Chapter 379 Airdrop

The three old masters of Kunlun Mountain met in the middle and were stunned.

Looking at each other, smiling bitterly.

The Taoist boys who followed them were still in a daze, unable to figure out what could make boiling water spill in the hands of Daoist monks who had been practicing Taoism for more than 200 years, what could make the strings cut their invulnerable skin, and what could make the past The calm Kunlun Taishang rushed to the other side in a hurry, but ran into him halfway.

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

Is there another turmoil in the world?

An old and powerful voice interrupted their guessing that they were close to the truth.

"Young Ya'er, hurry up and prepare tea, we have an important talk under the Luo Rong tree."

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Under the Luo Rong tree, which is not much different from the jujube tree.

The first-class early spring green tea is bubbling with a touch of heat and exudes an attractive fragrance, but no one cares.

The three old Taoists all frowned and looked worried.

"Senior brother, junior brother, do you think so too?"

"Alas, there is no record of this turmoil in the numerology track, but it is so unstoppable, it is the first time in thousands of years!"

"Senior brother's words have been made very clear. I'm afraid that I think so too. It's not that you and I are not good enough to break the numerology of the Dao of Heaven, but that there was no such turmoil in the original trajectory, and even the Dao of Heaven did not know about it. How can you and I know? And I really can't think of it, except for that immortal master, who else can completely transcend the Dao, and have such an unstoppable force in the world?"

"But...but I saw destruction in the way of heaven, and saw the unstoppable disaster of war!"

"I don't think so, there must be hidden secrets that we don't know."

"Junior Brother is right. That Immortal Master is not a crazy demon. If he really destroys Shenzhou, what good will it do to him?"

"What do you mean, two junior brothers?"

"Old Daoist thought that what the Immortal Master destroyed was not the Divine State, but the Dao of Heaven!"

"hiss!"

The eldest old man took a deep breath and was too shocked to speak.

Not only him, but the other two old Taoists who saw it first were also very horrified, and the turbid old eyes stared like copper bells.

They have been comprehending the numerology of the Dao of Heaven for hundreds of years, and they can understand the meaning of each other with only half of each sentence. Naturally, they know that the so-called "destroying the Dao of Heaven" does not mean destroying the Dao of Heaven in the true sense. The Dao of Heaven is elusive and uncertain, whether it exists or not is still controversial, no one can touch it, it has no substance, and it is impossible to be destroyed. The "destroying the way of heaven" mentioned here refers to changing the course of the world with something beyond the way of heaven, without destroying the way of heaven and the world, but destroying the way of heaven over the world, and for the way of heaven, this is the same as destroying the world The difference is not big.

Perhaps Anyang did not change the world much in the first place, and it could be easily corrected, but so many troops, high officials, sudden wars, modernization reforms, education and promotion of science and technology and Taoism, science and technology Item implantation is not within the jurisdiction of this Heavenly Dao, and it may not be able to be corrected for a while. And this kind of change is not just one or two times. People who do not belong to this world headed by Anyang will continue to change the world, making the illusory heaven exhausted and completely losing the ability to plan the trajectory of the world.

In this way, Tiandao will no longer have the ability to control the Shenzhou process at least for a long time, which is equivalent to being abolished directly.

Several people looked at each other in dismay, and after a long time, it turned into a long sigh.

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

"Oh, it's fine."

...

The distant Misty Peak is probably the same.

However, Misty Peak's accomplishments in numerology are far more than that of Kunlun Mountain. They are more capable, and their intuition is sharper. The Holy Land of Taoism, the distance between the two is only a few thousand miles, and the light cavalry troops in the mortal world can reach it in ten days at most...

As a result, they directly gave up the plan of deduction.

Sure enough, before the evening, a formation with sharp-blade mechas as the main body, heavy hammer mechas as supplements, and two trial mechas mixed with them had already approached the Misty Peak.

Just as the disciples were in a state of uncertainty, the Supreme Elder gave the highest order.

Give up resistance!

In less than half a column of incense, this celestial force with a sense of science fiction and power set foot on the hall of Misty Peak, and presented more than ten badges to control the top of Misty Peak.

This victory was probably the easiest.

Misty Peak also relied on the last prying into the numerology of the Heavenly Dao, and became the only monastic holy place that the Heavenly Soldiers recovered without opening fire, and was able to preserve all the power.

...

Dianzhou Prefecture, one of the twenty-six prefectures of the Dayi Dynasty, is located in the central part and has always been prosperous, with people coming and going on the streets.

Recently, a festival called "Shangjie" in the Dayi Dynasty was approaching. As a result, the capital of Dianzhou was still overcrowded at noon, and people were rushing to each other, just like going to a market in the early morning. In two days, there will be the largest temple fair of the year hosted by Nanzuo Temple. There is also a lantern show every night, and there is an endless stream of passers-by.

The young man hoped to meet a peerless beauty at the temple fair, as it was written in The Love Story, while the scholar in Tsing Yi looked to be able to write poems at the lantern fair to become famous, and jumped into the eyes of dignitaries and ladies. The young women also hope to meet a handsome boy at the temple fair, or to find a romantic scholar to spend a good time with. After all, this is the season when they can have fun, either relax and play around, or they have to look for themselves. A Ruyi Langjun, otherwise "commercial solution" will be meaningless to them.

There are also monks who take to the streets to ask for money when there are many people, or to deceive the world by saying some unintelligible Buddhist teachings, hoping to add more sesame oil to their temples.

The streets are filled with the aroma of meat buns, and of course the smell of sweat on people's bodies. The shops selling Yangchun noodles or tea on the street are full of people. No matter who they are at this moment, they seem to be very happy, even if they are hungry and yellow-skinned. The best clothes on his body are also patched, and they are also full of smiles. Even the beggar no longer pretends to be pitiful, and smiles and stretches out the broken bowl in his hand.

A monk in a yellow monk robe sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a circle of people, most of whom were too bored, listening to him say some interesting words among the crowd.

"Buddha is not far away in Lingshan, and Lingshan is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan Pagoda, so that they can build under the Lingshan Pagoda."

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

"The Buddha is only in our hearts. Master once taught the young monks that the Buddha is not a god who is ever-changing and can answer every request, nor is he a ubiquitous and omnipotent savior. The Buddha is an enlightened person with perfect wisdom and virtue, and a teacher The teacher of the method of eliminating afflictions, whenever we cleanse our hearts, we can follow his shining pure golden light."

"Ah, the foreword doesn't match the last one. Then you say that Buddha is not a god, so where are the gods?"

"Amitabha, the little monk has only seen Buddha when he is devout, but he has never seen immortals, and the little monk does not believe in immortals. That being the case, in the little monk's heart, there is no immortal in the world!"

After the monk in yellow finished speaking, he found that the crowd did not listen to him, and he didn't care much. He was here to save the world, but this was also related to fate. He heard that it was their creation, but he couldn't listen to himself. It's done without shame. It is true that many of the words he has said are not as attractive as that street juggling, so ordinary people look away, thinking that the person has no connection with the Buddha.

But soon he found that these people were not attracted by juggling, but stared blankly at the sky, making bursts of exclamations.

There seemed to be a whistling sound in his ears.

The monk in yellow immediately raised his head, but saw silhouettes reflecting light flying through the air at high speed, some as small as reptiles, some as big as the faces pinched by an old man on the street, but they were all human figures, facing the ground. The way to soar the sky, like overlooking the earth, leaving white marks on the blue sky.

This, this is...

The monk in yellow was still hesitating, and the people on the ground were already panicking, and some fell to the ground.

"Gods, gods, gods, gods and spirits have solved the business!"

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

However, these figures did not pay attention to them. They passed by themselves, most of them lined up in neat formations and did not stop. Some flying low would cause a scream that pierced the eardrums, but they were regarded as showing immortals. The thunder of identity caused the commoners to cover their ears one after another, and at the same time fell to the ground more reverently, some who yearned for peace, and some who repented of their sins.

Even the monk in yellow folded his hands together and closed his eyes.

This is the reflection of the Buddha in the world, it is the kind deed of the Buddha to save the world, it is the Buddha's way to promote itself, and it is the key to purify the miscellaneous desires.

He said to himself in his heart.

However, until there was a rumbling sound of thunder, the formation of transport planes that had not been fully equipped with "silent flight technology" whizzed past. In the eyes of everyone, they looked like huge silver falcons. They wanted to rummage through the legends to find out the records of this divine bird. However, it was limited to the narrow scope of knowledge and had to give up.

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

The transport planes whizzed past, but cast hundreds of figures like raindrops. The armor reflected light under the sunlight, and the high-speed falling bodies caused them to slide down like rays of light, and they were only turned on when they were close to the ground for auxiliary power and emergency. Regulating propeller. I saw a flash of white dazzling flames, and in less than a second, they offset the huge impact of the fall, and then the heavy metal body slammed to the ground from a height of ten meters, hitting the ground and trembling. It even smashed the old and weather-resistant bluestone slabs.

Boom!

Boom!

...

Figures reflecting the light fell one after another, and landed on the street where people came and went, like a heavenly soldier wearing metal armor. Weapons, power switches and electronic safety switches on, and start patrolling around and scanning for threats.

All that can be seen is a group of panicked civilians.

(The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and can eat beautiful moon cakes. If some readers are happy and donate a piece of moon cake money, the golden color will not be begging on the street with a bowl. By the way, I also wish Happy birthday to Teacher Qingqing, happy-birthday!)

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