Fu Canglu

Chapter 92

Chess scale pottery.

It has always been known as a one-person family.

During the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms, a man walked out of the long-silent Zhongwei Peak among the Chess Sage Gates of the South China Sea.

To this day, Zhong Weifeng's disciples still call him Nanhai Junior Martial Uncle in awe.

He carved the three characters Tao Wuque on the Liuxian tablet, and finally came to the Central Plains.

Traveled through the eight major countries, on both sides of the Qijiang River.

The prosperity of chess is all under the hands of Tao Wuque.

The skill of controlling chess is unparalleled in the world.

Among the eight great aristocratic families, there will eventually be the Tao family.

This man alone is a whole family.

Because he is strong enough!

Before Jian Zongming was born, the world was a little lonely.The still immature Tianbang of the Central Plains was severely trampled by this unparalleled man.Stepping on the forces under the command of the Eight Great Monarchs, he has traveled across the Central Plains for several years.

According to records in the Qiliang Library, this man's physical cultivation has reached an unprecedented level.

Entering the ten forbidden places in Beiyuan alone, leading to an avalanche on the Dragon's Back in Beiyuan, intercepting the angry flood of Qi River alone, and even trying to lure the catastrophe to self-immolation.

In the end, it was all fruitless.

It seems that he has practiced the supreme body training scriptures of Buddhism to the extreme, and his physical body is known as the most perfect body in the world.

Such an invincible man.

Finally disappeared in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period.

After 16 years, Tao Wuque left only legends.

But now the House of Chess and Scale among the Eight Great Aristocratic Family is still vacant.

This powerful man is like a flash in the pan, without showing a trace.

Perhaps it was born in the wrong age and failed to catch up with the most dazzling scene.

Yi Xiao didn't believe that Tao Wuque would die.

The deeds left by this man are strong enough, Yi Xiao is even willing to suspect that this little uncle in Nanhai lives in Zhong Weifeng and does not want to see the world.

Instead of dying unknown.

His Highness took a deep breath, and gently stroked the man's eyes with both hands.

Close your eyes.

Withered heart.

The withered body trembled, and the heart trembled.

Reluctant to close eyes.

Stare straight at Yi Xiao.

"What is it that can make you die with regret?"

Yi Xiao couldn't believe it.

He didn't believe that such a strong man who walked the Central Plains and belonged to a family would die so bleakly.

Tao Wuque's death was so unclear.

He doesn't even want to close his eyes after death.

"It is said that you were born to be loved by the world. During the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms, one person broke through three thousand armors, and the Qi River was stained with blood." Yi Xiao said with a sad voice, "You carved your name in the Central Plains, how could you allow yourself to end in such a bleak way? "

"Did this Ksitigarbha Pagoda suppress you?" Yi Xiao asked.

"What exactly happened?"

Be puzzled.

That humanoid creature might still have a trace of wisdom left, its blood red eyes were fixed on the pinnacle hairpin in Yi Xiao's hand.

His spirit was scattered, and the seven souls and six souls dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

With such a powerful body, all that is left is the remnants of the body's instincts in life.

This is already a very incredible thing.

The Buddha said that death is like a lamp going out.

The mind and soul are separated, but the body, spirit and wisdom are not separated. It can be said that the lamp of death is not extinguished.

The body slowly raised its head and stared at Yi Xiao.

His lips parted slightly, and he spit out a word.

Yi Xiao was stunned.

That is a Tao character.

Then his eyes fell on the pinnacle hairpin, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

In the end, his eyes slowly softened.

The blood energy of that body actually became weaker.

It seems to be completely silent.

Yi Xiao's pupils contracted.

pottery?
Then make waves!
Great waves!

He saw the blood-colored body suddenly raised its hands, grasping the divine sword that nailed him to death on the altar, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

Rage and growl.

Only then did Yi Xiao realize that the word was not Tao!
"escape!"

The sky is roaring!

The blood-colored creature brazenly grasped the divine sword on his chest, and the blood on the ground suddenly flowed back into his chest.

Slowly clenched the edge of the sword, and pulled it away from the chest inch by inch.

Then one after another of terrifying blood energy returned!
The breath climbed to the ninth rank in an instant!
He recovered!
The Ksitigarbha Tower began to shake.

Yi Xiao's face was pale, and he watched the ceiling of the altar shift, and the space seemed to be collapsing.

escape?
Where to flee?
The bronze door was closed by himself superfluously, blocking the way back at this moment.

The eyes of the blood-colored body raised faintly, staring straight at himself, and the big red hands holding the sword edge were slowly lifted away from the chest.

On Yi Xiao's wrist, the Fuqu sword coiled up, and the dragon and snake emerged from the back of his head like an enemy.

Just when the blood-colored figure was about to pull out the last inch of the sword.

A loud bang!
In the void, there is the sound of a dragon elephant galloping and roaring!
A talisman emerged from the void, flowing with golden brilliance.

The edges and corners of the talisman were incomplete, burning crazily.

It was just a corner of the remaining talisman, and the vision released by the burning at this moment made Yi Xiao dumbfounded.

Ten dragons and ten elephants circled out and smashed heavily on the man's hand holding the sword.

The blood-shaped creature roared in pain, and refused to let go, the edge of the sword was smashed back an inch!
Blood splattered.

The talisman burnt out the last brilliance, turned into flying ash and disappeared.

Then came the second talisman!

Ten dragons and ten elephants smashed back an inch of the sword's edge again!
Eighteen talisman seals emerged in turn, suppressing one space.

180 dragon and elephant powers.

Buddhist great supernatural powers!
The edge of the sword was pressed so that it could not move, and it pressed against the blood-shaped creature's chest.

It seems to be returning to peace and tranquility again.

The blood-shaped creature remained motionless with both hands holding the sword.

The eighteen talismans circulated and finally burned into ashes.

Blood flows into a river.

Tao Wuque smiled softly.

He looked down at his chest, turning his head slightly jerky.

Using both hands again, he wanted to pull out the fairy sword in his chest.

Behind Yi Xiao, the dragon and snake screamed, subconsciously, the Fuqu sword stretched out the sword body, the sword flew up with the person, and the whole person flew up, the sword edge pierced the space like a rainbow!
Suddenly a monk appeared out of thin air between himself and the blood-shaped creature.

Dressed in a simple cassock, the man holds a tin staff in his left hand and wears a Pilu hat on his head. His face is handsome and solemn.

The tin stick falls to the ground, and it rises without wind.

Yi Xiao's pupils shrank slightly.

Fu Que's sword was extremely docile and rolled back in an instant, and a soft force dragged him back three feet.

The young figure put down his tin stick, and pressed the blood-shaped creature with one hand.

Qiqiao bleeds and revives.

His face was no longer ferocious.

Tao Wuque's ferocious expression became a little dazed.

The stupa is still shaking.

Yi Xiao looked at the very familiar young monk.

It was as if a single person had suppressed the entire hell.

The monk was nearly thirty years old, with red lips and white teeth, a pitiful face, and childish features.

It is exactly the same as the little monk Qingshi.

Yi Xiao looked at the monk in a daze, turned around and smiled at him.

met thousands of years ago.

Never forgotten after thousands of years.

"It turns out that there really is a reincarnation of Ksitigarbha."

On the top of the pagoda, there is a real body of Dizang.

Unbearable as the earth, Contemplation as deep as a secret.

Eighteen Ksitigarbha King Talismans were burned out.

The remaining soul of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is about to disappear.

The young monk pursed his lips slightly and smiled, his brows and eyes full of smiles.

He stepped forward slowly, raising his tin staff.

Yi Xiao looked at the young monk's eyebrows and eyes, and was in a daze for a while.

He actually raised his hand.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva held Yi Xiao's hand, and there was a pineapple hairpin there, aiming at the brow of the blood-shaped creature.

"Stab in."

Yi Xiao's hand paused slightly.

The yellow pear wood hairpin stopped a foot away from Tao Wuque's forehead.

"why?"

"He has fallen into a demon." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smiled and said, holding Yi Xiao's hand a foot in front of him.

The yellow pear wood hairpin pierced Tao Wuque's eyebrow bit by bit.

There was blood splattered.

shocking.

In compassion, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pierced a whole pinnacle hairpin into Tao Wuque's forehead.

The remnant soul dissipated.

Yi Xiao kept holding the pinnacle hairpin tightly.

Suddenly a pair of bloody hands grabbed him.

Yi Xiao was startled, subconsciously wanted to get rid of those bloody hands, but heard an extremely weak voice.

"don’t worry"

The blood-stained eyes regained their clarity.

Junior Uncle Nanhai smiled, his voice was a little hoarse: "I recognize you, you are Murong's son."

Yi Xiao nodded with a complicated expression.

Tao Wuque smiled lonely and said, "Are you thinking about why I am here?"

Yi Xiao nodded.

The whole life of this man is a mystery that the world cannot solve.

"How about my daughter?" Tao Wuque coughed, his eyes were a little loose.

"Being responsible for reading the mind and the sky is extremely good." Yi Xiao replied seriously, "But I can't walk like ordinary people."

"good very good."

Tao Wuque actually laughed three times.

If he really is a very weird person, Yi Xiao can't laugh no matter what.

"She's right outside the door, do you want to meet?" Yi Xiao thought about it and changed her words.

Tao Wuque slowly stroked the pineapple hairpin inserted into his forehead.

Seeing a hairpin is like seeing a person.

The voice was a little sad.

"I've seen it."

Tao Wuque lowered his eyebrows and asked Yi Xiao a question.

"You think I'm possessed?"

Yi Xiao's breath stagnates.

Tao Wuque smiled faintly, pointed to the center of his brow, and said, "Seeing is believing, hearing is believing."

Yi Xiao raised his head.

There is a long and narrow mouth of blood.

The yellow pear wood hairpin was inserted into an old wound.

"Last time, it was this yellow pear tree that pierced the acupoint between eyebrows and heaven." Tao Wuque smiled and said, "Guess who it is?"

Yi Xiao looked pale.

"Is this really a stupa?"

"If it's a Buddhist pagoda, why does it fall into hell and become infected with evil spirits?"

"Haven't you ever thought that even the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wishes to escape from here and reincarnate. Why is that?"

Tao Wuque asked the question word by word, and the question touched Yi Xiao's heart.

"The reason why Buddhism is extinct is that when you practice Buddhism to the end, you will find a very ridiculous thing."

Tao Wuque raised his head, revealing his brilliant white teeth.

"Immortality and immortality, anti-cultivation becomes a demon!"

The Ksitigarbha Tower roared! !
Yi Xiao was shocked!

Tao Wuque raised his head extremely forcefully, and said with a sneer, "I just want to tell the truth about this world, what can you do to me?"

His qi and blood were extremely decayed, and he had no chance to turn back after being stabbed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

But that body was too strong, and the qi and blood reversed again.

After death, it becomes stronger.

Now this body is too evil to be controlled by him.

Not a Buddha, but a demon.

"Where is the real immortality?" Tao Wuque raised his head, and said lightly, with blood continuously gushing out, and the pinnacle hairpin on his forehead was extremely scarlet.

"This body is not mine for a long time." His eyes were a little sad, and he smiled softly: "It will be destroyed today."

He raised his hand slowly.

There was a loud bang from the bronze gate!
Yi Xiao watched the Zhenhai Immortal Artifact, which weighed ten thousand jun, rise up from the ground inconceivably, turning into a stream of light.

Lu Chen Xianjian.

Straight into Tao Wuque's chest.

Smash the last fairy sword into pieces.

Tao Wuque bled from his seven orifices.

But smiling.

"If I become a demon, who in the world can kill me? There is only one person."

He lowered his head slowly, mocking with all his might.

"Ksitigarbha, Sword Master, Senior Brother, none of you can do it."

"The only one who can kill me is me."

The Lu Chenxian sword sank slightly.

The whole Ksitigarbha Pagoda was smashed to pieces.

Really Lu Chen.

Crashed.

The blood-stained man closed his eyes and let the pineapple hairpin stick between his brows.

The sky is falling apart, and it doesn't reach my ears.

Yi Xiao turned his head slowly.

Seeing a yellow shirt, she fell to the ground and covered her lips.

The son, Xiaotao, was crying behind the collapsed bronze door.

(End of this chapter)