Chapter 251: Five Hundred Years At the same time, Zhou Qi also reached the time when the oil well lights were drying up. Turning into starlight and floating away, he bowed to all the senior brothers before leaving. “Senior brother, I’ll leave the rest to you!” Zhou Qi became a part of martial arts. ………… With the death of the two Bodhisattvas, blood rained down from the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth were equally sad! At the Nine Heavenly Tower, Wang Lin looked at Xu Huan Zhou Qi who came to him, and said secretly: "You've suffered too." Wang Lin then reshaped his body and made him a Martial Saint, controlling the martial arts lineage with him.
Then the voice gradually became fainter, and Jiang Liuer couldn't help but rush to look for the elder's name. Wang Lin lost a disciple, Tathagata lost two Bodhisattvas, and Tathagata was defeated in this battle! Wang Lin relied on his heavenly position to have a fight with Tathagata, and finally the matter was settled when the Jade Emperor came forward. In Jinshan Temple, Jiang Liuer was a teenager and was cleaning the courtyard when he suddenly saw a bird falling from the tree. ………… ………… We have arrived in the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty had strong national power, prosperous economy, active foreign exchanges, and important institutional achievements. It was one of the most powerful countries in the world at that time. Wang Lin was just an outsider in charge of martial arts, while Zhou Qicai was the martial saint in this world. Wang Lin stood up, and the aura emanating from his body was even more terrifying. He ran over quickly and found that the bird's foot was broken and it was crying in pain. Five hundred years. Later, the Tathagata used the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to rebirth the two Bodhisattvas, spending countless merits. The prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty came from this. As he began to recite the Purana, Jiang Liuer could only carry the lifeless bird to the woods for burial. "Jiang Liu'er, life and death have their own destiny. The Buddha said: A moment is eternity, and when it comes, it is the arrival of bliss." ………… "Elder, please take care of this little bird!" Afterwards, Tathagata came to Jiuchongtian to fight Wang Lin, but neither of them could do anything to the other. Zhou Qi became famous in one battle and was called the Martial Saint of the World by Wang Mang, who was worshiped by everyone.
In the Tang Dynasty at this time. Dharma Ming looked at it but shook his head. The little bird had obviously injured its heart and lungs and was unable to recover. "Amitabha!" Jiang Liu'er dug a pit and prepared for Jiang Niao'er's burial, when a voice echoed in his ears. "Can your Buddha save it?" Jiang Liu'er was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and discovered that a strange middle-aged man was standing behind him. "Amitabha, what do the donors mean by these words?" "You are not a monk now, so don't spend all your time talking about Amitabha." The man's words made Jiang Liu'er speechless for a moment. This was Wang Lin, who was passing by Jinshan Temple to see the future Tang Sanzang. "Do you think Buddha can save it?" "Buddha will definitely be able to save it!" "Then did your Buddha save it? The Buddha said: Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Living things are indifferent in front of you, so how can you ask him to save people?" While speaking, Wang Lin made a move in his hand, and the little bird slowly flew to the palm of his hand, and then Wang Lin stroked it gently. The bird's broken foot began to heal, and then the dying bird began to flap its wings. In Jiang Liu'er's eyes, this was the first time he saw this magical scene, and he quickly clasped his hands together. "I am not your Buddha." Wang Lin frowned, and Jiang Liu'er also retracted his hand when he saw this. "Senior, why are you so disgusted with Buddhism?" Wang Lin heard this and said:
"The Three Pure Ones only need clay to mold their bodies, but the Buddha needs gold plating." Wang Lin knew that Jiang Liu'er was still young, so there was no need to argue too much about these matters. "Take this." Wang Lin threw a book to him. This is Wang Lin's improved version of Human Immortal Martial Arts, which can be cultivated to the realm of Taiyi and the body of a true immortal. "Don't tell anyone about this book! Even if it's your master, you are destined to see me, so I will give you a gift." Jiang Liu'er took the book and saw that Wang Lin was gone. He opened the book, which was full of mysterious words, including many Taoist scriptures. Jiang Liuer also read some Taoist classics and could barely understand them. At the end of the book was the signature of Jiutian Zhenwu Tianzun. Only then did Jiang Liuer realize that the senior just now was actually a god. He put the books away. Since it was the instructions from the gods, there would be no mistakes. But before he noticed it, a black energy suddenly flew into his body. …………
Wang Lin was not worried that Jiang Liuer would not learn. This was just the first time they met, and there would be opportunities in the future. Moreover, to learn his Immortal Martial Arts, one has to read a lot of Taoist classics, not to mention that there is his own martial arts fist intention on it. Unless the Buddha himself takes action, the above fist intention cannot be eliminated. Ordinary Bodhisattvas can't feel it, and they just regard it as a secret book for strengthening their bodies. Only with the cultivation of Tang Monk can this kind of journey to the west be interesting. "Old guy, if the method you mentioned doesn't work, I will kill you in the next world." Wang Lin said to the black energy in his body that he had received a lot of benefits from Wang Lin during this period. "Hehehehe! Even you and no one else in this world can stop my demonic energy!" Then the power of the system pushed it back again. "Just stay well and I'll ask you again when the time comes!" Wang Lin looked at Jinshan Temple in the distance and couldn't help but look forward to it. "I wonder what Tang Seng will be like after absorbing this old guy's demonic energy." ………… Afterwards, Wang Lin went to see his three disciples. "Master!" The three of them respected each other. Over the past five hundred years, they had also developed their own strength. Jiange had become as famous as Shushan, and even more powerful because of the Martial Ancestor Wang Lin behind him. Now his martial arts has three pavilions, the Sword Pavilion, the Boxing Pavilion, and the Qi Pavilion, as well as an academy, the Zhou Academy. It is the dream place for warriors all over the world, and its disciples are all over the place, only under the Buddhist and Taoist sects. "Sun Wukong will be out of trouble in a while. When the martial arts mountain disperses, in addition to your junior martial brother being in charge, you also need to help." "You must cultivate yourself well. After the journey to the west, there will be a world-shattering war, and even I will not be safe by then." Wang Lin was solemn. After the journey to the west, there would be endless counterattacks. He had to strive to achieve the body of a quasi-immortal emperor. Otherwise, with the power of Tathagata's teaching, he didn't know what would happen to Heaven. If Heaven intervened, he could only try his best. "Don't worry, Master, we will definitely be prepared!" They have fought with Buddhism countless times in the past hundreds of years. Buddhism is very powerful, and they have understood it over the years. The only good thing is that their martial arts is different from Taoism. Martial arts strengthens the body, so it can be continued in any dynasty, unlike Buddhism and Taoism, which cannot coexist. Taoism is also showing favor to martial arts, after all, there is no conflict of interest. "Master? Wukong and the others are going west, do we need help?" Upon hearing this, Wang Lin smiled evilly:
"Help? No, be careful not to be accidentally beaten to death!" (End of this chapter)