There is no sunshine and no birds.

Sick people went in, and came out energetically, and what greeted the monk was a gloomy drizzle.

"This rain is lighter than the rain when the poor monks and ghosts were trapped on Kotyusha Island. ”

The monk grinned, folded his hands, and strode out in the drizzle.

Perhaps because of the rain, the clouds and mist on Mount Puda make it difficult to see the road.

It's like God using a white gauze scarf to cover the monk's eyes.

The monk strode away, without hesitation, he was full of confidence, he knew the way, and no matter how thick the fog was, it could not cover it.

Then the monk stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

The old monk stood under the thatched hut and shouted, "The road is slippery when it rains, so it's good to walk." ”

The monk didn't look back, he just left, the white clothes were wet, sticking to his body, the bare head was impressive, like a figure painted with pen and ink, walking into the depths of the landscape painting splashed with pen and ink, and finally disappeared.

After descending Puda Mountain, the monk glanced back.

One step away, the drizzle continues, and within one step, the sun is shining.

The monk felt that he was very Buddha-like, and with tears in his eyes, he slowly raised his hand...... Raise a middle finger.

"Old bald head, you have killed too many people, and the sky will not spare you! That blood is really hard to drink! Don't let the poor monk complain!"

After shouting these words, the monk seemed to have finished venting.

Only then did he slowly tidy up the clothes that had been dried with internal energy, and exhaled, a strange glint blooming in his eyes.

"My Buddha said, 'It's time for me to go into demons.' ”

After speaking, the monk took a step, stepped out, disappeared without a trace, and reappeared, already dozens of meters away.

After several successive steps, the monk vanished.

There was silence near Mount Puda, with the occasional low chirping of weary birds, as if there had never been a monk dressed in white.

Entering the Tao with martial arts, in the ancient martial arts world in the heyday, is just the first step to get rid of the ordinary, a threshold, and a starting point.

But today, when the path of cultivation is declining, what is represented by the martial arts is the supreme powerhouse, and it is a realm that cannot be attained.

Entering the Tao with martial arts is a process of getting out of the ordinary, so there is a catastrophe of entering the Tao.

Some people are robbed after entering the Tao.

For example, Tang early autumn.

He thought that when he entered the Dao, he would suffer the terrifying roar, which was his Dao Tribulation.

But in fact, it was just a test of the rules of heaven and earth for his opportunistic tricks.

Tang Chuqiu's real Dao Tribulation was Xiao Fan, who wanted to destroy the Tang Sect.

Whether it was Tang Chuqiu or Xiao Fan, they didn't realize the identity of the other party in the dark.

Xiao Fan never thought that he would become Tang Chuqiu's Dao Tribulation, but what he is doing now is a calamity that should have belonged to Tang Chuqiu.

Some people are robbed at the time of entering the Tao.

For example, Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan was burdened with three curses because of the bloodline of the Er clan, and when he entered the Tao, it was precisely because of the interweaving of obsessions that he turned into a curse of the gods.

This is the curse brought by the bloodline of the Horde clan, and at the same time, it was also for Xiao Fan's Dao Tribulation.

If Xiao Fan didn't survive this curse, he would definitely die, and naturally he would have been doomed, and his body would have died, so how could he talk about successfully entering the Dao?

Fortunately, Xiao Fan survived.

At the same time as he broke through the Dao Tribulation, he stepped into the Dao realm.

Unfortunately, monks, like Xu Bai, belong to the kind of people who enter the Dao.

But the monk was more fortunate than Xiao Fan, he knew very well where his Dao Tribulation was and who it was, unlike Xiao Fan, who almost hung up the curse for some reason.

Yin San has a strong person who has entered the Tao, the name of the magic temple, and the number of the goddess.

The monk was chased and killed by thousands of warriors, fell to Yin San, and was finally discovered by the demon goddess who wanted to kill him.

By causal chance, the monk escaped the pursuit and was rescued half-dead, and was rescued by the couple Tamir and Ina, and was desperately sent to Puda Mountain, where he met the old monk.

A peck and a drink, it seems that there is a providence to arrange.

Now, his injuries are unhindered, and he is fed by the blood of all things in the world, and the accumulation of internal strength has reached the zero threshold.

It is also because of the concept of Buddha and Demons, and everything I have experienced along the way, reflect each other.

The monk finally realized his obsession.

His obsession is the interweaving of good and evil.

The thought of the Buddha and the demon finally made his mind clear, enlightened, and enlightened.

However, it almost killed him, the Demon Priestess was the obstacle for the monk to enter the Tao, and it was his Dao calamity.

If you want to enter the Tao, you must fight to the death with the Demon Goddess.

Survive, survive the Taoist tribulation, and enter the Tao with martial arts.

Death, just like the Holy Mother of Tianyang, failed to survive the catastrophe and turned into a cup of loess.

With a half-step realm, the true peak powerhouse of the second stage of the battle into the Dao, this is a very ridiculous thing in the eyes of others.

Don't say do it, even thinking about it makes you feel pathetic.

The gap between the two sides is so big, how can there be a war?

If you really go, it will be death!

The monk knew this, but he had no choice.

There is no untouched mountain road, the monk does not walk fast, step by step down-to-earth, and there is no sadness or joy on his face.

Like the remnants of the sun, the twilight is decorated on him, making the monk look like a monk who has attained the Tao, and there is an indescribable and unclear Zen feeling.

"As long as I walk a little slower, I can live a little longer, look at this beautiful world and landscape, look at the strong men, and the thighs of beautiful women......"

The monk muttered in his mouth and threw the so-called Zen into the clouds.

If the Buddha is psychic, I don't know if he will send out a palm technique that falls from the sky right now.

Don't look at the monk's indifferent look, in fact, he is panicking now.

This is the first time that he has faced a strong person in the Dao alone, without any foreign assistance, and it is the kind of second stage.

No one could help him, except the old monk in the thatched hut.

But the old monk can only help him in the same way - after the monk dies, help him collect the body.

This is the monk's catastrophe, which cannot be avoided, avoided, or eliminated, so it can only be solved in person.

Even if he walked slowly, the monk still appeared outside a bustling town.

At this time, the sky was just dark, and the lights were on, as if to welcome his arrival.

"Ah, how can there be a monk?"

"Oh my God, there is a monk? Where did this monk come from?"

"Heretics, arrest!"

When people found out about the monk's existence, they shouted loudly.

Soon, hundreds of Yin San cultivators surrounded the monk, and one by one the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

Some recognized the monk.

"Damn Huaxia monk, you really appeared again!

More and more people surrounded the monk.

With him as the center, twenty meters away, a circle of people spread outward, and if you look at it from a high altitude, you will find it like mosquito coils.

This was actually a large formation, enough to trap the monk and make it impossible for him to escape again.

Then, a rickety figure appeared in front of the monk's eyes, her face was painted with various paints, and she couldn't see her true face, but the monk knew that this was the goddess, the magic temple.

"Little monk, are you really dying? I finally escaped, and I dared to show up. The Demon Brake sneered, letting out a strange laugh that was as ugly as a vulture.

The monk smiled: "Do you believe that I made a mistake?"

"......" Mosha was a little stunned: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"Well, then what I really mean is to tell you something. ”

The monk cleared his throat and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, there is an old monk who wants to marry you, are you willing to marry?"