Chapter 182
The Sword Master Comes Out
Chapter 182 The Sword Master Comes Out
Western Regions, Jiuchang Temple.
A quiet meditation room located in the green bamboo forest, a quiet path extends from the shallow threshold.
The old monk, holding a rosary in his hand, walked into the bamboo forest along the path.
The wind is rustling, the sparrows are chirping, and the bamboo shadows are swaying, all peaceful and peaceful.
Hanging Arhat looked pious, and walked to the door of the meditation room.
In the Zen room, no one opened the door, but they seemed to see the arrival of the Hanging Arhat.
"Hang Xuan, have you finished your homework for today?"
"Sir, Kongxuan's homework has been finished." Hearing this sound, Kongxuan Arhat bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, and his voice should be respectful.
In the eyes of other monks in Jiuchang Temple, he is a high-ranking Arhat.
But in front of this person, he had to behave like the most humble little monk.
Just because in that meditation room is Xuyuan Bodhisattva, the first-rank supreme state of Jiuchang Temple!
After he finished speaking, the bamboo forest fell into silence.
After pondering for a long time, there was another voice from the monastery: "On weekdays, you will not go up the mountain without incident."
"Your Majesty predicts things like a god."
Kongxuan Arhat once again said, "I have something that I don't understand, so I ask you to explain it to me."
"In recent days, the Lord of the Great Xia Sword Hut has been rampant, disregarding the covenants of the alliances, and under his spiritual thoughts, he has disturbed the mind and caused many monks to suffer terribly. Disciple, dare to ask, can you know about this?"
After finishing speaking, the head of Arhat was buried even lower in the air.
In the past three days, the spiritual thoughts of Mo Qingshan, the sword master of Zhongzhou Jianlu, centered on Jianhu, and it can be said that he has swept the entire Shangyuan.
Among them, naturally include the temples in the Western Regions, the Holy Land in Tokyo, the Southern Desolation and the Northern Sea, all of which have never been let go.
And all the practitioners felt the rage-filled divine sense.
Many monks in Jiuchang Temple were disturbed by him when they were practicing Zen, their breath was not smooth, and they had unspeakable suffering.
And they belong to Jiuchang Temple, which is also one of the six major forces, and they think they are not weaker than others.
As a result, many monks are waiting for the response from the middle and upper levels of the temple.
But as time passed, they found that there was no movement in the upper echelons of the temple.
It was as if he hadn't noticed it at all.
Dissatisfaction is also getting worse.
Even among many pilgrims, rumors and rumors are flying all over the sky.
It is conceivable that the hanging arhat, who is in charge of the common affairs of the Jiuchang Temple, is under pressure.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to visit the Bodhisattva.
But asking Xuyuan Bodhisattva so blatantly made his heart beat.
There was a long silence in the Zen room, just when the Hanging Arhat was about to return disappointed.
The voice of Xuyuan Bodhisattva finally sounded again,
"Kongxuan, the Mo Qingshan of today is not the usual Mo Qingshan."
"The death of the junior Jiang surnamed made him crazy, so let him go crazy."
When Kongxuan Arhat heard this, his heart was shocked, and he put his palms together, "I understand."
Bodhisattva Xuyuan said again, "That's right, Emperor Xi Yuan and the saint died, Ji Ke was trapped in the capital, only Mo Qingshan was left alone, and the younger generation Jiang died and Dao disappeared, Daxia is already green and yellow. "
"Everything is a foregone conclusion, the decline of Great Xia is inevitable."
"At this moment, there is no need to touch his bad luck."
"Or...do you want to repeat what happened 30 years ago?"
As soon as these words came out, Kongxuan Luohan shuddered Lingling!
He remembered something bad.
The normal First-Rank Supreme Realm is completely different from the crazy First-Rank Supreme Realm.
The former can be discussed and negotiated, taking into account the pros and cons, and can still turn things around.
As for the latter...
30 years ago, Mo Qingshan had already shown it to the world once—with the floating corpses of thousands of monks from the Jiuchang Temple camp, the mountain of unjust souls, and the bloody bones of the Western Regions...
Under Xuyuan Bodhisattva's awakening, the back of the Hanging Arhat was already covered with cold sweat.
He bid farewell and retreated to the bamboo forest.
But the moment he walked out of the bamboo forest, a cold chill rose from his back.
Previously, outside the meditation room.
His attention was on Mo Qingshan.
It wasn't until now that he suddenly reacted.
——Now the news of Jiangnan's disappearance has spread throughout Shangyuan.
But that's all, it's just missing.
Even Mo Qingshan is still looking like crazy.
No one can determine whether he is alive or dead, or where he is.
However, just now, between the words of the lord, he said frankly that Jiangnan is dead!
For a moment, dripping cold sweat covered the whole body of the Hanging Arhat.
Faintly, he seemed to have noticed a terrible secret.
It's just this secret that he can only rot in the bottom of his heart for the rest of his life.
Otherwise, it will be difficult...
.
The same is true for the rest of the Shangyuan forces.
Among them, the reaction from the east was the strongest.
After all, unlike Southern Wilderness and Beihai, the Eastern Territory has three of the six major forces.
And the Three Sacred Lands also commanded the entire Eastern Realm Ten Thousand Sects.
When Mo Qingshan's divine sense from Zhongzhou swept across their sect arbitrarily, many forces were naturally dissatisfied.
After a long time of no movement in the Three Holy Lands.
Some old guys with ulterior motives entangled all forces and rushed to the Three Holy Lands.
Its intention is to promote the Three Holy Lands to stand up for the entire Eastern Territory.
The mighty parade stood outside the gate of the Three Holy Lands for a day and a night.
The loud petitions rang out all day and all night.
Of course, most of them are evil.
They knew that it was naturally impossible for Sanshengdi to come forward to touch that lunatic.
However, taking advantage of this general trend, it is still safe for the Three Sacred Lands to appease them and let go of some natural materials and earthly treasures.
However, the response from the Three Holy Lands was only one sentence.
——The sword head is missing, the anger of the sword master is still understandable, if there is still any anger, you can go to Zhongzhou Jianlu to speak.
Then, many sects fell silent.
No one dared to mention it again.
Returned bitterly.
Therefore, regarding Mo Qingshan's "violence", the entire Shangyuan was like a quail, not daring to speak.
Silent as a cicada.
Finally, at noon on the third day, the spiritual thoughts that enveloped Shangyuan slowly dissipated.
The hearts of the people in the world were shocked.
Mo Qingshan's move should have a clue.
Countless people can't help but wonder about it.
——Where is that Shenwu Zhenxi King? .
In the depths of the sword hut.
Mo Qingshan sat cross-legged in the middle.
Beside him are the seven elders of Jianlu, and Xu Tian who came from Xiuyi Mansion.
It was him who was in charge of communicating with Jianlu about Jiangnan's disappearance.
Suddenly, Mo Qingshan, who seemed to be asleep, opened his eyes,
"Got you."
The deep and hoarse voice was filled with dull anger, as if it wanted to burn up the entire sky.
Xu Tian's face brightened.
Everyone thought that Mo Qingshan was looking for Jiangnan.
But in fact, the Sword Head Command held by Jiangnan has the ability to locate and trace.
As long as he is in Shangyuan, Mo Qingshan can feel it.
But now, there is no response.
It can only show that Jiangnan is no longer in the Shangyuan world.
What Mo Qingshan is looking for these days is not Jiangnan, but the ancient god Taimang!
At the beginning, Jiangnan sent a letter to Jianlu and the imperial court to inform about the ancient god.
The latter two began an investigation.
Then, Jiangnan mysteriously disappeared.
Combined with the news of the ancient god's flesh and blood that Xiuyi found in Wangjiang, and the ability of Taimang to pass through the void.
Mo Qingshan is enough to conclude that the ancient god Taimang is inseparable from Jiangnan's disappearance!
In the past few days, he has been looking for his trace!
"Sword Master Mo, where are you going?" Xu Tian asked anxiously.
"North Sea."
Mo Qingshan stood up, and the whole Jian Hut seemed to stand up with him.
A pure killing sword intent soared into the sky!
"Xu Xiuyi, just wait, my seat—go and come back!"
As soon as the words fell, at the bottom of the abyss in the sword hut, a sword sound shook the sky!
Immediately afterwards, the killing intent condensed into substance erupted from it like a dark cloud!
A rusty iron sword slowly fell into Mo Qingshan's hand.
Hold on tight!
Even with Xu Tian's third-rank cultivation base, he couldn't help but shudder when he saw this sword.
The sword master's saber——Danchi.
It witnessed and carried Mo Qingshan's lifelong cultivation and killing.
The last time this sword was unsheathed was 30 years ago, causing a bloodbath in the Western Regions.
Mo Qingshan raised his sword and took a step forward.
At that time, Shangyuan was in turmoil.
Many powerful behind-the-scenes powers opened their eyes at the same time.
I was shocked.
They have a feeling that a First-Rank Supreme has already left.
Not divine thoughts, not projections.
It is the real body.
At that moment, these ancient existences couldn't help but be active.
Mo Qingshan actually ran away from the sword cottage once in the past.
30 years ago, it was Jiuchang Temple that suffered the disaster.
After 30 years, who will be the lucky one?
(End of this chapter)
Western Regions, Jiuchang Temple.
A quiet meditation room located in the green bamboo forest, a quiet path extends from the shallow threshold.
The old monk, holding a rosary in his hand, walked into the bamboo forest along the path.
The wind is rustling, the sparrows are chirping, and the bamboo shadows are swaying, all peaceful and peaceful.
Hanging Arhat looked pious, and walked to the door of the meditation room.
In the Zen room, no one opened the door, but they seemed to see the arrival of the Hanging Arhat.
"Hang Xuan, have you finished your homework for today?"
"Sir, Kongxuan's homework has been finished." Hearing this sound, Kongxuan Arhat bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, and his voice should be respectful.
In the eyes of other monks in Jiuchang Temple, he is a high-ranking Arhat.
But in front of this person, he had to behave like the most humble little monk.
Just because in that meditation room is Xuyuan Bodhisattva, the first-rank supreme state of Jiuchang Temple!
After he finished speaking, the bamboo forest fell into silence.
After pondering for a long time, there was another voice from the monastery: "On weekdays, you will not go up the mountain without incident."
"Your Majesty predicts things like a god."
Kongxuan Arhat once again said, "I have something that I don't understand, so I ask you to explain it to me."
"In recent days, the Lord of the Great Xia Sword Hut has been rampant, disregarding the covenants of the alliances, and under his spiritual thoughts, he has disturbed the mind and caused many monks to suffer terribly. Disciple, dare to ask, can you know about this?"
After finishing speaking, the head of Arhat was buried even lower in the air.
In the past three days, the spiritual thoughts of Mo Qingshan, the sword master of Zhongzhou Jianlu, centered on Jianhu, and it can be said that he has swept the entire Shangyuan.
Among them, naturally include the temples in the Western Regions, the Holy Land in Tokyo, the Southern Desolation and the Northern Sea, all of which have never been let go.
And all the practitioners felt the rage-filled divine sense.
Many monks in Jiuchang Temple were disturbed by him when they were practicing Zen, their breath was not smooth, and they had unspeakable suffering.
And they belong to Jiuchang Temple, which is also one of the six major forces, and they think they are not weaker than others.
As a result, many monks are waiting for the response from the middle and upper levels of the temple.
But as time passed, they found that there was no movement in the upper echelons of the temple.
It was as if he hadn't noticed it at all.
Dissatisfaction is also getting worse.
Even among many pilgrims, rumors and rumors are flying all over the sky.
It is conceivable that the hanging arhat, who is in charge of the common affairs of the Jiuchang Temple, is under pressure.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to visit the Bodhisattva.
But asking Xuyuan Bodhisattva so blatantly made his heart beat.
There was a long silence in the Zen room, just when the Hanging Arhat was about to return disappointed.
The voice of Xuyuan Bodhisattva finally sounded again,
"Kongxuan, the Mo Qingshan of today is not the usual Mo Qingshan."
"The death of the junior Jiang surnamed made him crazy, so let him go crazy."
When Kongxuan Arhat heard this, his heart was shocked, and he put his palms together, "I understand."
Bodhisattva Xuyuan said again, "That's right, Emperor Xi Yuan and the saint died, Ji Ke was trapped in the capital, only Mo Qingshan was left alone, and the younger generation Jiang died and Dao disappeared, Daxia is already green and yellow. "
"Everything is a foregone conclusion, the decline of Great Xia is inevitable."
"At this moment, there is no need to touch his bad luck."
"Or...do you want to repeat what happened 30 years ago?"
As soon as these words came out, Kongxuan Luohan shuddered Lingling!
He remembered something bad.
The normal First-Rank Supreme Realm is completely different from the crazy First-Rank Supreme Realm.
The former can be discussed and negotiated, taking into account the pros and cons, and can still turn things around.
As for the latter...
30 years ago, Mo Qingshan had already shown it to the world once—with the floating corpses of thousands of monks from the Jiuchang Temple camp, the mountain of unjust souls, and the bloody bones of the Western Regions...
Under Xuyuan Bodhisattva's awakening, the back of the Hanging Arhat was already covered with cold sweat.
He bid farewell and retreated to the bamboo forest.
But the moment he walked out of the bamboo forest, a cold chill rose from his back.
Previously, outside the meditation room.
His attention was on Mo Qingshan.
It wasn't until now that he suddenly reacted.
——Now the news of Jiangnan's disappearance has spread throughout Shangyuan.
But that's all, it's just missing.
Even Mo Qingshan is still looking like crazy.
No one can determine whether he is alive or dead, or where he is.
However, just now, between the words of the lord, he said frankly that Jiangnan is dead!
For a moment, dripping cold sweat covered the whole body of the Hanging Arhat.
Faintly, he seemed to have noticed a terrible secret.
It's just this secret that he can only rot in the bottom of his heart for the rest of his life.
Otherwise, it will be difficult...
.
The same is true for the rest of the Shangyuan forces.
Among them, the reaction from the east was the strongest.
After all, unlike Southern Wilderness and Beihai, the Eastern Territory has three of the six major forces.
And the Three Sacred Lands also commanded the entire Eastern Realm Ten Thousand Sects.
When Mo Qingshan's divine sense from Zhongzhou swept across their sect arbitrarily, many forces were naturally dissatisfied.
After a long time of no movement in the Three Holy Lands.
Some old guys with ulterior motives entangled all forces and rushed to the Three Holy Lands.
Its intention is to promote the Three Holy Lands to stand up for the entire Eastern Territory.
The mighty parade stood outside the gate of the Three Holy Lands for a day and a night.
The loud petitions rang out all day and all night.
Of course, most of them are evil.
They knew that it was naturally impossible for Sanshengdi to come forward to touch that lunatic.
However, taking advantage of this general trend, it is still safe for the Three Sacred Lands to appease them and let go of some natural materials and earthly treasures.
However, the response from the Three Holy Lands was only one sentence.
——The sword head is missing, the anger of the sword master is still understandable, if there is still any anger, you can go to Zhongzhou Jianlu to speak.
Then, many sects fell silent.
No one dared to mention it again.
Returned bitterly.
Therefore, regarding Mo Qingshan's "violence", the entire Shangyuan was like a quail, not daring to speak.
Silent as a cicada.
Finally, at noon on the third day, the spiritual thoughts that enveloped Shangyuan slowly dissipated.
The hearts of the people in the world were shocked.
Mo Qingshan's move should have a clue.
Countless people can't help but wonder about it.
——Where is that Shenwu Zhenxi King? .
In the depths of the sword hut.
Mo Qingshan sat cross-legged in the middle.
Beside him are the seven elders of Jianlu, and Xu Tian who came from Xiuyi Mansion.
It was him who was in charge of communicating with Jianlu about Jiangnan's disappearance.
Suddenly, Mo Qingshan, who seemed to be asleep, opened his eyes,
"Got you."
The deep and hoarse voice was filled with dull anger, as if it wanted to burn up the entire sky.
Xu Tian's face brightened.
Everyone thought that Mo Qingshan was looking for Jiangnan.
But in fact, the Sword Head Command held by Jiangnan has the ability to locate and trace.
As long as he is in Shangyuan, Mo Qingshan can feel it.
But now, there is no response.
It can only show that Jiangnan is no longer in the Shangyuan world.
What Mo Qingshan is looking for these days is not Jiangnan, but the ancient god Taimang!
At the beginning, Jiangnan sent a letter to Jianlu and the imperial court to inform about the ancient god.
The latter two began an investigation.
Then, Jiangnan mysteriously disappeared.
Combined with the news of the ancient god's flesh and blood that Xiuyi found in Wangjiang, and the ability of Taimang to pass through the void.
Mo Qingshan is enough to conclude that the ancient god Taimang is inseparable from Jiangnan's disappearance!
In the past few days, he has been looking for his trace!
"Sword Master Mo, where are you going?" Xu Tian asked anxiously.
"North Sea."
Mo Qingshan stood up, and the whole Jian Hut seemed to stand up with him.
A pure killing sword intent soared into the sky!
"Xu Xiuyi, just wait, my seat—go and come back!"
As soon as the words fell, at the bottom of the abyss in the sword hut, a sword sound shook the sky!
Immediately afterwards, the killing intent condensed into substance erupted from it like a dark cloud!
A rusty iron sword slowly fell into Mo Qingshan's hand.
Hold on tight!
Even with Xu Tian's third-rank cultivation base, he couldn't help but shudder when he saw this sword.
The sword master's saber——Danchi.
It witnessed and carried Mo Qingshan's lifelong cultivation and killing.
The last time this sword was unsheathed was 30 years ago, causing a bloodbath in the Western Regions.
Mo Qingshan raised his sword and took a step forward.
At that time, Shangyuan was in turmoil.
Many powerful behind-the-scenes powers opened their eyes at the same time.
I was shocked.
They have a feeling that a First-Rank Supreme has already left.
Not divine thoughts, not projections.
It is the real body.
At that moment, these ancient existences couldn't help but be active.
Mo Qingshan actually ran away from the sword cottage once in the past.
30 years ago, it was Jiuchang Temple that suffered the disaster.
After 30 years, who will be the lucky one?
(End of this chapter)