In fact, as far as he knew.

Master Sixiang practiced both the four forms because in his day it was too difficult to reach the top with a single form of martial arts. There was no other way but to superimpose other forms.

Don't look at the fact that the Cangtian Dragon King has been promoted to the top in the form of a dragon. This is because the image has been developed from generation to generation and has a profound foundation, and the Dragon King himself is also proficient in the three religions.

The dragon shape is only part of what the Dragon King has learned.

There are many pictographic factions, but the foundation of a single faction is insufficient. These are caused by the characteristics of its early emergence from the folk. Up to now, this is still the case.

The old monk said:

"At this time, the Master still had two hundred years left in his life. He once again sought the truth and visited the Tao. He even went deep into the underworld to find treasures that could extend his life. He tried every means to extend his life for decades. He tried to use the method of the Four Symbols to reach the top of the martial arts.

Six Realms, to solve Zhang Zu’s problem, however, fate played tricks on people, and on the eve of his great enlightenment, the deadline came..."

The old monk's eyes were complicated and his eyes were red.

He sighed softly:

"The Master only said one sentence and then died with regrets."

Lu Chenzhou said:

"Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."

Someone in the field of history compiled the "Three Hatreds of Martial Arts".

The first hatred was that Zhang Tianshi's outer elixir went astray into the fifth realm, broke through and died.

The second hatred was that Zhang Zu failed to break through the six shackles and realized a secret before his death.

The third hatred is that Master Lingkong died with regret as his time was approaching before he could reach full enlightenment.

The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and you are as beautiful as ever. In the face of death, all living beings are equal.

The old monk sighed:

"However, Master Sixiang, a disciple of Lingkong, proved that the Fourxiang method he used at the time could not only break into the six realms, but could even knock on the door of the seven realms. He was right.

Nowadays, the foundation of pictograms is profound, far more than before. Practitioners of all major sects can break through six and seven without having to practice multiple forms at the same time. This is really a blessing for future generations."

After saying this, the old monk continued to sweep the floor.

Lu Chenzhou stood silently, seeming to be thinking.

After a while, he looked at the old monk and said:

"My father-in-law has studied Master Lingkong as deeply as any historian."

The old monk smiled proudly and said:

"I have been studying the Master all these years that I have been sweeping floors."

"If I want to change my job, such as teaching, I can recommend it to you."

"No need, I'm dying, just keep sweeping the floor."

"Come on, old man, I'll go take a look inside the tower."

"Go ahead. After you're done, you can go to Lingjiu Temple, Longquan Temple, Foguang Temple, and the historical sites in Nanshan of Mount Wutai. You might gain something from visiting them all."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Lu Chenzhou stepped into the white tower and turned around to look.

The old monk sweeping the floor raised his eyes and asked:

"Is there anything else?"

"No."

Lu Chenzhou shook his head, turned around and disappeared.

He was made suspicious by the monk Kong Wen.

I always feel that this old monk may be an illusion created by Master Ling Kong.

But looking at it now, the old monk is indeed an ordinary person.

Strange people can also be born among the people.

…

Inside the White Tower.

Lu Chenzhou carefully comprehended every trace of Tao Yun in it.

He stood at the window and looked at the old monk sweeping the floor below.

The old man was tired from sweeping, so he sat on a chair to wipe his sweat and drink water.

Lu Chenzhou's palm gently brushed against the ancient wall.

He closed his eyes and felt with his heart.

In his mind, there was a vague sound of punching.

"Coming."

When he opened his eyes, he was already in a vast mountain range.

Under the white tower, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and time is rewinding and changing.

The old sweeping monk disappeared.

Instead, there was a young monk.

Except for his handsome features, he is otherwise unremarkable.

"Master Ling Kong."

The monk swept the ground and lowered his eyes.

Boom——

The bells of Wutai Mountain rang.

As soon as the bell rang, the monks gathered to begin today's morning training.

Master Lingkong looked happy and ran away.

Lu Chenzhou was like opening up God's perspective, recounting the life of Master Lingkong just described by his father-in-law, from the beginning of secretly learning boxing, to leaving Mount Wutai to travel around, entering the innate world at sixty, and becoming a master at the age of one hundred... He experienced all of this again

.

Although there are some differences from what my husband said, the overall difference is the same.

"It seems that my husband is indeed not Ling Kong."

The picture comes to the last scene.

The oil has run out, the lamp has dried up, and the energy of death is lingering. Master Lingkong is studying the classics of Zhang Zu. Behind him, there are four shapes of dragon, tiger, turtle, and red bird, which seem to correspond to the four poles of the sky in the myth of Daxia, green dragon, white tiger, and red bird.

Xuanwu.

These factions are all extremely difficult. They are astonishingly talented and gorgeous, such as the Master of Four Elephants. They also choose to settle for the second best and choose the low-end version, which is as heroic as Principal Wang. They are only three of them. As an ancient person, the conditions are not as good as in all aspects.

Now……

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the founder of pictograms.

Lu Chenzhou, I admire you!

"If it weren't for the deadline, the Master could really become the top Four Symbols Heavenly King."

He was sad in his heart.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it..."

Master Lingkong suddenly put down his books and started dancing.

He finally saw the scenery of the sixth realm. After returning to the light, the childish face withered quickly, like the last autumn leaf before winter, desolate and desolate.

Master Lingkong was not downcast and sighed.

Step by step, he came to the White Tower where he had swept the floor when he was young.

There was no one around him.

He leaned quietly against the Buddha statue and fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his lips.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening..."

There was an expectant look in his eyes.

The Master's body disintegrated, and his spirit turned into four phantoms, rushing into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bell rings.

Thousands of monks from all over Mount Wutai looked up, their eyes trembling.

"The Patriarch...the Patriarch passed away."

"Did Master still fail?"
To be continued...