Chapter 87 "Natural Disaster"
On the north side of "Liushaji", there is a small hill facing the vast sea. The sun and wind blow, and the rocks are gradually exposed and covered with gravel. In some places, they are even dark brown, smooth and hard, which makes people feel weird. Feeling of fear.
On the other side of the hill, underground rivers flowed, trees grew everywhere, and there was a breath of spring. There was an oasis at the foot of the hill, where the nearby herdsmen graze their animals. It was evening, and they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly along the mountain road with their master, heading towards the not too high peak. As they walked, he restrained his other thoughts and asked with concern: "Master, since you asked us "Beware of the crying old man and his disciples. Can you tell us their characteristics in detail? At least this way we won't be blind to them and reveal their identities."
Xuanbei nodded lightly: "Master is about to tell you that the crying old man is a dark-skinned old man with deep wrinkles. He likes to wear a black turban and a white burqa. The most distinctive feature is his eyes, which have double pupils and a strange shape. , whether he is laughing or angry, he looks like he is crying. He is greedy for power, moody, and cruel. It is best for you to stay away from him. "
Zhenhui looked like she was listening to Jianghu allusions with great interest. Meng Qi was also very focused. He didn't want to run into the hands of Master's biggest enemy. With his current strength, the opponent would not move or move. If he takes action, the realm pressure alone can kill him.
"The Crying Old Man has three proud disciples, all of whom are masters who have stepped into the field. Among them, the most powerful 'Tianhuang Master' has died at the hands of his master." When Xuan Bei mentioned "Tianhuang Master", he still said There was a momentary wave of emotion.
Meng Qi said in surprise: "Master, the crying old man only has three disciples on location?"
Is it too little? His power is nothing more than this!
"Young Master?" , In addition, he also has friendships with some vicious people and evil spirits, and they often join forces. "
Because there are many eminent monks in Shaolin who practice dry meditation and face the wall, the specific number of exterior scenes has never been clear to outsiders.
Meng Qi laughed dryly, feeling embarrassed again because of his shallow knowledge: "Master, do you mean that the crying old man only has three disciples, and they are all on location?"
He forced his thoughts back.
Xuan Bei did not reveal it: "The crying old man protects his shortcomings but is cruel. All the disciples who dissatisfied him died in his hands. Those who can survive are the best among them, and their number is naturally rare."
"That's it." Meng Qi felt a little lucky when he heard that. Fortunately, he was traveling through time in Shaolin. If one of the disciples of the Crying Old Man had been possessed at that time, he would have been tortured long ago and his soul was gone.
"Master, it's terrible to cry for an old man..." Silly Zhenhui was startled. He had always thought that it was only natural for a master to be good to his disciples, and for a senior brother to be good to his junior brother. On the other hand, it was also natural for a disciple to be good to his master and his junior brother to be good to his senior brother. Same.
Huh, you used to be righteous and confident, but now your outlook on things has been refreshed, right? Meng Qi cursed secretly.
Xuanbei comforted him and said: "The crying old man is evil and stubborn, and is naturally different from my righteous sect."
Then he continued: "The two remaining disciples of the crying old man, one is Yanshi Che, the prince of 'Halle', and the other is Zeroju, the horse bandit who crosses the vast sea. They are both first-class masters..."
He introduced the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yanshiche and Zeluoju in detail so that his disciples could distinguish them. For example, Yanshiche had golden eyes, red eyes with open eyebrows, and a faint aura of gods. He still looked like a young man in his forties, and his appearance He is as handsome as a god, for example, Zeluoju is good at wielding a saber and has a full beard. His left eye was gouged out because he did something that the old man was dissatisfied with, so he was nicknamed "The Evil Sword of the Hanhai".
The so-called first-class master is a title standard given by the Jin Dynasty royal family when they compiled the list of people in the world. Because it incorporates many conventional things, many people use it.
After the exterior scene, you need to cross three heavenly ladders, so there will be a qualitative change in every third heaven. Once you break through, your strength will be much stronger than before. It is the realm that is overwhelming. Among them, the seven, eight, eight, and nine heavens in the exterior scene are collectively called "grandmasters", and Duan "Grandmasters" like Xiang Fei and Cui Xu are completely different. The strong ones in the fourth, fifth and sixth heavens are called "top masters", while those in the first, second and third heavens are "first-rate masters".
And above the peak of the exterior scene, there is another level, which is the half-step dharma body, which is also a qualitative change, and is called the "grand master", while the half-step exterior scene is considered a "second-rate master".
Nine orifices opening at the same time is "three-rate", six, seven or eight orifices are "four-rate", two or four orifices are "ordinary".
Below the level of enlightenment, depending on the amount of Qi stored and the level of martial arts, it is called "nine-rate or un-rate". When Meng Qi exchanged for the Iron Cloth Shirt, Jiang Zhiwei would joke that he was considered an un-rate master.
While listening, Meng Qi carefully noted down the characteristics of Yanshi Che and Zero Ju so that he could avoid them in advance.
After talking about Yanshi Che and Zeluoju, Xuanbei did not stop: "The crying old man's disciples were also killed by him, leaving only a dozen or so. Among them, the strongest ones were two fierce men with all nine orifices opened, and one The leader of the seventy-two bandits in Helian Mountain is ‘Lidi Yama’ You Huaduo, and the other is the lone bandit ‘White-headed Vulture’ An Guoxie…”
He briefly introduced the remaining 17 or 18 enlightened disciples of the crying old man, focusing on their appearance. For example, "Land Yama" looked honest and simple, like an old farmer, with a thumb-sized black mole at the corner of his eyebrow, and "White-headed Vulture" An Guoxie had white hair when he was young. Now he is only in his thirties, but his hair is already white. He is cruel and likes to torture others...
Xuan Bei's timing was very accurate. After he finished speaking, he just walked to the top of the mountain. There were many straight dead trees here.
He sighed with sorrow, stopped in front of a tree twisted like a dragon, and whispered: "My two young sons are buried here. If they didn't die, they would be as old as you."
The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing. Meng Qi and Zhenhui didn't know what to say, so they could only accompany their master in sadness.
After an unknown amount of time, Xuanbei suddenly spoke up, self-deprecatingly saying, "Master was absent-minded today, and forgot to buy some incense and candles, and also forgot to bring the handwritten "Prajna Sutra" to burn here. Zhending, Zhenhui, you go back to the inn to get the "Prajna Sutra", and buy some incense and candles by the way."
"Yes, Master." Although Meng Qi felt that Master was not a person who paid too much attention to these formalities, after all, his two young sons were buried here, so it was okay to be a little special, so he suppressed his doubts and agreed immediately.
After going down the mountain and returning to Liushaji, Meng Qi's mind became active. Isn't this a great opportunity to escape?
The master was far away in the mountain, and because of the tomb sweeping, he was distracted. As long as he sent the little junior brother away, he could fly freely!
"Little junior brother, let's do it separately. You go back to the inn to get the "Prajna Sutra", and I'll go buy incense and candles." Meng Qi thought and did it.
Although he felt that it was a bit sorry for the master to take this opportunity to escape, the opportunity was rare and could not be missed!
Zhenhui did not doubt him, smiled and agreed, and ran into the inn. Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and walked quickly to the other side of the market.
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On the top of the mountain, the wind was cold.
Xuanbei looked at the dead tree in front of him, and a string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand at some point.
This was a string of dark gold Buddhist beads, with three pure black beads mixed in it.
"I didn't expect you to come here to stop me." He said lightly.
"I have always been avenged. I knew you were going to the Vajra Temple as soon as I recovered from my injury, so I waited for you here. You will definitely come." Behind the tree, a dark and thin old man stood hunched over, as if he had been standing here all along.
He had a black scarf on his head and a white robe on his body. There were two pupils in each eye, and his eyes were drooping, as if he was crying.
Xuan Bei said without anger or joy: "Crying old man, you guessed it right."
"Do you think that if you send your two disciples away, they can survive? Although I am too lazy to take care of them, there are several disciples waiting below." The crying old man coughed twice, as if he was a frail old man.
His disciples had to help him preside over the affairs of "Haler" and Hanhai, and they were busy, so he only brought a few disciples.
Xuan Bei still had a dead face: "If we don't send them away, they will be dead in the aftermath of our battle, and they still have a chance of survival below."
His realm is inferior to the crying old man. He is not afraid of fighting himself, but he is unable to protect his disciples from the aftermath.
"You mean Jiu Niang? Humph, I don't think she dares!" The crying old man didn't care at all. He raised his right hand, and suddenly a series of black ghosts appeared around him, crying and shouting, making people's scalps numb and their minds shaken. Those with slightly weaker strength will immediately have their souls taken away.
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Meng Qi was about to walk out of the village when he suddenly discovered that countless winds and sands were rolling up from the vast sea on the other side. Within a radius of a hundred miles, there were flying sands and rocks all rushing towards the top of the hill.
The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle and sheep herders stood stiffly like dried corpses.
Meng Qi, who was far away in the village, also saw the ground cracking inch by inch, as if it were a natural disaster!