Martial Boss Chapter 938

“Stab-la-”

Space was torn apart like a rag, and Qing Yu lifted a step into the crack, feeling the omnipresent tearing sensation, and tapped his fingers alongside the small space that had opened up.

“The power injected will determine the nature of the space, if I want to open up a sword realm, I need ——”

The sword intent burst out from the tip of his finger, but it was not the Misty Sword Intent that Qing Yu was most skilled at, but a martial art that had been left unused for a long time – “Ten Thousand Swords Returning”.

With “Ten Thousand Swords in One” as the base, the Misty Sword Intent, the Yin Yang Sword Intent, and the Non-Celestial Non-Human Sword Intent —— that Qing Yu knew were all transformed into sword intent, filling the foundation of the sword world.

As Qing Yu injected sword intent and true qi, the space expanded, and even more so, it drew on the sword intent in the sealed sword tower and became one with it.

“Hum…”

An invisible buzzing sound filled the surroundings of the Sword Sealing Tower, causing the disciples who were about to enter it to try out and the sword masters in charge of the trials inside the tower to be stunned.

When they returned to their senses, they looked around again and found that the Tower seemed to have an indescribable aura, and when they wielded their swords, they felt like fish in water.

Qing Yu had reunited the Sword Realm with the Sword Sealing Tower, just like the Sword God’s Lake at the beginning.

Swordsmen tried out in the Sword Sealing Tower, and the sword qi and sword intent they exuded were slowly nourishing the Tower. The breath in the Sword Realm, in turn, could give these swordsmen an extraordinary boost in their sword dao.

“Let’s leave it here, and let the Sword Realm grow from now on.” Qing Yu stood on the steel-like earth and looked at the surrounding scenery and muttered to himself.

This was still the top floor of the Sword Sealing Tower, but due to the overlap with the Sword Realm, instead of the white jade-like walls around, there was a white mist.

And on the now not-so-wide steel floor stood an endless number of sharp swords, sword qi hovering and flying above.

For this sword realm, Qing Yu did not intend to put too much effort into it, apart from the fact that it was only a test piece of work, or because it could absorb sword qi and sword intent to grow on its own.

In the Wind and Cloud world, Jian Yue had used the “Ten Thousand Swords to Return” to attract sword intent and used the “Yuantian Sword Skill” to turn it into a solid entity, causing the sword world to take shape.

Now, Qing Yu was going to follow this example and use “Ten Thousand Swords Returning to China” and “Tai Su Yuan Gong” to open up space and build the prototype of the Sword World.

Qing Yu and Shen Cangwu were not joking when they said that they wanted to gather the sword intent of the world’s swordsmen to bring the Tower of the Sword into a new life, he really had the intention of destroying the status of the Sword God Lake.

If the Tower of the Sealed Sword were to become a new sacred place of the sword dao, fame would be secondary, as long as half of the former Sword God Lake was recreated, it would allow the power under Qing Yu’s command to rise greatly.

“Just wait, soon there should be sword dao masters admiring their names.”

Just wait until the sword world reaches a certain level, once Qing Yu hangs his name as the world’s number one sword, he is still afraid that no swordsmen will come?

Even if one is in the Tong Shen realm, one cannot completely ignore the lure of fame and fortune. If the Nine Heavens formed by Qing Yu and the others were to be more vulgar, wouldn’t they also be for profit?

The figure once again transformed into emptiness, and Qing Yu returned to the previous high platform, sitting comfortably on the Premium Edition wheelchair and said, “Let’s go, back to the Returning Pearl House.”

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“Dong – dong – dong -”

The solemn yet long sound of the bell echoed in the morning sun, ushering in another simple yet new day at Dharma Sangha.

In today’s stormy world, Dharma Sangha seems to be completely isolated from the outside world, free from the elements and the cares of the mundane world. It is like a paradise, inhabited by a group of people who are out of this world.

But when one is in the world, it is too difficult to be truly detached from worldly affairs. Just because the Dharma Sangha could be detached from the world in the past does not mean that it can be in the future.

In the morning sun, a young monk dressed in moon white robes came from outside the temple, like a ghost, and walked into the temple in full view of everyone, straight into the Great Hall.

“Creak…”

The door was opened and the monk stepped inside the hall, looking around at the empty hall and said with a light smile, “It must be time for morning cla*ses, isn’t it?

“It’s not laziness, but an evil guest has come to the door, so the old ca*sock is exempt from today’s morning lesson.”

Under the rocky Buddha statue in the main hall, the meditating old monk slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the uninvited monk, “Xin Yuan, this is the second time you have come to our temple.”

“It is the second time,” said Xin Yuan, pulling back the hem of his garment and sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, “and the last time. There is no coming, and after this time, the Dharma Sangha will also be a Zen sect from.”

“Forty years ago, I had cultivated the Wheel of Karma and the Buddha’s Dictatorship to a great extent, and thought that I would be able to lead the world’s Buddhism and open up the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, but I never imagined that I would lose a slight battle at the Dharma Sangha. Since then, I have decided that the next time I come to this place will be the day when the Buddhists of the Central Plains will be united.”

At this point, Xin Yuan’s face changed to that of a young man, with a frivolous look that did not show the purity of the Buddhist school.

“The phase of all beings is to illuminate all beings and to see the beginning of ignorance, Xin Yuan you have merged the phase of all beings in one body, you have already fallen into the obstacle of confusion, why do you have to persist in your obsession?” Seeing this state of Xin Yuan, the old monk Wu Lai could not help but sigh softly.

“No,” said the old monk, with a little hoarse voice, “the Dharma is an empty illusion, and for those who have seen their nature, the Dharma is an external object, the Buddha is the essence. The poor monk is the Buddha, so there is no such thing as a mysterious barrier.”

They are all high achievers in the Buddhist discipline, so how could Xin Yuan not understand Buddhist principles. Only those who worship the Buddha are obsessed with the Dharma, but they have forgotten their own nature.

The fundamental Buddhist principle of Zen Buddhism is to see one’s own nature and become a Buddha. Nowadays, when the mind’s edge is illuminated and the mind is free of stifling obstacles, it is not wrong for him to say that he is a Buddha. But this Buddha is not necessarily the Buddha that others agree with.

“Forty years ago, before you became one, your Sangha was cut off by the wisdom sword, causing your mind to be confused and you lost a move.

When Wu Lai saw Xin Yuan’s words, he knew why he had the confidence to subdue Fa Xiang Temple today.

Although he was also the strongest, Wu Lai’s strength was not as strong as Xin Yuan’s. The victory forty years ago was due to his restraint of the Sangha, not his true strength. Today, Heart’s Edge is making up for his weakness, and it seems that he has come with the certainty of victory.

“Although the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss was opened by the Buddha, it is unknown to my Buddhist sect. Xin Yuan, if you want to make Dharma Sangha a Zen sect, I can grant you this matter. But the matter of opening up the Pure Land, however, I am sorry that I cannot approve of it.” Wu Lai said slowly but firmly.

But they did not know that the Buddha himself had closed the Pure Land before he disappeared, leaving the injunction that “the door to the Pure Land must not be opened unless the destruction of the Buddhist sect is at stake”.

This prohibition was pa*sed down from generation to generation of the most powerful men in the Buddhist sect, and no one dared to open it, nor could anyone open it.