Ye Xiaoshan, after listening to the narration of the old monk and the ghost, he drooped his face, what he was most annoying was the so-called cause and effect theory of Buddhism, but Buddhism believed in this set the most, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Since the master refuses to let Xiaosheng go out, then don't blame Xiaosheng for being unreasonable. I saw that the scholar gathered the yin qi on the night flute mountain, the yin qi revolved around him and became larger, and finally the scholar turned into a hundred-zhang tall giant, flicked his sleeves, the yin qi gathered into a huge flute, held in his hand, the yin qi soared to the sky, thunderclouds rolled over the night flute mountain, and the sound of lightning and thunder was endless.

It's not good to escape the secret, this is preparing to fight the old monk with the thunder tribulation, and hurriedly said: "Monk, you put yourself in your shoes, if you are caught in vain, what will you do?"

Then he said to the scholar: "And you, although you have no intention of hurting people, but after all, you hurt people, and it also affects the mood of others, and it is a loss after all." Otherwise, you each take a step back, monk, you make a move, scholar, you take it, and the cause and effect master of the apprentice is over, how about it?"

This disguised method of ending cause and effect was learned from an old friend, or he would have been given the nickname of a fake monk.

"Good. The scholar agreed without hesitation, this method not only avoided a death battle between the two sides, but also solved the problem, he really didn't believe that the old monk could knock himself down with one move.

Dun and the scholar looked at the old monk together, waiting for his answer, the old monk closed his eyes and the old monk sat down for nearly a quarter of an hour, and only said when the thunder tribulation in the sky was about to fall: "Yes." ”

After speaking, the bronze man quickly handed out a punch, and the scholar frowned, not because the power of this punch was too amazing, but because the direction of this punch was not him, a golden light shot out from the fist of the bronze man and shot straight into the middle of the thundercloud, and the thunder tribulation that was already ready to be launched was scattered, and the thundercloud broke a big mouth, and the brilliance of the bright moon fell from it, falling on the huge scholar ghost, which was beautiful.

The scholar looked up at Mingyue and asked puzzledly, "Master, why is this?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Isn't it better to use good to get the cause of evil?" ”

The scholar lowered his head and folded his hands, the yin qi on his body dissipated, returned to his original size, and nodded to the old monk sincerely: "Master Xie." ”

He opened his mouth and swallowed it, took out the bowl he had put away just now, threw it to the old monk, and said with a smile: "I sent it to you, by the way, I will bring a message to the old man to your uncle, just say, 'Your nephew is much stronger than you were back then'." ”

The old monk took the bowl with both hands, and the contents were gone, but the bowl itself was a Buddhist treasure, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, senior." ”

He waved his hand, and the matter here was finally settled, and suddenly, the scholar's ghost looked behind him, his eyes narrowed, and said, "I heard the sound of my fu's flute, over there." ”

Turned around, saw the distance full of purple mist, it seemed to be the place where a few little guys were, I sighed in my heart, I didn't care about anything else, my hand slapped to the ground, generated a hole in the ground, jumped in, the old monk put away the law, and followed the leap, it took less than five breaths to come to the other end of the hole, jumped out of the hole and found that it had come to the edge of the purple mist, and was secretly frightened in my heart.

"There are walls. With a black face, a palm slapped down, the light wall blocking the road ahead was instantly shattered, the purple mist surged out like a river bursting the embankment, the old monk stepped forward, chanted an unknown spell in his mouth, and the purple mist gushed out like a docile flock of sheep, gathered in one place and actively drilled into the bowl, the bowl sucked the cow and drank it, and the purple mist was soon empty.

Not far away, the six demons were gathered together, the little monk was lying in the middle, only his eyes could still move, his body was completely paralyzed and unable to move, Sima Shuo and Jin Yi were also the same; Xuhui was flying in the air, already spitting and dry; Crane Wushuang was in the front, and there was a silver-haired civet cat standing on his body, blowing a bone flute; Ao Xuan was the most comfortable of all, lying on Sima Shuo's head and falling asleep.

Looking at the little centipedes all over the ground, Dun snorted coldly, taking him as the origin, the ground erected spikes the thickness of little fingers, and the fan spread out, bypassing the place where the little demons were, and everyone found Dun and an old monk behind him.

The sound of the flute stopped, and when the silver-haired civet cat saw the old monk, it shrank back into the neck of Crane Wushuang in fright.

Previously, Sima Shuo and the others held on for a quarter of an hour after releasing the silver-haired civet cat, and they couldn't move because they inhaled too much purple gas one after another, except for Xuhui and the silver-haired tanuki, Xuhui didn't know why, the purple gas was ineffective against it, and the tanuki could still hold the fire branch everywhere to drive away the centipede while inhaling less, and the crane Wushuang couldn't move, leaning on the one-legged like an optimus pillar, barely maintaining a standing posture without falling.

The net idiot laughed miserably: "What now?"

Sima Shuo looked at the little civet cat's bone flute pinned to his waist, and laughed, "Do you want to listen to the tune?"

"Huh?" Jin Yi and Xuhui looked at him together, with a look of disbelief, is this resignation?

"What's the name of the little civet cat? Let's be a companion on the Huangquan Road. Sima Shuo asked.

"The silver moon civet - the moon bell. "The little civet cat is about to cry, inexplicably appears here, surrounded by dense little centipedes, full of goosebumps, if the whole body is crawling with little centipedes, without them biting themselves, they will die of disgust.

Looking at the centipede group that could no longer be stopped, Yue Ling'er gritted her teeth, pulled out the bone flute around her waist, put it to her mouth, and was about to blow the last song, and she crashed to death on the tree, anyway, she couldn't die in the centipede's mouth.

"Haven't you heard of it, haven't you heard of the big guy? Xuhui looked at Jin Yi, the big guy is Jin Yi's nickname among friends, Xuhui rarely cares about Jin Yi on weekdays, so he has never said it, Sima Shuo is also the first time to hear it, and Xuhui's nickname of braised chicken is the same, it is very appropriate.

"There are so many demons in the Holy Realm, how do I know. Jin Yi pouted, the types of demon clans in the Holy Realm are not immutable, some animals and beasts are not impossible to create a new race if they give birth to spiritual wisdom by chance, and they can be cultivated successfully, so the number of demon clans in the Holy Realm has always changed, some are extinct, and some are new.

The song began to sound, not the one that the idiot heard in the afternoon, but a sad, Helpless and desperate song, this is the first piece that her master taught her, when she heard Master blow this piece for the first time, she cried and asked Master why he wanted to create such a tune, Master's answer was: This is the inspiration he got at the moment before he died, the first song he created as a ghost after death, he died because of music, and he was reborn because of music, I hope that I can inherit his love for music, no matter how many doubts I face in the world in the future, I can persevere, don't be like this song, feel hopeless about this world。

She especially likes this song, although every time she blows herself, she feels very uncomfortable, but this is the charm of this song, only when you feel despair, can you not give up easily when you encounter a desperate situation, only if you know helplessness, you will struggle more.

With the performance of the tune, something unexpected happened to everyone, the centipedes stopped their pace, as if they had been cast a fixed spell, all forbidden not to move, and then the pure idiot remembered that in the afternoon, he was the same, but what happened after that was completely different, it was very weird, some little centipedes turned around and rushed to the nearest tree, hitting the head and bleeding, and the brain burst out, and the dead could not die again.

Jing Idiot also felt a sense of despair in his heart, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly stabilized his mind, glanced around, and found that Sima Shuo, Xuhui and Crane Wushuang The three demons were not the slightest bit bewitched by the sound of the song to lead them into despair, which made him very surprised that he actually lost to these three demons in terms of heart.

And Jin Yi is as desperate as the pure idiot, or even worse, but because his body can't move, he can't do stupid things like those centipedes.