NovelBonte Chapter 126 Five visits to Mount Tai
Chapter 126 Five visits to Mount Tai
Chapter 126 Visit from Mount Wutai
Li Yingqi was amazed, and even more unbelievable.
You must know that the Tianlei Twin Swords are the treasures of Emei's sect, and they are known as the divine swords closest to immortal weapons.
As long as you recognize the master, no one else can control it!
Why is there a strange situation in front of me?
Li Yingqi and Changkong Wuji worked hard to run their skills and control their twin swords of thunder.
"not good!"
Following Zhangkong Wuji's exclamation.
The sword pill, which was as dazzling as blue thunder, broke free from Changkong Wuji's control and soared into the sky.
The sword energy soared into the sky and turned into a thousand-meter-long blue lightsaber, stirring up the wind and clouds.
Li Yingqi's sky strikes were released, like the most gorgeous fireworks in the summer starry sky, flying into the sky in a series of "boom, boom, boom", moving like a dragon and dancing like a colorful phoenix.
Li Yingqi and Chang Kong Wuji looked at each other, staring blankly into the sky.
In this way, their divine sword merged with the "big troop".
On the Golden Summit of Emei, thousands of swords gathered together to form a long river of sword energy.
Thousands of flying swords are flying around the golden dome hall, and the swords are clear and clear, like a joyful song.
Everyone shouted, or urged the sword formula, trying to take back their flying swords, but they were powerless.
"My flying sword is out of control!"
"mine too!"
"Sister, how could this happen?"
The Emei disciples could only turn to Li Yingqi for help.
As a senior sister, Li Yingqi really wants to say, you ask me, who will I ask!
Duan Lei, the light splitting sword, replied: "A group of swords are flying around the main hall, and the master is sitting cross-legged in the hall to practice. Could this matter be related to the master?"
The Seventh Master in Yun Zhong nodded in agreement.
Changkong Wuji said: "Since that's the case, let's wait here for Master to leave the customs."
Time passed little by little.
Lu Ming, who had reshaped his body, slowly opened his eyes.
A pair of calm and deep eyes were like hidden sword pills. As the eyes flickered, the light of the sword emerged and the shadow of the sword flickered in the empty hall!
Lu Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the turbid air turned into a sword, which was three feet long, almost pierced through the hall, and shot away.
"When the eyes turned, the sword shadow floated, and when I opened my mouth, the sword energy flew out. Has my sword practice reached the peak of the world?"
"I don't know if I will succeed in reshaping my body."
Lu Ming whispered, raised his hand and took a few glances.
He originally had a childish face with white hair, and his skin was as delicate as a baby's. You couldn't tell much just by looking at his skin.
He could only take out the Haotian Mirror and look in the mirror, only to find that after the physical body was reshaped, his appearance had indeed changed drastically and he was completely younger.
The mirror reflected a handsome face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are neither thick nor thin. He is classically handsome and masculine.
Coupled with a pair of deep and stern eyes, it seems that there is a calm lake in the snowy mountains and pine forests.
Xuantian Zong is already a rare handsome man in the world of cultivation. Lu Ming feels that his appearance is enough to hang Xuantian Zong up and beat him.
"This way you can feel immersed."
Lu Ming looked at the Haotian Mirror, which reflected his own appearance, and nodded with slight satisfaction.
"The only fly in the ointment is that my hair is silver."
Lu Ming looked at his shawl hair.
The white-browed ancestor made his beard and hair look like the thread of a sword.
Lu Ming naturally shaved off his long beard, leaving only a head of white hair.
Fortunately, the hair is not withered and white, but the kind of crystal silver, it's okay to get used to it.
The white robe and silver hair, on the contrary, added a few strands of immortality that were different from the world.
"When my sword spirit is fully nourished, I can shrink it and use it as a hairpin to pull my hair up into a bun."
Lu Ming thought to himself.
"Clearly..."
There was a sound of swords and noise outside the hall.
"what happened?"
Lu Ming stood up, left the high platform of the hall, and walked towards the hall door step by step.
With a push of both hands, the temple door opened.
"Look, someone has come out of the Golden Roof Hall!"
"Is it the headmaster?"
"Master has left the customs?"
Many Emei disciples who were waiting outside the hall were surprised at first when they saw Lu Ming walking out of the hall, and then they were all stunned.
"who are you?"
"Who dares to trespass on the Holy Land of Emei!"
Some disciples feel as if they are facing an enemy.
"Wait a minute, look at him wearing the headmaster's robe."
"He is... the headmaster? It doesn't look like it!"
"There is no mistake, it is the breath of the master!"
"The appearance has completely changed, becoming so young, so--handsome!"
To everyone's surprise.
The sword boy closest to Lu Ming was stunned and couldn't recognize Patriarch Baimei at all.
Lu Ming coughed lightly, maintaining his majesty, and a loud voice sounded.
"Yes, it is this seat."
"I'll wait to see the head teacher!"
In the Baiyushi square, everyone knelt down and prayed loudly.
Lu Ming nodded slightly.
"I fought against Youquan, and I knew that the physical body is a big shortcoming, so I reshaped the physical body to make up for this shortcoming."
Upon hearing this, disciples such as Tianlei Shuangjian, Yunzhong Qizi and others suddenly realized.
Lu Ming thought for a moment, and said seriously: "We cultivators eat the wind and drink the dew, fly to the sky and hide from the earth, live with the sun and the moon, and live with the heaven and the earth. You have a stinky skin, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it."
"The disciple has been taught!"
The crowd responded in unison.
Lu Ming nodded and casually brushed it off.
Fortunately, he is the head teacher, majestic as a mountain, no one is stupid to ask Lu Ming why he made himself so handsome.
Lu Ming looked up at the sky, and saw sword energy flying around the hall, forming a magnificent river of swords.
"I see."
Lu Ming suddenly understood the situation.
"I am a sword cultivator with a three-foot green blade who will be invincible for the rest of his life. Don't let go of the sword in your hand!"
After finishing speaking, with a wave of Lu Ming's palm, Jianhe "collapsed" in an instant.
Three thousand flying swords, like willow catkins fluttering, flowers splashing, a bird returning to its nest, flying back to its master's scabbard.
When the Emei disciples saw their flying swords returning to their sheaths, they were both surprised and delighted, and shocked at the same time.
No matter how stupid they were, they understood that the scene just now had something to do with Lu Ming.
"Thank you, Master (teacher)! I will follow the instruction!!"
"Okay, let's go."
Lu Ming, with white robe and silver hair, waved his hand.
After the three thousand disciples resigned, they sacrificed Feifei's sword, flew with the sword, and returned to their own mountain.
Lu Ming tiptoed, climbed onto the roof of the Golden Dome Hall, looked at the peaks of Shu Mountain, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.
There are pieces of auspicious clouds, shining golden light, floating fairy mountains, and a fairy atmosphere.
Who can imagine that not long ago, he was a mortal?
The wind blows up.
Lu Ming was blown away by his white robe.
Lu Ming looked at Pansluo Valley, which was hundreds of miles away.
The demonic clouds covering the sky and the bloody light rising into the sky are really an ominous sign and a sign of disaster!
"Youquan, you are destined to fail."
……
Among the Shu Mountains, there is a very majestic mountain called Emei, which is higher than ten thousand Renren, and the clouds surround the mountainside.
As long as you stand on the top of the mountain, it seems that the sky is under your feet and the sea of clouds is boundless.
The tops of the mountains, like mushrooms after a spring rain, emerge from the sea of clouds.
The main peak of Emei is shining with golden light, the palace is located, and there are eight floating islands floating around it. The scene is wonderful and indescribably magnificent.
Lu Ming's eyes were farsighted, and he saw the light of the Buddha in the west, and bursts of esoteric Sanskrit sounds came with the wind.
"The Buddhist masters from Mount Wutai are here."
With a flash in Lu Ming's eyes, he flew in from the "patio" of the Golden Roof Hall, and landed smoothly on the high platform in the shape of Bagua Taiji.
With his white robe spread on the floor, Lu Ming calmly sat cross-legged and began to practice peacefully.
Not long after, the sword boy who was guarding the gate of the hall said via voice transmission: "Master Headmaster, the eminent monk of Mount Wutai is here to see you!"
Lu Ming opened his eyes and said calmly: "Go quickly to gather the Emei disciples and gather at Kunyuan Palace to meet the Buddhist Taoist friends from Mount Wutai."
Emei has three halls and nine palaces.
The Golden Roof Hall is where all disciples of the entire Emei sect meet with the head teacher and discuss matters.
In addition, there are Qianyuan Palace, Kunyuan Palace, Sanyuan Palace and other palaces.
Kunyuan Palace is used to receive distinguished guests.
Qianyuan Palace, known as the place where Emei is closest to the way of heaven, is the retreat place of Baimei Patriarch and one of the forbidden places in Emei.
When the White Eyebrow Ancestor "ascended" to other worlds to search for the power of the universe, he became immortalized in Qianyuan Palace and ascended.
Lu Ming used to think that Patriarch Baimei was a Mahayana monk who had survived the catastrophe and ascended to other worlds, which meant that he actually went to the fairy world.
But now it seems that it is not.
In addition to the human world, there are also worlds such as the demon world, the demon world, the spirit world, the god world, and the underworld.
Legend has it that in the early days, the heavens and myriad worlds were integrated into one, and the chaos remained undivided.
Only because later, immeasurable calamities broke out, and several world-destroying wars shattered the chaotic world, forming the current structure.
In the meantime, there are still many ancient secrets, and the water is very deep.
Of course, these are things for later.
Lu Ming left for Kunyuan Palace.
He stood up, took a step, leaving a faint afterimage of his body, and came to the entrance of the hall.
Taking another step, Lu Ming appeared in Baiyushi Square again.
Taking one step at a time, it was like changing one's body, shrinking into an inch, and arriving at Kunyuan Palace with vast supernatural powers.
On several hills around the main peak, sword light occasionally passed by and disappeared into Kunyuan Palace.
Kun Yuan Palace.
All the eminent monks from Mount Wutai and the disciples from the peaks of Emei came.
The old monk headed by him had a pale face, tall bearded cheeks, and was wearing a golden monk's robe. His aura was majestic and there was a sharp edge hidden in it, which made people dare not underestimate him.
On the contrary, Lu Ming, who is the master of swordsmanship, does not show off his sharp edge, giving people a calm, peaceful and unfathomable feeling.
This old monk is the abbot of Mount Wutai, and his dharma name is Zun Sheng.
His Dharma practice is comparable to the early stage of the Good Fortune Realm.
However, compared to Lu Ming, who was in the Great Perfection of Creation Realm, he was naturally inferior.
"White eyebrows?"
Zen Master Zunsheng was startled suddenly when he saw the handsome and handsome man in white robe coming towards him, his eyes showed suspicion.
"Respect the holy monk."
Lu Ming made a slight salute.
"It's just a skin, don't need to pay too much attention."
Zen Master Zunsheng was in a trance for a moment, folded his hands together, bowed and said, "I have a picture."
Immediately afterwards, the old monk said slowly again:
"Since you sent someone to inform us about Wutai Mountain, I immediately called the disciples and quickly covered the entire mountain with scriptures, but it still couldn't stop the spiritual energy from leaking out."
"It seems that the blood hole has devoured the vitality of the spiritual vein from the bottom of our mountain. I am afraid that the Golden Dragon Buddha Seal will not last long, and we will face this catastrophe."
(End of this chapter)