Red Heart Survey

"Golden Crow vibrates its feathers on the top of Mount Tai, thousands of miles of rivers crouch like dragons."

Jiang Wang has never seen the dragon with his own eyes, but he has guessed the existence of the dragon, imagined the appearance of the dragon, and seen the pattern of the dragon.

Every time he sees the long river, he feels that this is a living dragon. Winding across the vast land of this world, showing greatness to everyone who sees it.

Jiang Wang flew over the "land in the vast sea", flying over the snow and silver dance on the ground.

From this place, Tianmayuan can already be seen in the distance.

The roar of the long river is in the ear, and the vitality and freedom are in front of the eyes.

Jiang Wang only felt that the sky was high and the clouds were broad, and his mind, which had been suppressed for a long time, was cleared.

Sauvignon Blanc is eager to try it in the sheath, he almost wants to dance swords over the long river, he uses the roar of the "ancestral river" as the song, and uses the high vault as the platform, let the heaven and the earth be the audience, and let his mind relax.

There is a faint light in my mind, and a new understanding is brewing. It only takes one opportunity to capture it...

At this moment, Jiang Wang's hairs stood on end!

He felt a great fear originating from the instinct of life, and the shadow of death instantly covered his mind.

He turned around and drew his sword!

The majestic sword intent soars to the sky, and the sword light suddenly rises.

He saw a slap!

A slap that covers the sky and covers everything.

The sword light suddenly rose and disappeared.

Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but his whole body was frozen in the sky, unable to escape. Can't move.

The footsteps of death have already stepped on the door.

clang!

The slap fell and hit an ancient copper bell, making a long chime.

Jiang Wang only felt that he was covered by a golden light, dazzled and fascinated, as if entering a world of golden light, and then the bell rang loudly, as if surrounded by the supreme Zen sound.

Vaguely heard the Buddha singing magnificently, saying - "So I heard it!"

Then the golden light dissipated, and the heaven and earth reappeared.

A copper clock turned up and down, and fell into the hands of a ragged old monk in front of him.

He was hanging in front of him, his back turned to Jiang, and he faced forward.

His figure is not tall, he can even be called skinny.

He also didn't have any high personality, and the monk's clothes on his body were already tattered and stained with blood.

From Jiang Wang's perspective, he could see the dirty back of his neck and the not-so-clean back of his head. Dark wrinkled skin can be seen in the holes in the monk's robe.

But his voice was majestic—

"Stand back, disciple, let me come as master!"

It was the bitter old monk who hadn't seen him for several months.

Overcoming the pain, Jiang Wang finally saw the owner of the previous terrifying slap—it was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face, but there was majesty between his eyebrows and eyes.

Before a simple slap could be struck, the sword's power had already collapsed, and there was no room for resistance in the cultivation of the supernatural powers of the two schools. At this age and appearance again, his identity is naturally ready to be revealed at this time.

Zhuang Gaoxian, the current Lord of Zhuangjing and the country, is Zhuang Gaoxian!

"I heard the clock?"

Zhuang Gaoxian frowned, obviously also a little surprised: "I wonder which master from Xuankong Temple is in person?"

He and Ye Lingxiao had tacitly missed each other by far, leaving Du Ruhui behind, chasing all the way to Changhe, and finally caught up with the murderer who killed Dong A.

I just saw that it was such a young boy.

He was already very surprised that this person could be involved in the Evil God of Bone and the Tomb of Myriad Realms, and what was even more unexpected was that after chasing after Changhe, he discovered that this person was actually related to the Xuankong Temple!

He clearly heard that the old monk called himself "Master".

How could the disciples of the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism have anything to do with the Bone Evil God and the Tomb of Myriad Worlds?

Almost immediately, he thought of countless conspiracies, and his thoughts changed sharply.

"cough!"

Ku Jue faces Zhuang Gaoxian and his back to Jiang Wang.

He knows very well that only leaving a back view is the most stalwart image, so he never looks back.

He fought hard to get injured and forcibly broke through the sky wind to arrive here in time to save his lover.

After spending so much hard work, the image must not be lost at this time.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight!" He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian and said majesticly: "Standing in front of you is the future Pure Land Buddha, the next abbot of Xuankong Temple—Master Kujue! In the future, he will establish a golden body for all eternity , You will surely prove the good fruit of Bodhi in the future. Who are you, dare to touch the disciples of the Buddha?"

Zhuang Gaoxian frowned even tighter.

The old monk spoke a lot, but they were all about "future", "next", "future" and "later", none of which were actually implemented. It's kind of crazy, talking nonsense.

But it happens that I Wenzhong can't fake it, and his cultivation level of a real person in the world can't deceive others.

"I am the lord of the mountains and rivers in Zhuangjing, and I have received the seal of Yujing, the country of the Royal Dao!" Zhuang Gaoxian said coldly: "Master, you said that the thief who assassinated my Zhuangguo's deputy prime minister was a disciple of your Xuankong Temple." Can I understand that you want to declare war on my Taoist sect on behalf of Xuankong Temple?"

Zhuang Gaoxian can only represent the Zhuang Kingdom, but this does not prevent him from using his status as a vassal of the Dao to raise the Daomen tiger flag at this time.

"I don't even know what you're talking about!"

The old monk was very cunning, so he naturally refused to fall into this trick. With a sneer, he scratched and creaked his nest again: "My apprentice, I have always been kind and kind. That's sweeping the floor to fear the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth gauze lamp. You say he kills people? I don't even believe in killing chickens!"

Not only the old monk didn't believe it, but Jiang Wang himself didn't believe it either.

With his sword qi soaring to the sky, it is too much to say that he dare not kill chickens.

Of course, Zhuang Gaoxian couldn't believe it either.

He stretched out his hands, showing arrogance: "So, does the master really want to do it?"

Whether the old monk was slippery or not, he didn't want to tell whether the young man was the murderer or not. That makes no sense. In this case, the arguing between you and me is tantamount to giving up hunting. And he has spent so much time chasing after him, of course he refuses to give up.

If it is not enough to involve the confrontation between Buddhism and Taoism, then it is the most suitable choice to extract both Zhuangguo and Xuankong Temple and talk as real people in the world.

So he only asked, whether to fight! It is precisely to weigh the weight of this old monk and how far he is willing to go to protect the murderer.

Kujue laughed. Although his clothes were rags and his injuries had not healed, he did not show any weakness and was arrogant and domineering: "The monk has compassion in mind. The Buddha advises you to turn back as soon as possible!"

At the same time, Jiang Wang heard an urgent voice in his ears: "This guy hurts, the good guy runs first!"

Regarding the arrogance of Kujue, Zhuang Gaoxian laughed angrily, and only said: "Okay!"

No longer restrained, he waved his palm up immediately.

The sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles is churning, and the long river under the feet is shaking.

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you will find it!"

Kujue Hong shouted angrily, majestic. With the palms together, a golden "卍" Buddhist seal was born out of thin air, and it rose in the wind. Like a golden wall, firmly blocking the front.

The two real people in the world started a battle on this long river.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wang turned around and flew away.

Ku Jue came all the way to rescue him, it was impossible for him not to be moved.

But he is very clear that with his current strength, he has no chance to affect the battle of real people in the world.

Leaving here quickly, so that Kujue doesn't have to worry about him, and has the opportunity to get out of the battle, is the best choice.

Insisting on staying here to live and die with suffering is the most stupid hypocrisy.

Apart from touching yourself and dragging others down, it will have no meaning.