Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 97 Peak Fighting Skills! (Please subscribe!)

The top of Daxue Mountain.

A haggard old monk sat there quietly.

He was dressed in a gray monk robe, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like a pine tree.

Duan Yu stood in front of the old monk, didn't speak, just sat on the floor without saying a word.

Gusts of cold wind blew, and the monk's robes and clothes fluttered.

The two sat opposite each other.

An hour later, heavy snow fell on the Daxue Mountain.

The two of them were not stained with any snowflakes, and their clothes were as dry as ever.

The two remained motionless.

a long time.

"Master Duan's practice is profound, and this old monk has heard of his name for a long time." Master Suqiong said slowly.

His words are like beads, smooth and calm, soft and round, without any noise at all.

"Duan also admires the master's cultivation very much!" Duan Yu smiled.

"I don't know Benefactor Duan, why did you come here?"

Master Suqiong raised his head, but it was a childish face with white hair, smooth and plump skin, and a rosy face.

I can't see the previous sense of loneliness at all, like a young man full of energy.

Duan Yu smiled lightly and explained his intention.

Master Suqiong, one of the founders of the Nyingma School of Tibetan Buddhism, possesses great Buddhist supernatural powers and is admired by all Tibetans.

With his words, the leader of the Tubo Kingdom would carefully handle the relationship with Dali.

Of course, Duan Yu just came to say hello first.

If Suqiong can come forward, the two countries can certainly avoid a sword fight.

If you don't know what is good or bad, you refuse peace.

With Duan Yu's cultivation level, since he is already in Tubo, he will not return home empty-handed.

Two words: Kill through!
"The Lord of Tubo sent troops to Dali? Is there such a thing?" Master Suqiong's eyebrows twitched, but his expression remained motionless.

Duan Yu smiled slightly: "What do you think, Master?"

"Benefactor Duan is serious. Your country has outstanding people, and it is indeed a blessed land. The Tubo king is just a layman, so he cannot help but admire him in his heart."

Master Suqiong titheed with a gentle expression: "If I have disturbed the donor, please forgive me."

The corner of Duan Yu's mouth raised a hint of sarcasm, and he said lightly: "So the master regards the invasion of the territory as admiration?"

"Duan has admired the name of Guru Suqiong for a long time, and came here specially for a while today, but unexpectedly it is such a person, I am really disappointed."

Master Suqiong closed his eyes and said nothing, he was at a loss for Duan Yu's words.

This old guy has given you face, right?

Duan Yu shook his head: "I heard that Guru Suqiong's Dharma is profound and has great supernatural powers. Duan wants to experience the inheritance of Tantra in Tubo!"

Master Suqiong took a look at Duan Yu, and pronounced words like pearls: "Master Duan Shi is very aggressive, I admire him, I don't know how to teach Duan Shi?"

"You and I are both practitioners, so we must fight!"

"Okay, please help the benefactor."

Master Suqiong saluted kindly, but remained motionless.

He has always been curious about Zhongtu Daomen.

Now seeing that the sword fairy actually hurt his three major disciples, he was somewhat displeased.

Duan Yu took a deep breath: "Please!!"

The sound is like a bronze bell ringing loudly, spreading throughout the Daxue Mountain, like echoes in the empty valley, lingering endlessly.

"Amitabha..." Master Suqiong loudly proclaimed the Buddha's name, suppressing Duan Yu's voice.

Hearing the commotion, the three great kings of Ming Dynasty all went up the mountain to prevent the master from mishap.

"Master Duan, please enlighten me!"

Master Suqiong raised his eyes slowly, and suddenly the light in his eyes shone brightly, like two rounds of rising sun, piercing the night and brightening the surroundings.

Duan Yu was opposite him, feeling even stronger.

I just felt that everything in front of my eyes was white, dazzlingly white, as if I was about to melt into this extremely hot white light.

He sat quietly, motionless.

When I looked again, Master Suqiong's eyes were no longer dazzling, but extremely soft, with compassion and compassion inside.

It seems that the Buddha is looking down on the world from the sky, watching the world struggle in the sea of ​​suffering.

Duan Yu secretly shuddered, Master Suqiong really has something, he knows this kind of thaumaturgy!

It seems to be the Buddhist's celestial eye, the supernatural power to subdue demons and subdue demons, with infinite power.

If it was an ordinary master, if he was caught by his gaze, as if he was touched by the Buddha's teachings, his tendons and cartilage would be crisp, and he would fall limply, willing to let go.

A hundred meters away, the three Ming kings were watching intently, each clenched their fists and trembling slightly.

"After so many years, Master is finally willing to display his supernatural power!" Peacock King Ming excitedly said.

Looking at the Southern Emperor again, he was so frightened that he closed his eyes!

Suddenly, Duan Yu's eyes opened, and two real golden lights shot out.

"Edict!"

The sound was like a bronze bell, shaking the heavens and the earth, roaring on the Daxue Mountain for a long time.

The Peacock King Ming in the distance felt his heart tremble, his eyes went dark, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The strength in the body seemed to be drained, limp, unable to lift a trace of strength, and knelt softly on the snow.

Looking at the two junior brothers, the same is true.

The three breathed hard, propped up their hands, and made themselves sit cross-legged.

At this time, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the strong wind blew up. The snow on the ground was swept up by the strong wind, torn and stirred.

At the foot of the Snowy Mountains, an avalanche had already occurred, almost completely submerging the Dalun Temple.

The Buddha's light dissipated, Master Suqiong lost his mind for a moment, then regained his clarity, and nodded slowly: "Benefactor Duan is indeed a Taoist genius, I admire you!"

His thaumaturgy is infinitely powerful and impossible to guard against, but everything has advantages and disadvantages.

The disadvantage is that if you meet someone with stronger spiritual consciousness, this technique will inevitably backfire.

Heavy snow is flying all over the sky, and the north wind is blowing.

Master Suqiong slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the heavy snowfall that fell one after another seemed to have stopped.

The north wind also stopped whistling.

The world is silent.

Even the air also solidified, condensing into a piece of air mass at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Several inaudible voices sounded.Nine snowflakes gathered together to form a transparent lotus the size of a thumb.

This small transparent lotus moved slowly, and wherever it passed, the heavy snow gathered together and turned into a snow lotus.

Like a snowball, it gets bigger and bigger.

In a moment, the entire snow mountain, the snow turned into a huge lotus, suspended in the sky, which is shocking.

The monks in the Dalun Temple below started talking coquettishly. The vision in front of them made them very excited, and many people immediately bowed down and prayed for blessings.

Master Suqiong suddenly opened his eyes.

A grand snow lotus flower broke through the air and hit Duan Yu like a meteor.

Duan Yu looked at it lightly and remained motionless.

"Boom!" There was a thunderclap.

With a flash of lightning, the snow lotus in midair suddenly let out a crisp crackling sound!

The snow lotus split into two, and the ice and snow splashed all over the sky, turning into countless fine ice dust.

The lotus flowers disappeared and the remaining snow fell one after another.

The three kings of Ming Dynasty were horrified... What an overbearing thunder force! !

Duan Yu smiled faintly: "Buddhist methods have been completed, please try Duan's supernatural powers!"

After saying that, he slowly rose into the air, like a god suspended in mid-air.

"Rumble..."

There was a burst of thunder, and raindrops started to fall in the sky, thin and hazy, getting heavier and heavier.

Soon the snowy mountain was covered with overcast clouds, and a violent storm blew up.

Duan Yu's clothes were dry, the drizzle was blocked by an invisible cover, he looked at Master Suqiong indifferently.

There were several layers of bead curtains between the two of them.

Suddenly, the snow on the Daxue Mountain rushed to the sky as if swallowed by something.

It's raining, but the snow on the ground is flying upside down!

All the monks in Dalun Temple were confused and thought they were dazzled.

"Look, what is that?"

But seeing the rain and snow all over the sky, engulfing the snow on the Daxue Mountain, forming a huge sky tsunami in the sky.

As if to devour the whole world!
At this moment, it seems like the end is coming.

The ice and snow power of the Daxue Mountain is earth-shattering, like the wrath of heaven and earth.

In the face of such power and influence, Dalun Temple is like a flat boat, which is in danger of capsizing at any time.

Master Suqiong frowned slightly, and slowly stretched out his left hand, forming a water lotus flower.

The right palm came out again, forming another flower.

In the blink of an eye, nine water lotuses formed a string, swift as a meteor, and instantly hit the tsunami on that day.

"Boom!"

The water lotus collided with the tsunami, and suddenly exploded, splashing water everywhere.

The snow-white sky tsunami continued to sweep in, carrying a devastating ability.

Master Suqiong's complexion changed, and he sat cross-legged, his hands quickly forming a mudra.

Judging from its complex gestures, it should be the secret handprints in Buddhism.

Once this seal is tied, the vajra is indestructible and all demons cannot move. It is extremely powerful and is rarely used by Master Su Qiong.

At this moment, he had no distractions and entered a mysterious realm.

The whole body is integrated into one body, blending with the entire Daxue Mountain, forming a mess.

On the Daxue Mountain, there faintly appeared a virtual image of a big Buddha, towering as high as the sky, with hands in mudra, compassionate and solemn, and radiant, and the Buddha's light penetrated all realms in ten directions.

The monks in Dalun Temple looked up and when they saw this Buddha, they immediately knelt down and worshiped.

They are devout to the Dharma, their hearts are joyful and peaceful, their bodies are soft and beautiful, just like in a wonderful state of samadhi.

There were also some monks whose eyes were wet and couldn't help but shed tears.

There are inner demons in the Buddhist school, and the later, the deeper the cultivation base, the stronger the inner demons.

Under the light of Buddha, I can't help but feel ashamed of the evil things I did back then.

The sky tsunami swept across the Snowy Mountains and seemed to be resisted by a strong force.

Duan Yu frowned, he didn't expect this old Bangzi to have such magical powers.

He then smiled, stepped on the void, and stomped hard.

The sound was like thunder, the Buddha's light collapsed, and the monks woke up from the phantom.

The three Ming kings were the first to wake up, only then did they realize that Master Suqiong had fallen to the ground, spitting blood, his face was pale, and he couldn't get up.

"Master!"

The three rushed forward and shouted.

Master Su Qiong gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up shakily.

"Master Duan's Taoism is profound, and this old monk is not as good as him."

Master Suqiong clasped his palms together, his expression extremely ugly.

He originally thought that his cultivation was all-powerful, but unexpectedly, in front of this Southern Emperor Sword Immortal, he was like a child.

After closing the supernatural power, the sky receded, and Duan Yu fluttered to the ground: "Duan has just started on the road of cultivation."

Foundation-building Dzogchen, in the world of immortal cultivation, is indeed just its beginning.

But in this world, it is no different from a fairy-like figure.

"Master Duan is humble."

Master Suqiong's face was serious, and he bowed and said, "In my lifetime, Tubo will never invade an inch of Dali's territory."

"Then thank you, Master."

Duan Yu suddenly let out a loud laugh, resounding to stop Xingyun.

After all, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the clouds.

When it was confirmed that Duan Yu had really left, Master Su Qiong's body swayed, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Fengfeng Temple!"

When Master Suqiong was in a coma, he only left a few words.

In the first battle just now, his vitality has been severely injured, and he can no longer make a move for the rest of his life.

The faces of the three Ming kings were pale.

How could they have imagined that the tantric Living Buddha, who is so high and powerful, would be defeated so far!
So what kind of cultivation is Nandi?
　Jin Yong’s original work mentioned Jiumozhi’s master, the Nyingma Sect master, but he didn’t mention the specific name. I checked the Tibetan eminent monks in the Northern Song Dynasty in history.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)