Chapter 632: Shito Sairai

The time was pushed a few days ago, and the location was pushed a few thousand miles away...

The eagle bathed in the vast Buddha's light slowly soared into the void, slowly circling, like the holy master Buddha.

Suddenly, blurry and incomplete pictures and images flashed through Yingyuan's mind.

One man and one horse suddenly jumped up in the air, like a tiger and a horse like a dragon, falling straight into the thick fog in the sky ahead.

This man has unparalleled horse skills in the world. The horse leaps high and rushes to the sky, and its rear hooves are at least two feet high from the ground. It spans more than four feet of terrifying space, exceeding the height and distance that any good horse in the world can leap.

The white horse rides the wind and the moon in a moving posture that transcends all the beauty in the world. The white hair behind the neck floats freely in the mountain wind, like a sky-high horse, drawing a beautiful arc in the void, and then falling into the thick fog in the distance.

Under the thick fog, it was blurred, and the vision was blurred. The people and horses seemed to be stepping on the broad road, walking lightly and gracefully, galloping towards the depths of the thick fog, appearing and disappearing slowly, and there was no trace.

At this time, a cold and strong wind blew, and the clouds and mist dissipated thinly, revealing the abyss below. An indescribable panic hit Yingyuan's nerves and shocked his mind. What appeared before him was an almost absurd scene.

One person and one horse, and there is no real place to settle down, because where the horse's hooves fall are not vast land, but vast vast space.

Yingyuan's mind was shocked when he looked at it. Facing the infinite void, he was confused and cried.

Bang!With a blast, the light in front of him was dazzling, and the picture in his mind was cracked into thousands of fragments. Yingyuan was shocked and came to his senses. It was like a dream of yellow beams, but the tears were still there on his face.

A golden light shot straight from the joint of a thumb and index finger with the left hand formed into an exorcist lotus seal on the eastern end of the Sunlight Hall, shining on an ordinary stone stone on the wall in front of the Eagle Border.

The surface of the stone tablet is as smooth as a mirror, without any carvings or writing.

Yingyuan looked at it intently, and as his mind moved, he grew up and walked towards the stone tablet. He reached out and stroked it. The moment his fingers touched the stone tablet, there was a very heavy muffled sound, and the stone tablet suddenly made a crack sound, covered with countless spider-web-like cracks.

Yingyuan had a ci-minded smile on her face, bowed slightly, and bowed, and slowly moved his hand from the cold stone tablet of tentacles. Wherever he passed, the cracks gradually unfolded. Finally, after a loud bang, the whole burst into pieces and dripped in the sky and drifted in the air.

At this time, what caught Yingyuan's eyes was a thick-backed knife with a strange shape, and a very strange feeling also surged from the heart, blood was connected, and she never left her.

This knife is absolutely extraordinary. Although it does not look conspicuous at all, it is even a bit cold and ugly at first glance. It is more ordinary and more ordinary than the moon in the well that has been covered with dust for hundreds of years.

Yingyuan stretched out his hand to pull out the thick-backed knife from the remaining half of the stone tablet. As soon as his fingers held the hilt, a cold current rushed over, flowing all over his body along his fingers, wrists, and arms. Although he was frozen by the sudden cold current along his arms, his whole body was trembling with trembling, when he couldn't help but let go of the hilt, the cold and unbearable feeling suddenly disappeared.

Although he did not understand the reason, Yingyuan ignored it. He held the thick-backed knife with both hands. With a clang, the spiritual knife came out of the monument. At the same time, a dragon's energy surged into the sky, the dragon roared, and the sound shook the entire Potala Palace.

Yingyuan condensed his energy and fixed his eyes. He saw that the thick back knife in his hand was dark, the thick blade on his back was sharp, and the cold air was circulating like life, endless.

He raised his arms high, and his thick back sword scattered across the sky. Although Yingyuan has no martial arts skills, he seems to have natural mysterious power. His wrists turn lightly, his blade pulls down with the flow, and his knife cuts through the void.

With a wave, Yingyuan was immediately shocked. Suddenly, he felt that the thick-backed knife in his hand seemed to be out of control, as if he was trapped in the knife. He was caught off guard and the handle of the knife was out of hand.

With a clanging sound, the thick-backed knife pierced into the ground blankly, and the entire blade was deeply trapped in the thick stone bricks in the Sunlight Hall, revealing a black hilt.

This knife can sink into stone bricks as hard as gold and iron based on its own weight alone, and its sharpness is rare in the world.

This seemingly inconspicuous thick-backed sword is the weapon left by the great hero Chuanying's broken void. For some reason, he wandered to the Potala Palace where the eighth Tibet division passed away. He arrived at the hands of Bai Lianjue, who had no name for husband and wife but had the reality of husband and wife, and was hidden in the stone tablet in the Sunlight Hall.

The Tantric Buddhism of the Potala Palace firmly believes that the thick-backed sword left by this eagle hides the shocking secret of the way of heaven. However, for hundreds of years, countless Tantric people can understand the mystery.

If the Eagle, the peerless divine weapon, remained in the Potala Palace forever, this secret would be forgotten and disappeared forever in the human world. However, Yingyuan saw the scene of his father breaking the void in the Buddha's light, and he made a decision to influence the general trend of the world and take the Thick-backed Sword to the Central Plains.

He is the only one in Tibet who can take away this mysterious eagle sword, because he is the only monk who is qualified to understand the deepest magic power of the eagle sword, and only he can understand his father's sword.

So when he took the knife away from Tibet, no one in Tibet understood why he did this, because as long as he stayed in Tibet, the knife belonged to him.

However, three days later, Tibet held an unprecedented referendum, unanimously decided to take Yingyuan to the Central Plains to get it back.

The White House (the part where the Dalai Lama lives), the Red Palace (the Buddha Hall and the Dalai Lama's Soul Tower Hall) respectively sent countless masters to the Central Plains to find Yingyuan and the thick-backed sword he was waiting to go to the Central Plains.

The sky is as gloomy as lead, dark clouds are dense, strong winds are strong, the earth is gray and dark, the field of vision is unclear, and muffled thunder is faintly heard in the distance, and heavy rain is coming.

A young monk wearing a red Tibetan robe walked slowly from the end of the vast mountain road, without any rush or slowness, free and natural.

At this time, a drop of raindrops as big as beans finally broke free from the constraints of the floating clouds and quickly fell down, hitting the monk's wide hidden clothes, moistening and disappearing.

He raised his head and looked at the sky where the charming clouds were just now but now it was a gathering of thick clouds. He was in the deep mountains and dense forests, and the thunderstorm was about to come, but there was no sadness between his eyebrows, and he could not show any signs of movement. His waist was straightened and the wind was coming from his feet. The speed of walking suddenly accelerated, like a speed of rapid lightning, like a running.

But besides the dense and towering ancient trees and forests near this mountain road full of thorns, there are endless mountains, rugged and strange rocks, and suddenly and dangerous. It is a luxury to find a place to shelter from the rain before it pours.

Although the young monk was not anxious, his steps were not slow. He lifted his robe sleeves slightly, and his momentum was like flying.

The mountain wind is flying, and the dust and stones are rolling.

When the strong wind hit him, a rotating gale turned hard into softness, gently brushing his monk's robe, making his whole clothes fly like a flying sky, as if he was walking in the air, as if he was a god.

After walking about three miles away, he had crossed a large forest, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his steps were slowing down, and his rapidly moving figure slowly slowed down.

The lightning is dense and bright, the flashes are intertwined, and the thunder is suddenly bursting, and the thunder is masterpiece.

The sky seemed to be about to be torn apart, and the raindrops as big as beans fell, which immediately wet the young monk's whole body.

He looked up at the sky, his face calm, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a soaked monk's robe and bare feet, and slowly ran forward.

I drink and peck, can it be decided before.

Thunder, rain and dew are all kindness.

Yingyuan originally wanted to find a place to stay in the house, shelter from the wind and rain, and avoid this thunderstorm. Now that her whole body is soaked, she doesn't care about her concerns, but instead is not anxious.

The heavy rain poured in, flowing down his exposed neck and shoulders into the monk's robe, sliding across his chest, soaking his body, giving him a very refreshing feeling.

Listen to the sound, gently spreading, extremely comfortable.

When you smell it, you feel more intimate and your imagination rises.

The profound Buddhist eagle seems to feel that it merges with the whole world and everything, like a tree, a grass, a stone, and a grain of dust, which has an inseparable relationship with the mysterious and mysterious universe operation.

In this heavy rain, Yingyuan suddenly realized something in her heart, and her body suddenly became warm, and a wonderful feeling came from the Eagle Sword behind her.

The lightning flashed in the sky, and a blue lightning that ran through the sky and the earth teared apart the sky, thunder shook like a dragon's roar, resounding through the sky, illuminating the dim sky.

After his eyes passed through thousands of water curtains and rain curtains, Yingyuan saw a rough outline clearly, and there was a dilapidated mountain temple not far ahead.

After the blue sky, the scenery around him became darker again, and the thoughts of eagle were chaotic. As soon as the heaven and earth ascended from his heart, it was like a fleeting flash of lightning in the sky, disappearing without a trace and fading away.

The unity of man and nature, breaking the void.

Yingyuan is the only one who has taken half a step in the past century. Except for the magician Pang Ban and the Flowing Rain Sword, Yu Zi is unable to stand against him, but he cannot save the coming, sweeping the entire Central Plains and the vast land of China. He will never take another step in his life and will never be able to prove the great way.

He sighed secretly, knowing that the mission he carried was to find someone who could understand the secret of the Eagle Sword and save the catastrophe in China. However, it is undoubtedly difficult to find a needle in a haystack to find a needle in a haystack.

As soon as this feeling of depression and depression arose from his heart, he immediately brushed it away, as if the water passed by silently, and after ripples, it returned to calm again, just like the snow falling without traces, and the white snow melted and there was no trace.

Yingyuan stepped forward and walked towards the small temple ahead. A dazzling light flashed through the sky, but his figure had suddenly appeared three times, rising and falling several times, crossing the half-broken wall standing in front of the mountain temple, walking up the stone steps, and standing in front of the temple half-collapsed gate.

Just now, he looked into the distance, and with the light of lightning, he could see clearly the dilapidated small temple, and knew that it was a deserted temple and there would be no other monks inside.

Now standing near, Yingyuan found that the temple gate was decayed, the red walls were destroyed, the beams were cracked, and the bluestone on the ground was mottled, giving people a sense of shaking.

Yingyuan trembled slightly and looked at the monk's robe with the light leaking from the hole on the roof. He saw that the roof of the Shanshen Temple had collapsed, and the other half had been penetrated by several large holes. The rain was rushing and gurgling from the hole, and the dry land in the temple was also limited.

After passing through the dilapidated temple gate, Yingyuan slowly walked into the temple.

Yingyuan sighed slightly, walked over and helped up the decaying statue of the gods, which were crooked and scattered in the shrine, placed them in a straight manner, put them together, and then turned around and walked towards the dry ground in the corner, and sat down cross-legged.

The sound of rain was roaring and thunder was thunder. It seemed that it would not stop in the short term. The wet monk's robe was pressed against Yingyuan, but he looked calm. Looking at the dense rain curtains outside the temple gate that were open not far away, he murmured to himself: Everything is fate, no one can do anything...

He had just finished speaking, and saw the curtains of Mianmian Rain suddenly chaotic, and a figure of people running towards the temple appeared.