Unexpectedly, Luo Yao's words stopped the monk, his head turned rapidly, and he didn't know how to answer children's questions.

The word Tao originates from the beginning of heaven and earth, as the saying goes, the Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, three to all things, the Tao in the world is still the foundation of the world, but the emergence of the cultivator is contrary to its natural laws and violates the laws of heaven and earth.

The monk suddenly looked at the little girl behind him, after all, the person who could ask such a question was not an ordinary person.

"What is the Tao, what the poor monk seeks is nothing more than eternal life, and the Tao can be pursued by oneself without asking others. The monk's voice became more and more ethereal, and he was also thinking about his own way along the way.

"Little girl, you are different from the children of the world. Monk Zhengse said.

"Monk, I want to cultivate immortals, I don't want to live this life in idleness. "Since God let her come here, it must not be for her to follow Uncle Wang's family to live a life of sunrise and sunset, although it is happy and peaceful, but the days without waves are not what she wants.

"Cultivating immortals, donors know that the road is difficult and dangerous, but it is not as noisy as at home. The monk looked at Luo Yao in surprise and replied.

"Monk, I know that if the path of cultivating immortals is smooth and unimpeded, everyone in the world can cultivate immortals. I want to be like you, cultivate mana, follow your own path, in my mind, the Tao is not the sky above my head, let alone the ground under my feet, although everything in the world has its own fixed number, but my own life path is all up to me, everything I can do is the way, and the road I walk is also the way. His eyes were firmly fixed on the back of the monk in front of him.

Luo Yao has always disbelieved in fate, as the people's policeman of the 21st century in China, he has accepted the concept of scientific education, although he has traveled through the world of cultivating immortals, but he also has his own ideas.

Luo Yao's words were shocking, and once again frightened the monk who led the way in front of him, his face trembled slightly, and he was silent.

The two walked quietly on the mountain village road, and the soil washed by the downpour during the day was trampled deep and shallow, and the low-lying rain splashed.

A quarter of an hour later, the monk stopped, standing at the foot of the back mountain, Luo Yao followed the monk's eyes, and saw the barren land, bare mountains, scorched black soil, trees broken, ground cracks and landslides, obviously after a big battle here.

"Donor, as you can see, there is a battle of cultivators here, and you know that the battle of cultivators is even more terrifying than you imagined. ”

Now the news of the Source Scripture in his hands has not reached the ears of the Holy Sect and the leaders of the Three Great Sects, otherwise the entire cultivation realm will hunt him down without sleep.

"Monk, the power of a cultivator is terrifying, but why would he fight in the land of mortals, and if he hurts innocent people, he is not afraid of heaven's punishment?"

Luo Yao looked at everything in front of him dumbfounded, everything was incredible, this kind of destruction scene even in the twenty-first century would have to require a weapon like *** to cause, not to think, the power of the cultivator was beyond imagination, and the scene was shocking.

"A true cultivator is originally violating the Heavenly Dao to cultivate immortality, how can he be afraid of God's punishment. The monk shook his head, looking at the desolation in front of him and feeling a little sad.

"Monk, will those cultivators come again, will they still fight here?" asked excitedly, the strength of the cultivators was really strong and terrifying.

"Master, why don't you speak, will they come again, and what is the disaster you said?" Luo Yao looked at the silent monk and asked.

When the monk heard Luo Yao's question, he didn't want to deal with it at all, this group of cultivators came after me, would I tell the stinky girl that they all came to me and asked for my baby.

The monk was very entangled at this time and didn't know how to answer, but this girl kept pestering herself and had a headache.

The monk turned his head and looked at Luo Yao carefully, but his soul became less and less conscious, and he suddenly had a killing intent, thinking about what method to use to kill her, and throw the body here.

"Monk, what are you doing looking at me. Luo Yao looked at the bald donkey next to him with a more and more wrong expression, and suddenly realized the danger, his head turned rapidly, and his legs trembled slightly, revealing the nervousness and fear in Luo Yao's heart at this time.

The monk's expression as he looked at Luo Yao became more and more permeable, the gloomy atmosphere surrounded him, the fear in his heart intensified, and his feet couldn't stop retreating, but the monk in front of him was holding a Zen staff, and his feet were slowly approaching Luo Yao, and the murderous aura stimulated Luo Yao's mind.

"Bald donkey, what do you want to do, you are crazy, what good is it for you to kill me. Luo Yao looked at the approaching monk, panicked, and his voice trembled infinitely.

The monk ignored what Luo Yao said, and continued to approach Luo Yao who was retreating, five meters, four meters, three meters, the distance was getting shorter and shorter, and Luo Yao's steps back were getting faster and faster. There was a "plop" sound, and Luo Yao's heel hit the boulder and fell to the ground.

The monk saw that the spiritual power was injected into the Zen staff, Luo Yao saw a beam of golden light coming towards him, staring intently at the golden light in front of him, the dazzling beam, the pupils constricted, and in an instant, Luo Yao's eyes were sluggish, and the silver pupils instantly transformed into golden vertical pupils, and the golden light also dissipated at a distance of one foot from Luo Yao. In the blink of an eye, the golden light dissipated, and the pupils returned to silver.

"Huh" The monk looked puzzled, and walked around Luo Yao in a circle, unable to believe that he didn't hit the little girl with all his strength.

At this time, Luo Yao was in a coma, she only saw the golden light shooting towards her, her head was dizzy, and she fainted instantly.

Just now, I obviously used spiritual power to hit this girl, what happened, the aura actually dissipated in front of my eyes.

The monk really couldn't think of a reason, and continued to walk around Luo Yao in the same place.

"Hey, it seems that this little girl's life should not be extinguished, forget it, don't kill her, little girl, you have to thank the old man for not killing. After the monk finished speaking, he pasted a spirit talisman and left the place.

On the second day, "cluck~~", one after another, woke up the sleeping world in the mountain village. When the first rays of sunlight hit Luo Yao's face, he opened his eyes and woke up faintly.

Luo Yao got up and looked around at the environment where he was sleeping, with a splitting headache, obviously not remembering how he escaped death.

Luo Yao touched his head and walked home.

"Cuihua, I didn't see my Xiaoyao. At the entrance of the village, Aunt Wang anxiously pulled her throat to find Luo Yao.

"What, Lao Wang, did your little Yao run away from home, or was he abducted?" It happened that Miao Cuihua was standing next to the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for someone, and when she saw Aunt Wang's anxious appearance, she laughed.

Aunt Wang wanted to take back what she just said, and sure enough, Miao Cuihua couldn't spit out ivory from her dog mouth, didn't have a good word, and didn't have a conscience joke.

In doing so, he didn't pay attention to this person, and continued to walk outside the village.

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao~~~" The eldest lady was about to walk towards the back mountain, and happened to hear the sound of conversation.

"Early this morning, I thought about going to the back mountain to dig wild vegetables, and guess what, the whole back mountain collapsed, bare, and the smell of burnt was pungent. At this time, an old man said to another old man with a basket on his back.

"What, the back mountain was destroyed? Could it be that the mountain rain was too big yesterday, and God sent a thunder and ruined the back mountain?" asked the old man next to him in surprise.