Chapter 1042 Return to the Jianghu

"In this life, I don't care about the heavens. Since ancient times, everything has flowed away like water!"

Shang Yi was so happy after his breakthrough that he couldn't help but imitate those scholars in writing poems.

At the same time, Shang Yi sorted out his martial arts by categories!

He learned a lot of martial arts inheritance from several reincarnation worlds and traveling outside through the Zizai Qiankun Gong, and gradually deduced and perfected them. Now that his realm has been broken through, he must have something of his own!

It's impossible that he, the first on the human list, who is a free Buddhist, uses martial arts from Shaolin, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword School, and Xuantian Sect after he ascended to heaven!

Standing under the money tree, Shang Yi's heart moved slightly, and the Dharma image behind him changed into a white-robed monk with Shang Yi's face.

"Dang~~~"

The Free Heart Bell appeared outside Shang Yi's body. At the same time, Shang Yi put his hands together and infinite Buddha light bloomed in the courtyard, but was covered by the money tree. "I am the only one in the world", Shang Yi's true self bloomed Buddha light, and along the money tree, it illuminated many small worlds.

Then, he picked up a flower with his right hand, smiled slightly, and the sound of Zen was heard; Shang Yi changed again, and the true meaning of Vajra enveloped his whole body, as if Vajra was indestructible.

This is the first style of the Tathagata Palm, I am the only one, the third style of picking up a flower and smiling, and the fifth style of Vajra Illumination!

The Buddha is worthy of being a half-step Dao fruit. Even if Shang Yi has accumulated countless and profound knowledge, his deduction of Buddhist martial arts cannot escape the fence of the Tathagata Palm. No wonder Ananda can reach the other side by reversing the Tathagata Palm!

Of course, Shang Yi was not discouraged. Although he had a high realm, a giant immortal king was only the perfection of the world of the Supreme One, and was far from the other shore, let alone the half-step Dao fruit beyond the other shore?

Finally, Shang Yi practiced the "Great Freedom Invincible Vajra Demon Subduing Divine Power" again. He did not give up this boxing method, but insisted on deducing and perfecting it, and improving his own perception.

This martial art was deduced and improved from the Luohan Fist step by step. Although it is not as good as the Buddha's Tathagata Palm, and has not even reached the level of Dharmakaya martial arts, it is also the most suitable boxing method for Shang Yi himself.

After the boxing, the Dharma image behind Shang Yi changed again, and he became a pure and inaction Taoist, but his face was still the same as Shang Yi.

This time, the Taoist used "Sword Out of Selflessness" and "Tao Destruction and Tao Life" among the Seven Swords of Jietian.

Needless to say, Dao Zun's Seven Heaven-cutting Swords are even more mysterious than Buddha's Tathagata Palm. They are not only swords, but also the great Dao, showing the myriad phenomena.

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Confucian scholar, demon nine-tailed fox, Jiuyou Mo Luo, God of Wealth in Heaven... After breaking through the exterior scene, the shadow of the Dharma behind Shang Yi kept changing, just like when he realized the truth under the money tree. Various different paths such as Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, demons, devils, and gods emerged, and finally turned into himself.

This is Shang Yi's pure and free Dharma. Not only is he pure and not affected by cause and effect, but he is also free to change as he pleases. It is precisely because he is changing and transforming all the time that he can be eternal and free, and it is easy and not easy!

Not only the Dharma, Shang Yi will have the same characteristics after he obtains the Dharma body in the future, which is not inferior to the eight-nine mysterious skills that are proficient in change.

At the same time, with Shang Yi's breakthrough, Shang Yi's self in different planes has changed.

The monks in the Hidden Emperor Fortress world broke the limits of the world. Going further, the other self of the Shaolin Temple in the Duoercha world also surpassed the Abbot Xinji. The Wushuang in the Fengyun world broke through the exterior scene, and the status of Wushuang City became more and more stable. Lin Xiao in the Demon Lord world did not change, because his enlightenment realm was similar to the exterior scene, and now it is more like the complement of the foundation.

Shang Yi could feel that a more mysterious power descended on him. This was after connecting with the other self, and the power of the other self gathered to make the power of the self stronger.

If you reach the Dharmakaya realm and give birth to the true spirit, you can use the power of many other self to push the true spirit to the infinite heights of the heavens and the worlds, so that it is everywhere and has legendary characteristics!

"Heavenly Sword" Su Wuming got the legendary characteristic of "omnipresent" because of this!

Although Shang Yi has the ability of divine feet and no distance, it is not as good as the "omnipresent" unique to the legendary realm.

Once he broke through freely, Shang Yi was happy in his heart, so he took his father at home to drink in the courtyard.

Shang Yi doesn't drink much on weekdays, but his father likes it, so he also prepared some health-preserving wine.

After staying at home for a while, he was ready to leave and go to Langya Ruan's to find Ruan Yushu.

The next day, Shang Yi left home again and headed for Langya Ruan's.

Unexpectedly, his parents did not stop him. They didn't know that Shang Yi was Huai Kong, the first on the list, and thought that Shang Yi had gone out for a circle and came back unsuccessfully.

Now that he went out again, in the eyes of the two elders, it was equivalent to getting out of the trough and preparing to venture into the world again. They were happy to see their son being positive and progressive, so they would naturally not stop him again, but hoped that Shang Yi would be careful in everything!

With the divine foot, Shang Yi was very easy to travel, and he went to Langya without stopping all the way.

Although he had reached the external scene realm at this time, it was still very difficult for him to cross Dajin in one step with the divine foot. Although Shang Yi was eager to reach Langya, it still took a long time.

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On the top of Shaohua Mountain, the rain was drizzling, the grass was thick and the trees were green, and only the broken walls and ruins that were seen occasionally told the story of the Buddhist disaster that year.

Walking on the slippery soil and breathing the fresh mountain breeze, two old men with bamboo sticks and straw sandals climbed up the back mountain surrounded by several men and women dressed as monks and knights.

After walking through the woods and arriving at the red boulder, a half-hundred monk with a sad expression clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddha's name: "Dorcha died here in the past, and his death was strange."

The leader of the old man had pale eyebrows and deep wrinkles. Hearing this, he said with emotion: "I don't know who exactly killed him, but judging from the scars on the body, we can't deny the contribution of Master Xinji. My fate in the Central Plains has been reversed since then."

The changes in the eyes of the monk with a sad look on his face seemed to recall the disaster that destroyed the temple that year. The storms were raging, the lightning struck and the fire was burning. Many monks sacrificed their lives, and many heroes took righteousness. His master was heartbroken and fought with several hidden masters. Killing Duoercha saved the fire for the revival of Shaolin and the fire for expelling the barbarians!

He sighed: "In times of crisis, heroes must appear. In addition to family teachers, there were also hidden masters such as Huai Kong Shaoxia, Zhang Gongzi, and Ye Zhanfo Dao Zhending who came to help in the past. Perhaps Duoercha was seriously injured by them. Killed."

"I don't know where they are now, or whether they died together with Duoercha in the past."

A young girl looks at the red boulder and thinks of the heroes and martyrs of her ancestors

"Without them, perhaps our Central Plains martial arts community wouldn't have a chance to breathe."

The leader of the old man nodded slightly: "Now the National Master and the Wolf Lord are at odds with each other, and there are many masters in the world, and the expulsion of the barbarians is just around the corner, so I came here to pay homage to the martyrs."

The knights beside him took out various sacrificial objects and arranged them neatly. The old man picked up three sticks of burning incense and bowed in salute. Others followed, and several monks clasped their hands together and recited the mantra of rebirth.

On the cliff behind them, Guangzhi listened quietly, the monk's robes moving automatically without the wind.

It has only been a few years, and titles such as Mr. Zhang and Karma Buddha Sword are like decades of vicissitudes. Unless mentioned by outsiders, they rarely linger in my mind.

Time washes away everything, and things that I once thought would be remembered forever can only be recalled inadvertently.

The stone walls on the left and right are rough, covered with moss, damp and cold.

Guangzhi followed the mountain road to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple and walked towards the depths of the corridor. There was no light in the corridor, and it was dark and silent all around. It seemed that the most terrifying monsters and monsters were hidden. Guangzhi's acupoints were now open, and the sun was moving in a virtual phase. It was like two sunrises rising in his eyes, and the darkness retreated behind the stone wall.

At the end, it formed a semicircle, enclosing a place that seemed to be an open stone room. There were stone beds and tables with rotten futons placed on them.

The motto left by Ananda is engraved on the front mountain wall, but it no longer contains the true meaning. Not far away on the left side, there are faint traces remaining on the wall, like a stone door, with the words "Love, justice, kindness, do not enter this door"!

There is a deep small hole on the lower left side of the stone door, and there is an indescribable flame burning inside. Next to it are tiny characters. Although it is written in demon script, Meng Qi does not recognize it, but Shang Yi, who has been in contact with little foxes, knows:

"Kill those who have bad intentions!"

At the same time, Guangzhi felt the coldness and terror at the door. There seemed to be corpses and body parts in front of him, and evil spirits and demons appeared in front of him, affecting his soul.

But he is Shang Yi's other self. The spiritual platform is so pure that it cannot cause any ripples, and he remains as motionless as a mountain in the face of the terrifying and terrifying feeling!

Stretching out his hand and touching the stone door, the feeling became stronger. Guangzhi suddenly exerted force, and the stone door made a creaking sound.

Suddenly, Guangzhi's expression changed slightly and he flashed back. The next moment, an illusory river of time flowed from the crack in the stone door. Soon the crack in the stone door had disappeared, as if it had never been moved.

Guangzhi took a deep look at Shimen, looked up at the sky, and walked out of the corridor without looking back.

He was not discouraged. It was not that he had not foreseen such a situation. Guangzhi came here just to give it a try.

This place not only seals the real Shaolin Abbot Kongwen, but also hides the secrets of the Demon Buddha Ananda, waiting for Meng Qi to come and discover it. He is not Meng Qi, so naturally he cannot take action.

Time has passed just now. If the person who came today was not Guangzhi, I am afraid that everything in this world would be retraced to what it was in the original work, even the memories of Meng Qi and others!

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In the real world, on the river boat heading to Huanzhou, Meng Qi dressed up as a scholar with a sword. Once on the boat, he could not get out of his room and could "study" with peace of mind. All meals and toiletries were brought to and fetched by the servants on the boat.

The reason why he chose to take a boat instead of traveling on his own was because he wanted to avoid distractions and concentrate on stabilizing his current state. Whether it was the opening of his nose or the approaching completion of the sixth level of the Golden Bell, it was all due to the forcible impact of essence and medicine, and there were many flaws. It needs to be polished well.

Moreover, he also needs to practice the "Immortal Seal" magic method to confuse the enemy, mental interference, use energy to offload energy, and reach the peak of true energy. He also has to calm down and study how to use thunder marks to quickly practice purple thunder energy, and strive to be eight or nine in normal times. The normal Qi cultivated by Xuan Gong and Golden Bell Cover will be partially transformed into Purple Thunder Energy once the method is activated, and will be directly attached to the "Evil Tribulation" with the help of Thunder Marks.

At the same time, it is indispensable to study the sword technique of Purple Thunder's fifth strike "Crazy Thunder Shakes the Sky", to continue to understand the "Essence of the Heavenly Sword" and the Dugu Nine Swords, and to practice the "Phantom Demon Body Technique" in a short space of time.

With so many things to do, Meng Qi naturally chose to take the boat and devote himself wholeheartedly to it.

Going upstream, the boat moved slowly, and Huanzhou and its surroundings were surrounded by poor mountains and rivers. Many places with fast currents could only be passed at certain times every day, and the help of trackers was indispensable. Therefore, more than half a month later, the small boat gradually sailed into the area of ​​Huanzhou. .

In the room, Meng Qi was using his swords and swords in unison, without any wind or sound. His moves seemed ordinary, but they kept changing. Every change gave rise to a phantom. The real and the fake were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Suddenly, the sword disappeared, and it was sheathed at some point. Meng Qi nodded with satisfaction, finally mastering the two methods of the "Immortal Seal Method".

The real "Immortal Seal Method" is to form a body seal inside and a hand seal outside. Through the two, the internal organs are connected to the heaven and earth, and the external universe is connected to nature. It is a different method that combines the internal and external. Therefore, after a small success, the spirit and true qi can be mixed to create illusions and interfere with the enemy's senses.

Because Meng Qi had to use a sword, he could only circulate the true qi, forming a body seal inside, and the hand seal was replaced by the spirit of the ancestral orifice in the eyebrow center. Finally, it was a small success.

The method of maintaining the peak of true qi is not difficult. Meng Qi has long understood the core idea. The extreme of life is death, and the extreme of death is reincarnation. The true qi cultivated by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover is also the kind that recovers quickly. After a bold attempt, he quickly got started.

This is a good introduction to using and releasing energy. Although it is not as powerful as practicing the "Immortal Seal", with the Golden Bell Cover, it is enough for Meng Qi to deal with most situations.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the strong Meng Qi shivered, quite surprised.

"It's early summer, it's so cold?" He suppressed the thought of studying purple thunder energy and swordsmanship, pushed open the door, and walked out.

There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, floating ice was floating on the river, and the banks were covered with ice and snow, which made people wonder if it was winter.

Meng Qi put the evil robbery into the package, carried it on his back, carried the ice, closed the door, and walked to the front of the building ship, intending to find a sailor to ask what was going on.

When he arrived at the hall of the building ship for guests to eat, Meng Qi saw a group of sailors surrounding a place on the deck, cooking iron pots, and various foods rolling in them. The rich aroma of meat went straight into Meng Qi's nostrils.

I'm not afraid of fire... Meng Qi walked over while thinking and asked politely: "My dear men, why is it snowing in June?"

The sailors sat around to keep warm and looked at the pot. When they heard Meng Qi's question, the leader hurriedly said: "Half a month ago, Mr. Cui Qingyu, the acting head of the Cui family in Pingjin, fought with a mysterious master nearby. The weather became like this. It may take a year or two to recover."

"So that's it. It's really a natural disaster..." Meng Qi sighed. Seeing that they were eating very happily, he asked with his index finger excited, "My dear men, what are you eating? Can I join in? I will pay for it."

"Nothing, just boiled pork and beef offal." The leading sailor waved his hand, afraid that the ship owner would scold him for neglecting the guests.

It's exactly what I like! Meng Qi sat down honestly, gave the silver, took the bowl and chopsticks, and prepared a bowl of fragrant and spicy dipping sauce with dogwood juice and other things. He picked up beef liver, pork tripe and other things and ate them enthusiastically.

Seeing that the guests didn't mind, the sailors also let go, snatching and fighting, sweating and driving away the cold.

"Boss, something seems wrong inside." A sailor looked at the ship's lobby and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Meng Qi looked over.

The few people were not far from the ship's lobby, and they were lighting a fire on the deck covered with snow and ice. Meng Qi turned his head slightly and saw the scene inside through the half-open door, and understood what was wrong with what the sailor said just now.

In the lobby, because the weather suddenly turned cold, many passengers chose to stay in the guest rooms, wrapped in warm quilts, waiting for the ship's servants to deliver food, wine, braziers, and thick quilts, so not many people came to eat, and there were only about five or six tables.

At one table sat a young man with a dignified bearing. His face looked a little childish, and his every move was in accordance with etiquette. He had a jade hairpin in his hair and a green pendant on his waist. He wore no other ornaments. Next to him sat an old man dressed as a servant. He looked old and wrinkled, but his eyes were full of light.

At another table sat a single woman, dressed in a white robe, elegant like a fairy. A long sword with a white sheath was placed on the table. Her expression was disturbed and she kept looking at the people at the two tables nearby.

Next to her, at another table sat a man with a ferocious look. He had normal facial features, but his hands were as big as a palm leaf fan, with protruding joints. It was obvious that he had extraordinary palm skills. At another table sat a couple. The man had a pale face and coughed frequently, as if he was sickly. The woman had a beautiful face, plump and voluptuous, and her skin was shiny and attractive.

The reason why the sailor felt something was wrong was because of the expression of the single woman and the ferocious look of the man with big hands. (End of this chapter)