Chapter 466 When the Divine Power Is as Great as the Prison

Chapter 466: When the power of the gods is as strong as prison...

"Amitabha."

Yinyue was quite satisfied with Yu Fengxian's reaction and answer.

This rebellious female disciple still has something of interest to her.

I just don’t know how to fight, and I feel a little uneasy.

"I have something to say beforehand. The purpose of teaching you the palm technique is to let you compete with extremely powerful people. If you are afraid, you can regret it now."

"A very powerful person?"

Yu Fengxian rolled his eyes and already knew who the great monk was talking about, and his tone changed:

"If you don't tell me, I also want to see the supreme master!"

"Supreme Grand Master..."

Yinyue clasped his hands together and suddenly fell silent. After a while, he said:

"Lao Na's palm technique is a technique recorded by the martial arts sage Lu Chen in the 'Great Sun Tathagata Palm Sutra'..."

really!

Yu Fengxian's eyes lit up.

Coming from a noble family, even if she doesn't like to write or write, her knowledge is unparalleled by ordinary people, especially from the sages of martial arts.

As the beginning of martial arts and the first of the three supreme masters, Lu Chen's deeds are more than just thunderous to her ears.

Lu Chen was born in the first year of the Great Unification. In the thirteenth year, he went to sea with three thousand alchemists to search for the elixir of life. It was he who uncovered the ancient legends that had been buried in the dust!

He organized various martial arts techniques and established the foundation of martial arts, which have been used by people for thousands of years. His reputation among warriors is simply indescribable.

Yinyue said slowly:

"I don't think I need to elaborate too much on Lu Chen's deeds. He is a strong man who truly broke the times. This type of divine palm is unknown, but its power is truly incredible."

"Unbelievable?"

Yu Fengxian came to his senses. Although Lu Chen's reputation was great, martial arts was not an immortal way. The older he was, the more powerful he was.

Most of her interest in this palm technique came from Lu Chen's reputation. She expected that no matter how strong it was, it would not be as strong as the undefeated Tiangang passed down from her family.

But this great monk...

"There are always some people in this world who are not bound by the times and are as bright as the sun, making it difficult for people to look directly at them. Such people cannot be seen with ordinary eyes..."

Yinyue said, turning around:

"follow me!"

One after another, the two walked for half a day, from noon to evening, and arrived at a barren mountain that was still some distance away from Big Toad Mountain.

Swish, swish, swish~

The great monk, who was twice as tall as an ordinary person, leaned down and used his thick palms to push aside the bushes and sand on the cliff.

Under it is a stone statue of Buddha. It seems that it has been through the ages, its face has been blurred, and its body is also bumpy.

He sits in half lotus position, with his left foot hanging down, his left hand resting on his navel chakra, and his right hand hanging down touching the ground.

It was clearly a very broken Buddha statue, but in Yu Fengxian's perception, it seemed to be more graceful, more majestic, and more sacred than the giant Buddha made of pure gold in the temple.

"This Buddha statue?!"

Yu Fengxian's eyes widened.

With her martial arts attainments, how could she not overlook the skill of the person who carved this Buddha statue?

The will was so strong that she couldn't help but hold her breath.

"According to legend, Lu Shen traveled eastward to seek immortality. In the vast ocean, he saw the true face of the Buddha, and through this, he gained the astonishing knowledge of martial arts..."

Yinyue bowed for a long time, stood up and told the origin of this palm technique.

Yu Fengxian listened very carefully.

"...This palm technique is so wonderful that it even goes beyond the scope of martial arts. I will teach you the palm technique today. If there is any difficulty in Dayan Temple in the future, you should help me."

Yinyue said.

"Great monk, I cannot promise you this."

Unexpectedly, Yu Fengxian shook his head.

"Why?"

Yinyue is neither happy nor angry.

"Um……"

Yu Fengxian pondered for a while, but decided to tell the truth:

"Not every Taoist priest is a good Taoist priest, and not every monk is a good monk. Dachan Temple has been prosperous for thousands of years, and some things can no longer be suppressed."

Yinyue was slightly startled.

"After your death, Da Chan Temple will fall apart. Although it still has the title of the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, it will never be able to return to its current glory."

"..."

Yinyue's face sank like water, and she remained silent for a long time.

Yu Fengxian ignored him and looked at the Buddha statue carefully. That palm technique was in this Buddha statue?

"This Buddha statue..."

Yu Fengxian looked at the Buddha statue, and suddenly saw an obscure line of ancient seal script on the stone wall where the Buddha's right hand landed.

Involuntarily, he muttered:

"When the power of the gods is as strong as prison..."

…

…

In just one battle, Yang Yu had already collected enough people to learn Xuankongshan martial arts, and there were many more.

There are naturally many experts in the Lisheng Cult who can be sent to this fairyland, but for Yang Yu now, they are not even a problem.

Even if the sword is not unsheathed and the ghost baby is held in one hand, the battle starts to end in less than half a cup of tea.

When the Taoist monks from Xuankong Mountain heard the news and came over, they saw rivers of blood flowing in the forest, but there was no sign of half a living person?

After descending to Xuankong Mountain, Yang Prison did not go anywhere else. He first found a decent restaurant nearby and ordered three large tables of food and wine.

Under the horrified gazes of the diners, one person swept them all away.

The vegetarian food at Xuankong Mountain tastes really good. After half a year, it has become tasteless. After going down the mountain, it is natural to change the taste.

In the medium-sized tavern, there was still the sound of storytelling in a mellow tone. Yang Yu ordered a cup of hot tea and listened to the music leisurely.

Over the years, his spirit has been too tense, and he rarely has free time. At this time, his mind is relaxed, and he has a different feeling.

"One yin and one yang..."

Yang Yu was thoughtful.

"By the way, since that hero Wang got some advice from his visit to Master Zhang, his martial arts have been making rapid progress. In just a few years, he was able to break through the Mysterious Entrance and be promoted to Grand Master!

He challenged everywhere and won every battle. His reputation was so great that he attracted countless disciples from aristocratic families to become his disciples. "

"It's a pity that such a person has fallen so high on Qifeng Tianbi!"

In the tavern, the storyteller shook his head.

His story-telling skills were far inferior to Li Eryi's, but Yang Yu listened with great interest, and even gave him money to reward and urge him.

The storyteller thanked him profusely and started speaking earnestly:

"You don't know, but there are four monsters living on that strange peak 'higher than the sky'!"

"...The four demons of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning had an extraordinary life. With the help of a combined attack, they managed to escape from Master Zhang with their lives. So far, they have become famous all over the world and are feared by the world."

"Although the hero Wang has opened the entrance, how can he stand against these four ferocious men who possess magical powers of wind, rain, thunder and lightning? Not only did he die, but his flesh and blood were also devoured by crows. It was so tragic!"

There were a lot of guests in the tavern, and at this time, they were all attracted by the storyteller. There was really little fun these days.

In addition to taverns, there are also brothels. In broad daylight, there are naturally more people listening to books than music.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning..."

Yang Prison thought.

In the sleeve robe, the ghost fetus finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore:

"Nonsense! Are they worthy of mastering wind, rain, thunder and lightning? They are just a 'wind monster'!"

Yang Yu did not comment and drank tea slowly.

This ghost was really too thick. Along the way, he took it out and pinched it from time to time, but it did too much damage.

Of course, this was also the reason why he had not yet made up his mind to deal with this ghost baby.

It was not difficult to kill this ghost baby, but what was difficult was how to suppress the remaining pages of the Book of Hell in his body. Even a sloppy Taoist would treat something with caution, so he naturally did not dare to be careless.

"You would rather listen to that kid's nonsense than listen to the words of this god?!"

The ghost baby was furious and his eyes were red.

Yang Yu said nonchalantly:

“If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go.”

In a word, this little thing almost exploded with anger, but when he felt the palm on the back of his neck, he had to hold his nose and endure it.

But it is naturally impossible for him to say good things.

He didn't say anything, and Yang Yu was not in a hurry. After listening to the normal story, he walked around on the street again before finding an inn to stay.

Entering the room, the ghost baby's mind became a little active.

But before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he actually saw ‘himself’?

"Book of the Underworld?!"

"Book of Life and Death!"

A frightened and angry voice came from the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror seemed to be greatly frightened, and the mirror surface was distorted.

"what?"

The ghost baby was also startled, but he quickly came to his senses:

"Longyuan City God?!"

"City God?"

Looking at the person in the mirror, Yang Yu was a little surprised: "Are you still the City God?"

"It's not a book of life and death, it's a little devil!"

Facing the ghostly figure who revealed his identity, the City God in the mirror looked extremely gloomy and frightened to the extreme.

In the Mustard Seed Space, no time passes. For him, just a moment ago he was still worried about the book of life and death, but in the blink of an eye, he had already seen it!

"Just a little city god, kneel down when you see me! The sins on the book of life and death will be cut in half, otherwise, the sins will be increased one level and you will go to the underworld of hell!"

The ghost baby's voice suddenly became majestic.

"Hahaha! Don't say that you are just a brat under the judge's seat. Even if you are really a broken page of the book of hell, what qualifications do you have to judge this god?!"

The city god in the mirror was already laughing out loud:

"This priest's duties may overlap with those of the underworld, but he is the true god listed in the 'Heavenly Book'! You are worthy of it!"

In a room with only one light, two monsters who both claimed to be gods attacked each other, doing extremely ugly things.

Yang Yu did not dissuade him. He held a mirror in one hand and pinched the ghost in the other. His expression was subtle, but his heart was a little solemn.

Whether it was the kid under the judge or the so-called local city god, their appearance once again verified the tide theory of Sanxiao Sanren.

The return of gods and demons? !

A quarrel lasted for a long time, and it wasn't until the two men started yelling at each other again that Yang Yu intervened.

Click!

The two sounds became one, and the 'two gods' were crushed at the same time, and the noise stopped abruptly.

"mortal!"

"Ants!"

Click!

"Fan..."

"Police..."

Click!

"..."

Click!

Squeezing the 'two gods' flat again, Yang Yu's face was expressionless:

"Continue?"

There was no response, the ghost infant's eyes were dripping with blood, and the City God's face in the mirror was livid. The severe pain and shame made them tremble all over.

But feeling the cold eyes, I finally endured it.

"For Yang, a mere mortal, it would be too much to have two 'gods' around him..."

After scanning the two freaks, Yang Yu said calmly:

"Who dies and who lives?"

Good night everyone. I recommend a book called "Simulation of Immortal Cultivation: Gou Dao Qian Dao Dao". If you are interested, you can check it out.