All Heavens: Start by guarding the light at night

Chapter 149 Liansheng spreads the Dharma to Sang Sang

It's the same cold winter, but the intensity of the chill is different.

The grassland in winter is not endless green, but it is a vast expanse of white. If you look closely, there are countless naked grasses, showing a slight life struggling with the harsh winter, while silently waiting for the arrival of spring.

A few days ago, a sky fire destroyed all hope in the grassland.

The barbarians in Zuozhang Royal Court and the barbarians led by the eleven elders were all in chaos.

For the new Chan Yu's position, the war within the grassland started again, and blood poured on the grassland, dyeing the entire grassland blood red.

Whether they are barbarians or barbarians, they are all a group of unruly people. Without the constraints of their leaders, they let themselves go even more freely.

The tribes who were cultivating food hid the food and used it to bribe the army.Tribes without food had no choice but to seek refuge or rob food and grass in order to survive.

After heaven's punishment, war is inevitable. This is Haotian's will.

Contrary to the chaos of the grassland, the city of Chang'an in late winter is exceptionally peaceful.

In Alley 47, Lao Bizhai is still facing an ordinary night.

Ning Que's calligraphy was not as easy to sell as expected. After selling more than ten calligraphy works in the early stage, few people bought it because it was too expensive.

The people in Chang'an who really know how to calligraphy and painting don't have that much money, and the rich people don't know how to calligraphy and painting.

Although the calligraphy cannot be sold, Lao Bizhai is still the most popular shop in Lin 47 Lane.

Dark night, small courtyard.

Sangsang sat on the small bench, a ball of pure white light shining between her fingers. Her dark face was illuminated by the light, and her little eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she was missing someone.

Yes, she missed Ning Que.

Starting from Minshan, the two of them have always been one, even when they arrived in Weicheng. This was the first time they had been separated for so long.

Sang Sang was very sensible. She wanted to help Ning Que share some things, so she was extra attentive to her cultivation.

The magic of light does not seem to be as difficult as imagined.

There was a knock on the door.

Sangsang's eyelashes grew long and dense, setting off a pair of watery eyes, as if dyed with a layer of mist, which made people feel pity. The sound of knocking on the door made her eyebrows wrinkle slightly, and there was something bad in her heart. a feeling of.

who can that be?

Sang Sang has become a practitioner and has entered the realm of Dongxuan. Even through the door, she can use the practitioner's methods to sense people outside the door.

The power of thought moved with the wind, penetrated the door, and landed on the person outside.

This is a very old monk. He is wearing a bright red monk's robe. The old man's gray temples have turned gray with the weathering of time. His weather-beaten body has also been bent by the years. His peaceful face shows hardship. There was a hint of sadness in his deep eyes.

Sangsang stood up and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

A monk is not an ordinary monk. Even if Sangsang spoke in a low voice and through the door, he could still hear it very clearly.

He put his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute, and heard a voice in Sangsang's ears.

"My name is Liansheng, you can call me uncle."

"I won't be a daughter of light, so you'd better leave."

Liansheng frowned slightly, and the faint light in his eyes revealed confusion.

It’s hard to believe that there are people in this world who really don’t care about authority and status.

"I'm just here to preach to you, not to force you to become a daughter of light."

Sangsang hesitated for a long time. She really wanted to get more practice methods, and there was one thing she was curious about, so she asked.

"You look more like a monk."

"I am indeed a monk."

Liansheng is indeed a monk. He is the protector of Buddhism and practices the purest Buddhist techniques.

"Didn't you say you wanted to preach to me?"

"I was also the ruling priest of Xiling."

"You're not lying."

Sang Sang can see through people's hearts. He can guess whether a person is lying or not. If Liansheng has not lied, Liansheng would be really powerful. Buddhism and Taoism are two completely different beliefs. Liansheng How does a student do this, and how wonderful his life should be.

This reminded Sang Sang of Wei Pingan. The stories he told were always so vivid and charming. In the fictional world, it was about the battle between the righteous way and the evil way, or it was a story about the rise of the grassroots, or it was about a little girl being abandoned. The story of rise again.

Sangsang read many bizarre stories, but never thought that a person could be a Buddhist practitioner and a Taoist adjudicator at the same time.

How wonderful a person's life would be if he could merge two completely different beliefs together!
Liansheng was suddenly surprised. Sang Sang had never heard of his Liansheng 32 story, so how could she judge that he was not lying?
Sangsang is a little girl who looks very weak, but she is definitely not as simple as she seems on the surface.

As smart as a lotus, he could detect something strange about Sang Sang with just a simple conversation.

Wei Guangming's choice to make Sang Sang the daughter of light was not that simple, and it was definitely not because of how good Sang Sang's talent was.

"Squeak!"

The door of Lao Bizhai was opened, and it was Sang Sang who used his mind power to open it from the inside.

Liansheng stepped in, and he had a very strange feeling. Meeting Sang Sang today would definitely have a great impact on his life.

There are many words placed around, and the person who wrote these words is a young man named Ning Que.

Many of the words were written by this young man before he started practicing. These words did not contain the vitality of heaven and earth, but Liansheng could see a killing intention.

Liansheng knew that this was Ning Que's name. He was Master's new disciple, Mr. Shiba on the second floor of the academy.

Sangsang, the daughter of light, is Ning Que's little maid.

The maid of a disciple on the second floor of the academy is the future great priest of light.

This is a shameful thing. Logically speaking, the Taoist sect should take Sang Sang to Xiling for protection at all costs instead of staying in the Tang Kingdom, but such a thing did not happen.

The current Dao Sect gave Liansheng a very strange feeling.

Even though he knew that Liansheng was the high priest of the Demon Sect, he still dared to let him train the next high priest of Guangming.

In the small courtyard, Sang Sang's skin was much whiter than when she first came to Chang'an, but she still looked a little dark.

Liansheng doesn't look at people's appearance, he looks at the heart, and he can see through Sang Sang at a glance.

This little girl is a person with an extremely pure heart.

While Liansheng was observing Sang Sang, Sang Sang was also observing Liansheng. This old monk had a very dirty heart, but he was a good person.

A bad warning suddenly arose in Sangsang's heart, which seemed to be an instruction from God to stay away from this old man. She asked deep inside her heart why, but she received no response.

Sang Sang didn't know what was wrong with her, so she suppressed the restlessness in her heart, thinking that she must help Ning Que in the future. She looked at the old monk approaching step by step, and asked, "What can you teach me?"

Liansheng looked at Sangsang, and he felt light, a very strong light, which was even greater than the light that Wei Guangming brought to him when he was at the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

"Buddhist sect, Taoist sect, Demonic sect, whatever you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ke Haoran practices Haoran Qi and uses one method to simulate all methods, while Liansheng has learned all three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon. He is truly omnipotent. He has read all the classics and learned all the classics. He is in the entire world of practice. , there is almost no practice method that Liansheng does not know.

Sang Sang suddenly remembered the story Wei Ping'an told her. The protagonist in the story would always meet an old man when facing difficulties, who would teach her Taoism and make her stronger. According to such rules, now She is also the protagonist of a story.

Liansheng knows the techniques of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism. His life is wonderful, and he is also his own protagonist.

Sangsang asked Liansheng with doubts:

"Am I not the chosen daughter of light? Can I also learn the demon sect's techniques or the Buddhist sect's techniques?"

"Didn't you also say that you don't want to become a daughter of light?"

"I want the power to help the young master." What Sangsang wanted was simple. She felt that as long as she could help Ning Que, nothing mattered to her.

"It's not an easy task to help Mr. Eighteen in the academy."

In the world of practitioners, the academy is the most powerful and unknown place in the world, and the disciples of the academy are the most noble people in the world. If you want to help the disciples on the second floor of the academy, you must become a being with similar strength and status. "I want to try."

Sangsang's answer was just like Ning Que's. Ning Que once said these four words when facing insurmountable difficulties.

"If you want to help him, maybe you shouldn't refuse to become the Daughter of Light."

Sangsang asked in return: "If I don't become the Daughter of Light, can't I help Ning Que?"

Liansheng thought for a moment and replied seriously:

"No one else can. Maybe if it's you."

Liansheng's eyes shone with light. He was familiar with all the magical arts of the Taoist sect, and naturally he also saw clearly Sang Sang's cultivation qualifications.

Sang Sang is the most talented person Liansheng has ever seen. As long as she thinks about it, she might not be able to be stronger than Ke Haoran or even Fuzi in the future.

"Okay, I don't want to become the Daughter of Light, but I still want to help Ning Que. Please teach me."

"Okay, of course."

Looking at Sangsang like this, Liansheng immediately understood why Wei Guangming wanted him to teach Sangsang.

He was born in the Demon Sect, grew up in the Buddhist Sect, flourished in the Taoist Sect, and finally returned to the Demon Sect.

Liansheng's monastic career can be regarded as the most exciting in the entire Haotian world.

The Taoist sect has magical arts, and Liansheng has also practiced his own magical arts. After being trapped in the Demon Sect's mountain gate for decades, Liansheng thought hard and came up with a brand-new technique, using Taoism to bind the world outside his body, and using magic power to There is a world inside the tree.

When the Tao and demons are connected, they enter the divine way.

For Liansheng, Buddha and demons are intertwined. If you want to become a demon, you must first practice Buddhism.

Sang Sang agreed to study, and then he would follow Liansheng's ideas and practice the Buddhist, Demonic, and Taoist techniques at the same time to find the true divine way in the Haotian world.

Use demons to cover the sky, use Tao to obey the sky, use Buddha to overcome tribulations, and finally truly stand at the top of the world.

No one in the Haotian world, not even the Master, can help Liansheng achieve this achievement, but Sangsang may be able to do it.

From this night on, Liansheng began to preach.

Wei Ping'an still came every day and handed the corresponding classics to Sang Sang.

Sang Sang listened carefully to the content of Liansheng's sermons every day, and accepted them all in one go.

Her talent is very good. She can memorize any classics at a glance and learn them in an instant.

In just three days, he had broken through from the middle realm of Dongxuan to the peak of Dongxuan, and even touched the threshold of the next realm.

If Liansheng hadn't said that he needed to suppress his realm, Sangsang might have broken through directly.

After a few days of teaching, even Liansheng was amazed. He had never seen anyone with such a talent.

Sang Sang felt very strange. In her eyes, any cultivation technique was as if she had seen it with her own eyes before. She could remember it all and even perform it with just one glance.

In her snow-capped mountains and sea, there is something faintly being developed.

On the eighth day, after Sangsang practiced the Demon Sect technique, a super huge world was born in her body.

Even Liansheng felt fear after seeing that world.

"Uncle Master, is there something wrong with my body?"

Liansheng's pupils suddenly contracted violently, and his eyes seemed to burst out with blazing fire. His big hands trembled slightly with excitement, his fingers curled up, beads of sweat appeared in his palms, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

"I thought I made a profit, but I didn't expect that I fell into Wei Guangming's trap."

Sang Sang was very unfamiliar with Liansheng's expression. She felt suspicious and didn't know how to deal with it.

"What does it mean."

Liansheng looked at the innocent-looking Sangsang and saw that she had not yet awakened, so he suppressed his fear and said:
"You, not you."

What Liansheng said was strange, but Sang Sang understood it.

"I'm not who I am, then who am I."

"If you still want to be yourself, you have to thoroughly understand Buddhism. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

If there is any practice method in the world that can suppress another will, it must be the Buddhist method. As the saying goes, one thought becomes a Buddha and one thought becomes a demon. As long as you practice the Buddhist method, you will have the opportunity to suppress Sangsang's body. The will inside.

Maybe, a green pear is also needed.

"I understand."

Sang Sang was very smart. During the days of practicing with Liansheng, she felt that another consciousness in her body was constantly stopping her. That consciousness was particularly powerful. If it awakened, the current Sang Sang would disappear.

Sang Sang didn't want to die, nor did she want to disappear, so she worked harder to practice the skills Liansheng passed on to her.

Among them, the Buddhist Sect and the Demonic Sect, two self-contained systems, suppress that consciousness the most significantly.

Especially the Demon Sect Techniques, Sangsang formed a world of its own in the body. That will was also covered by the Demon Sect Techniques, and at the same time, it was gradually covered up by the Buddha Sect's magical methods, and finally successfully suppressed that consciousness.

From this day on, it snowed heavily in Chang'an City.

The fairy mist is misty, the pavilions are exquisite, and the void is whitened by thick snow. At your feet, a nine-story pagoda stands tall and magnificent.

On a high-rise building, an old man carrying a burden swept across Zhuque Street. A pair of thick, big hands were as powerful as pliers. A bunch of sparse and dry hair, like a duckling, was dotted on the top of his head, and the brown skin on his neck was There were a few horizontal wrinkles, and a few blue veins clearly popped out. They disappeared deep under the blue veins and reappeared on the temples.

The old man's demeanor seemed to be very gentle and straightforward, but his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, which was a sign that he was used to thinking too much. His plump forehead shone in the candlelight, and his hair was scattered but not rough. above.

"The Shocking God Formation is out of control!"

Yan Se has never encountered such a thing. The Jingshen Formation is the most powerful formation in the world. No one in the world can affect the Jingshen Formation.

He remembered that a few days ago, an uninvited guest came to Chang'an City.

The news that Liansheng 32 joined Guangming Palace was not publicized. Not many people knew about it, and they would not tell others about it.

Yan Se guessed that Liansheng's escape must be related to Wei Guangming, but he could not guess that Liansheng would enter the Guangming Palace.

"Liansheng, what on earth are you going to do?"

The wind was blowing hard, and the snowflakes were flying in the air like torn cotton wool, falling aimlessly.There is a white road in the left and right corners, as if two wide edges are inlaid with the stone road in the middle.

There were pedestrians and a sedan carried by two people on the street. They couldn't fight the wind and snow, and they looked like they were shrinking. More and more snowflakes were falling, filling the sky with white, falling in all directions, falling on umbrellas, falling on umbrellas, etc. On the top of the sedan chair, it falls on the bamboo hat of the sedan chair bearer and on the faces of passers-by.

The wind played with the umbrella, blowing it in all directions, and once or twice even blew it away from the hands of pedestrians.The wind roared in the air, and the sound was shrill. It mixed with the footsteps on the snow and became a kind of weird music. This music stung the ears of pedestrians, as if to warn them that wind and snow will rule the world for a long time. Spring Will never come back.

Because of the Jingshen Formation, Chang'an City is mild all year round, and the temperature deviation is not too large. This is the first time in a thousand years that there has been such a heavy snowfall.

After Yan Se entered the realm of Apocalypse, he could better understand the terrifying power of the Shocking God Formation, and his admiration for the Master who could build such a God Formation could not be greater.

He became more and more curious about the person who could shake the Shocking God Formation and bring down such heavy snow.

In the courtyard, Sangsang stood up, raised his head and looked up slightly. His little face turned red, his little lips were trembling, he couldn't utter a single word, and his eyes showed a look of confusion.

On the top of Washan Mountain, there is an old man wearing a black robe with white hair mixed with a few black silk threads. His steps are steady and flying, without any trace of old age. His weathered face reveals a rare rosy color. The two eyes were bright and shining, shooting out two rays of light.

Accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter, an old monk walked out of the temple in Washan. He had a silver beard and white hair, a majestic appearance, a vigorous pace, a monk's robe floating in the air, and a face full of wrinkles. Although the face has been tempered by years of wind and frost, and has a dark color after sun exposure, it now glows with a red light, making it look full of energy, good appearance, and awe-inspiring.

The man in black robe is Wei Guangming, who has just left the Tiankeng. The old monk is the master of this tile mountain, a great Buddhist, Master Qishan.

Wei Guangming destroyed the Buddha Sect, but Qishan's expression did not seem to be angry, but instead he was smiling.

"Great Priest Guangming, I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are well."

"Master Qishan, you are fine."

The two of them are very polite, like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years. If ordinary people meet them, they will definitely think that the two of them are very good friends. If a Taoist old man meets them, they will understand that the two of them seem to be polite. The words contain many temptations.

Meeting by chance, they have similar ideas and a heart to save millions of dawns.

(End of this chapter)