He is so carefree in Li Zhichang’s body. Although every inch of his body is visible in the bamboo forest, Li Zhichang is not in Ananda’s mind.
It’s like he’s facing a tangible ghost instead of a person.
Unlike ghosts, Li Zhichang can be seen without being afraid of a monk and Taoist priest.
Ananda, with a wooden knife across his chest, is ready to go.
Li Zhichang smiled and said, "You’ve got the sword and you want to kill me, but it’s a little short. This time it seems that you are doomed to die in my hands. The breath of Dharma is still a long way from here. This short time is enough for me to kill you on his way, but I want to wait until he comes."
Ananda’s eyes sank. Of course, he wouldn’t doubt that Li Zhi often told lies.
However, it is not arrogance for Li Zhichang to wait until Dharma arrives, but profoundly points out that when Dharma arrives, it is the time for his momentum to fall.
At that time, his knife power is the greatest, but there is a limit, and the method of climbing is even higher. Because of Dharma, he will not die.
At that time, of course, Li Zhichang will make moves
Because at that time, Li Zhichang was equivalent to limiting the bottom line of his strength, and Li Zhichang was able to shrink back and inspire the spirit of thousands of people in the face of two peerless figures.
Ananda’s eyes are frozen and his heart is cut off.
The purple bamboo forest, the moon and the snow all seem to have become important things, leaving him and Li Zhichang.
Ananda’s knife is more powerful than ever. He used to chant, "To kill and protect life is not to kill people."
This is already a god-Buddha knife method, not a human knife method
It’s almost the same.
Knife and meaning are mixed, and there is no ethereal truth.
Manyuehua has disappeared. When Ananda’s knife was hewn out, Yuehua seemed to be taken as Ananda’s knife, which was just fierce and powerful.
Li Zhichang seems to have turned into a cloud and a fog, like a light smoke and like a wind and snow, winding this knife.
Ananda can’t stop.
This magical knife is not only powerful, but also impossible to vent all its power when it is not in contact with Li Zhichang’s substantive body.
Ananda’s knife really moved ghosts and gods, but that doesn’t mean he can kill Li Zhichang.
Li Zhichang is stronger.
Buddhism is one foot high and Li Zhichang is one foot high.
Holding a bamboo leaf in his forefinger and middle finger is like the Buddha’s smile when he was picking flowers. This smile is inexplicable and reverses the bitter fruit of all beings and breaks the mystery of the world of mortals.
In the longman dance, Li Zhichang drifted to Ananda’s side and seemed to be avoiding the power of this knife, which seems to be different from his anti-Japanese spirit.
Don’t Ananda knife blade even he had to stay out of the way?
This is by no means the case. Even the Xuanyi people can’t make Li Zhichang afraid of the enemy swordsmanship in ancient and modern times.
Even if Li Zhichang reaches Ananda’s side, he can’t avoid this Ananda knife.
The wooden knife takes the essence of heaven and earth, and no words can shape Ananda’s clever sideways knife.
It’s like running water on a cliff and then flowing naturally, like the milky way setting for nine days, nothing can be resisted.
The long-accumulated strength of the wooden knife naturally vented and grasped the falsehood of Li Zhichang’s real figure
But Ananda’s mind is not satisfied. Li Zhichang seems to have become and he feels strongly deceiving himself. Li Zhichang is gone.
With the strength of the knife, the discomfort everywhere made him crazy and want to shout.
Knife strength has been wrestling with Li Zhichang, but the feeling of emptiness is coming like a flood.
Reality and senses are completely reversed.
This kind of thing is even worse than torture.
He seems to be having a dream, and he can’t tell himself from reality anymore.
Ananda chanted, "The Zen mind has been stained with mud and wadding, and the east wind is not driven away."
Although I can’t see, hear and feel my mind, the feeling of madness in my heart has dissipated a lot
The real world, Li Zhichang, has indeed been hit by Ananda’s knife. He is holding his hands together and the bamboo leaf in front of the blade is flying leisurely and easy.
Li Zhichang foot behind the starting point extends a terrorist crack for more than ten feet, which also shows Ananda that this knife is amazing.
Bamboo leaves fluttered to Ananda’s eyebrows and flashed in.
Then Ananda closed her eyes forever, and a little blood seeped out.
After waiting for a while, Li Zhichang Shi Shiran let go and looked at it and kept chopping out the knife. Ananda whispered, "Don’t be so brave."
Dharma appeared at the end of the rift. What is this distance for him and Li Zhichang?
Li Zhichang turned his back on him. He couldn’t see clearly, but Ananda knew the result.
Enduring the grief in my heart, I said lightly, "The poor monk can take advantage of people’s danger."
Li Zhichang’s negative hand is outstanding. "I know that you have made the Tathagata’s palm the first style of swordsmanship. You are really earth-shattering in martial arts."
Dharma said, "It’s still not as good as Tao Zun."
Li Zhichang Yi Ran said, "Let’s do it."
In Baima Temple, the monks suddenly felt a shocking sword in the back hill, and when many Buddhist masters came out of the quiet room, they saw a dazzling white light burst out from the back hill.
The sound of dragons and thunder suddenly moved for dozens of miles, and the Fiona Fang Hall trembled.
The purple bamboo forest has disappeared, and there seems to be some inexplicable power to protect the cave before leaving.
When the monks arrived at the back hill, they saw Dharma sitting in a pan.
He kept silent about what happened to all the monks
Decades later, Dharma sat down in Shaoshi Mountain and practiced his martial arts and Buddhism, but in the end, he still couldn’t get away from death because he left an incurable injury in today’s war, and all this was known by a third person except him and Li Zhichang.
Chapter sixty-three Heaven Gate
Twenty years of silence will slip away from your fingertips like gravel. Today, Li Zhichang is the only one left in Taiyiguan.