The green ox stepped into the void, and every step it took caused bursts of thunder in the void, the sound was like thunder, and in an instant, the clouds all dispersed, and surged wildly to both sides like a wave. The sound was obviously huge and earth-shaking, but there seemed to be no sound. The people living at the foot of the mountain seemed not to hear a word and still lived their normal life.
Wei Diting stared at this scene, shocked and horrified. The turmoil in his heart was difficult to describe in words. He just felt his scalp tingling, and it was precisely because he knew so much that his mood and feelings at the moment were even stronger and could not be described to outsiders. His heart was shaken, his throat paused, and he found it difficult to say anything.
And the emotions at this moment are surging like rivers and like the creation of the world, but when he lowered his head, he saw that the mountain was still calm, people were coming and going as usual, children were running on the path, and a man carrying winter cabbage was shouting something as he walked, his body swaying, and his shoulder pole swaying as well, just like the days of this worldly life, swaying, but finally moving forward step by step.
People on one side were talking about this year's situation and their children's studies with a slight smile on their faces.
The world is as warm as ever.
Not disturbed by these external things at all.
The Taoist rode a green bull down the mountain and entered the world, while the people living at the foot of the mountain continued to live as usual.
One movement and one stillness, one yin and one yang, but at this moment they seemed to fit together. Di Ting suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. The way of action and inaction was mysterious and subtle, but it was difficult to express in words. He stayed there in a daze and stayed quietly for a long time, but suddenly he felt something. He turned around and saw that the three courtyards on the mountain were slowly disappearing, leaving only the courtyard of the young Taoist.
Di Ting was distracted and murmured, "Courtyard, how come there is only one courtyard left?"
A woodcutter came down the mountain early in the morning, carrying two bundles of firewood on a shoulder pole and a hatchet on his waist. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, isn't this the only house here?! Besides, no one has lived here for a long time, and it's already covered with dust."
"ah?!"
Di Ting was startled and said subconsciously: "Ah?"
"Hahaha, if you don't believe me, look!"
The woodcutter raised his hand and pointed in the distance. The man listened carefully and looked up. Sure enough, he saw the house on the mountain. It seemed that a long time had passed. The house was locked and there were marks on the wood. The ground in the yard was covered with snow, and the table was also covered with snow, but the snow on the table was not very thick. No one had stepped on it, so it was still white. The branches and leaves of the plum tree were rugged, and the petals fell one by one, seemingly slowly, as if time was eternal.
The woodcutter laughed: "Ha, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I have been collecting firewood here for a long time. There is only one house here from beginning to end."
Then he laughed loudly and walked forward, bypassing Di Ting, going deeper into the mountains, singing as he walked: "Watching chess pieces being played, the sound of woodcutting, walking slowly at the edge of the valley, selling firewood and wine, laughing wildly and intoxicated by my feelings. The mountains are high in autumn, I pillow my head on the roots of a pine tree facing the moon, and sleep until dawn."
"I recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, hold the axe to cut the dead vines. I collect a load of rice, sing and go to the market, and exchange it for three liters of rice. There is no competition, the price is average, I don't know how to scheme, I don't know honor or disgrace, I live a peaceful life."
"When we meet, we are either immortals or Taoists. Sit quietly and talk about Huangting."
The ballad became increasingly distant. The woodcutter turned several bends on the road and gradually went farther and farther away. He was shrouded in the mist in the mountains and could no longer be seen. Only Di Ting was absent-minded for a long time. Suddenly, as if waking from a long dream, he said, "Ah, yes."
"It's time for me to go back to the City of the Dead."
On the top of the mountain, the three Taoist ancestors watched their disciples go away, their expressions were either gentle, lonely, or indifferent, but they smiled at each other, nodded, and then each found a direction and walked away. In an instant, they had gone far away without any trace left. Here, the sky was high and the clouds were vast, there were no living beings in the world, the mountains were quiet, and the snow was falling endlessly. Only the sound of the ballad seemed to be there and not there.
…
Qi Wuhuo stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, watching the luck. It was like a dam blocking a river. The momentum of luck was surging, but it was all blocked. Although it was blocked, the majestic momentum did not diminish at all, it just kept accumulating, and when it accumulated to the extreme, it exploded, showing a power far beyond its own limit.
He rode the green ox down, stepped on the long river of luck, and his momentum was overwhelming.
Above the sky, the sun was rising, and purple light fell on the Taoist robe of the young Taoist.
The Taoist robe moved slightly in the wind, and seemed to be emitting a purple glow.
The Taoist raised his hand, holding the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in his palm. The rising sun entered my lamp, and a bit of purple air, riding on the wind that blows thousands of miles into the sky, all entered my sleeves. The purple air was rising and burning all over the dome, and then as the green ox stepped on the clouds step by step, it seemed as if layers of ripples appeared. The purple air continued, and it actually spread out above the river of clouds.
There are Taoists who practice Qigong every day and pay attention to the timing. From the moment the sun is born, they breathe in and out, absorbing that wisp of purple air into their bodies to strengthen the power of their internal Qi.
Lianyang Temple in Zhongzhou City.
The young Taoist Mingxin was sweeping the floor in front of the Sanqing Temple and breathing in and out while looking at the sky. This was his habit. Although the existence of the purple air was uncertain, day after day, year after year, he would eventually gain something. But at this moment, he suddenly paused and found that the purple air today not only did not disappear in an instant, but instead was like a mighty river, surging and surging, with no end in sight, surging in tide after tide.
The young Taoist Mingxin suddenly opened his eyes.
Immediately he was stunned.
He threw the broom made by the Taoist uncle who had been staying here more than a year ago to the ground and shouted:
“Master, Master!!!”
"Master, please come out and take a look!"
The old Taoist priest smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, please come out and see, please come out and see!"
Mingxin didn't care and dragged the old Taoist priest out. The old Taoist priest smiled and comforted his disciple, saying that it was a big deal and there was no fuss. He then walked out, raised his head and looked outside. His expression froze in an instant and he almost forgot to breathe and speak for a moment.
What people see today.
The purple air stretches endlessly, vast and majestic, spreading out like a long river.
From west to east, it is thirty thousand miles.
Directly pointing to the capital.
In the capital city, thousands of craftsmen worked tirelessly, desperately to process and rush the work. Huge square stones were dug out from the quarry, and then carried by trained strong men and quickly pieced together. Right in the center of the capital city, a huge arena was created in a very short time.
Be it Buddhism, Taoism, aristocratic families, military generals, or ordinary people, all of them are paying attention to this matter. Not to mention the many peddlers and hawkers who sell things, they will come here to take a look from time to time. Even the most naughty children will stare at this huge arena in a daze.
They knew that this seemed to determine whether they would shave their hair in the future.
It decided whether or not he could live with his childhood sweetheart, blushing amid the jokes of his elders.
In their cognition, there is nothing grand and great, just these trivial things, such as not being able to eat drunken dates, not being able to wear too conspicuous clothes, shaving the head, and scarring the head with burning incense, not being able to eat meat, etc. However, when all these trivial things are put together, they become a big thing that even children understand.
The Human Emperor still sits high up in the attic.
Sixteen monks, some compassionate and some gentle, sat cross-legged at one end of the imperial city, wearing ordinary simple robes. They all had a strong Buddhist flavor, which was powerful, yet compassionate and gentle. Those Buddhist practitioners who could overcome the eight difficulties of Taoism and reach the bodhisattva realm have all walked their own path and have their own understanding of the Buddhas' teachings.
The cultivation of this body is not false.
The reason why I came here is nothing but time, luck and fate.
Because they all recognize the great goals of Buddhism and the vast Buddhist community, they have come together under this goal and are obsessed with it, believing that for the sake of this ultimate absolutely just and absolutely correct result, some cruel means and mistakes in the process are not unacceptable.
They even took some special elixir for a short period of time, which suppressed their realm and cultivation, and showed that they were just ordinary Buddhist monks, without the state of Bodhisattvas, who were not affected by cause and effect and had mastered the realm of freedom and wonderful existence of all Buddhist teachings, in order to superficially conform to the Buddhist theory of this time.
One of the monks opened his eyes slightly, and scanned the living beings around him, like looking at plants and trees. Looking at plants and trees is heartless, and looking at all living beings is the same; looking at all living beings is compassionate, and looking at plants and trees is the same. This is the realm of Buddhism, which is so-called treating everyone equally. At this moment, his gaze fell calmly and gently on the opponent in front of him.
The Taoist sect seemed to know that there was something wrong with these Buddhist monks whose names had never been heard of in the past.
Most of the eminent monks and great virtues of the past few hundred years are not among them.
If he was not an ascetic monk who had been practicing in seclusion until now, he must be a famous monk from hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Ordinary Taoists would definitely not be a match for such a monk. At this moment, in the Taoist land, there was only one person sitting cross-legged with a sword in hand, drinking by himself, looking unrestrained and free-spirited, but he smiled and said, "You all look like my old friends. Would you like some wine to moisten your throat?"
The monks did not answer.
那些僧人的视线锁定了自斟自饮，颇为狂放的道人，认出曾经在天阙之上见过这位上洞仙人，一身的纯阳真炁，修持境界已经到了真君当中都属颇厚的，却忽有一日，再坠情劫八难，自真君之境界不断下坠，最终跌坠入了地仙境界，据传其放浪形骸，已没了再证道真君的基础。
然而今日所见，其锋芒毕露，似乎比起往日更甚三分。
却分明是已经渐渐踏破了情劫八难，要重入真君境界的迹象啊。
曾经为真君，坠入八难之下，再度攀升回到了原本的境界之上，这样成就的真君，却和寻常一步步修持上来的真君，截然不同，境界更深，底蕴更厚，往日有这等经历的，无不是成就了帝境。
而在这位吕纯阳之身后，是穿着甲胄的兵家魁首李翟。
神色漠然，平静看着前方诸僧，似乎也是在看着这诸僧背后的人皇，此地乃是中原九州之腹地，亦是人间神武的京城，本来就是人道气运最为鼎盛的地方，再加上先前人皇和李翟彼此之间的争斗，此地之气氛业已堆积到了极致。
以诸僧的实力，几乎已经可以以肉眼看到那呼啸而起，无边愤怒而强盛的人道气运，仿佛猛虎生双翼，仰天咆哮，震慑左右，哪怕是这些菩萨都不得不心中慨叹，双手合十自语：“是好气运！”
“果然，人道当兴！”
“是啊，这等气运如柴薪，我佛门大盛的时代就要来临了。”
“是也，是也，合该我佛大盛！”
一苍龙，一猛虎，两股人道气运汇聚在了一起，彼此锋芒相对，似乎随时都有可能瞬间爆发出来，伴随着一名力士重重敲击在了铜锣之上，刺耳的声音激**而起，朝着四面八方地震**开来，吕洞宾的眸子闪过一丝丝寒光，将手中之酒壶朝着后面一抛。
踉踉跄跄起身，一手提剑，一手朝着前方虚引，朗声道：
“不知道哪位佛门大师赐教了！”
诸菩萨缓缓睁开双目，一道道视线，皆落在了吕洞宾的身上。
就仿佛佛门的气数，道门的根基，以及这人间之后数百年的悲欢离合，诸多兴盛，皆系于此一身之上，纵然是不敌，也需倾尽全力而为之，是日道门吕纯阳迎战这十余名隐藏了身份的佛门菩萨。
其中一僧起身，双手合十踱步而前，淡淡道：“贫僧修持佛法，并无其余诸神通，唯知空，知假，知万物虚无，今日第一战，由吾对你，我等论空。”
第二名僧人旋即起身，双手合十，样貌奇古，声音沉闷如雷霆，道：“贫僧修持无法，证不多诸多神通，唯独定力算是尚可，可坐在此地，雷霆轰击，烈焰焚城，而吾心不动，神不动，意不动，法不动。”
第三名僧人亦然继续回答。
乃至于一十六名僧人菩萨皆是道出了一名比斗的理由，自修为，到领悟，到玄通，再到诸定力，心性，一十六僧，有一十六比试，是为了争气运，分上下，到了此刻，便是周围那些没有修为，不知境界的寻常百姓，却也知道，这一次比试对于这位道长来说，是何等的艰难。
这些僧人能够站在这里，肯定都是无比强横之辈，提出来的比试主题，也肯定是他们最擅长的部分，最强大的东西，也是最有信心获胜的那些。
道门只他一个来而已。
也就是说，这位吕纯阳必须要在一十六个领域击败这一十六个最擅长这些东西的僧人，是在一十六个领域超越这些佛门最强，才能够获胜，至少是要有九次获胜，是车轮战，是连续战，更是以自身一人击众僧之长。
“完了，完了……道门竟然只有这样一个人吗？！”
“这样的话，是不是提前去剃了头发比较好？！”
“可恶，道门也算是我本土之宗门？平日里说的好听，可是临到这个时候，竟然拿不出十几个修行有成的人，前来参加比试的吗？！”
“唉，也不能这样说，可能这位道长足够厉害，能够以一敌十呢？”
“哈？以一敌十，我看未必，再说，既然没有把握的话，这大将军为什么要答应的！？这不是坑了我们吗？！”
人群之中，熙熙攘攘诸多嘈杂之声响起来，有的是真的失望，有的是世家的反串，诸多嘈杂，沸反盈天，哪怕是兵家的士卒们愤怒地拦截，也拦不下他们的话语声音，而在远离此地的最高处，在那摘星楼中，那老僧双手合十，温和道：
“是无异于以卵击石啊。”
“无论这个吕纯阳有多大的名气，多大的道行，多大的修为，到了如今，也是必败无疑了，陛下您可以放心了。”
“吕纯阳已败了，道门也已败了。”
“不提诸多同修对于这些部分，皆已抵达了佛门最强；只是以一敌多，吕纯阳便要败一分；以自身之短而击众佛之长，再败一分；以一地仙，而击一十六菩萨，是再败第三分，尚未开战，道门已败了三分，此战于陛下来说，不过只是必胜之战罢了。”
许久后，那人皇开口道：“是这样吗……”
只是之后论法开始，却是超过了所有人的预料。
吕纯阳，以地仙之躯，连败三僧。
论法无双，斗法无双，辩才超凡！
先前诸人对于吕纯阳皆是不抱希望，对于未来诸事，皆是黯然失色；可是见到这道人连胜三次，也不由得也为他鼓劲起来，声势一时浩大，人道气运偏斜，人皇李晖神色微寒，那老僧看着那比试定力，彼此以幻境搅乱对手，却又要令自身心静如水的一僧一道，眸子微敛。
看来汝也历劫了，也是要以此事，而重新登上天阙，复返纯阳清虚之境。
不过，可惜……
人道气运与我佛有缘。
请道友下坠。
手腕微动，作拈花之姿，旋即手中多出一个虫子。
却是一异虫蝎子，便是佛陀不坏之体，天尊清净之身，被这蝎子蛰了一下也得要痛煞无比，再强横体魄，也得要半日才能缓过来，手腕微动，却道一声且去，这蝎子直接化作一点流光，飞到了吕纯阳背后，只是一下，就让吕纯阳面色骤变。
仍旧还可以忍耐，忽而第二下，第三下，吕洞宾总是忍耐不住，低喝一声，心神一晃，剑气逸散出来，被那菩萨趁势反击，当即面色一白，嘴角咳出血来，诸佛门僧人皆齐齐喝一声，胜了！
“嗯？！！”
李翟眸子一扫，拔剑出鞘，瞬间斩了那蝎子，却见到了吕纯阳的面色苍白虚浮，显而易见心神都被暗算，心中寒意，而前面诸僧则是微笑，周围欢呼的声音刹那之间凝固住，人们看到了先前风采绝世的道人就艰难盘膝坐在地上，面色苍白，一时间不敢置信。
输了？
怎么可能会这么样就输了？！
而且看上去还是伤了根本，再也不能去战的那种……
先前的笑意还在脸上，却在瞬间凝固。
群僧则是志得意满，李晖也缓缓呼出一口气，眸子抬起看着天下。
这天下，终究是我的……
他呢喃着道：“四弟，你败了，道门也败了，我才是天命所归……天边这紫气如紫微星降世，不亦如此么？”
老僧温和看着下面的大局已定——十六位菩萨齐齐出手，还有自己，人间道门许多仙人在天庭，不能来人间，区区人间道门势力，是断无还手之力的。
正自微笑，却忽而微怔。
嗯？！
紫气？！
他猛地抬起头，看着远处的苍穹，瞳孔骤然收缩，而诸菩萨也同样如此，刹那之间所有的佛门道门的修行者都注意到了那无边的紫气，华贵尊严，却又有道门之清净威严，缓慢而平和倾覆而来。
转瞬之间，已经蔓延到了京城上空，刹那之间，佛道相争的那气运凝固。
一十三位菩萨面色骤变。
这等紫气，浩**磅礴而带着道门浓郁的清净自在之气，让他们瞬间感知到危机。
皆齐齐展现佛门威严，显出菩萨相，施展神通，佛光冲天而起，欲要遮蔽这人间帝都，就在这瞬间，众人才知道眼前这敌人皆是天上的罗汉和菩萨们，无边佛光侵染，此地几乎要化作了佛门盛景，天花乱坠，地涌金莲，众人几乎觉得绝望了，哪怕是明真道盟都是如此。
以人间之力，面对这些佛国大能，如何能胜？
只是下一个瞬间，佛光崩碎，菩萨法相化作虚无。
一十三尊菩萨，三百罗汉，五百金刚，并诸僧沙弥，齐齐咳血，暴退。
佛光消散，唯紫气浩**磅礴。
紫气东来三万里。
一瞬之间。
佛道之争，已定胜负！
已定胜负——
而人，尚且未至！
瞬间死寂！
诸人茫然。
The old monk's face suddenly changed, and he stared at the front. In the purple cloud sea that seemed to extend to the farthest place and extend to the morning light of the sun, a Taoist priest sat on a green ox, holding an Eight Scenery Palace Lantern and a whisk on his arm, and came slowly step by step. The boundless and magnificent momentum accumulated to the extreme, and then exploded, pure and free, yet vast and boundless.
Holding a whisk, riding a green ox, and holding an Eight-Scenes Palace Lantern.
"Grand disciple..."
The old monk’s heart was in turmoil.
At this moment, the green ox carried the Taoist priest to the capital city, and the Taoist priest, who had lowered his eyes, raised his head.
A pair of cold star-like eyes instantly met the old monk's.
Among the Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns, the lights suddenly lit up.