Chapter 155 He Still Has to Thank Me! (Subscribe)

"Good on you Yang Ling!"

His eyes widened, the fingerprints on his face were red, and his anger was like a raging fire, almost ready to burst out.

He glared at Yang Ling and said angrily: "You are not a disciple of a saint, but you are so rude! You are provoking my dignity of Western religion!"

Meng Xiang felt a sense of joy in her heart when she saw Yang Ling take action.

At this moment, seeing how angry the general was, she cursed without fear: "You deserve this slap if you let me act arrogantly in the underworld!"

When Dazhi heard Meng Xiang's words, he became even more angry. He reached out and made a move, and the nine-ring tin staff flew back to his hand with a whoosh. The nine copper rings on the tin staff buzzed angrily, as if they were also indignant for their master.

Just when he was about to take action, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air in the distance. Several Western disciples dressed similar to those of the Great Power flew over. The leader shouted loudly: "Stop! The Great Power, are you going to do it?" do what?"

When he heard the sound, he paused slightly. He turned his head and looked at the leading Western disciple. He called out with reluctance and shame in his eyes:

"Brother Ksitigarbha!"

The Western disciple known as Ksitigarbha fell next to Dashi Zhi. He was tall and impressive, with an unfathomable tranquility in his eyes.

He nodded slightly to Yang Ling and Meng Xiang and expressed his apology: "I am the most powerful senior brother in Ksitigarbha.

What happened today is really rude to me as a Westerner. Please forgive me. "

There was an unquestionable majesty in his words, and he obviously held an extraordinary position in Western religions.

Although he was dissatisfied with the general situation, under the pressure of Ksitigarbha, he had no choice but to put away his tin staff, stopped speaking, and stood aside silently.

Yang Ling looked at Ksitigarbha and nodded secretly in his heart. This Western disciple of the legendary Yongzhen Hell seemed gentle on the surface, but he didn't even dare to refute the seemingly unruly and unruly Da Shizhi, which showed that he was among the best. How prestigious is the Western religion among its disciples!

It seems that this person should be a figure in Western religion.

With this thought in mind, Yang Ling also bowed back, looked at Ksitigarbha and said, "Fellow Taoist, you don't need to be polite, you just need to get out of the way."

He didn't want to get into any more entanglements with these Western disciples, and all he wanted to do was leave as soon as possible so that he could find the jade bottle.

Ksitigarbha smiled slightly, but with a serious expression on his face, he looked at Yang Ling and said solemnly: "The situation is such that his words are inappropriate, and it is indeed his fault to provoke fellow Taoist to talk about Taoism, but it is not right for fellow Taoist to slap him directly. Some things have gone too far and I need to give an explanation.”

"Want me to explain?"

When Yang Ling heard this, he raised his brows slightly and said with a half-smile: "What's there to say? Isn't that slap of mine just talking about Tao?

When we were in West Kunlun, didn't the fellow Taoist pharmacist of your sect also discuss Taoism with me in this way? "

When Da Shizhi heard this, he was furious, and the fingerprints on his face were like fire. He retorted angrily: "You are talking nonsense! How can you slap someone first when you talk about Tao?"

"Why isn't it talking about Taoism?"

Yang Ling sneered and looked at Ksitigarbha: "The general trend is that the Taoism is shallow and you don't know the true meaning. Fellow Taoist Ksitigarbha, you are a very advanced person, don't you understand the mystery of that slap?"

Jizo was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Da Shi on the side was so angry that he said angrily: "What's the secret of that slap? It's obviously a deliberate insult to me!"

Ksitigarbha turned his head and glanced at Dazhi Zhiyaner, frowning slightly. The latter immediately shut up, but there was still a bit of unwillingness on his face.

At this time, Ksitigarbha had turned to look at Yang Ling, his eyes as bright as a torch, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, but I really don't know the mystery of that slap. Please give me some advice, fellow Taoist."

Meng Xiang was secretly worried when she heard this.

Although Ksitigarbha has a gentle expression and is not as evil as Mahasthamaprapta, he is by no means a gentle and kind person.

If the Immortal Yang Ling can't explain why, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to solve, and there will probably be a fight!

Although Master Yang Ling looks very powerful, Ksitigarbha is also very human. Moreover, there are disciples such as Mahasthamaprapta helping him, so he has an advantage in terms of numbers!

If a fight really breaks out, the situation will not be good!

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but look worriedly at Yang Ling beside her, but she saw that he had a calm expression and a smile on his face, as if he didn't pay attention to these Western disciples at all.

Under her worried eyes, Yang Ling smiled slightly and said calmly: "Since fellow Taoists want to learn, I will teach you."

Hearing this, Da Shi was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, with Ksitigarbha suppressing him, he could not get angry. He just glared at Yang Ling with a pair of angry eyes.

Ksitigarbha and others also looked at Yang Ling, as if to see what he could do with that slap.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ling said calmly: "You are all Western disciples, and you should all be practicing Zen.

What do you mean by Zen? "

"snort."

The general trend is so cold that it is impossible to continue.

Yang Ling didn't need him to answer the question, and said with a smile: "If you don't know, let me tell you...

Zen is emptiness! "

As soon as these four words came out, Ji Zang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he seemed to be very surprised by Yang Ling's words.

Yang Ling continued: "Heart, saints and sentient beings are all empty. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness! There is no saint and no ordinary, no giving and no receiving, no good and no evil, everything is empty!

All things in the world are like dreams and bubbles. All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing... All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and lightning, and should be viewed in this way.

If the mind is there, everything exists; if the mind is empty, everything is empty!

So the slap I gave you was also empty!

Do you understand now?"

There was an imperceptible shock between Dizang's eyebrows. He put his hands together and stared at Yang Ling deeply, as if his words touched a corner of his soul.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Fellow Daoist Yang Ling's words reminded me of Master's explanation of Zen in the past, 'All dharmas arise from the mind'. If the mind is not moved, all dharmas are silent.

This understanding is rare. "

The anger of Mahasthamaprapta seemed to be calmed down by the invisible force at this moment.

The anger in his eyes was no longer as before, but became deep, and he frowned as if thinking about something.

Although he acted a little rashly just now, his Zen practice was unfathomable, and he was once praised by the saint of Jie Yin, and was considered to have great wisdom.

At this moment, he seemed to hear something unusual in Yang Ling's words, and the waves in his heart began to ripple quietly.

Meng Xiang stood aside, watching the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in her heart.

She didn't understand why the few vague words Yang Ling just said could make these Western disciples All of them are quiet?

How could Yang Ling's seemingly simple words make these Western disciples who claim to be highly skilled in cultivation fall into deep thought? Is there really some profound truth in it that she has not understood?

She looked at Yang Ling and saw that he was still calm, as if he had anticipated the situation in front of him.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but admire Yang Ling a little more.

The atmosphere became a little subtle in an instant. The confrontation that was originally tense now became subtle because of Yang Ling's words.

Finally, Dizang raised his head and bowed to Yang Ling: "Last time when I was in West Kunlun, I helped Junior Brother Ri Guang to realize the truth on the spot with a speech.

The 'Zen is emptiness' we talked about today has also benefited us a lot.

It seems that the way of this slap is indeed mysterious. If my Western Sect has any shortcomings, please forgive me. "

After saying that, he turned around and waved to Dashizhi and other Western sect disciples, signaling them to make way.

Dashizhi glanced at Yang Ling, the anger in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by an indescribable complex emotion.

There was reluctance and indignation, curiosity and surprise, and even a hint of admiration.

At the signal of Ksitigarbha, he nodded silently, and then slowly stepped aside with other disciples, making way.

Yang Ling nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned around and nodded to Meng Xiang, signaling her to follow him.

The two of them passed through the Western Sect disciples one after the other, and then drove away slowly on the auspicious cloud.

Meng Xiang looked at this scene and admired Yang Ling even more.

This immortal of the Human Sect is really amazing.

Not only did he slap that Mahasthamaprapta, but he also made the other party convinced and respectfully gave way. This is not something that ordinary people can do!

How did he do it?

Does the phrase "Zen is emptiness" really have such great magic?

She couldn't help but ask Yang Ling in a low voice. The latter heard her question, smiled and nodded, and said: "What's this? If he meets someone who understands the situation, he will thank me!"

Meng Xiang curled her lips slightly. Although she admired Yang Ling's methods very much, she didn't think that those Western Sect disciples could really give in to this extent.

In her opinion, it was a great blessing to be able to calm down this storm without fighting.

At this moment, the voice of Ksitigarbha came from behind.

"Daoyou, please go slowly. "

Yang Ling glanced at Meng Xiang and slowly turned around.

I saw Dizang chasing after him on a golden cloud, clasping his hands together, bowing respectfully and saying: "I benefited a lot from listening to your words just now, but I forgot to thank you. I hope you don't mind."

Yang Ling returned the greeting and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you don't have to be so polite."

"Your understanding of the Zen of my Western religion is so deep that it is really admirable." Dizang's tone was a bit sincere, and he said seriously: "If you have free time in the future, you may as well go to the Pure Land of Bliss. I believe the two leaders will be very happy to see you."

"If there is a chance, I will definitely go to bother you." Yang Ling said politely.

Dizang's eyes turned slightly, as if he thought of something, and asked: "Are you here in the underworld to look for treasure this time? "

Yang Ling smiled slightly, without any concealment, and nodded frankly: "I have been practicing Taoism for a short time and have never been to the underworld. This time, I heard that the Yellow Spring Secret Realm will be opened, so I came here to try my luck and gain some knowledge. "

When Dizang heard this, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said, "So that's how it is. The Yellow Spring Secret Realm is a wonder that is rare in a thousand years. All cultivators want to explore it.

The reason for this trip is also to find treasures.

I heard that the Red Cloud Patriarch had several spiritual treasures left in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, especially his Nine-Nine Soul Dispersion Gourd, which is very powerful.

However, there are dangers everywhere in that secret realm. If fellow Taoists don't mind, we can take care of each other at that time. "

When Yang Ling heard this, his heart moved slightly. He didn't know whether Dizang was deliberately testing or mentioned it unintentionally.

He calmly nodded slightly and agreed: "Fellow Taoist's suggestion is very good. When the time comes, we will go together in the secret realm."

"Right!"

Ksitigarbha seemed to have suddenly thought of something, looked at Yang Ling and reminded: "Fellow Taoist, you must be careful of the Asura tribe during this trip.

This race was created by the Styx Cult Master using the filthy air of the sea of ​​blood. They are all ferocious and unruly. No matter who they are, as long as they target them, they will never stop fighting! "

Meng Xiang on the side also nodded when he heard this, and said with lingering fear: "Those Asura warriors are lunatics who are not afraid of death!"

Yang Ling nodded, and then asked curiously: "Since Patriarch Styx will send masters from the Asura clan to hunt for treasures, will Patriarch Kunpeng send someone here?"

Ksitigarbha pondered for a moment and said slowly: "People should be sent here. Not only them, but also many powerful immortals in the three realms are here for that ray of purple energy."

Yang Ling wasn't surprised either.

After all, that is the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which is said to be the foundation of sainthood!

The Taoist ancestor gave a total of seven Hongmeng Purple Qi, and the owners of six of them have all become saints!

How can this seventh ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi not make people greedy?

Even though so many years have passed, the fact that the Hongmeng Purple Qi has not appeared in the world for one day means that it still may exist in the secret realm of Huangquan.

Most of the people who come here have such thoughts...or rather, have such thoughts.

He glanced at Jizo and said with a smile: "Thank you, Taoist friend, for reminding me. This line of work seems to be more dangerous than I thought."

Ksitigarbha smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be polite."

Then, he bowed again, turned around and drove away in the clouds, leaving Yang Ling and Meng Xiang to continue moving forward.

The two of them quickly traveled hundreds of miles in auspicious clouds.

Looking at the river bank that was almost exactly the same as in the memory fragments, Yang Ling became slightly nervous.

Soon, a towering and dangerous peak that pierced the sky like a sharp sword came into view. Yang Ling clenched his fists slightly, his heartbeat fluctuating.

He remembered that when Patriarch Hongyun discarded the jade bottle, what he saw was this steep and dangerous peak!

In other words, the jade bottle was thrown into the Wangchuan River near here.

If the bottle is very heavy, or if Ancestor Hongyun has exerted some kind of magical power on it, then the bottle is very likely to still stay at the bottom of the river!