Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

The national dragon vein is one direction, but ordinary dragon veins may also be used.

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Time passed slowly, and two days later, a flat square of more than a hundred feet was opened up outside the valley.

As for the original square, the big palm print still exists and no one dares to move it.

Moreover, there were remnants of his artistic conception within the palm print, and many people were gaining insights from it.

It’s a pity that they have not reached that level yet, and there are not many remaining artistic conceptions, so it is impossible for them to comprehend the artistic conception.

Except for Master Kurong who practiced the [Kurong Zen Sutra], everyone else gained little.

After the square was built, the debate between Taoism and Buddhism began again.

Nothing has changed, except that the person who originally sat in Xiaoyaozi's seat has changed.

The first match was still a fight, but the participant was replaced by Wu Xingyun instead of Xiaoyaozi.

"He's asking for trouble!" Jiang Weichen laughed. He originally thought that Li Canghai was going into the battle with an injury.

I didn't expect that they would start to give up and not even struggle.

"Hmph, that fellow Lin Lingsu had bad intentions. He wanted me to fight at the beginning, but that made me look bad. How could I agree to that? That's why he changed to Wu Xingyun." Qingyun beside him said unhappily.

Xiaoyaozi ran away, and the people from various factions in Changchun Palace were forced to join, so naturally they were not close to Li Canghai and others.

Now the people in Changchun Palace are secretly led by Zhang Ziyang, and Zhang Ziyang is good friends with Jiang Weichen.

Due to multiple factors, their relationship with Xiaoyaozi's disciples was destined to be bad.

"Who will play in the extra match, you or Li Canghai?" Jiang Weichen looked at Zhang Ziyang.

Zhang Ziyang nodded and said, "If I go into battle, Lin Lingsu is afraid that Xiaoyaozi's disciples will give up and ruin his plan."

Jiang Weichen looked at Ku Rong and Xu Zhu. After his guidance, Ku Rong fell into a state of dead silence and comprehension for many years. After reaching the level of a half-step grandmaster, he woke up and broke through. During the breakthrough, he successfully comprehended Ku Rong's artistic conception with the help of the moment when his comprehension increased greatly.

As for Xu Zhu, Shaolin has been closed for many years. It seems that he has too little experience and insights and has not yet been able to comprehend the artistic conception. But regardless of whether he has comprehended it or not, whoever of the two is destined to lose in the extra match.

"Interesting." Jiang Weichen murmured as he watched Wu Xingyun's artistic conception spreading outward in the field.

It is said that when Wu Xingyun chose to practice the [Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Am the Only One], he pointed to the sky with one hand and to the earth with the other, wanting to be the only one in heaven and on earth.

The reason for choosing this technique was probably due to its name. From previous encounters with him, I found him to be a strong-willed and overbearing person.

But I didn't expect that after practicing the Du Zun Gong for more than a hundred years, in the end I did not realize the artistic conception of being the only one, but instead realized the artistic conception of sadness and misery.

Was it because she had been pushed by him once, and her spirit had fallen? Or was it because the tragedy of her junior fellow student leaving and her immaturity had truly made her inner sorrow surpass her former ambition?

"What a pity. Entering the Dao with a tragic mindset has no future in this world. Unless she abuses herself, just like my killing mindset, unless I slaughter the world, it will be difficult to improve."

Regardless of whether Wu Xingyun was sad because of love or because she could not grow up, now that she has let it go, recovered from her injuries, and grown into a stunning beauty, she no longer has the foundation for further improvement.

To enter the Tao through emotions, one must inevitably elevate oneself through emotions. The enhancement of the murderous mood depends on the murderous intent in the heart and the actual killing. The enhancement of the sad mood depends on tragic experiences and encounters to give rise to inner sadness.

But in this world, if one has cultivated to the point of comprehending the artistic conception, he is already a top figure in the world, so how could he have so many tragic experiences?

Unless he or Zhao Kuangyin targeted her everywhere and took the initiative to create all kinds of tragic experiences for her.

Or maybe Wu Xingyun could abuse herself, seal her own power, forget everything, and experience all kinds of tragic things in the world as an ordinary person. Otherwise, her artistic conception would hardly improve at all.

Chapter 482: The Taoist-Buddhist Debate

In the arena, although Wu Xingyun knew that he was bound to lose, he still prepared for the battle.

Unfortunately, the huge gap in realm cannot be made up by her taking it seriously.

As soon as Duan Siping released his artistic conception, Wu Xingyun's peak momentum instantly plummeted to the bottom.

Once his vitality was taken away, the vital energy in Wu Xingyun's body began to dissipate uncontrollably.

This is the artistic conception of withering and flourishing that Duan Siping comprehended. He believes that the strength of vitality in the human body is actually the amount of vital energy in the body.

If there is more vital energy in the body, the vitality is strong; if there is less vital energy, the vitality is weak.

This vital energy is not only the essence and true energy, but also the various operating energies in the body.

This is Duan Siping's understanding, but Jiang Weichen does not agree. Vitality and vitality are not the same. As long as one's life span has not ended, there is vitality.

However, vital energy is the basis of physical vitality. When the physical body dies and the soul cannot exist independently, it will indeed lead to the end of life.

There is some connection between the two, and Duan Siping is right to think so.

One was in the state of sorrow and misery at the first level, while the other was in the state of withering and flourishing at the second level. The huge difference in state of mind made Wu Xingyun unable to fight back.

Neither of them took any action, and Wu Xingyun was defeated in just a clash of artistic conception.

The true energy and essence in the body are out of control, so how can we talk about fighting?

Duan Siping didn't kill her, but just casually slapped her with his palm, and Wu Xingyun was directly slapped away.

"Is the gap so big?" Wuyazi murmured outside the field. He broke through late and his strength was not as good as that of the senior sister.

Li Qiushui still went over to help him, but asked in a cold voice, "Is he dead?"

Wu Xingyun wasn't seriously injured. He let go of his hand and returned to his seat feeling somewhat disappointed.

Li Canghai, who was sitting on the recliner next to her, comforted her, "Senior sister, don't be discouraged. Duan Siping is of the same generation as our master, and is about a hundred years older than us.

Now that Master is nowhere to be found, the outcome of the debate is not that important, so don't worry about it."

Wu Xingyun felt a little relieved. Strictly speaking, she was not a Taoist, but more of a martial artist.

After all, her Lingjiu Palace neither follows the Taoist rules nor studies Taoist scriptures. If it weren't for her master, Taoist affairs would have nothing to do with her.

"Victory, hahahaha, my Buddhist sect won."

"Haha, even if I lose the literary duel, it's still a draw, so it's a sure thing."

"Changing from Buddhism to Taoism is a beautiful idea, but unfortunately I don't have the strength to do it."

"That's right. Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting for hundreds of years without any result. Now Taoism wants to end it once and for all. It's simply wishful thinking."

"..."

Duan Siping's victory made the Buddhist monks excited, either laughing or mocking.

On the Taoist side, many people's faces turned pale, only Zhang Ziyang and a few other people who knew the situation looked calm.

Lin Lingsu looked at the excited look of the Buddhists, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "Laugh, be proud, but after this, you can only cry."

Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ji was not as optimistic as the others. When he saw Lin Lingsu's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

"Master Ku Rong, your ancestor has been in the valley these past few days. Has he heard any news?"

Kurong paused for a moment, then recovered and replied, "No, but I heard that Lin Lingsu once asked to see Alliance Leader Jiang, and that everyone in the Taoist sect has become friendly with him."

"Jiang Weichen?" Xuan Ji's face darkened. "Oh no! Shaolin and Jiang Weichen have a long-standing grudge. Now Jiang Weichen might be on the side of the Dao Sect. What should we do?"

People all over the world have witnessed that although His Majesty does not like Buddhism now, it is not easy for him to be partial to it. However, with the variable of Jiang Weichen, the situation is no longer certain.

"Master Kurong, your Tianlong Temple has a debt of gratitude to him, and your ancestors also had a friendship with him. Could you please ask for some mercy?"

Jiang Weichen once comprehended the artistic conception of withering and flourishing, which he had demonstrated during his duel with Murong Longcheng.

They naturally knew about this, and the [Kurong Zen Sutra] was the inheritance of Tianlong Temple.

It is also well known that Duan Siping has been guarding Jiang Weichen's tomb in Qingyun Mountain for more than ten years.

Ku Rong replied: "Now that we have won one battle, as long as we win the literary duel, there will be no need for mercy.

If I lose, then we'll see how the situation plays out. If it's detrimental to Buddhism, I'll try a few more things."

In fact, he had looked for his ancestor after Xiaoyaozi ran away, hoping that Jiang Weichen would stop this debate.

But the ancestor made it clear that his hope of a breakthrough lies in Jiang Weichen. He will win the fight for Buddhism, but he will not say it out loud.

Just as everyone was discussing this, the voice of Huang Shang, the host, came over: "The Buddhist sect won the first martial arts match. Now we will begin the literary competition. Please enter the venue."

Hearing this, Xuan Ji sighed softly and said, "Master Ku Rong, let's go. It's our turn. No matter what, we must win this battle."

The two men stood up, and then an old monk with an old face stood up as well.

Jiang Weichen was stunned. "Zen Master Lingyun from Daxiangguo Temple?"

"Young friend, do you know that old monk?" Zhang Ziyang asked, "Although Lingyun is a mere scholar, he has extensive knowledge and profound Buddhist teachings.

Perhaps only such a scholar in the Buddhist community can calm down and delve into the Buddhist teachings.”

Jiang Weichen nodded. "I once sought his advice and spent a month with him. He is indeed a rare and eminent monk. I didn't expect that he would also participate in this literary competition."

Back then, he stole the original version of the Yi Jin Jing, which contained two sutras in one book. In addition to the pictures, the text of the Shen Zu Jing was written in Sanskrit.

Therefore, he went to Daxiangguo Temple and paid to learn Sanskrit, and Daxiangguo Temple arranged for Lingyun to teach him.

At the beginning, he had to pay for his studies, but later Lingyun stopped charging him. In addition to teaching him Sanskrit wholeheartedly, he also patiently guided him on some of the Buddhist scriptures that he did not understand.

"Alas, I don't know if Zen Master Lingyun will be upset after losing this literary duel." Jiang Weichen sighed lightly.

He doesn't like Buddhism, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like all Buddhists. Although there are few of them, there are still some truly great monks.

Looking at the Taoist people who went to fight, he was stunned, "Why is there only Lin Lingsu?"

"Lin Lingsu is confident that he can defeat all the Buddhists by himself. He has a grudge against Buddhism and insists on going alone." Zhang Ziyang said.

"You agree now?"

Lin Lingsu is indeed eloquent, but how could everyone agree to such a big thing?

Zhang Ziyang said: "Wen Dou Lun is not just about interpreting the scriptures, but about combining theory with practice. Lin Lingsu was once a servant and a Buddhist monk. He has been working in the secular world for more than 20 years and has rich experience.

Moreover, he is eloquent and can leave everyone speechless in private. Moreover, those who participate in the literary duel are only representatives and can seek help outside the venue.

It’s just that whoever asks for help first will lose face and lose momentum.”

Jiang Weichen didn't try to understand the rules, but felt slightly relieved after hearing this.

Qingyun said, "I think this kid's revenge is fake. His real intention is to show off and make a name for himself."

Jiang Weichen smiled and said, "Why, you also want to show off? With your strength, if you insist on participating, can Lin Lingsu refuse?"

"How can I be such a person? I'd better let the young people take the spotlight."

Jiang Weichen looked at Lin Lingsu who was excited to go on stage. He thought that she wanted to show off, but he thought it was more of revenge. If you offend this kind of person, you must kill him without hesitation, otherwise there will be endless troubles. His desire for revenge is too strong.

A monk from a small temple bullied him, and he was determined to make the entire Buddhist community pay the price. His desire for revenge was even stronger than when he was young.