"It seems that Master Ming has remembered me as before. The disciple surnamed Wang smiled slightly, and his face was still as plain as water.

However, the Buddhist disciple's expression was unprecedentedly serious, his eyes were wide as if he was angry with the Buddha's King Kong, without killing intent but in disbelief, and in his mind, the original scene appeared.

A year ago, he had been cultivating in Shanhaiguan, and occasionally he would go out with other Xianmen brothers and disciples to eliminate demons! And that day, when he had just returned to the room, he had not yet repaired, but he saw an old monk standing outside the door, wearing a robe and holding Buddha beads, and his kind eyebrows and kind eyes were still gloomy on his face.

Before he could speak, he was already shocked.

"Master, why are you here?" He didn't know why, but he knew that the identity of the old monk would cause a wave wherever he appeared! But there was obviously another reason for appearing here silently at this moment.

"Amitabha, you are still unsettled, and it seems that the tempering here has not had much effect on you, so although it is not my wish, you still go into the world, and taking a look at the worldly red dust may be of greater help to your practice. The old monk walked into the door, pointed out to Jianming, and then sat down on the chair.

"Yes, Jianming will definitely follow the teachings of the master, master, please drink tea......" Jianming nodded yes, hurriedly poured the tea, without the slightest disobedience, he was a mortal, but also had a mortal heart, helpless the world changes, saw through the red dust and realized that he was found by his master and became a disciple under the door.

Therefore, Jianming was extremely respectful to his teacher, and the words of his teachings were naturally engraved in his heart.

"No, I'm here for one thing. The old monk shook his head slightly, but took out a jade bottle from the monk's robe, and three golden pills were faintly visible in the clear and translucent white jade, which was obviously some kind of extremely precious elixir.

Seeing that Ming didn't know what was in the jade bottle, he didn't ask, but said.

"Even if the master has something to say, the disciple can help the master, which can be regarded as a way of respecting the master, and there is no reason to refuse. ”

"I know your intentions, and listen to me slowly. The old monk nodded, seeing that Ming had great wisdom, and his heart had always been kind, no matter who he was, he was respectful, so the disciple, even the old monk was quite pleased.

"This is Jin Mingdan!" the old monk put down the jade bottle and looked up at Jianming.

"Jin Ming Dan?" Seeing Ming's complexion suddenly changed drastically, the name of Jin Ming Dan is known to almost no one in the world who cultivates immortals! Because of its preciousness, it is made of relics that have been cultivated by countless precious medicines, and each one is a priceless treasure! Even if he saw Ming, he had never seen Jin Ming Dan's appearance, but he was even more shocked by the old monk's handwriting.

"Yes, this is the relic of an old friend of mine who sat down, and I wished to make it into a golden pill in order to save lives, but after all, I still have selfish ......" The old monk sighed and shook his head slightly, if it weren't for today's situation, he would definitely not do such a thing.

"If the master takes the pill to save people, presumably although the friend of the master drives the crane to the west, it is difficult to complain, but this Jin Ming Dan is very precious, the master wants to save people, even if it is not himself, a Jin Ming Dan can resolve the injuries suffered by countless yin and poisonous demon skills in the world, why does the master take out three grains at a time!" Seeing that Ming didn't ask about the identity of the person, he didn't need to know, and he didn't want to know, since it was the words of the master, then there was no mistake, even if the person he saved was a demon sect, he would not have the slightest disobedience, but he was a little curious that the old monk actually took out three grains at a time, which was really unexpected by him.

"Amitabha, good and good, even if the old man is selfish, he sees that the person is too seriously injured, although it is okay for a moment or three, but after that, he will definitely die, only Jin Mingdan can save that person's life!" The old monk folded his hands, and his face flashed with pain, but it was instantaneous, obviously preoccupied.

"Then why ......" Seeing that Ming opened his mouth to ask, the old monk had already replied.

"Because it's just a possibility, the injuries suffered by that person are by no means ordinary, and I can't say anything more!"

"Amitabha, the old man is in a good position! The demon has been born, see it, I want to retreat for half a year, in order to exorcise the demon, during this time you have to cultivate well......" The old monk's words were full of exhaustion, but his words seemed to have exhausted his life's cultivation, draining everything he had, and it was actually a derivative demon!

"Yes, Master!" Seeing that his hands were folded, the old monk had closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light was permeated all over his body, shaking away all the dust and smoke and filth, and the turbidity was clearly distinguished.

Silent, seeing that his eyes were staring at Jin Mingdan on the wooden table, the Buddha cultivator was frank and open, but if the heart demon invaded his mind, it would turn into a 'blood Shura'!

"The Buddha is difficult to cultivate, one thought of the Buddha and one of the Buddhas, the Satta can be transformed into the Shura knife! The devil is easy to enter, the heavens and the earth can be killed, and all living beings need to survive the immeasurable calamity!" Seeing Ming sighed slightly, he put the jade bottle contained in Jin Mingdan into his hand, and the wisps of medicinal incense submerged into his nose, which made him slightly stunned.

"The master is the master of the great success of the Dharma, but because of a few thoughts and demons, what is the relationship between that person and the master......

There was still a note left on the wooden table, and Jianming reached out to pick it up, and the handwriting on it did not enter his eyes--Under the Demon Suppression Hall, the work of Yin Shu! In just eight characters, but Jianming's complexion changed suddenly, and a spark suddenly rose from his fingertips, and as the ashes dissipated, the room was already silent as usual......

The light and shadow flowed, and a young monk dressed in a monk's robe with a serious expression appeared in front of the Demon Suppression Hall, raising his head slightly, revealing an ordinary face, his eyes slightly tired but still bright.

"This is it!" Seeing Ming's palm fingers lightly, the golden Ming Dan jade bottle seemed to be warm flowing in his hand.

Immediately no longer paused, and stepped into the Demon Suppression Hall, and before he could see everything in the hall, he heard someone shouting in surprise.

"Who's it!

"Don't be nervous, I'm a disciple of Buddhism. "Calm down slightly, there are more than a dozen Heavenly Immortal Sect disciples in the hall, all of them are frowning, more or less injured, obviously returning to the hall after a tragic battle.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Buddhism, please forgive me!" A person carrying Qingfeng, bowed to this place with a fist, and could see that his forehead was wrapped in white gauze between his hair, and there was a red feeling in his eyes, obviously seriously injured, but his breath was stable, and it did not seem to be life-threatening.

"It doesn't matter. Jianming shook his head slightly and folded his hands.

"I don't know what this little master is talking about when he comes to my Demon Suppression Hall?" the man looked around, but found that he was looking around, as if he was looking for something, and immediately asked.

"Oh, is there a disciple here who was seriously injured and dying by Yin Shu Gong?" Seeing that Ming's words had just fallen, he saw that more than a dozen people were all looking up and staring, with strong doubts, and some people even looked at each other with their hands attached to the hilt of the sword, the sharp cold light, there was silence in the Demon Suppression Hall for an instant, and Xiao was awe-inspiring!

"I have no ill intentions!" saw Ming waving his hand again and again.

"You are not a disciple of my Immortal Sect, how do you know that my disciple of the Immortal Sect was seriously injured and was about to die? If you don't explain, don't blame me for taking you down. The eyes of the disciples of the Heavenly Immortal Sect who spoke before were already cold, and as his words fell, the rest of the people all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the sword pointed at the light, and the killing intent swept out.

"This ......" saw that his face was embarrassed, his master's identity was amazing, even if he said it at this moment, no one would believe it, and his master deliberately didn't want others to know his identity, so he simply carried the killing intent and recited the Buddha's name Lang Lang.

"It's not that I don't want to explain, it's that the person who told me about it just asked me to save people!"

"Let you come to save people?" the people in the hall glanced at each other, and a disciple stepped forward and spoke.

"I can only believe fifty percent of what you say, and I don't think you can save him. After speaking, a little pain appeared on this person's face, it was his subordinate disciple, and today his soul returned to heaven, and when others saw each other, they could only complain to each other in front of the grave......

"Amitabha, although I don't know how to save people, I know that this thing will definitely save him!"

"Is it an elixir? It's useless, whether it's a healing pill or an elixir that exorcises poison and dispels demons, it has no effect, at most it can only be relieved. The disciple glanced at the Dan bottle in Ming's hand, shook his head slightly, and the sadness on his face became a little thicker.

"This is my Buddha's supreme treasure elixir - Jin Ming Dan!" Seeing Ming, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

"Jin Mingdan?" Everyone in the hall was stunned, as if they couldn't believe that this little monk would have such a Buddhist supreme elixir in his hands.

"Yes, this is the elixir given to me by the person who told me about this, and I think that with this elixir, I should be able to save a life. Jianming nodded.

"If that's the case, then thank you so much!Seeing that the little master Ming, I have offended a lot just now, and I hope to forgive me!" The Tianxian Sect disciple who spoke before hurriedly clasped his fists and thanked him.

"Can the donor let me see who is about to return to the ruins......

"Little master, please ......" The disciple hesitated slightly, but instantly made up his mind, waved his hand and ordered the others to retreat, revealing a seriously injured disciple who was surrounded by more than a dozen people.

Most of the body of this seriously injured disciple was soaked in blood, and his hair was like a powerful ghost, and if he looked closely, it could be seen that it was the disciple surnamed Wang! The blood and sand of the first battle outside the pass, he was deeply trapped in the battle of life and death in the battle, and was rescued by the same disciple, so he saved a life, but before fleeing, he was seriously injured by a disciple of the Demon Gate who cultivated to a profound cultivation of Yin Shu Gong, and he was already dying when he rushed back to the pass, wandering in front of the Ghost Gate, and after a moment or three, he would die.

"Such a serious injury, to be able to live until now, this kind of will is admirable!" Seeing Ming saw at a glance that the severity of this person's injuries was not ordinary, the injuries were comparable, the Yin Shu Gong was insidious and vicious, and the cold qi entered the viscera from the meridians, arousing the evil of the human heart and sinking into the abyss of anger.