From a refugee to a martial artist
Chapter 205: The Great
Chapter 205: The Great
The ancients said: If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.
It was a bleak autumn night with rain and chilly wind. Several masters unexpectedly came to the small Qingtian County, and everyone was overwhelmed.
First, Xie Yisheng easily defeated a monk and a Taoist priest, and in the end, he even attracted Mo Wenshan, a Taoist master of the fifth level.
When Mo Wenshan made a move, the light of thunder was vast. Xie Yisheng originally wanted to face the thunder directly with his mortal body, but another master came.
This person did not reveal any trace, but a strange vision descended. It was a gloomy and endless night, as if there was no sunlight. The lightning was immediately swept away, covering everything.
Then this person actually took Xie Yishen away without even a trace of him being seen.
At this moment, no one was fighting anymore. The night rain and autumn wind came again. Although there were many people on the street, no one spoke.
Mo Wenshan had a messy white beard and looked up in bewilderment. A dignified fifth-rank Taoist master was not even his opponent in one round.
Master Jueming and Li Wujiu also stared blankly at the sky. Both of them had fought against Xie Yishen head-on and knew his abilities well. Taoist Mo Wenshan was obviously better, but the person who took action in the end was superior to Mo Wenshan.
"There are many turtles in shallow water." Lin Yan commented.
"Just watch your mouth!" Nie Yannian frowned and scolded.
After hearing this, Lin Yan became much more honest and didn't dare to mention it again.
Meng Yuan was also a little confused at the moment. He was almost dazzled by seeing great masters fighting one after another tonight.
"Grandmaster!" Mo Tingyu had come back to his senses at this moment, and hurried forward to support Mo Wenshan.
"Your old bones can still hold on." After seeing Mo Tingyu, Mo Wenshan became much kinder. He took Mo Tingyu's hand and walked to the door of the inn together.
Mo Wenshan looked at Meng Yuan and his group, and finally looked at Monk Jueming and Li Wujiu.
Jueming and Li Wujiu forced themselves to stand up and bowed.
"Who is coming?" Mo Wenshan looked at everyone curiously.
No one responded because no one even saw a piece of the man's clothes.
However, Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian looked at each other, and Li Wujiu also had a deep look in his eyes. These three people were all related to Prince Xin Dugu Sheng, so they had some doubts.
"But what about the legendary green light particles?" Mo Wenshan asked again.
"It's definitely not blue photons." Lin Yan's tone was extremely certain.
"Oh?" Mo Wenshan became interested. "Little friend Lin, tell me why it's not true?"
"I was exorcising demons in the south and saw Qing Guangzi showing his Dharma form." Lin Yan pointed to the sky and said seriously, "This person has the form of abyss, darkness and silence, which is exactly the opposite of Qing Guangzi."
"I wonder what kind of Dharma form Qing Guangzi is practicing?" Mo Wenshan became even more interested.
"The bright aspect." Lin Yan said.
After this was said, everyone who had dealt with Jie Kaiping and others fell silent, leaving Hu Qian and others at a loss.
That Qing Guangzi is a rat that turned into a monster. It should have built its nest in a stinky rat hole, but I never thought it would be related to the word "light".
Although Meng Yuan started his practice late, he had already seen many Dharma images. The thin-waisted slave practiced the joy image, Jiekai practiced the extinction image, the white ape elder practiced the diamond image, and the withered and flourishing master practiced the withered and flourishing image.
By cultivating various aspects, one can obtain various Dharma doors. Therefore, after reaching the six levels of Buddhism, there are differences in the Dharma that one is good at.
"Does Buddhism have a bright appearance?" Mo Tingyu suddenly asked, "Eh? Brother, why are you pulling me?"
"Child, I asked you to study hard, but it seems you didn't." Mo Wenshan sighed and said, "The meaning of Dharma in Buddhism is quite different from that in Taoism. It is not just about the appearance of all dharmas." No one interrupted Mo Wenshan as soon as he started talking, so he continued, "It is about the appearance of the mind. In Buddhism, all conditioned dharmas are discussed. Therefore, all dharmas are manifested by the changes in the mind and state of mind. What is the mind?"
The tone of Mo Wenshan's last sentence is somewhat similar to Xiangling's. He is clearly also a know-it-all.
"The mind is the perception, understanding, and attachment to the universe, which gives rise to various dharma-images." Mo Wenshan never stops talking. "A person will have different perceptions and feelings about the same scenery in different states of mind, and the scenery presented will be different. This is the dharma-image of the mind. Therefore, Buddhists cultivate their own dharma-images in order to seek the truth, but they also need to be wary of changes in dharma-images. Even people who cultivate the same dharma-image may practice different methods."
After saying this, Mo Wenshan smiled slightly and looked at Monk Jueming and asked, "I wonder if what the old Taoist said still makes sense?"
"The Taoist master is very knowledgeable, and his insights are even deeper than those of many great monks in our Buddhist sect." Monk Jueming saluted with his hands folded.
Mo Wenshan stroked his beard and smiled, then his face turned sad again and he said, "It's a pity that the distinction between high and low in this world is not based on knowledge, but on swords."
He looked into the darkness in the distance and stretched out his withered left hand to receive the autumn wind and night rain. He continued, "Since it's not Qing Guangzi, who else could it be? It's a pity that he didn't reveal too much, and I can't even tell what path he is practicing."
Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian looked at each other and didn't dare to say anything.
Mo Wenshan didn't wait for the visitor's response, and without saying anything more, he walked into the depths of the night.
"Goodbye, see you tomorrow!" Ning Qufei bowed in all four directions, then cupped his fists towards Meng Yuan and said, "Brother Meng, if you know the news about the person who took action today, please send a letter to Ling Xiao. I will be very grateful."
"That's how it should be." Meng Yuan clasped his fists in return.
"Goodbye!" Mo Tingyu hurriedly followed.
The two of them did not waste any time and immediately followed the old Taoist priest Mo Wenshan.
The autumn wind and rain make people depressing, but in a blink of an eye, all the enemies are gone, and even the strongest reinforcements disappear into the darkness.
It was only the middle of the night and the fighting had stopped when faint cries could be heard from inside and outside the streets.
"Tie Niu, help Taoist Li to the inn to rest for a while." Meng Yuan immediately gave orders, "Taoist Li is a master of Qingyang Palace. He is here to help us. Don't neglect him!"
"Yes!" Tie Niu agreed immediately.
"Wu Changsheng," Meng Yuan called over another person, "Take some people and check the residents on both sides of the street. If there are people who are accidentally injured, go and rescue them. If there are any houses damaged, record them one by one and we will compensate them in full."
"Yes!" Wu Changsheng also hurriedly agreed, called three more people, and went to do his work.
Hu Qian looked at Meng Yuan expectantly with burning eyes.
"Hu Qian, go and boil some water." Meng Yuan made casual arrangements and invited Lin Yan and others to stay in the inn.
The lights were dim and the inn lobby was empty.
Taoist Li Wujiu was shy and was sent back to his room to rest by Tie Niu.
Although Monk Jueming was in a miserable state and his robes were gone, he still politely invited Lin Yan, Meng Yuan and others to sit down and discuss the matter.
Jiang Tang was the youngest, but she represented Ying Rushi and was Ying Rushi's subordinate, so Meng Yuan pulled her to sit next to him.
Hu Qian served tea, and the rest of the people waited outside.
"Amitabha," Master Jueming's face was extremely pale, but his tone seemed to have regained some strength, "Fellow Daoist Xie should have held back."
"He knows that there are powerful enemies all around him, so he dares not hold back." Lin Yan said with a smile.
Everyone had a tacit understanding and did not mention the person who made the final move.
(End of this chapter)
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