Chapter 1535 How Is This Heart?

Dead silence.

The entire Buddha Palm Square fell into an unspeakable dead silence.

For the monks below the stage, this was a battle that was too difficult to describe. Thousands of words were on the tip of their tongues, and they didn't know how to express their feelings.

Who can say that Jinghai is not strong?

He even experienced the terrifying combination of Jiang Wang's skills that broke Yi Tang, and he survived without missing any of the aftermath.

Looking at all the outer building strongmen that Jiang Wang had fought along the way, Jinghai's defense should be the best.

But in the battle that took place on the Dragon Subduing Platform today, from beginning to end, the rhythm was under Jiang Wang's control, without a single deviation.

The first move of the Thunder Sound Flame Bird was too sudden, too spiritual, and too powerful!

The use of the real person's thunder sound directly resulted in a suppressive result.

The superimposed Five Senses Hell was also a nearly perfect response, maximizing the power of the Thunder Sound Flame Bird.

As a result, Jinghai had to immediately use the Immortal Dragon Subduing Golden Body and the Six Vajra Mantras to protect his body. Otherwise, he would not have a chance to breathe, and there would be no possibility of counterattack.

But at the gambling table, the first person to reveal the strongest trump card is always difficult to win.

Jiang Wang took the lead, and then he took the lead every step.

After the Five Senses Hell, there was the Flame Flower Burning City, which was directly exploded into a fire realm, and then the Flame Flower Burning City fell in the fire realm.

Then the top sword turned into a human-shaped sword.

Seal method, pupil technique, secret method, Taoist technique, magical power, swordsmanship... everything is from the heart, everything is calm!

He truly integrated all that he had learned and thought, and turned a wonderful battle that should have been tit-for-tat into a one-sided performance.

On the Dragon Subduing Platform, in front of Master Kubing, the head monk of the Dragon Subduing Temple, the old monk Kujue, and all the monks below the stage, he performed his gorgeous and brilliant offensive, and powerfully broke the myth of the immortal dragon subduing golden body in the same realm!

Why did he need Jingli to tell Jinghai's weakness?

He directly broke the golden body with Jinghai's strongest golden body and the strongest defense.

From the beginning to the end, Jinghai, the monk who was the first in the outer building of the Hanging Temple, just opened an immortal dragon subduing golden body and a six-way Vajra Mantra at the beginning.

Originally, he wanted to use this to fight for a breath and free up his hands to counterattack, but he couldn't fight for it in one breath.

Trying his best, he only added a thunder sound and a six-way Vajra Mantra...

And these, plus the power of the way he released, were just his exhaustion under Jiang Wang's surging offensive.

His immortal golden body of the dragon-subduing has always been the battlefield of the confrontation between the two sides. He can only continue to bear it until the string becomes tighter and tighter, and even reaches the limit.

The head of the Dragon-Subduing Academy, Ku Bing, has a complicated look in his eyes.

The start of the whole battle was actually the thunder sound he accidentally released.

In other words, his direct disciple was beaten from beginning to end and couldn't fight back, and he also contributed to it... This made it difficult for him to not feel complicated.

Jing Hai's paper strength will never be weaker than Jiang Wang, and he should even have an advantage because of his mastery of the power of the Tao.

But the understanding of the battle between the two sides is not at the same level.

With Ku Bing's realm, he would not deceive himself. Judging from the performance of this battle, even if there was no thunder sound, the result of the battle would probably not change. At most, Jing Hai would show a few more tricks...

But he couldn't help but think that it would be good to show a few more tricks.

It would save some old guy from being so proud!

Next to Ku Bing, the old monk Ku Jue smiled and wrinkled his old face, just like a blooming old camellia.

None of them paid attention to Jinghai.

Jinghai's current condition is that he needs to wait for the self-repair of the Immortal Dragon Subduing Golden Body.

Of course, he is not dead, nor has he suffered any irreversible injuries.

Jiang Wang had already put away his sword in time after breaking his Immortal Dragon Subduing Golden Body.

At this moment, the bleeding from all seven orifices seems terrifying, but it is just a coma. Of course, a few months of recuperation is inevitable.

Jiang Wang stood on the stage, and as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by the burning eyes of Monk Jingli.

He couldn't help but say: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Monk Jingli looked up with admiration on his face: "Junior brother, you are so powerful!"

A cultivator in the God Realm, showing admiration for a cultivator in the Outer Building Realm, it seems like irony no matter how you say it.

But in Jingli's case, it must be from the heart and true feelings.

Of course he is very strong. With Jinghai, who has the Immortal Dragon Subduing Golden Body, he can put on a cloth bag and beat him anytime and anywhere. No matter how much people look down on his master, they cannot deny his talent. What Liuli Buddha, what little holy monk... but his junior brother is really amazing!

Jiang Wang smiled, shifted his gaze, and looked at the yellow-faced old monk.

He has seen this old monk many times.

Every time he saw him, he was dusty and had no grace of a real person in the world.

He had been scolded by this old monk, beaten by this old monk, and saved by this old monk.

He naturally had complex and unspeakable emotions in his heart.

When he was in Dongwang Valley before, Chong Xuansheng sent another letter. This journey of asking for swords was also complete, and he did not plan to go down.

The reason why the last battle before returning to Qi was to choose the Hanging Temple.

Just because——

Outside Qi, the last battle to verify all his practice in Wailou Realm.

He... hoped to let Kujue witness it.

Kujue originally smiled like an old camellia, smiling complacently and triumphantly,

Originally, no matter how indifferent, resisted or distanced himself from Jiang Wang, he could always say with a shy face that this was his good disciple! This is a peerless genius who was trained by himself!

He can announce to the whole world that he has left the mountain gate with his front legs, and run back with his back legs.

He can announce to everyone that he is the next abbot of Xuankong Temple, even if he does not hold any position in Xuankong Temple.

He has nothing to be embarrassed about.

He never knew what dough was.

But at this moment, facing Jiang Wang's eyes.

He suddenly became a little nervous.

"Why are you looking at Lord Buddha like this?" He had a bad expression on his face.

Jiang Wang watched the old monk quietly for a while.

Then he bowed deeply to him on the stage.

"Thank you."

He said: "No matter why you came to me in the first place, or why you took care of me."

"Jiang Wangming is very grateful for your life-saving grace many times."

"Although I have tens of thousands of stones on my shoulders, I cannot enter the empty door. I am always alone and cannot perform the teacher's rituals. But I still have the friendship of the teacher in my heart."

"Jiang Wang's parents died, and there are no elders alive. Although he often laughs with you, he treats you like a close relative in his heart."

"This journey eastward ends here. My practice, my intention, with this battle, please bear witness!"

The old monk Kujue's wrinkled old face spread out for a while and then wrinkled again. It was unclear whether he was laughing or crying.

"My mother's legs." He finally said: "You are so stupid, but you made them quite touching."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and dug around, and took out a yellowed torn book: "You said it so sincerely, Lord Buddha, if I don't teach you anything, it will be difficult to end it."

Jiang Wang suddenly woke up and couldn't care less about the past emotions: "Ah, no need, no need, this -"

Isn’t this just a solid master-disciple relationship? !

But Ku Jue was already face to face with him in one step. She didn't even care about what he said. She just stuffed the old book into his arms and lifted it up with a kick!

By the time Jiang Wang reacted, he was already outside the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple.

What a dream!

At that time, the believers at the foot of the mountain were like ants, and they could vaguely hear the ringing of the bell. There are a few clouds in the sky, and strange faces appear in a trance.

Ruyi Xianyi shook slightly to disperse the shoe sole marks on his buttocks. Jiang Wang took out the yellowed torn book in his arms and was speechless for a moment.

He stuffed the old and yellow book back and walked away with his feet on the blue clouds.

In a moment, he left Xuankong Temple and headed towards Qi State.

…

In the strong wind and flowing clouds passing by, the figure in blue shirt holding a sword suddenly stopped.

Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, his expression changed for a while, and finally he took out the torn book that Kujue had forced into his arms. When I opened it and took a look, I saw a line of Taoist characters on the title page, which was full of wonderful ideas. It was--

Watch at ease.

This is the supreme secret method of Guanshiyuan of Xuankong Temple! It is the world's top method for practicing ear consciousness.

These four words.

That is to say, practicing in this life is nothing more than contemplation of oneself.

In other words, this is a pair of ears that "see freedom".

And the method recorded above comes from the outer tower and the presence of gods, and even leads to the truth! The value of the practice of ear consciousness that directly leads to the real people in this world is immeasurable.

Jiang Wang looked at these four words for a long time and felt heavy.

Holding this yellowed old book in my hand, I felt a little strange.

Jiang Wang flipped back and found a few pieces of paper torn from nowhere in this ugly, tattered book.

They were tucked into the pages of the book very casually. They may have been hastily hidden when they were hidden, and they were as messy as the monk's robes.

Very untidy.

Jiang Wang picked up the paper, looked at it briefly, and found that what was recorded on it was the art of sound killing.

It is called the Thunder Sound of the Vajra that Subdues the Outsiders.

It is the art of killing with sound and the method of subduing heretics.

There is no doubt that it is the secret method taught in Jianglongyuan, and it is even very likely that it is the basis of Leiyin, the first suffering of Jianglongyuan.

These two secret techniques seemed to be tailor-made for the current Jiang Wang, perfectly fitting his current situation. Once the practice is successful, he can immediately catch up with the level of Yi Tang in the Renxin Pavilion and reach the limit of this state.

The old monk Kujue really put his mind into it.

But as soon as he learned these two secret techniques, the reality of his and Ku Jue's master-disciple status was already determined.

Although Ku Jue had helped him a lot before, he had never formally learned a single move from Ku Jue. Therefore, I can still maintain myself, I can be a favor, a share is a share, and I can say with confidence that I will not enter Buddhism.

This time he came to Xuankong Temple, and under the witness of Ku Jue, he completed the last battle of this sword trial journey, which was an explanation for all the experiences between him and Ku Jue.

He made it clear that he was treated like a close relative and had a sense of mentorship in his heart. But stick to your own path, don't seek outsiders, and don't enter Buddhism.

Ku Jue's response was to give him a kick with these two secret techniques.

At this moment, Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, as if he could see Ku Jue's yellow and wrinkled old face, smiling and saying to him -

There is a sense of mentorship in my heart. Treat her like a close relative, I agree.

If you don't enter the empty gate...hehe, I'll try again.

Good disciple, sooner or later you have to realize that everything in this world is in vain.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, took out a Qi Dao coin and threw it high into the sky.

He decided to leave everything to God.

If it lands heads, practice. If it's the other way around, don't practice.

But when the knife coin fell to half.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

He said to himself: "Forget it. Why bother? How can I be a person who depends on God's will?"

There are traces in the skies, traces left in the journey, I am going alone, asking my mind but not God's will.

How do you feel about this? Why should you deceive yourself and others?

So I simply opened the book in the clouds and continued to fly while studying this concept.

At this time, he has integrated everything he has learned in the past, and he has enough energy to study new techniques and not waste his time.

…

…

In the Dragon Subduing Courtyard.

The giant Buddha remains firm, and his image is still in the eternal clouds and mist.

Everything on the Dragon Subduing Platform is in the palm of the giant Buddha, and it seems to be in control of world affairs.

The wisdom of Buddha is beyond comprehension. The majesty of Buddha pervades ancient and modern times.

Those who practice Buddhism in the world are just approaching greatness throughout their lives.

And those who can achieve greatness, looking at the long river of time, are very few.

The World Honored One was born at the end of ancient times, when the second generation of human emperors, the Xiong clan, built the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

At that time, Taoism was still the mainstream of spiritual practice, and Confucianism and Legalism had emerged.

He witnessed the horror of the demonic tide destroying the world, and also experienced the end of the ancient era.

After the demonic tide, many ordinary people's hearts have nowhere to take refuge. With His supreme mercy, He saves the world with His bare feet.

At the most, there were three thousand followers, and at the least, there was only one person left.

People are constantly following Him, and people are constantly leaving Him.

It passed the end of the ancient times and achieved greatness in the medieval times. He showed great brilliance in the war between the third generation human emperor Lieshan clan and the Dragon Emperor in the sea.

Then the tradition was passed down to the present day.

The Buddha's heart and mind are unknowable.

Standing in the Buddha's Palm Square, Kubing stared at Kujue fiercely: "What did you give him?"

"I'm my disciple, I give you whatever I like, do you have any control over it?!"

Ku feels like saliva is flying everywhere, and he feels confident. It seems that the [Guan Zi Zai Er] he gave Jiang Wang was indeed his own secret technique, not something stolen from Guanshiyuan. It seems that the [Vajra Thunder Sound of Subduing Outsiders] he gave to Jiang Wang was not just stolen from the Dragon Subduing Courtyard...

The bitter illness really frightened him. With a snort, he picked up the unconscious Jinghai and left.

There was a movement of bald heads in the audience, the sunlight reflected like waves, and all the monks left the stage one after another.

Ku Jue paid no attention to anyone, took a step forward, and walked out arrogantly.

My disciple is better than all of your disciples!

Jingli pressed the bamboo hat on his bald head with one hand and followed him quickly.

"Master, master, junior brother is so awesome!"

"You've already said it once!"

"Master, I mean, you teach so well, you are worthy of being the abbot of our Xuankong Temple!"

"Come on. Tell us!"

The two bald heads walked down the Dragon Platform one after another, laughing and joking.

Apart from them, probably no one else would believe in the knowledge of suffering, the experience of suffering, and the wisdom of suffering.

But Sanbaoshan is their home.

Monk.

Seeking "home" in the empty door.