.

Another pill was given to help the little eagle awaken its spirit.

"Senior Southern Emperor, junior farewell!"

Dugu Qiubai looks reluctant to part, and turns away with Xiao Diao.

Looking back at the Dali Imperial Palace, he strode away, ten feet in one step, like the legendary technique of shrinking the ground to an inch.

The figure quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Over the years, many martial arts sects have emerged in the world.

Influenced by the sword immortal Duan Yu, some sects even have the word "immortal" in their names.

What the Eight Immortals Sect, the Immortals sect, under the guise of cultivating immortals, recruited disciples in the Jianghu.

Some people also followed suit, calling themselves "Tiankui Xing", "Tiangang Xing" and so on.

They nicknamed themselves after 36 Tiangang and 72 Disha. They gathered a total of [-] and occupied the mountain as king.

There is also Manichaeism, which was introduced from Persia, also known as "Mingjiao", and it has a wide range of believers in the Song Dynasty.

They blatantly confronted the Song court.

Zhao Ji, the new emperor of the Song Dynasty, only believed in Taoism, so he ordered the 76-year-old Huang Shang to lead his troops to encircle and suppress Mingjiao.

Unexpectedly, among the disciples of the Ming Cult, there are indeed quite a few martial arts masters.

The believers fought with all their might, unlike the imperial officers and soldiers who were so greedy for life and afraid of death.

After several battles, a group of officers and soldiers were defeated one after another.

Huang Chang was not angry, so he personally challenged the masters of Mingjiao, and killed several Dharma Kings and Envoys of Light in one go.

The battlefield is chaotic, and there are great chaos in the rivers and lakes. Among them, there are many decent disciples from famous schools participating in the battle.

Huang Shang had never set foot in the martial arts world, so he didn't know this group of people. He accidentally killed several disciples of famous sects in a random killing spree.

So those sects jumped out all at once, and invited many masters from other sects to seek revenge on Huang Chang.

The martial arts of the Nine Yin Scriptures were so weird that no one had ever seen the other party before, and several of them were beaten to death by Huang Chang on the spot.

Enmity grows bigger and bigger.

These martial arts warriors lost their morale and formed a team to kill all Huang Shang's parents, wife and children.

For a time, Huang Shang became a public enemy in the martial arts world.

He was outnumbered and didn't know where to hide.

Regarding what happened to Huang Chang, Duan Yu had no time to ask.

At this time, he was busy with Dali state affairs.

At that time, Tubo was about to use troops against Dali, and Duan Yu had already set off for Tubo.

On the edge of Tibet, there are endless mountains.

A stream of light shuttled through the mountains at an extremely fast speed.

"what!"

Duan Yu's figure appeared in the air.

He looked down and saw a familiar figure in the endless mountains.

There is an eye-catching scene on a mountain three miles away.

There is an old monk dancing on the mountainside.

Not corresponding is dancing like crazy.

"Jumozhi?" Duan Yu floated and fell into the mountainside.

The old monk in front of him is none other than Maharaja Jiumozhi.

I haven't seen him for 20 years, but his appearance has changed drastically. Now he looks crazy, waving his arms and dancing, and growling from time to time.

"boom!"

Jiumozhi punched out, and the rocks suddenly shattered.

Compared to before, his martial arts seems to have improved a lot.

"National teacher, I haven't seen you for many years, how did you fall to this point?"

Duan Yu reached out and patted him on the shoulder, smiling.

Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi roared angrily and raised his fist to strike.

Before the fists touched each other, there was a slight crackling sound.

Duan Yu was startled when he felt the heavy punch force.

Xiaozhi's fist has at least a thousand catties of strength, just like the strength of a dragon and an elephant, no flesh and blood can resist it.

If an ordinary martial arts master were hit by this punch, he would die suddenly on the spot.

"National Master, you have gone crazy!"

Duan Yuqing yelled, restrained Jiumozhi with Zhemei hands from Tianshan Mountain, and tapped several big acupuncture points to make him completely quiet.

As if it was a forced blow, Jiumozhi trembled all over and gradually woke up.

"Emperor Duan? You saved the little monk?"

His eyes were full of doubts, but more grateful.

Duan Yu nodded: "I see that you have the power of a dragon and an elephant in your attacks. Are you practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, a secret skill of Tantric Buddhism?"

"The little monk is practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu."

Since meeting many big names in the Central Plains martial arts at the Shaoshi Mountain Martial Arts Conference, Jiumozhi's yearning for the pinnacle of martial arts has been inspired.

After he returned to Tubo, he has been practicing Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu in Tibet for many years.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu" is divided into thirteen layers, the first layer can be practiced in one or two years.

The second layer is twice as deep as the first layer, and it will take three to four years.

The third layer is twice as deep as the second layer, and it will take seven or eight years.

Such multiplication increases, the more difficult it is to progress, and the more powerful it is at the same time.

In Tantric Buddhism, there was once a high-ranking monk who wanted to reach the eighth level before the end of his life. Unfortunately, he made no progress, and instead fell into a serious danger of haste rather than speed.

Jiumozhi has practiced hard for more than ten years, and he has practiced Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the ninth level, creating a precedent.

But he didn't stop, and chose to continue to forge ahead bravely.

When he reached the tenth level, Jiumozhi's inner demon suddenly arose and he couldn't control himself. He danced wildly here for three days and three nights.

"If it wasn't for the help of Emperor Duan, in a few days, the little monk will definitely die from the end of his veins."

Jiumozhi combined the tithes and returned to his former appearance as an enlightened monk.

Duan Yu said with emotion: "With your ingenuity, if you are only proficient in one martial art, it is not difficult to practice Dragon Elephant Prajna to the tenth level, but what a pity you are a martial idiot."

Jiumozhi originally practiced esoteric martial arts, but he practiced the Taoist little non-phase kung fu in the Central Plains, and also practiced many Shaolin unique skills.

If he is the main character, he can practice both Buddhism and Taoism properly, but he will be arrogant.

It's a pity that he is a supporting role and is destined to be a tragedy.

"This little monk has overestimated his capabilities." Jiumozhi said with emotion.

Back then in the Valley of the Deaf and the Mute, Emperor Duan reminded himself that it is not good to be knowledgeable but not proficient.

Only now did he fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

Jiumozhi remained silent for a while, then sighed secretly.

Although I am in Buddhism, I am still more competitive than ordinary people. The results of today's results were actually planted 30 years ago.

None of them are immune to the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, yet they consider themselves to be eminent monks.

He was originally a man of great wisdom and great wisdom, and his Buddhist practice was also very wise.

It is only because of practicing martial arts that the desire for victory has grown stronger, and the desire to become Buddha has faded, and this is what happened today.

Looking back on what he has done over the past few decades, Jiumozhi felt sweat dripping from his forehead, feeling ashamed and sad at the same time.

"The national teacher has finally realized the epiphany." Duan Yu said with a smile: "Why don't you help the national teacher to abolish all martial arts and focus on studying Buddhism?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, smiled lightly and said, "Master Duan, please let me go."

Seeing that he was calm and not at all worried about losing all his martial arts, Duan Yu knew that he had already fully realized, and he did not absorb his martial arts after all.If Jiumozhi devotes himself to Buddhism in the future, he will use Buddhism to suppress martial arts, and his cultivation will only get higher and higher.

If you continue to practice martial arts blindly, you will only go mad and seek your own death.

"Benefactor Duan came to Tibet this time, what is the reason?" Unknowingly, Jiumozhi had already changed his address.

Duan Yu explained the purpose of coming, intending to let Tubo withdraw its troops.

Jiumozhi said that even though he is Tubo's national teacher, he can't persuade the Tubo king, after all, it is state affairs.

"If you can't persuade the Tubo king to retreat, then Duan can only kill him!"

During the words, Duan Yu's body was full of murderous intentions.

He originally planned to pay homage first and then attack. At worst, he would behead the leader of the Tubo Kingdom and destroy the entire elite of the country.

"Good!"

Jiumozhi clasped his palms together, and said in a warm voice: "Master Duan doesn't have to do this, this little monk has a way."

There is a Living Buddha on the Snowy Mountain, known as "Master Suqiong". He is the master of King Jiumozhi, the Great Wheel Ming Dynasty. He is a god-like figure in Tubo.

Jiumozhi suggested that Duan Yu visit Daxue Mountain and have a direct dialogue with Master Suqiong.

As long as Guru Suqiong said a word, the Tubo king would not dare to disobey.

The two said goodbye. Jiumozhi did not return to Dalun Temple. He wanted to say goodbye to the past.

Before leaving, he told Duan Yu that besides him, the Great Wheel Ming King, there are several Ming Kings with good cultivation in Dalun Temple.

He, the Great Wheel Ming King, is only one of the Eight Great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism.

Daxue Mountain is located at an altitude of nearly 5000 meters.

In the eyes of local people, it is called the sacred mountain.

This is where the famous Tantric Dalun Temple is located.

The sun hangs high in the sky, turning Daxueshan into a dazzling silver mountain, as if driving away the darkness.

Dalun Temple, covered by ice and snow, is still freezing and the wind is as sharp as a knife.

At this time, dusk has fallen, and Dalun Temple is still full of people coming and going, and it is very popular.

After entering the temple gate, you will see a high platform.

In the middle of the high platform, there is an old monk sitting, wearing a wide red monk's robe, with his right arm exposed and a tall yellow hat.

He closed his eyes slightly, put one palm together, and placed the other hand on the top of someone's head.

There were palms pressed on the top of his head, but the man looked excited and knelt down in front of the old monk, motionless.

The people queuing up were in an orderly manner, with piety on their faces, they stepped onto the stage one by one to receive the blessings of the old monk.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk on the high platform slowly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and looked at Duan Yu: "Where is the holy benefactor, what is the purpose of coming to my Dalun Temple?"

Duan Yu said loudly: "The Lord of Dali, I'm here to pay a visit to Guru Suqiong!"

His voice was like a bronze bell ringing loudly, spreading throughout the Dalun Temple, like an echo in the empty valley, lingering endlessly.

"Lord of Dali?"

In just a few breaths, two more eminent monks appeared.

One has a tall figure and a face as round as the full moon.

The other has an oval face and a pointed chin.

The two people stood there like two gods and Buddhas, with a majestic and inviolable aura.

Duan Yu secretly sighed, there are indeed many masters in Dalun Temple.

Seeing that their internal strength is not weak at all, Jiumozhi is not weak.

Presumably they were some of the Eight Great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism.

"Are you the Nandi Sword Immortal?"

The old monk Danfeng's eyes on the high platform shot sharply, like two thunderbolts directly hitting Duan Yu.

"Why, Master has heard of Duan's name?" Duan Yu smiled.

"I've never heard of it!"

The old monk's eyes were bright and he stared at Duan Yu: "My junior brother Jiumozhi went to the Central Plains and was beaten to the point of losing his Buddhist heart. He ran away from Dalun Temple for many years and his life and death are still unknown!"

Duan Yu smiled: "Dare to ask Master, is the Peacock Daming King?"

The Peacock Ming King in Buddhism can eliminate inevitable disasters, protect and uphold the Dharma, and benefit all sentient beings.

The old monk was busy with blessings there, exuding a sharpness all over his body, he must be known as the Peacock Daming King.

The old monk's face was serious, and he said slowly: "Benefactor Duan has good eyesight, I admire you!"

The word "admiration" contains an astonishing internal power, like a big bell, it penetrates directly into Duan Yu's ears, trying to give him a blow.

Duan Yu smiled broadly, calmly, shook his head and said with a smile: "It is said that the eight great kings of Tantric Buddhism have profound Buddhist knowledge and unfathomable cultivation. It seems to Duan that they are just average!"

"Benefactor Duan is so arrogant! This old monk really wants to learn a thing or two!"

The old monk sneered, his eyes cold and cold, like the cold light on the blade of a knife.

Duan Yu shook his head secretly, who said that a person's temper will get better as he gets older.

Look at this old monk, but he is old and hot, even more angry than young people.

At this time, Dalun Temple has closed the temple and kicked out all the pilgrims.

They intend to deal with Duan Yu, the rumored Nandi Sword Immortal!
"Don't rush to do it yet, Duan has something important to see Master Suqiong, go ask your master to come out!" Duan Yu said with a smile.

"If you want to see Master and his old man, you have to beat us first, otherwise, get out of this temple obediently!"

The one who spoke was a burly monk in yellow, Nai Fudo Myoko.

Another oval face is King Ma Tou Ming.

They are all kind-hearted in front of outsiders.

When he met Duan Yu, he acted so arrogantly.

It doesn't look like the calmness of a monk at all. On the contrary, it is more angry than ordinary people.

Duan Yu frowned: "Duan is in a hurry, you three can come together!"

Unexpectedly, these three Ming kings were really rude, and they actually started to attack directly.

"call!"

Fudo Mingwang punched Duan Yu's chest suddenly and quickly, with a strong sound of wind.

Duan Yu stepped forward and waved a palm casually.

There was a muffled "bang", like a boulder falling from the sky, and the ground trembled.

Fudo Mingwang staggered back, and was supported by the horse head Mingwang behind him, before he stopped, his face pale as paper.

Immediately, his face turned red.

First, he suffered an internal injury.

Secondly, I feel embarrassed.

The dignified Fudo Ming Wang was knocked back like flying by someone's random slap, how could it be messed up if it spread?
Fortunately the believers didn't see it.
Fighting between a martial artist and a cultivator is like hitting an egg against a stone.

Looking at the big snow mountain behind the monastery, Duan Yu moved forward with his hands behind his back, intending to climb the mountain.

"Stop!"

King Peacock Ming and King Horsehead Ming shouted angrily and took action together.

Two tyrannical saber qi crossed and slashed, with an astonishing momentum.

They make exactly the flaming knife stunt!

Duan Yu didn't stop walking, it just got a little heavier.

"Keng!"

The two sword qi split out of thin air and dissipated instantly.

In the next second, the bodies of the two kings of Ming flew into the sky like kites.

After a few breaths, they fell to the ground like two stones.

Rao they tried their best to cheer up, but there was no response.

The expressions of the three Ming Kings changed, and when they looked at the Lord of Dali again, there was already a trace of fear in their eyes.

The rumors are true, this man is really a Taoist monk!

Duan Yu ignored them, his figure floated in the wind, as if he was stepping on the void and flying towards the top of the snow mountain.

The three Ming kings looked at each other.

"Brother, he has gone to find his master, what should he do?" Fudo Ming Wang's round, chubby face was full of worry.

King Peacock Ming shook his head and sighed: "This man is invincible, even if the Eight Great Ming Kings of my Tantric School come together, they are not his opponents."

"As long as Master is here, I should be fine."

King Ma Tou Ming also said: "Master is the reincarnation of the Living Buddha, born with early wisdom, great supernatural powers, never invincible, then the Southern Emperor is absolutely no match for Master!"

King Fudo looked at the top of the snow-capped mountains: "I hope so."

　This chapter has [-] words, and the state is not good. I will update another chapter in the daytime. There are about four or five chapters left for this volume to end.

　　
　
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