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The three old roads of Kunlun Mountain met midway and froze.

Look at each other and smile bitterly.

The Daotong who followed them was still stunned, wondering what could make the boiling water fall into the hands of the monastic master who had been practicing for more than two hundred years, what could make the strings cut through their invulnerable skin, and what could always make The calm Kunlun went to the other party too hotly, but met again halfway.

Ordinarily, no matter what it is, it is determined that it cannot happen!

Could it be that the world is in turmoil again?

An old and powerful voice interrupted their guesses about the facts.

"Tender shooter, go and prepare tea, we have important things to talk under Luo Rongshu."

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

The Luo Rong tree, which is not much different from a jujube tree.

The first-class green tea in the early spring took on a faint heat, exuding an attractive fragrance, but no one was interested.

The three masters all frowned and looked worried.

"Brother and brother, do you think so?"

"Alas, there is no record of this unrest in the trajectory of numerology, but it is still so unstoppable that it is the first time in thousands of years!"

"Senior Brother ’s words have been made very clear, and I am afraid that I do not believe that you and I have not done enough Dao Dao, which can not break the fortune of the Dao Dao, but there is no such turmoil in the original trajectory, even the Dao did not know that day. How can you and I know? And I really can't figure it out, except who is the fairy master, who can completely surpass the avenue and have such unstoppable power in the world? "

"But ... but I saw the destruction in heaven, saw the unstoppable tragedy!"

"I don't think so. There must be hidden feelings that we don't know."

"The younger brother is right. The fairy master is not a crazy demon. If it really destroys the Divine State, what good will it do to him?"

"Two brothers, what do you mean?"

"Lao Dao thought that it wasn't Shenzhou that the fairy master destroyed, but Heaven Dao!"

"hiss!"

The oldest old man took a breath and was shocked to speak.

Not only him, the other two old masters who saw it first were also terrified, and their muddy old eyes were staring like bronze bells.

For hundreds of years, they have been enlightened on the numerology of Heavenly Dao. They can understand each other's meaning by saying only half of each sentence. Naturally, they know that the so-called "Destroy Heavenly Dao" does not destroy Heavenly Dao in a real sense. The heaven and the earth are vague and unpredictable. Whether it exists is still controversial. No one can touch it. It has no substance, and it is impossible to be destroyed. The "Destroy Heavenly Path" here refers to the process of changing the world with something beyond the Heavenly Path, without destroying the Heavenly Path and the world. What is destroyed is the Heavenly Path's control of the world, and for the Heavenly Path, this is destroying the world The gap is not large.

Perhaps Anyang did n’t change the world a lot at the time, and it was easy to make corrections, but so many troops, senior officials, sudden wars, and the ensuing modernization reform, education and promotion of science and technology, science and technology The implantation of items is not within the jurisdiction of this Heavenly Dao, and I am afraid that it will not be corrected in a while. And this change is not only once or twice. People who do not belong to this world, led by Anyang, will constantly change this world, so that the illusory heavenly path will be tired of coping with it, and it will completely lose its ability to plan the trajectory of the world.

In this way, at least, at least for a long period of time, Tiandao no longer has the ability to control the state of China, which is equivalent to being abolished directly.

Several people looked at each other for a long time before they turned into a long sigh.

"This is just our guess, and not necessarily, brother and brother, let's work together to make a calculation."

"Ah, well."

...

This is probably the case in the distant Jiufeng Peak.

However, Zhenfeng's attainments in Heavenly Path Numerology are far from Kunlun Mountain, they are more broken, and their intuition is more keen, and they can't see the origin of the turmoil, but they saw that they are located in Zangxiu and Shushan. The holy place of monastery has been built, and the two are only thousands of miles apart, and the ordinary light cavalry can reach it in up to ten days ...

Therefore, they directly gave up their intentions for deduction.

Sure enough, before the evening, a formation mainly composed of bladed mechas, supplemented by heavy hammer mechas, and a formation with two trial mechas was at the bottom of the peak.

While the disciples were sternly waiting in consternation, the elder of the Taishang elder gave the highest order.

Give up resistance!

In less than half a year of incense sticks, this sci-fi unit full of sci-fi sense and power set foot on the hall of Mount Aifeng, and presented more than ten badges to control the high level of Mount Aifeng.

This victory is probably the most relaxed.

By virtue of the last glimpse of the numerology of Heavenly Dao, Yijifeng became the only monastic holy place where Heavenly Soldiers recovered without firing, and was able to preserve all strength.

...

Dianzhou Prefecture, one of the 26 state capitals of the Dayi Dynasty, is located in the middle of the city and has always been prosperous.

Recently, a festival called "Shang Jie" was approaching in the Dayi Dynasty. As a result, at noon, Dianzhou City was still overcrowded, and people were shoulder-to-shoulder. Like the rush to gather early in the morning, the largest temple fair of the year was held in two days. Even more, there is a lantern show every night, which is an endless stream of people coming and going.

The young man hopes to meet a peerless beauty at the temple fair, as written in a romantic talk, while the Tsing Yi scholars look forward to writing poems at the lantern festival and make their way into the eyes of the dignitaries and ladies. Miaoling women also hope to meet a handsome young man at the temple fair, or find a good student to spend a good time together. After all, this is a time when they rarely have fun, either relax themselves and play around, or they have to find for themselves A wishful Lang Jun, otherwise "commercial solution" will be meaningless to them.

There was also a monk who took to the streets to take advantage of this time to beg for money, or to deceive the world with some incomprehensible Buddhist teachings, hoping to add more sesame oil to his temple.

The streets are filled with the smell of meat buns, and of course the smell of sweat on people. The shops selling Yangchun noodles or tea on the street are overcrowded. No matter who is at this time, they seem to be very happy, even if they are hungry and thin. The best clothes on the body were patched up, and they were all filled with smiles, even the beggar did not pretend to be pitiful, and he stretched out his hand and broke the bowl.

A monk in a yellow monk's clothes sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a circle of people, mostly bored and unable to do anything, listening to him saying something interesting among the crowd.

"Buddhas do not seek far in Lingshan, Lingshan is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan Pagoda, so they can repair under the Lingshan Pagoda."

"Say something that you don't understand, you monk, haven't answered my words, where is the Buddha?"

"The Buddha is only in our hearts. The master has taught the monks. The Buddha is not an ever-changing and responsive god, nor is it a savior who is omnipresent and omnipotent. The Buddha is an awakening savior of wisdom and virtue. The mentor who cuts off his troubles can follow his pure golden light whenever we cleanse our hearts. "

"Ah, there is no preface in the foreword, then you say that the Buddha is not a god, where is the fairy?"

"Amitabha, the little monk has only seen the Buddha when he is pious, but he has never seen a fairy. The little monk does not believe in a fairy. As such, in the mind of the little monk, there is no **** in the world!"

After the yellow monk finished speaking, he found that the people had not listened to him, and he didn't care much. He wanted to spend the world here, but it also had to do with fate. Hearing was his fortune, he couldn't hear himself. What he has done is also worthy of heart. Admittedly, many of the words he said were more attractive than that street juggling, so the ordinary person looked away, and he thought that the person had no chance with the Buddha.

But soon he discovered that these people were not attracted by juggling, but stared blankly at the sky, bursting into exclamation.

It sounded like a roar came into my ears.

The monk in yellow immediately raised his head, but saw a figure reflecting the light flying through the air at a rapid speed. Some were as small as reptiles, and some were as big as a face-old man pinched by a street old man, but they were all silhouettes, facing the ground. The way of flying in the sky is like overlooking the earth, leaving a white mark on the blue sky.

This, this is ...

The monk in yellow was still hesitating, and everyone on the ground was already panicked, and some fell to the ground.

"Fairy, fairy, the fairy revealed the spirit!"

"Heavenly soldiers, these people must be heavenly soldiers!"

However, these figures didn't pay any attention to them. They swept by themselves, mostly in a neat formation, and did not stay. Some of them flying low would cause screams that pierced the eardrum, but were regarded as a manifestation of the fairy. The thunder of identity, while making the civilians cover their ears, kneels more piously on the ground, and there are those who desire peace and those who repent of sin.

Even the yellow-monk monk folded his hands and closed his eyes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This is the reflection of the Buddha in the world, it is the good deeds of the Buddha manifesting the spirit of the world, it is the Buddha's door to promote himself, and the key to purify the ecstasy.

He said to himself in his heart.

However, until a thunderous thunder, the formation of transport planes without the "silent flight technology" whistled past, like a huge silver falcon in the eyes of everyone. They wanted to go through the legend to find out the record of this **** bird. But it is limited to the knowledge is too narrow and have to give up.

But in the eyes of the yellow monk, this is the symbol of the Buddha, the cause and effect of the Buddha's good deeds, and the monks in the Leiyin Temple chanting.

The formation of transport planes roared past, but cast hundreds of raindrops. The armor reflected the light under the sun, and the body falling at high speed made them fall like a ray of light. It was only used as auxiliary power and emergency when it was near the ground. Regulated propeller. I saw the white dazzling light flash, and within a short time of less than one second, they offset the huge impact of the fall, and then the heavy metal body crashed down from the height of ten meters, hitting the ground and shaking, some He even trampled the old bluestone slabs.

Bang!

Bang!

...

One after another, the figure reflecting the light fell one after another, and fell on the street where people came and went, like a famous soldier wearing metal armor. The whole body was covered with strictness and indifference. He immediately pulled out his hand from behind Weapons, turn on the energy switch and electronic insurance, start patrolling around and scanning for threats.

The only thing that catches the eye is the panicked civilians.

(The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and you can eat beautiful mooncakes. If readers are happy and reward a mooncake money, gold will not beg on the street with a bowl. Yes, I also wish Happy birthday Qingqing, happy-birthday!)

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