After a few words, the two were speechless.

It's just that at this moment, suddenly a sharp sword light came from outside, Mo Guantian frowned slightly, looked out, but saw a big sword shadow standing in the void, it was difficult for ordinary people to see, but they could see it very clearly.

"The breath of the Three-Life Sword. Mo Guantian said solemnly.

The peerless girl was stunned: "Legend has it that the Sansheng Sword is the sword of the immortals, and I don't know if it's right, it's all amazing, Yuyang can pull it up, it is destined to rise up the Sword Gate, and it ......"

"He is a little sanctified. ”

"See the demon appearing as a saint. ”

Mo Guantian muttered, this sentence means that if you want to find the Holy Son, you must find the Demon Son.

He understood that Lu Feng, who was a demon son, had already appeared in the Buddha Gate, so would the Holy Son appear with him.

Although Xiaocheng's holy body is not the most important symbol, it is definitely one of the signs, and if the Holy Son does not have the holy communion, it will make people laugh.

The demon has always been under his nose, and except for a few people, no one knows about it.

Mo Guantian and his mother-in-law hid Lu Feng very well, everything was under control, but the Holy Son was ......

The mother-in-law didn't say it, and Mo Guantian thought that the mother-in-law didn't know either.

He felt that his mother-in-law hid Lu Feng by her side in order to let the Holy Son appear, and only in the place of the demon son could she find the Holy Son.

The reason why he saved Zhong An back then, and now he has accepted apprentices, is that he sees the possibility that Zhong An is the Holy Son.

Only nowadays.

If the Sansheng Sword is an immortal's weapon, how can the immortal not know where the Holy Son is, and it is not impossible to pass it on to the Holy Son.

Coupled with the rich light, the surrounding temples are vibrating, and the bronze bells are resonating, which is frightening.

If Zhuang Yang is the Holy Son, then everything is reasonable, whether it is talent, strength, comprehension and opportunity, it is extremely terrifying.

Coupled with that strong desire to make the Sword Gate rise, it is really possible that it is the Holy Son.

"Is the Holy Son really going to come out?"

Not necessarily, there is a saying that the Son is not a specific person, everyone can become a Son, because the light is everywhere. Mo Guantian frowned.

The Son, it seems, really appeared.

A holy son with the Three-Life Sword is absolutely terrifying, and he will not be weaker than the top geniuses of those big forces.

Mo Guantian chatted with the peerless girl for a while, and then left in a hurry.

"Master, it's unraveled. Zhong An said suddenly.

Mo Guantian looked at his apprentice in surprise: "Have you solved the problem?"

"Solved the problem," Zhong An said with a smile, "Thanks to the words ......of Shi Zungang and Wushuang seniors, there are some things, since you can afford to take them, you must also put them down." ”

……

Wushuang looked at the two masters and apprentices who were far away, and his eyebrows were quite worried: "Demons, saints, and Buddhas are all gathered in one place, I'm afraid there will be chaos." ”

She leaned on the windowsill, and the three red bamboos swayed in the wind, and their leaves curled slightly in autumn had a special beauty.

The red earth was blown by the wind, and she stared at the three bamboos, which were very hardy, but they didn't grow well in Buddhism, because Buddhism wasn't cold.

It's just that she still transported these bamboos to the Buddha Gate and planted them here, and three of them survived.

Because he likes it.

The cold wind blowing from the street poured into her somewhat open neckline, for a strong person like them, especially in the aura age, even if they lived for hundreds of years, it was not a problem, but living for hundreds of years in order to wait for a person, looking forward to it day after day, what is the difference from death.

Probably, it is longing for one day he can come and see him again.

Wushuang tightened her collar, she was still young, no worse than those young girls, she took out some rouge gouache from her sleeve and dressed it rarely.

"The Buddha Gate is getting warmer and warmer, and the red bamboo is not blooming today, but it's a pity. ”

Then she raised her eyes to a man with his back to him.

The man was white, as if he was fused with the light, and standing there, only Wushuang saw him, and the rest of the monks who came and went didn't seem to notice this person.

The red bamboo leaves fell on his shoulders, like a small bird resting on the snow, which was beautiful.

Wushuang remembered that the first time she saw Mo Concern, this was the scene.

On that day, the bamboo leaves were red, and the young man was like snow.

Time has passed, and we will see each other again, but it is a back.

"Where there is light, there will naturally be temperature, the Holy Son seems to have appeared, if you have nothing to do, I will leave. The abbot looked at the bustling streets, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes.

Wushuang looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to see him through with her eyes, but unfortunately, the person was too dazzling, and she suddenly hated the light.

Just before, when she saw Mo Guantian, she had this thought, and only notified the Buddha Gate after Mo Guantian left.

She wanted to see him, it was as simple as that.

"You don't look at me? We haven't seen each other in decades. ”

"I'm not here to see you, it's to see the guy you appear here, it's a pity, he's gone, I still don't like the smell of him, he has been rolling in the world for so many years, contaminated with right and wrong, if he stayed in Buddhism, there wouldn't be too many things, and in this world, there will be a lot less killing. ”

"He's your brother. Wushuang couldn't help but say.

"It is precisely because he is that he should understand the truth, before the avenue, before the victory, there must always be sacrifices. ”

"You're going to kill him?"