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Chapter 148 The True Name of the Bronze Tripod
The clear golden colored glass body light flows.

The old monk and Chen Chengbi looked at each other, and Chen Chengbi said:

"Didn't you say, more than ten years?"

The old monk groaned for a long time, and suddenly he was surprised and said, "No!"

Chen Chengbi muttered something was wrong, then followed the old monk's gaze, his expression slightly frozen. He saw the glow of Li Guanyi's glazed body flowing, and then a ray of breath flowed out directly from his golden muscles and jade bones.

It fell to the ground, Buddha's light flowed, and the rocks and land in front of the young man cracked.

A seed sprouted, and then the Buddha's light flowed, fell, and dripped on the seed.

The seeds sprout and grow slowly.

The old monk's mouth twitched.

The expression on his face was even more outrageous than when he saw Li Guanyi's quick-development of his Glazed Body.

Chen Chengbi was dumbfounded and asked, "What is this?"

The old monk sighed and said, "...I don't know, it seems that the Buddha nature of the relics has returned to heaven and earth."

"Then, this little donor, if you really want to join my Buddhist sect, please do so."

Chen Chengbi said, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

"Speaking of which, should we still wake him up?"

The old monk said, "We have to wake him up. Although I don't know where he got so much Buddha light from, many of those monks have wooden heads and only know how to chant. If we don't care, what will happen if the young donor washes his head?"

"By then, I'll be the kind of person who has only Amitabha Buddha in his mind, and I'll be so angry that I'll die."

Chen Chengbi asked, "Aren't all monks like this?"

The old monk kicked him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Bullshit."

Since there were no outsiders around, the old monk didn't care. He tapped his toes comfortably and said:

"That thing is a thief bald."

“Buddhism should be a heart that seeks knowledge and wisdom that comes from within.”

"It's like a person giving birth to a child or a flower blooming, all naturally. But if you cut open a person's belly and hold out the blood before they are pregnant and have no Buddha nature, how can you say that you are learning Buddhism? You are just a wooden donkey imitating human speech."

Chen Chengbi said: "You are still like this. How can you become a living Buddha like this?"

The old monk said with a worried look: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Chen Chengbi laughed heartily.

The old monk scratched his head and said:

"Anyway, this is inappropriate. We have to wake him up. The three families and three religions don't teach in this way."

"The Confucian master hopes that you will become a useful person."

"The founder of Taoism hopes that you will live a carefree life."

"The Buddha of Buddhism hopes that you will be well and not be deceived."

"It was these three companies that, when there were more people, some of them became distorted beyond recognition."

While they were thinking about how to wake Li Guanyi up, Li Guanyi had already started fighting in his sea of ​​consciousness. The others might not be good at fighting in the consciousness, but Li Guanyi was very familiar with it.

The divine weapon halberd that appeared in his palm tore and chopped, breaking the figures of the monks passing by into pieces, and transformed them into pure vital energy. Li Guanyi let the energy of those monks who had achieved enlightenment before return to heaven and earth.

I'm not going to let these guys go.

The fighting method of the Xue family halberd is mixed with the energy of various special skills.

Destroy everything!

Either it is the rolling waves or the force of destroying mountains.

Or the Overlord's attack, unrestrained and free, and both domineering and unrestrained.

The incarnations of Buddhism were defeated one by one, until only an old monk was left.

He actually swept his sleeve across with one hand and caught the halberd: "General Xue's halberd..."

"Juan Tao, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The old monk raised his eyes and said calmly, "Just because General Xue can defeat me doesn't mean you can too. Although this is your sea of ​​consciousness, what we are competing for is also the accumulation of martial arts. My understanding of martial arts far exceeds yours. You can't defeat me with your halberd."

Judging from his words, he was actually the leader of the Buddhist Kingdom who was defeated by General Xue five hundred years ago. At this moment, he clasped his hands together, and with his Buddhist martial arts, he was able to force the halberd away with such majesty.

In an instant, it came closer.

His expression and posture were calm and composed, showing the bearing of a master.

The halberd was bounced away.

Li Guanyi raised his left hand and grasped the halberd with both hands. The next moment, the aura of the overlord rose violently. A trace of solidification appeared on the old monk's face. Looking at the surroundings, it had turned into a pure, final battlefield of the overlord.

The next moment, Li Guanyi was like a overlord possessed, and he chopped down with his halberd.

"Isn't this the halberd of General Xue..."

The old monk couldn't catch it.

He fell backwards, hit the ground, and turned into a stream of Buddha light, disappearing. The young man raised his halberd and said:

"This is my sea of ​​consciousness. How could I be bullied by you?"

All the remaining powers of the past monks gathered in the bronze tripod. The jade liquid emitting golden Buddha light in the bronze tripod was finally accumulated to perfection. Li Guanyi originally planned to push the bronze tripod over and let the jade liquid flow down, but at this moment he suddenly found this place somewhat familiar.

He was pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness by the monks.

The last time Li Guanyi came into his consciousness.

It was when he entered the secret realm of General Xue that he was guided by Yaoguang to break through.

He seemed to see stone carvings of Dharma images and layers of white jade steps leading to nowhere, and now, when he dispersed the remaining aura of the many monks, he saw again what he had seen then.

Wisps of white clouds swept by, the sun was hanging high in the sky, and golden light fell on the white clouds, turning into layers of ripples.

Li Guanyi exerted force on the hand holding the halberd, and the original mountain scenery shattered and turned into mist, which dissipated together, revealing the white jade-like floor under his feet, revealing endless and complex patterns.

There are huge stone sculptures on all four sides, a white tiger, a red dragon, a black tortoise and a blue phoenix.

The spirits are all lit up.

Li Guanyi took a deep breath, he raised his head and saw the steps and the jade-colored throne at the top of the white jade steps. He walked over slowly, but just like the first time, when he stepped on it, the clouds collapsed and Li Guanyi's consciousness fell violently.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."

Li Guanyi sighed.

He was extremely curious about what kind of scenery was on the white jade steps. Everything in front of him dispersed, the bronze tripod dispersed, and the golden Buddha light and luck flowed around his body, just like the first time he mastered the martial arts taught by Yue Qianfeng.

In addition, with the remaining Buddhist energy from the Tuyuhun royal seal, his body underwent a transformation.

Li Guanyi slowly opened his eyes and saw Chen Chengbi trying to roll up his sleeves to come over.

Seems like he's going to hit himself.

The old man slapped him directly in the face.

Li Guanyi's scalp tingled and he almost instinctively moved backwards.

"What are you doing, old man?!"

"Huh? You woke up?!"

Li Guanyi saw a small tree in front of him. Chen Chengbi looked at Li Guanyi and then at the old monk over there. The old monk nodded and said, "It's okay. I didn't get brainwashed by those guys with stones in their heads."

So Chen Chengbi breathed a sigh of relief.

He laughed and said, "Ha, okay, okay, come on, little guy, try your hand with me."

Chen Chengbi stepped forward and Li Guanyi retreated backward, drawing his halberd.

As the two of them were sparring and fighting, the old monk stood there with his left hand hanging down and a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand. He looked at a tree growing in front of him, lowered his eyes gently, and stretched out his palm to gently brush the leaves of the tree.

There was a warm and peaceful feeling on the monk's face.

He whispered in his heart:
"My dear seniors and grandmasters, we meet again."

He stood there, the smiling old monk looking at the new saplings.

It seemed like a whole sixty years had passed in a daze, and the old monk in the main hall was looking at the young novice monk.

The wind blew and the tree swayed slightly.

The old monk lowered his eyes and looked at Li Guanyi with more kindness in his eyes.

He withdrew his hand and said, "We are not worried about the moves. As for the physical strength, you should have it, but..." He moved his hand, and the string of Buddhist beads fell beside the pavilion. The old monk said, "Young donor, young donor."

Li Guanyi and Chen Chengbi stopped fighting.

The old monk pointed to the pavilion over there and said gently:

"Young donor, please help the old monk get the Buddhist beads." This was not a difficult task, so Li Guanyi certainly agreed. He went to get it, but the old monk's move seemed too coincidental and it fell into a gap. Li Guanyi instinctively stretched out his hand to knock on the gap, wanting to put his fingers further inside.

A low rumbling sound.

Li Guanyi moved slightly and looked to the side.

He lifted this pavilion three feet high with one hand!

Li Guanyi's pupils contracted as he saw that the pavilion seemed to be about to fall upside down at the foot of the mountain. He instantly changed his movements from lifting to pressing. With a loud bang, the bluestone base of the pavilion was pressed down heavily, and it sank three inches.

Although this pavilion is small, it is definitely not light.

Chen Chengbi's eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "Good, good, good! Hahahaha, you can already hold down a galloping horse with one hand, so you can also carry the Iron Pagoda horse and man with a load of ten thousand pounds with both hands."

"The internal energy of the third floor is only one level higher than yours. The strength lies in the improvement of perception, and your moves are enough to predict. With the difference in internal energy between the third and second floors, it is impossible to suppress your brute force!"

"Stable!"

The old man celebrated at halftime.

Li Guanyi looked at his palm. He had not expected that the combination of dragon tendons, tiger marrow and glass body could bring about such a huge transformation. He could achieve this only by relying on physical strength and without using any Dharma images.

He holds a weapon that can smash the pavilion into pieces.

With one punch, the bluestone would shatter into powder.

But there is a huge difference compared to lifting it with one hand.

The old monk said: "Don't underestimate your opponent."

"Xu Huiyang is the grandson of the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint's martial arts are no worse than yours and mine. If he is trained since childhood, I wonder how many different magical skills he knows. Moreover, this is the first time he has fought against a martial arts master. Perhaps it will directly affect the young monk's reputation in the martial arts world."

“We also had a period like this in the past.”

The old monk had a gentle look, as if he was reminiscing, as if the scenes in the martial arts world, the chivalrous interactions, the young men walking the world with swords in hand, and the high-spirited scenes, were almost as if they happened yesterday.

A young man practicing martial arts, a monk chanting scriptures, a captain reading a military book, a beautiful and weird girl, and a gentle and elegant Taoist priest. They knew each other when they were young, they lived and died together, and they were...

Chen Chengbi leaned against an old pine tree in the mountains and laughed loudly, "Ah, right, right, right."

"I will remember your reputation as the Black Monk for the rest of my life."

“Hahahahahaha, as black as coal.”

The Living Buddha's memory was interrupted.

The old monk, who grew up in the Western Regions and traveled to the Central Plains and was almost sold, said indifferently, "Your reputation as the Mad King is not much less than that."

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and the Living Buddha stared at him expressionlessly.

Then the two old men sighed, as if they felt it was not decent to bring up the past events of the other side in front of the younger generation, so they decided not to mention these things anymore.

So worried.

"Among us, only Zu Wenyuan has a good reputation in the martial arts world."

"Miss Gongsun is not bad either."

"A gentleman has no moon, and Tao calculates the universe."

"Even Old Zhou has a way to break the formation."

"Who the hell named me the Mad King and you the Black-headed Monk? It sounds like you're doing odd jobs for the young hero. It's not classy at all." Even though sixty years have passed, Chen Chengbi was still nagging when he talked about this.

Chen Chengbi patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder and placed high hopes on him:
"I must make a good name for myself!!!"

The old monk said gently, "However, that young swordsman is unrivaled in swordsmanship. There are three leaders in the world of swordsmanship. The first is the sword maniac, the second is the swordsman, and the third is the Gongyang Suwang. The names of the three are well-known in the area, and they have competed with each other many times."

"Among them, the Sword Master is second."

"King Gongyang Su gradually calmed down his temper, while the sword maniac's record of success was outstanding."

"The Sword Master has high hopes for his grandson."

"Xu Huiyang, at the same time, understood the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint, the [Sword Control] of one of the six palace masters of the academy, and the [Heart Sword] of Gongyang Suwang, one of the six palace masters."

"Among the children of King Gongyang Su, few are skilled in the art of swordsmanship."

"The requirements of Confucianism are too high. Although Wang Tong also studied Gongyang Confucianism and practiced in the academy, he cultivated Qi instead of Confucianism. The sword maniac is overbearing. The Murong family is determined to defend the 18th city. Since what happened that year, the sword maniac no longer teaches his disciples."

"The Murong family no longer has any outstanding swordsmen walking the rivers and lakes."

"Xu Huiyang is equivalent to the successor cultivated by the second and third sword masters."

"He is a martial arts master and swordsman, and he has inherited the sword skills of both the Taoist and Confucian schools of the academy."

"Even though the Sword Maniac is far away in the Eighteen Provinces of Jiangnan, he will still care."

Chen Chengbi was also a little unsure. He said, "There's nothing we can do. If this kid had met you and me earlier, after ten years of training, he would not be worse than Xu Huiyang. But, alas..."

The old monk said, "Young donor, remember, the Confucian heart sword is a tool to directly question your heart."

"The Taoist Xiantian is said to be able to decapitate people from a thousand miles away."

"The art of controlling a sword should not be underestimated."

Li Guan nodded in agreement. He was even more curious about Xu Huiyang who had never drawn his sword. Born into a noble family, he was taught by a master, and had the sword taught by two palace masters of the academy. No wonder he made it into the top eight in the competition without even drawing his sword.

However, sword maniac Murong Longtu...

Li Guanyi held the weapon in his hand, not knowing what he was feeling.

Li Guanyi said goodbye to the two old men and returned to Xue's house, catching up with the first battle of the day. Ge Shuyin won. Although Zhou Liuying was also brave and fought Ge Shuyin with a spear for thirty rounds, after all, the gap in realm was huge, and his weapon was broken, and blood came out of his knuckles.

He still held the broken spear and used it as a weapon to fight, and finally took advantage of Geshu's drinking and underestimated the enemy.

Leaving a wound on Geshuyin's face.

He was then severely beaten by Geshu Yin, and finally fought to exhaustion. His pupils lost focus and he was almost in a coma. At this time, he never let go of the weapon in his hand until he fainted, and he held up his body tightly, with blood flowing from his forehead.

With one hand supporting the broken spear, he pointed his weapon forward with the other hand and shouted angrily:

"Twenty-two years ago, my grandfather used the Breaking Formation Song to destroy your Iron Pagoda! I am his descendant, and his blood still flows in my veins. As long as my younger brother Zhongyuan is not dead, the Iron Pagoda will not come down!"

The Emperor of Chen State smiled slightly, seeming dissatisfied.

But Geshu Yin returned the greeting solemnly: "You are the descendant of General Zhou."

"On the battlefield, I will wait for you to come and fight me to the death."

"it is good!"

Zhou Liuying laughed loudly, fainted and was taken away. Emperor Chen suppressed his displeasure and said calmly: "Young children do not understand the general situation of the world, and speak nonsense. I am sorry to have laughed at you, my distinguished guest."

The seven kings were impressed that he was generous in praising his enemies:
"The offspring of a fierce tiger is still as brave as ever. He is a brave general. The descendant of the one who broke through the formation can also take over his grandfather's army. He is the legend of defeating cavalry with infantry. I really hope that we will meet again on the battlefield."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for having such a loyal minister to his country."

Emperor Chen remained silent.

Li Guanyi looked at Zhou Liuying and felt the aspirations for home and country in the hearts of these young people.

When he returned to the Xue family to recuperate, Po Jun came looking for him and said, "It's almost time, my lord. Tomorrow's two battles will be between you and the Sword Saint's grandson, and the last one will be Chen Yuyun. After the four winners are selected, rewards will be given."

“That’s when everyone’s attention is focused.”

"Oh, by the way, I'm gathering intelligence, you can take a look."

Pojun handed a lot of files to Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi flipped through them. They were records of Chen Yuyun, including his personality, martial arts, and behavioral habits. When he turned to the third page, Li Guanyi froze slightly.

That was the jade plate, because Chen Yuyun always said that the jade came with him, just like Ying Guo said that his emperor was the reincarnation of a dragon and a phoenix. Many people had seen this jade plate, and Pojun found someone with a photographic memory to draw it.

Jade plate, Kuilong, cloud and water patterns.

But what the people of this world see as clouds and water are just words in Li Guanyi's eyes.

[Yu collected gold from the nine herdsmen and cast nine tripods, each of which was used to cook the gods and ghosts, and his achievements were recorded]

Po Jun was stunned. He saw that his lord was slightly stunned. Then he raised his eyes slightly. Li Guanyi could see that in the murderous intent towards Chen Yuyun, besides his own hatred, there was another kind of heavier and purer thing.

It seems to be a determination to accomplish something at all costs.

Regarding this thing and this situation, Li Guanyi and his compatriots in his previous life would make similar judgments.

This thing can only be in the hands of my family.

I buried this thing on the spot. There was no way it would remain in Chen Yuyun's hands.

Especially since this guy is a thief.

Li Guanyi exhaled and said, "When will we start?"

Po Jun replied: "Tomorrow night."

"After the feast!"

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)