Chapter 252

In fact, among the three religions, most people know that there are twelve supreme gods in the ancient heaven. On top of the Twelve Supreme gods, there are two standing by and watching the ups and downs of all living beings coldly.

Sword master of heaven and earth!

The Taoist who punishes on behalf of heaven!

Only a few people know about these two. The sword master has been there from generation to generation. The Taoist master never had them before, and she will be the only one in the future.

The seven supreme immortal swords are all made by imitating the legendary sword. According to the legend of ancient heaven, that sword is not really a sword, but a sword.

Ling Yun has been having a repeated dream these days. He lies in a river, like a hot spring, floating freely on it, like soaring in the sky. Finally, he floats under the stone arch bridge, as if crossing time and space. The iron bar is like a sword. It slowly fades away the rust on the surface, revealing the smooth body of the sword. There are virtual shadows passing by it, There are also Taoists riding qingniu, old men in Confucian robes, monks in Golden Lotus, young men in plain clothes, women in fierce fighting and heroic spirit, and old scholars with rickets and evil eyes

Ling Yun suddenly woke up and slapped himself, "how could Mr. Zhang be a thief, that's careful!"

It has been seven days since he came to the town. Ling Yun has been repeating such a dream, but each time it will be longer and clearer. If there is really nothing special under the stone arch bridge, he will not have such a dream all the time. However, Ling Yun is afraid that this is a situation set by someone. Since the little elder martial brothers are all in the town, It's not necessarily that there are no other people here who can compare with the younger martial brother.

After Ling Yun urged Chen Nian to practice sword and boxing, he asked him to approve, and then he went to find the little elder martial brother Shi Qinglian.

Shi Qinglian is carving a seal for Ling Yun. "The heart of a child is excellent, but this world can't hold your whole heart." Shi Qinglian said softly. He and Ling Yun looked at each other. Ling Yun opened his heart to the evil dragon in the heart sea, the poisonous snake in the wasteland, the hungry tiger in the dry mountain. There was also a place where the sky was blue, the sea was clear, and the grass grew and the warbler flew.

Shi Qinglian picked up the seal and continued to carve it. She said gently, "my husband did go there not long ago. The immortal sword in Diao temple was found by my husband. How to get it is his own business. As for the sword hanging under the arch bridge, its origin is a little mysterious, and there is no historical record about it."

"Xiaonian's sword spirit is not willing to say that no one should be able to hold him," Shi Qinglian said with a smile. "My husband always likes my little apprentice. The sword spirit has said that no one can hold him, so I want you to have a try. Those dreams have nothing to do with my husband. Maybe you are really predestined with him."

"Since the origin is unknown, will it have any influence on elder martial brother?" Ling Yun asked, "if there is one, then I don't care."

Shi Qinglian smiles. Instead of answering Ling Yun's question, she says in a low voice, "Diao temple will guard Zhao song for you for one year. What do you think about the situation after Nanye?"

"Compared with the other eight prefectures in Kyushu, Nanye is really much smaller, but the legal system is chaotic and the power is divided, which is also a promising place," Shi Qinglian blew the powder on the seal, and then put it in Ling Yun's hands. "Think about it, read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles, and think about ten thousand things."

Ling Yun blinked and looked at Shi Qinglian. Then he turned over and stood still. He waved to Shi Qinglian and said with a smile, "little elder martial brother, I'll go first. I have to find my friend."

"Go," Shi Qinglian waved. The book of changes of Lianshan has been lost in the heyday of ancient heaven, but no one can learn part of it in this life. It's not much, but it's very good.

The younger martial brother Ling Yun and Chen Diao temple have very different personalities. Chen Diao Temple walked through Yizhou mountains and rivers alone before they came to visit Mr. Gao Pan. After meeting Mr. Gao Pan, they walked through Sanzhou mountains and rivers. After meeting Mr. Chen Diao again, they have already visited Kyushu world. Although there are many places they have not visited, many places have already been there, So Chen Diao temple has more friends than Ling Yun. Of course, they are almost the same. But Chen Diao Temple pays more attention to the process, and Ling Yun pays more attention to the result.

But these two younger martial brothers are very good, just like when they were young, Shi Qinglian picked up

Yi Shan's fortune telling street is called Qilong. The handsome monk in white, with a steamed bun in his hand, sits beside the tea shop and chews it slowly; The Taoist fortune teller ordered two vegetarian dishes in the small restaurant opposite and ate them leisurely.

Yi Shanlian, without the man's company, was a very boring day. The beautiful girls on the street seemed to have no taste. The more she saw, the more boring she felt. "I'm not a monk. There's no need to pit me like this."

Yi Shan sighs. He has never been so wronged in his life. If you let him go out, as long as you see a Taoist who can fight, you must fight so hard that you don't even know his mother. It's too bullying. If you don't bully people by virtue of your high level, we'll be able to fight twice.

"Brother canggui, where are you?" Yi Shanlian called.

Taoist holding bowl squatting at the door of the hotel, said to the white monk: "Lao Chen, can we make a bet?"

"If you don't gamble, monks should stop being greedy, angry and crazy." the white monk looked at the Taoist priest, "third brother, I see you are not clean. You have to go to the Buddhist kingdom to cultivate."

"See the man at the fortune teller's over there?" The Taoist pointed to him with chopsticks and said, "I say he can get out of trouble today."

The white monk finished his steamed bread, drank a bowl of water, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "I also said that he can get out of trouble today. Maybe you have to run."

"It's not the same thing for us to chase after each other like this. We are not the beautiful fairy sister, and you are not the extraordinary and refined sword repair. We can't get together. We can't force it. We can't force it." After the Taoist finished his meal, he left a talisman for the owner of the restaurant and then swaggered away.

The monk in white twists the Buddhist beads with his left hand, carries his right hand on his back, and follows the Taoist priest. These two days, the town has been used to the chase between the handsome monk and the dusty Taoist priest. I'm afraid there is a business dispute between the two sides, and the young man with a sad face who is guarding the fortune telling stall is also an associate of the Taoist priest. The monk doesn't seem to be able to fight.

However, most people like to watch the fun. Taoist priests and monks are walking this way. When they walk into this street, they hear that there is a stranger who is setting up a fortune teller. He comes to have a look. What if he really meets them?

The young man with the sword on his back stood beside the stall, and Yi Shan, who was forced to do fortune telling, held Ling Yun's waist and cried so much that he had a runny nose and tears. "Good brother, you are here."

The Taoist priest looked at Ling Yun and looked back at the monk. He rubbed his hands and thought about how to start. But the monk stood in front of the Taoist priest and said gently with Buddhist ceremony: "the poor monk's Buddhist name is hidden, and the common name is Chen Jiangliu. He and Chen Diao Temple are our own family. I met each other, and they were just like old friends..."

"I'll go back to Tibet." Ling Yun returns the Tao with Buddhist rites.

Monk Xuanzang in white smiles, "brother Tibet."

"Oh, monk, do you still have a handle in your family?" The Taoist said discontentedly.

The monk in white turned back and said gently, "it's the rules of the river and the lake to wander in the river and the lake. It's not the Golden Lotus Buddha kingdom. I call you extraordinary every day."

The Taoist knocked on his head and suddenly appeared beside Yi Shanlian. He pushed aside Ling Yun, took Yi Shanlian's shoulder and said, "good brother, I can't treat you badly after I've been guarding the stall for so long. Come on, what do you want?"

"I want your grandmother's!" Yi Shanlian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He rolled up his sleeve and began to work.

Taoist quickly retreated to one side, some melancholy said: "you can be difficult to me, we are monks, cut off the dust, fly into the immortal..."

In fact, the monk in white didn't have any bad feelings for this Taoist priest. In fact, the Taoist priest didn't do anything bad. They were really personal grudges. They dozed off when the Buddha was preaching Buddhism. They were really bored. They just squinted for a while. Who knew that when they woke up, they were in the world. When they were young, they were carried into the monk's temple. Later, they got merits again, But the Taoist said that he was not clean and had to practice again.

So I'm really exhausted in the world. It's hard to be a God. I'm a monk, and I don't fight with people. I've suffered so many disasters.

It's not all done by this black hearted Taoist.

However, this fortune teller is not simple. No wonder the Taoist wants to make a trial. However, he is eager to get down to the bottom of the well when he causes his own troubles.

"But I know you have some common fate before you go to Baiyu capital..."

"What? White jade capital Yi Shan's eyes widened, and immediately hooked up with the Taoist priest, "Taoist friend, Taoist friend, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey? What's your status in Baiyujing? Five cities on the 12th floor. If you don't have a city leader, let's have a try... "

Ling Yun held his forehead. What's the matter? Ling Yun and Xuanzang looked at each other. Xuanzang said with a smile, "it's his chance, and it's not necessarily his chance."

At present, this Taoist is not an easy person. Of course, it's not about strength, it's about layout.

Of course, Yi Shan is not as simple as his skill, but his mind may not be really bad. Ling Yun embraces him in both hands. Suddenly, a "boom" comes from the west, and the whole town vibrates with him.

At the foot of Zhuwu mountain, an ape with red hair all over his body and only blood hair on his head abruptly pulled up the whole Zhuwu mountain, and said with a cold smile, "it's my chance. Grandfather yuan is looking at this one today. Who dares to stop me?"

The Taoist crossed his waist, put his hand on his brow, and looked from a distance, "it's really great spirit. It's easy to lift such a big mountain!"

Lingyun looks slightly cold, the head of Zhu Yan is really haunted, unexpectedly also ran here.

On the arch bridge full of life on purpose, there is a dark young man, looking at the ape as tall as the mountain. He can't even move. The woman in green is standing on the side of the road to the mountain, looking at the ape, but they are worried and frightened, and indifferent.