Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 125 May there be no suffering in the world and peace in the world (please subscribe, please vote)

No matter how much hatred is in my heart.

I wish I could kill Zhou Pingan immediately...

Monk Guangming also knew that this was not the time to fight.

Not only was there a new wound on his neck, blood was flowing out like a waterfall, and his head was slightly dizzy.

At the same time, the blood holes in his right eye and left chest and right abdomen began to hurt.

The wounds all exploded.

With one's strength, if he can maintain his strength, it's already very good.

If he delays any longer, he will definitely die when his injuries worsen.

I have obviously obtained the Five Desires and Demon Skills, and I see that the bright road is ahead, and I will become a Buddha and become an ancestor one day. How can I be willing to throw my life here?

'I want all living beings in this world to crawl under their feet, I want temples to open all over the world, I want to drink the strongest wine, have the most beautiful women, and earn the most gold and silver...'

and many more.

Gold and silver?

Greed!

"Damn it."

Monk Guangming, who was seriously injured by an arrow, with half of his neck pierced and unable to stop the loss of blood, just moved his body and walked out of the window, feeling that his five desires were obsessed with him and his greed was blazing.

It is clear that the enemy is at hand.

He didn't even want to think about running away, thinking about an escape route.

It just doesn't happen at the right time. Thinking of becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor is like a mountain of gold and silver.

Got hit.

Although the spirit only wavered slightly, this greed was driven away.

Monk Guangming, who was running [Divine Foot Power] and galloping on the ground, was still a lot slower.

He had just jumped out of the window, but his feet had not yet touched the ground.

A flash of sword light appeared at the window curtain.

When the sword light first appeared, it was like spring water, and then turned into a torrent, and then turned into a ten thousand-foot sea wave, connecting the sky and the earth.

Not only does it contain the ultimate sharpness, it can cut off everything, but it also makes people feel paradoxically that this sword is actually not threatening at all, it is just blocking and encircling it, lacking in power, and winning with change.

"If you have the ability, break my protective golden body."

The old monk Guangming made repeated mistakes in judgment, and his heart became angry. King Ming's golden body was operating at full strength, and a layer of light from the golden body appeared on the outer layer of the skin.

At the same time, there were traces of angry flames emitting a faint red light on his arms.

Protect yourself.

puff……

Lin Huaiyu hit him with one strike, as if he had defeated Ge.

Only two deep bloody incisions were made on the old monk's arms.

"It's just like...ahem..."

The old monk sneered. As soon as he uttered a few words, he realized that he had not completely blocked the knife.

An extremely penetrating soft power has quietly penetrated both arms and directly attacked the injured neck.

The ripples suddenly turned into extremely strong and sharp energy.

On top of the previous wound, a deep scar was cut again.

If the old monk was not injured, Lin Huaiyu's sword would naturally not be able to accomplish any merit.

At this time, his neck had already been hit with a large gap by the needle crossbow, and then was penetrated and shocked by the force of the knife that combined hardness and softness. The wound was immediately torn, and his throat was even injured.

Blood flows faster.

How could Monk Guangming dare to delay any longer? He even gave up most of his body's defenses. He just covered his neck, stomped heavily on the ground, and tried to escape as soon as his body fell.

He had cultivated Zhenqi Little Zhoutian, which was blessed with speed and strength. He was already much better than Lin Huaiyu and Zhou Ping'an. But he just wanted to escape. Logically speaking, no one could stop him.

With one ups and downs, he spanned more than twenty feet, and before his eyes, he was about to bounce up again, pass through the courtyard wall, and disappear into the continuous houses in the city.

The nursing staff who came with the Lin family could hardly get involved.

Their gazes could not even follow the figure of the old monk.

"Is your pen fake?"

A clear voice suddenly sounded.

Under the dim moonlight, a yellow-brown writing brush was thrown high into the sky.

Pull out the sound of breaking wind.

"No one can steal it from me."

The old monk's forward figure suddenly paused. In the confusion of consciousness in his mind, an extreme greed burst out. His feet instinctively turned in a direction, soared into the sky, and grabbed the pen body.

Just bounced back into shape.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman in black rushing towards him with a sword.

He secretly screamed bad.

His hands were crossed and sinking, trying to block the water-jet light.

puff……

The palm of the knife hasn't touched yet.

The old monk's body suddenly shook.

Another arrow hit his throat.

This arrow is nailed firmly.

It penetrated directly through the previous wound and tore most of the neck, leaving only half of the throat bone and half of the muscles, supporting the head diagonally.

Blood spilled wildly into the night sky. Monk Guangming's eyes widened with despair and death, and he looked straight into the shadow behind the bamboo garden.

There was a figure there, wearing a light blue scholar's uniform, looking at him with a sneer.

He knew that he no longer had any physiology.

No matter how powerful Ming Wang's golden body technique is and how strong his vitality is, he will not be able to survive this fatal injury for long.

After three or four breaths at most, you will lose your strength and die.

It's a pity that, just now, we saw a glimmer of opportunity for a breakthrough and a bright future, but everything turned out to be a dream...

All the way to defeat.

I have to say that the previous two greedy obsessions were the biggest culprits.

"You...have to die too."

Last minute.

The old monk Guangming no longer cared about Lin Huaiyu's heavy swords. He protected his neck with one arm and blocked it with the other.

He completely ignored the more than ten cuts on his body that showed injuries to his internal organs.

A rich golden light erupts from the body, as if the light is returning...

With the strong wind, it rushed towards Zhou Ping'an.

A palm was printed with a bang.

The speed of this pounce was indescribable.

So much so that Lin Huaiyu's sword light couldn't be intercepted.

It only left long knife marks on his body and followed closely behind.

Zhou Ping'an just took two steps back and then stopped retreating.

He was surprised to find that the old monk, perhaps knowing that his death was imminent, actually completely lost his defense and attacked with all his strength. His pounce speed was nearly 50% faster than the normal movement of his body.

"Retaliate before death, you are overthinking."

If you can't match the speed, then don't run away at all.

Zhou Ping'an took a long breath, and his body made a crackling sound above his arms. Heavy flames suddenly rose up, and his arms and upper body exploded on the skin of his clothes and palms, turning into black and blue.

Make a circle with your left hand and draw an arc with your right hand.

Light ripples appeared on the palm, and a few feet in front of him, the air vibrated and turned into swirling water patterns.

Both hands use Fubo Jin at the same time to stir up the air. Water splashing in front of the body prevents it from entering, using softness to overcome hardness.

He used his hands to move the energy together, and combined it with the Tai Chi Yin and Yang method. It was obviously extremely soft, but his whole body turned into a thick stone mountain.

boom……

The old monk struck down with a palm.

All the blood energy turned into huge waves and solidified into a real and huge palm print.

A palm print.

Then he realized that he had really hit the rocky mountain.

No, it's like hitting the sea again.

Extremely hard and extremely soft, contradictory yet unified.

Heavy counterattacks came.

It is endless and unstoppable.

"伱......"

The old monk flew backwards. This time, the blood in his throat could no longer be controlled. Blood spurted out from seven or eight wounds on his body, and his breath plummeted.

He fell to the ground, his breath was dying, and he couldn't even lift himself up.

He looked at Zhou Pingan closely. But he found that the young man's clothes turned into colorful butterflies and flew away.

He took more than ten steps back, stepped on more than ten deep holes, spit out a small mouthful of blood, and then stood firm.

At the same time, a mouthful of white steam was exhaled, and a red light flashed on his face, and he was full of energy again.

'You actually endured it without any serious injuries? '

Seeing the green-black color on Zhou Ping'an's skin that had not faded away, and the slight black energy rising up, the old monk exhaled his last breath unwillingly, tilted his head, and his eyes lost their luster.

The breath is gone.

……

"Are you OK."

Lin Huaiyu rushed over with concerned eyes.

Zhou Pingan waved his hand, with a hint of joy on his face, indicating that he was fine.

Raising his left arm, there was a loud crashing sound from the Tianji Crossbow. The needle crossbow penetrated the bones between the old monk's eyebrows, piercing a deep blood hole and sinking into the ground...

I saw that the old monk's body only trembled slightly and then stopped moving.

Only then did he relax completely.

"It's really hard to kill in the true Qi state."

The old monk's counterattack just now was as good as in his prime, with all his strength.

He actually ate it forcefully, and also used his strength to knock the opponent back two or three feet, causing injuries and directly beating the opponent to death.

It can be said that in this blow, although the attack power fell behind, the physical fitness was not too far behind.

It is natural for the internal organs to be slightly damaged due to the shock.

You don't even need to take any medicine for your injuries. You can recover your Qi and blood in nine turns overnight.

A minor injury, nothing worth worrying about.

Being able to kill Monk Guangming and eliminate hidden dangers makes everything worthwhile.

Zhou Ping'an calculated this account clearly.

Moreover, at the last moment, I was so blessed that I suddenly understood the true meaning of "hardness and softness in one". When I took action, I no longer had to think about whether it was strong or soft.

Is it the nine turns of fubo, or the nine layers of overlapping waves?

Between the palms of the fists, there is the power to overturn mountains, and there is also the power to linger and penetrate.

Hardness and softness, yin and yang, are integrated together, and they promote each other and increase their strength. It seems that although the strength has not become stronger, both attack and defense have increased by as much as 50%.

No wonder Lin Huaiyu was so confident after he understood the principle of the combination of hardness and softness of the Fubo Sword and reached perfection.

Indeed, even when the old monk was in his prime, it was not impossible for him to compete with him. Without the help of the Tianji Crossbow, although the chance of victory was still slim, it was not a inevitable result.

"You are indeed a genius. Breaking through this situation in the face of battle is something only legendary."

Seeing that Zhou Ping'an was fine.

Lin Huaiyu also became excited. She squinted her eyes and looked Zhou Ping'an up and down. She felt incredible when she thought of the two palms that had intertwined in a circle, not only receiving the old monk's life-threatening blow, but also repelling him.

'That's two big differences...'

Thinking that Zhou Ping'an learned most of his skills from him, and that Fu Bo Dao Jin was also learned from him, Lin Huaiyu felt a strange sense of pride in his heart for some reason.

The feeling of pride just showed up.

The third lady shook her head, thinking that she might have been affected by the Five Desire Demonic Art.

'Bah, bah, bah, he's become stronger. I'm so happy. After a while, I won't be able to beat him. '

When I thought about it, a trace of melancholy emerged in my heart.

Lin Huaiyu felt satisfied that he was back to normal.

Zhou Ping'an glanced at the third young lady strangely, and saw that the other lady's face was full of emotions, sometimes excited, sometimes melancholy. He guessed that there might be a big drama in his heart, so he didn't go into details at the moment, and just said with a smile: "Yi The remaining soldiers are chasing the poor bandits, but the direction that Monk Guangming came from earlier does not seem to be Black Mountain."

"But he is very good at concealing the truth."

Lin Huaiyu obviously saw it too.

The direction Monk Guangming fled with Li Yuankang was obviously deep in the Black Mountains west of the city.

But for some reason, the direction he came from was to the east of the city.

No need to ask.

He must have been halfway through escaping. When he found that he was safe, he did not go into the mountain. Instead, he turned around and sneaked into the city again.

And, find a residential house to hide yourself.

It may be difficult for Monk Guangming to find such a place.

As for Li Yuankang, the county magistrate's son, finding a place to live was not difficult at all.

Zhou Ping'an touched the old monk's pocket and found nothing of value. He became more and more certain that the other party was just on a temporary trip to pick up the strange golden nanmu pen.

No need to ask, Li Yuankang must have got out of the draw.

The county magistrate, who lost an arm and a leg, may not be able to bear the torture, or may no longer see hope in life, so he pinned everything on the old monk.

Anyway, no matter what it is.

Li Yuankang couldn't even stay.

"Search, investigate, and don't disturb the people."

The location is almost locked, so there is a lot to look for.

Zhou Pingan gave the order.

More than a hundred people in the Lin Mansion began to take action.

Soon, someone noticed something unusual and reported it.

"It's this little monk. He's been hanging around here. He hid from him before, but he can't hide it this time."

It was Tang Lin'er who spoke.

Come with a little bald head tied up.

Therefore, when it comes to snooping for information or searching for people, Tang Ergou, who used to be part of the Red Lotus Army, still has something unique about him.

If others didn't find any clues, he could just walk around and encounter them.

Zhou Ping'an took a deep look at Tang Lin'er.

I wondered if this guy had something good he was hiding from me, but he couldn't hear the voice in his mind.

However, as long as you return to your heart, it will be fine.

Even the best friends will inevitably hide their secrets.

There is no need to delve into it.

Looking at the young monk Fa Yuan with a pale face and blank eyes, Zhou Ping'an silently untied the ropes that tied his body and shook his head: "This young master is actually a good person, but he is not kind to others and is widely praised. The old monk Ming pulled him into the fire pit, so there was no need to make things difficult for him.

Since the young master has been staying here, Li Yuankang must have been hiding here before. "

"Search, it's either the red-walled residence on the left, or the small green brick courtyard on the right."

Zhou Pingan waved his hand.

The Lin Family Nursing Home quietly sank into the two courtyards and investigated them carefully.

"You won't kill me?"

A glimmer of light shone in the eyes of the little monk Fa Yuan. He didn't know what he thought of, and he lowered his head dejectedly, with tears streaming down his eyes.

"Why should I kill you? The night before, when I came out of Huanhua Tower, I hid in the dark and saw you urging Li Yuankang not to do evil things again. It's a pity that you were too weak to stop him, but It’s not your fault.”

"Master has passed away. I want him to rest in peace. Although he was born as a monk, his heart is in the world of mortals..."

"can."

Zhou Pingan's eyes flashed slightly.

What were you doing when you were eleven or twelve?
Living in ignorance about the mountains of books and the sea.

The young monk is twelve years old and is already thinking about good and evil, life and death. He has already practiced the Mingwang Golden Body Technique to the fourth level [Bronze Body Realm]. He can even decide for his master whether to be cremated or buried?
Different life encounters lead to different growth rates.

It can only be said that this young monk is a man of wisdom.

Although Monk Guangming is good at martial arts, his vision is not very good. He has such an outstanding disciple, but he doesn't cherish it at all and just throws it away.

"After burying your master, follow me. This world is chaotic and there is no place for purity. It is better to rely on yourself to create peace and tranquility."

"Thank you, sir."

When the young monk heard this, he didn't feel any resistance. After paying homage, he followed the servants of the Lin family to collect the body of Monk Guangming.

interesting.

Zhou Pingan noticed.

Little monk Fa Yuan just called himself "gongzi" instead of "donor".

He sank into his heart and looked at the red lotus in his mind. Sure enough, there was an extra light red thread.

"Mountains are one step away, and water is one step away. Fa Yuan is willing to follow the young master. May there be no suffering in the world and peace in the world."

Tsk tsk.

Twelve years old.

Zhou Ping'an looked back and saw that the twelve-year-old child was getting straighter and straighter as he walked, and suddenly seemed to have turned into an adult.

……

"Zhou Zongfeng, we are a step late."

Qian Sanliang jumped out from the green-walled courtyard on the right, his face a little ugly, and reported.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)