In front of the mountain gate of Hanshan Temple, someone came on horseback.

With a loud sound, it was like a heavy hammer falling.

The tall dragon pony, as red as fire, was like a ball of flames, quickly breaking away the howling wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed more than ten feet and arrived at the foot of many steps.

The majestic figure wearing a purple gold crown and an embroidered dragon martial robe grabbed the reins and turned over to dismount.

The visitor looked up with a stern look.

There is a kind of fierce and arrogant smoke in the sky!

It's like a turbulent wave, coming towards you!

"May I ask, are you the young prince of a Korean family?"

The older Zhike monk couldn't help but hold his breath.

He had long heard that there was a prince in Tianjing City who had a great opportunity.

During the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven at the Military Academy's Martial Temple, the Spring and Autumn Sword enshrined together with the tablets and statues of gods was used.

This is an astonishing treatment that neither Jiang Yingwu nor Wang Zhongdao, the two geniuses, have ever received.

Therefore, he was designated as a "Tiger-Bear Talent" by Qin Tianjian and was expected to become a master.

It's just that we met in person today.

Only then did I know why this Korean prince was called the "Little Lord"?

Those pair of red and phoenix eyes, those lying silkworm eyebrows, are majestic and inviolable.

It looks exactly like the clay statues in Guansheng Temple!

"Yes, I would like to ask you, has Xu Huaiying arrived?"

The prince of South Korea narrowed his eyes, seeming to have a sharp look.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Hui, has already been seated at the table, and is now in the Main Hall, drinking tea and discussing Taoism with some friends."

The monk Zhike clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said.

"It's great. I had a fight with him five years ago and there was no winner. Now I'm the direct descendant of the Zhenwu Mountain Dharma lineage. It's just the right time to put an end to it!"

The Korean prince laughed loudly and stepped through the mountain gate.

Before the scorching Qi and blood dispersed, the wind and snow filled the sky!

It was like opening the lid of a huge oven, and a red light as thick as fire burst out!

"What a powerful legal body aura!"

The monk Zhike and the novice novices looked at the majestic background and couldn't help but feel amazed.

After exchanging blood in the third heaven, tempering the muscles and bones, there will be external signs such as the sound of gold and jade vibrating, and the skin being as tough as a drum.

The casting of the Dharma body is also accompanied by different visions.

For example, the qi and blood condense into the shadow of an oven, and the qi machine forms the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

"Senior brother, is it possible that the Korean prince and Mr. Xu have a feud?"

A young novice asked in a low voice.

"It's just some... personal grudges that are inconvenient to talk about."

The monk Zhike hesitated for a moment and said softly:

"The Duke of Han has a son and a daughter, but the Xu family only has the son Huaiying.

In the early years, the Korean prince proposed marriage to the Xu family in order to promote a good thing.

However, Prince Huaiying had no interest in the love between a man and a woman. He began to put his career first and postponed his marriage several times.

Later, when he became the top student in high school and had no reason to look for, he simply joined Zhenwu Mountain, gave up his huge family fortune, and became a Taoist priest.

Everyone in Tianjing City doesn't know that the Korean prince's nature is like fire, but he regards his eldest sister as his mother and respects her the most.

Young Master Huaiying went to the mountains to practice Taoism, and he made it clear that he wanted to break off the engagement... How can I bear this?"

break off an engagement?

All the young novices suddenly realized that this old incident still existed.

"Before the Young Master of Korea joined the army, he would go to the Xu Mansion to wait for Young Master Huaiying every New Year's Day, and he had three or four fights, big and small.

This time the civil and military leaders meeting will probably be a fierce situation in which the two sides are facing each other with no concessions."

The monk Zhike sighed with emotion, and then became a little worried.

"I just hope the abbot can stop them and don't let them collapse the main hall."

…

…

"Mr. Huaiying, long time no see. Your demeanor is even better than before."

Xuan Ming, who was ranked among the Seventh Son of Hanging, smiled casually, as if he were holding a flower, as if his penis was coming out of the dust.

He has been in Beijing for several months just for this civil and military meeting.

In the main hall, there are seven or eight futons placed on both sides.

There are more than a dozen low coffee tables placed in the back, with melons, fruits, snacks, fragrant tea and other items prepared.

At the outermost edge, there are several long-bright lanterns made of white jade and covered with round lotus seats, illuminating all directions.

Even if the door of the palace is open and the cold air blows in, it will not make anyone feel chilly at all.

"It turns out to be Master Xuanming. I didn't expect you to come too."

The first soft futon on the left is seated by Xu Huaiying, a direct descendant of Zhenwu Mountain.

This man wears a blue Taoist robe, a Xiaoyao scarf, and red shoes. He holds a handful of jade Ruyi in his right hand.

He is dressed in a half-Confucian and half-Taoist style.

His figure is as slender as bamboo, his sword-shaped eyebrows are straight and slanting, and he is looking at a handsome young man with a majestic appearance.

"How can you miss this grand event? Although the monks are all empty-handed, as a martial arts practitioner, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of victory or defeat."

Xuanming chose the futon on the right. Buddhism and Taoism are different, so naturally they would not sit in the same row.

"Especially when you meet Taoist Brother Huaiying, how can you resist asking for advice?"

Xu Huaiying's face was like a crown jade, and his demeanor was as clear as a good prince in a troubled world. He chuckled and said:

"Master Xuanming, are you trying to get back some ground for your senior brother?"

Zhenwu Mountain and Xuankong Temple are close to each other because they are located in the southern martial arts forest, and they are both as huge as Taishan's Beidou.

Therefore, there is a discussion on Buddhism and Taoism every two years.

Each of them sent out their best true disciples to compete with each other on the essence of martial arts and the level of martial arts.

Xuanyang, one of the Seven Hanging Sons, won twice in a row.

In the third round, he lost to the then unknown Xu Huaiying.

Since then, his morale has been depressed, he has been unable to recover, and everyone has lost sight of him.

"The poor monk and Senior Brother Xuanyang are both Xuankong Seventh Son, and both came from the Discipline Academy.

Naturally, I want to help him and seek an explanation from Taoist Brother Huaiying."

Xuan Ming's temperament was born from the dust, and he was also an extraordinary person. He said in a calm tone:

"Furthermore, the purpose of the discussion is to encourage discussion and not to harm harmony.

Brother Huaiying used the phrase "Heaven and I are of the same body" in "The Golden Chapter of Taichu" to break Brother Xuanming's bright mirror of Buddha's heart.

It’s too much!”

Xu Huaiying's eyelids drooped and he said indifferently:

“Fighting is inherently dangerous, especially verbal confrontation, which is a battle of the soul.

Master Xuanyang didn't practice enough, so he ended up in a disastrous defeat. How can you blame me?

What's more, I originally belong to the lineage of Qingyang Jiuxuan God, and I studied the 'Shenxiao Department' of "The Golden Chapter of Taichu".

With Tao as the body and Dharma as the use, there will be absolutely no room for it in any encounter!"

Xuan Ming smiled instead of being angry, his face trembling twice.

His popularity is like a river bursting its banks, surging like a real fire.

"Brother Huaiying, Master Xuanming, the meeting hasn't even started yet, why did it end up like this?

How about letting the past grievances and grievances go by, even if you really can't let them go, give your little sister some face?"

Wearing a simple and elegant long dress, Yang Ping'er is embellished with a few bright red flowers, just like the snowy and cold plum blossoms blooming on the steep cliff.
To be continued...