Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

An evil prophecy from the abbot of Huangjue Temple, the wolf wants to eat the sheep.

Yang Hong, who was once an extremely noble official, was full of haze in his heart, as if he was stuck in his throat, he couldn't relax.

He didn't believe in destiny, but he thought of all kinds of miracles of saints.

Seeing Bai Zhongqi with his own eyes, from a commoner of Huaiyou, he aspired to the supreme position in the world.

Better than the Xiaoming king who ascended the dragon path from Xuantian,

Chen Hongji, the master of the Southern Waterway,

And Zhang Jushi, the elder brother of the leader of the Northern Green Forest Road.

So far I have to believe it!

If there is no providence?

How can the saints fly the ninety-five!

From herding cowboys, little novices, and broken beggars,

To the pawns of the rebel army, the heroes of the party, the masters of the dynasty!

Lay down this great country and live in the Central Plains? !

"Little bald donkey, since ancient times, God's will is high and difficult to ask.

You say, what is 'Heaven'?

The ancient fairy Buddha? Ancient giants? Or outside the territory? "

Yang Hong felt something in his heart.

Even if you are promoted to Grandmaster, you are like a small fish in the waves of a big river, and you will inevitably be swept up and down by the general trend.

"Master Guo is a master, and he is only one step away from the great congenital.

It has long been the unity of heaven and man, the understanding of the mystery, the answer is in my heart, why bother the poor monk again. "

Xuan Ming smiled bitterly.

As far as Buddhist disciples are concerned, many Dharma realms have not yet been achieved, so it is better not to know.

Otherwise, a Zen heart will be broken, and concentration will be lost, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

"The little bald donkey is so courageous. If this master hadn't met Yang Xiu, he probably wouldn't have taken the old monk's evil prophecy to heart.

It's a pity that when we met at the foot of the mountain and saw the wolf looking at him, I suddenly felt a sense of wonder that was destined in the dark. "

Yang Hong's eyes opened and closed, as if the electric light was rolling, white and bright.

"This duke has been in the army for half his life, and he fought a bloody path from the dead to be a soldier, a general, and a commander, and finally he was named Duke of the country.

But just because of such an evil prophecy, the will of God will let this gentleman die at the hands of a wolf cub? Isn't it funny! "

Monk Xuanming was silent.

He is just worthy of opening up the world of nascent interior scenes.

The word "God's Will" is too heavy for it to be lifted.

Besides, what kind of character is Duke Liang?

He once slaughtered six cities and almost killed all the soldiers of the hundred barbarian royal family!

If it weren't for the unique style of the saint, it would cover up Yang Hong's talent.

The evaluation of the world should be higher.

Speaking of which, I was able to take a public bus ride with Liangguo, but I still had an incense love.

Otherwise, if you change to the first seat of the Hanging Temple, you may not be qualified to ask the other party to take a look.

Therefore, Xuan Ming just bowed his head and recited the scriptures without saying a word.

"To tell you the truth, this gentleman had a strong murderous intention at that time, and I could not wait to slap that little brat to death.

No matter what God's will or what luck will prevail.

As long as this duke kills this wolf with his fingers, let's see how he eats sheep? "

Yang Hong's burly body was wrapped under a thick fur coat.

The head is full of white hair and a golden crown, like a tiger lying on a big post, giving people a very strong and fierce evil spirit.

"Why didn't the grandfather do it?"

Xuanming asked.

"I finally held back, remembering that when I returned to Tianjing, I went to the Qin Tianjian to ask Meng Xuanji why the wolf eats the sheep.

He only understood one word of 'greed' and was reluctant to say more.

Those who are proficient in calculation and change, must cover up their words.

Because it is too clear and too clear, it is to reveal the secret, and it is easy to suffer robbery and punishment, and die prematurely. "

Greed, wolf, food, Yang.

Xuan Ming said silently, and his heart suddenly became awe-inspiring.

Truly a great prophecy.

To eat means to eat clean.

The public of the Liang State has a great cause and great power.

What kind of hit is fierce, can it be eaten up?

"Since God's will wants me to die at the hands of Lang Gu, then I should just fight with him!"

Yang Hong paused word by word, his expression resolute.

The group of blue-black evil spirits between the eyebrows, as if standing up, is extremely terrifying.

Above the jade chariot, a round of setting sun shone on people and things, as if stained with blood.

The violent qi machine that belongs to the master alone, soars into the sky!

Boom!

It seems like a series of muffled thunder explosions!

Large tracts of dark clouds gather, and the mountains are like mountains.

It fell slowly, as if to crush the earth.

The 300 elite riders who cleared the way in front of them, and the jet-black Jiaojia horses under their crotch were restless and neighing in the sky.

The eight Dacheng who carried the chariots exchanged blood, sweating like rain, panting like thunder.

This is the mastery of the master!

The body is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and it is an interior scene of its own.

In a single thought, it can be called June Feixue, and the winter thunder shakes.

"The grandfather of the country wants to fight against the sky, that's really courageous.

If you can really open the golden lock, it might be possible to continue the martial arts and break the barrier! "

Xuan Ming's mind was clear and he reacted immediately.

Soldiers are the fourth peak of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

It is different from the three religions, it is a fierce way of forging ahead, killing and refining the heart.

Whenever a great talent turns out.

In the end, we must try to attack the "soldier master", "war god" and "human slaughter".

Similar to Taikoo's Proving Dao and Proving Position.

In his early years, Duke Liang had an amazing talent and excellent martial bones, and was almost an appointed grandmaster.

It is expected to achieve "human slaughter".

As a result, he had a battle with Xuantian Shenglongdao Dharma Protector Li, who was slaughtered by the Three Yin Demon Sword.

The foundation is bruised, and there is no further opportunity to rise.

In the end, I had to be the "soldier".

It's a great pity.

The abbot of Huangjue Temple spoke evil prophecies, greedy for wolves to eat sheep.

But luck matters, pay attention to one thing and the other.

If Duke Liang turned around, he would attack the "greedy wolf".

It is equal to breaking the dead end, and it is very likely to become a great innate.

"That's why I accepted Yang Xiu as my adopted son, passed on his martial arts, and cultivated him with heart.

Raising his domineering spirit, fierce nature... It's a pity that he was killed by Liaodong's mud legs before he took shape. "

Yang Hong had some regrets, before he met Yang Xiu, who was Lang Gu.

He originally thought that Zong Pingnan was the greedy wolf whose luck overwhelmed him.

This person did not know where he learned the three-yin slaying demon sword of Xuantian Ascension to the Dragon.

Strong air, brave and diligent.

All the way through, almost unstoppable.

No matter how many attempts by the Duke of Liang's government, they could not prevent Zong Pingnan from rising like a comet.

It was not until Donggong came forward that he knew that the other party was killing seven, not a greedy wolf.

"Thinking about it this way, the old monk of Huangjue Temple has troubled me for twenty years with an evil prophecy.

Therefore, all the thieves and bald donkeys in the world should be killed! "

Xuan Ming's face trembled lightly when he heard the words.

The middle finger and thumb of the right hand are flexed and extended, like a Bodhisattva holding a jade bottle upside down.

The inner qi suddenly spread all over the body, like a drop of nectar, dispelling the cold murderous intention that Yang Hong suddenly gave birth to.

"Your Highness, please calm down, the poor monk is a disciple of the Hanging Temple.

The words of the abbot of Huangjue Temple turned into an evil prophecy, how could the poor monk be blamed. "

As the saying goes, when the master is angry, the world changes color.

Yang Hong's murderous intent was enough to crush the minds of the masters of the four realms.

Even if Xuanming practises meditation, he must concentrate on it and deal with it carefully.

"Huangjue Temple is a bunch of thieves and bald donkeys clinging to saints, how can your Hanging Temple be any better?

An Er was originally the prince and should have taken over the Yang family's foundation, but was kidnapped to become a monk.

If it wasn't for Yinkong's sake, ten years ago, I led troops to level the gate of the temple, burned the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, destroyed the Buddha Pagoda, and tore down the Buddha statue that was nine feet tall! "

Yang Hong narrowed his eyes, his tone was cold, and his old face suddenly gloomy.

As we all know, Yang An, the eldest son of the Duke of Liang's government, was born with Su Hui.

It is said that he did not cry or laugh when he was still a baby, and could walk when he was on the ground.

Not only is it easy to read, but the beasts and fierce horses kept in captivity in the house will bow their heads when they see it.

"Senior Brother Xuan An is the reincarnation of a Buddhist son. He caught Zhou at the Hundred Days Banquet and held a string of bolts of Masuo Bodhi.

A few-year-old baby can subdue a red-blooded dragon horse.

Just as the ancient Buddha was born, he captured the fire dragon in the bowl.

These are enough to prove that Senior Brother Xuan An has a lot of fate with Buddhism, and he will definitely achieve positive results in the future. "

Xuan Ming said sincerely.

"Even if you talk like crazy, how can you get rid of this master's hatred of losing his son?

This master also said that your master who taught the scriptures was born with a relationship with my fist, why didn't he come over and be beaten? ! "

Yang Hong sneered, because he didn't like Buddhism.

All the temples in Jingzhou and Wulu County were demolished, not even a single monk.

It can be seen that the ruthless words of burning the Xuankong Temple are not casual words for this Duke Liang.

Xuan Ming had nothing to say, he had to smile bitterly.

Under the Jing Dynasty, except for the saints who are in retreat.

Only the Duke of Wei and the Duke of Heng, who are not in the world, can suppress each other.

"Forget it, the three religions and six traditions, the Confucian schools are all pedantic and poor, and the Taoism's one mountain and one religion rarely set foot in the world.

On the contrary, it is your Buddhism, with signs of prosperity.

The previous generation's Angry Vajra Yinkong, Dharma Monk Zhenru, Lotus Monk, and an unknown surnamed walking monk were also rated as the Four Great Monks by Qin Tianjian.

This generation is even more talented. You little bald donkey is one, and my unsatisfactory son is one.

And the demon monk in black under the command of King Yan..."

Yang Hong leaned into the chair, and he read these people by name.

Or a generation of masters, or a rising star.

"On the way the poor monk entered Beijing, he once had a debate with Senior Brother Daoguang of Tianjie Temple.

Their words are sharp, and they imply killing, and I am not as good.

Of course, Senior Brother Xuan An must be far superior. "

Xuan Ming held his head high, and he was convinced of Xuan An, who was regarded as the new Buddhist son of Xuankong Temple.

As for the black-clothed demon monk mentioned by Duke Liang, his background was unusual.

Born in a small monastery, he studied Buddhism and Taoism, and his realm was quite advanced.

At the age of 30, he would be promoted to Grandmaster, and he would often come and go in and out of King Yan's mansion, leading him to be a guest of honor.

It is a formidable rival to compete for the Buddha's head in the world!

"Little bald donkey, after returning to the temple, send a message to this master.

Tell the unfilial son who wants to become a Buddha that his old father is 84 years old this year.

As the saying goes, seventy-three, eighty-four, the king of hell does not invite himself to go.

On the day of his birthday, let him go down the mountain to meet him and cut off his last thoughts.

He doesn't want the title of the Duke, so... give it to someone else. "

Yang Hong closed his eyes and pondered.

His eldest son Yang An shaved home and escaped into the empty door.

The second son, Yang Ju, can't be used much, so he can be mediocre.

Although the youngest daughter has some thoughts and means, they are all side-by-side and can't make a big deal.

For a duke's mansion, it's really a bit weak.

"The grandfather's words are serious, the life of the master can reach two hundred, how can it be compared to ordinary ordinary people..."

Before Xuan Ming's voice could fall to the ground, he was interrupted by a gust of demonic wind out of thin air.

It was like flying sand and walking stones. A huge figure pressed down on the clouds and stopped in front of the marching team, forcing the jade carriage to stop.

Taking a closer look, it was a sapphire lion about two feet tall, with loose hair as thick as felt, and bright eyes like lanterns.

There were clouds and mists all over the body, and the billowing black wind swirled uncertainly, dragging the strong and powerful demon body weighing several thousand kilograms.

"monster!"

"How dare you!"

"He Fang evil beast, dare to disturb the frame of Liang Guogong's mansion!"

"..."

The three hundred elite riders tightened the reins, and the horses under their crotch raised their hoofs violently, obviously stimulated by demonic energy.

As if they were facing a great enemy, they formed an army formation at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp sword light was connected together.

The qi and blood gathered and turned into a colorful tiger with strong suffocation, rushing to disperse the black demon wind blowing towards the face.

"I... send a message for the master, don't do it! If you hurt a hair on me, the master will definitely be angry!"

Seeing the battle, the sapphire lion's complacent thoughts vanished completely, and after shaking twice, he hurriedly shouted.

The squires of the Duke of Liang's mansion were also too fierce, and they often shouted and killed, but the Sheji Building was safer.

"Meng Xuanji hasn't moved his nest for almost half a year, he's like a rock.

He has never had any friendship with Ben Gong, what can he say? "

Yang Hong didn't open his eyes, raised his hand lightly, and stopped the elite cavalry who formed an army and launched a charge.

These are all tough soldiers in the army, veterans of a hundred battles that he personally trained.

Not only the exchange of blood is complete, but also the order and prohibition know how to form a formation.

Even the masters of the four realms could not resist a few rounds of charges.

"My master, let Duke Liang give him a face."

The sapphire lion tried his best to show some majesty, but the hair all over his body was fluttering.

"Um?"

Yang Hong was still as motionless as a mountain.

"Ji Yuan is my master's registered disciple."

The sapphire lion was extremely frightened, and said tremblingly:

"Master, I hope that Duke Liang will hold your hand high and not be embarrassed."

Yang Hong's eyelids jumped, slowly opened, and asked in a deep voice:

"Didn't that old ghost Meng Xuanji say that he has committed seven crimes in his life and can only accept six apprentices. When did a name appear?"

The sapphire lion also had cramps in its four legs and almost fell down.

"I just received it recently, not long after."

A hint of surprise flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, who was sitting outside the carriage.

That Ji Jiuro turned out to be the inner official of the Sheji Building.

He is still the named disciple of the supervisor!

There is a great master who is at the top of the Mountains and Rivers list to intercede...

"Let Meng Xuanji find another one."

Yang Hong pondered for a moment, then shook his head:

"Anyway, it's just a name, not a personal pass, and it doesn't matter if you live or die.

Ji Yuan kills this gentleman, and he must die, and no one can save him. "

The words fell, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Feeling the firm attitude of Duke Liang and his violent spirit, the sapphire lion was so frightened that he did not dare to come out, and silently retreated to the side.

Weak, pitiful and helpless, it is nothing but a talker.

This terrifyingly fierce grandfather does not give face, unless his own master goes downstairs, otherwise...

"Get up!"

The leader of the elite knights shouted.

Without waiting for the jade carriage to be lifted again.

tread! tread! tread!

On the official road, a rushing voice sounded.

One person hurriedly whipped, setting off a dragon-like smoke and dust.

"East Palace's decree! Liang Guogong is slow! There is a decree!"

After a while, go straight to the carriage.

"Today is quite lively, one after another, come to stop me."

Yang Hong twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the little official who was kneeling on one knee.

To be more precise, he was looking at the first-grade white jade shaft held up by his hands.

The imperial decree and the decree, there are seven colors and five products.

Xuanfeng princes and ministers all use white jade.

The first and second grades are black rhino horn shafts, and the third and fourth grades are gold-plated shafts.

The specifications are clearly divided, and there is little confusion and arrogance.

"This gentleman is old and sick, and I cannot stand up to answer the order.

Kong Er, please submit it on behalf of this gentleman. "

Yang Hong said calmly.

"As ordered!"

The Jingqi commander got off his horse, knelt down and took the decree from the Eastern Palace, and then presented it to him.

Under heavy pressure, the little messenger did not dare to make a sound, so he had to let it go.

"The prince also wants to protect this Ji Jiuro?"

After Yang Hong read it, he held the decree of the Eastern Palace with white jade as the axis and auspicious clouds and splendid splendor, and said lightly:

"The old minister can't take orders, after killing this son, he will go to the East Palace to plead guilty.

Ji Yuan slaughtered Ben Gongyizi and Keqing. He was domineering and domineering. He had no discipline in his eyes.

If it is not removed as soon as possible, it may cause serious trouble.

It is a good thing that His Royal Highness cherishes talents.

But we also need to understand a truth, people who have talent and no virtue can't take on big responsibilities. "

As soon as these words came out, whether it was the messenger under the car, or the monk Xuanming on the chariot.

All of them changed their faces, showing shock.

"Jin Tianjian's face is not given, and the decree of the East Palace is not accepted... There will be a big disturbance in the courtroom again!"

Monk Xuanming regretted a little, maybe he shouldn't go with Duke Liang.

In this way, the prince is not taken seriously, full of ambition, arrogant and reckless, and holds military power.

No matter how close you are to the saint and how deep your brotherhood is, sooner or later you will run out of money.

What to do then?

No one can answer.

The chariot got up again, and went through the official road in a mighty manner.

Such as the blood setting sun is about to set, only a ray of light remains.

Fifty miles away in the blink of an eye.

The huge outline of Tianjing Xiongcheng is looming, and it is already in front of you.

Just when the sky was about to get dark, a thin figure came across the yellow dirt road where cars and horses were passing.

The footsteps kept moving, and the monk's robe fluttered.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

The monk who killed life was in the middle, looking at Yang Hong who was sitting on the jade chariot, and his voice was like a yellow bell and Dalu:

"Since there is no way to go, why insist on moving forward."

Without the grandfather's order, the three hundred fine horses did not stop.

Kong Er, who was in the lead, pulled out the Bailian waist saber, and the horse under his crotch spit out two white breaths.

The four hoofs turned into afterimages, jumped high, and stepped down heavily.

"Amitabha."

The slaughtering monk didn't see any movement, and his thin body stood upright like a needle in the sea.

After half a breath, the man turned on his back, and his waist knife was broken.

More than a hundred elite riders charged brazenly, all of which were like this.

The several thousand jins jiao horse collided with the skinny and shriveled old monk, the flesh and blood almost exploded, and it was shocked to death on the spot.

Three hundred armored elite cavalry, formed an army.

The gathered colorful tiger smashed into the killing monk, and it collapsed in an instant.

In just half a quarter of an hour, three hundred people were all dead and wounded.

A lot of blood and water washed away, and the stumps were all over the place, like a Shura field.

The old monk, still unhurried, walked slowly until the chariot.

Like a great Arhat who is indestructible in the vajra, no swordsman or calamity can hurt him.

"Learning Kung Fu horizontally, you can't see the realm for a while..."

Yang Hong held the seat with both hands, and the blue-black suffocating aura rose up, and his eyebrows almost opened.

"There are only three things, Meng Xuanji is blocking the drive, and this Gongnian doesn't care about being an official in the same dynasty.

The decree from the East Palace, as a minister, I don't have much to say.

Old monk, where are you a wild fox Zen, dare to stop this master's way! ? "

The killing monk lowered his head and folded his hands together:

"Wandering around without heels, measuring demons falling from the sky, a mere line of foot monks, unable to enter the eyes of the powerful, and unable to pass the ears of the nobles.

The old man only asked the grandfather of the country to take a step back. "

Yang Hong leaned forward, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes:

"If I don't retire, how are you going to be?"

Killing monks face like an ancient well without waves, holding a bowl and saying:

"Let's try it."

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ps: Ahem, as long as it's not dark, it's morning! (hard mouth.JPG)