Under the night sky, this strange old monk landed on the ridge of the roof, fluttering lightly and silently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The scene was quiet, and everyone didn't dare to come out, so they all held their breath and watched carefully.

"Who are you?"

The old monk smiled, pulling the flesh and skin of the corners of his mouth, making people feel a chill in his body, for fear that the skin and flesh on his face would be torn off with a smile.

"There are more than 100 corpses in the shape of Lao Suo, the phantom body is thin and fat, and he has been dreaming for 30 years, showing that the Tibetans don't know it...."

Heyangzi frowned, he didn't understand the old monk's words, this person was thin and thin, his speech was strange, and his intuition was not a good person.

A pair of blue eyes glowed quietly in the moonlight, staring at the old monk's every move. Secretly lucky, true qi is all over the body, and the whole body is on guard.

At this moment, I heard a "bang" sound under the hall, the window lattice was broken, and the sawdust was flying.

A figure rushed out of the window, it was the old monk who had received internal injuries.

Master Yuehua hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the old monk.

Only then did Jingkong look up at the roof, and he was suddenly stunned, his eyes slowly widened, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Uncle Shi?!"

In the moonlight, the strange old monk turned his head and looked down below, his eyes without joy or sorrow.

"Uncle Shi, it's really you! You ......"

At this time, Heyangzi, who was closest to the old monk, was also shocked, his brain was excited, and he exclaimed: "Master Yideng? It's you?! ”

"Didn't you die twenty years ago? How did you live again? How is this possible? ”

When Heyangzi's words spread below, Daoist Guo of Yaoshan, Xuanyuzi of Jindoumen and others were all taken aback, and everyone stared at the old monk on the roof in disbelief.

An old monk of a lamp is a legendary figure in Buddhism, 100 years old to cultivate into the body of King Kong, at that time a sensation throughout China, many media reporters have spread it, and the legendary deeds even drifted across the ocean to the West.

At the age of one hundred and twenty, he died in a cave in the cliff of Deadwood Mountain, and was later buried in a clay jar by his disciples, and charcoal, firewood and grass were added around the body, sealed and placed for seven days, and seven days later a tomb tower was built with bricks and stones.

Now that it has been more than 30 years, everyone knows that this old monk has already ascended to Elysium, and suddenly, he appeared in the world, which frightened everyone.

The old monk smiled and did not speak, looked up at the bright moon in the heart of the sky, raised his palm, and turned his hand back to the moonlight.

The palm of the hand is as white as jade, transparent as water, and the white bones are clearly visible inside.

"Shhh White Bone View? ”

"You actually cultivated the White Bone Temple?"

When these words spread below, everyone was agitated, and everyone was shocked and inexplicable, could it be that the Buddha Gate was going to appear as a living Buddha this time? This is no less than an earthquake of magnitude 8.

Buddhism and Buddhism practice methods can be summed up as ten thoughts, reciting the Buddha, reciting the Dharma, reciting the Sangha, reciting the precepts, reciting the almsgiving, reciting the heavens, reciting the An, reciting the body, reciting rest, and reciting death.

In the cliff cave of his meditation room, there is often a capital "death" word, and the portrait is my Buddha Rulai stepping on the white bones, which is called: the view of white bones.

To cultivate the concept of white bones, we must cultivate the concept of death. The concept of meditation on death is in the same vein as the Taoist theory that "if you want people not to die, unless you die".

The meaning is very simple, that is, if the human heart, the thoughts and delusions of human desires are beaten to death, the immeasurable light of life and death will appear.

The Pure Sky Monk had already stood up and folded his hands, respectfully.

But the mind was tumbling non-stop, after the death of the master uncle, the Dharma body and the monk in the door were buried in the back mountain Tallinn.

There was no vision in the first ten years, and in the second decade, the trees and flowers on the tomb tower mountain began to zero early, and they withered and died one by one, and everyone was puzzled.

During the period, the host also invited forestry experts to come over to conduct a survey of soil and water pests, but unfortunately there was no problem, and it was not possible to find out the problem.

In another ten years, all the trees and flowers in the entire tomb tower mountain have already died, and the birds and beasts have become extinct, and it has completely become a mountain of dead wood.

Everyone was amazed, but they didn't know why.

Now that I think about it carefully, I'm afraid it is inseparable from my uncle and ancestor!

The mage put down his palm, closed his eyes, and took a sharp breath, and the aura "whirring" imprisoned in the "Spirit Gathering Array" in the hall was sucked out, and it was sucked down the old monk's mouth and nose like a whale swallowing a cow's drink.

The old monk's skin and flesh swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Heyangzi's brows were furrowed, and he shouted: "Stop!" Master Yilan, I respect you as a senior, but you can't devour the aura here! ”

I was invited by Liu Yiming to sit in the hall, but I didn't just take advantage and didn't work, although my strength may not be as good as that of the old monk, but the cultivator has his own arrogant bones, so I have to give it a try!

The old monk didn't look at him and continued to devour.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Heyangzi stopped talking nonsense, and pulled out the black sword on his back with a "swish", and the true qi poured in, and the robe bulged.

The toes tapped on Daiwa, flew up, and slashed the old monk with a sword.

"Slay the dragon!"

The sword aura is like a rainbow, and the "stab" tears through the void with a "stab", and the momentum is like thunder, and the wind and clouds are turbulent.

The monk snorted coldly, and casually leaned out an arm grid, and under the operation of true qi, a hazy halo appeared on the arm that was as white as jade.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared intently, the outside world said that once they cultivated to the White Bone Realm, the three thousand years of physical body would be indestructible and indestructible, I don't know if it was true or not, it was about to be witnessed, and no one wanted to miss this grand scene!

Heyangzi was angry when he saw it, so I want to see if your bones are hard, or if my sword is powerful.

"Bang" There was a sound of gold and stone, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword qi slashed across the monk's arm, leaving a white mark in vain, and it did not cause any damage.

"Wow"

Everyone below exclaimed, their eyes were about to pop out, and they were all panting.

"What a powerful White Bone Realm! Even the sword qi that is indestructible can be blocked! ”

"Hiss"

Heyangzi gasped, his blue eyes were staring, and his face was gloomy like water.

After the old monk did not fight back, he continued to devour the aura below, looking very greedy, as if he had been hungry for hundreds of years.

"I don't believe it! You must have a weakness! ”

"Nine Escapes!"

Heyangzi decisively cast a secret method, and as soon as his voice fell, his figure disappeared out of thin air.

The old monk said "um", took a sharp breath, his thin chest bulged like a toad, and his arms were crossed in front of his chest.

He shouted violently, "All laws are empty!" ”

As soon as the words fell, an invisible aura centered on the old monk's body and shot out in a radial shape.

The void on the periphery of the body shook, and circles of ripples appeared.

Even Yaoshan, Guo Daochang and others, who were more than ten meters away, felt a strong wind like a blade rushing towards them, and they retreated again and again in a panic to dodge.

A slight cracking sound of "pop" in the air, a few meters away, Heyangzi "wow" spit out a mouthful of blue blood, and just when he was about to dodge, he heard an old monk shouting: "King Kong subdued the clutches of the devil!" ”

"Bang" A palm print rushed and hit Heyangzi's chest directly.

Tsuruyoko was invincible, screaming, smashing through the roof like a kite with a broken string, and falling down.

Everyone exclaimed again, and the Monk of the Clear Sky and Master Yuehua couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw each other, and they all laughed.

"Kunlun Shuangyang" You also have today, and you have finally avenged the grudge of my Buddhism."

After hitting people with one light, they were indifferent and continued to devour without distraction, and the others watched, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to stop them.

After a while, the old monk stopped swallowing and slowly closed his mouth, and the original skin and bones appeared rounded.

Then, without greeting them, he glanced up in the direction of the Golden Mansion Villa, and it was obvious that the aura there attracted him more.

The figure shook, "whew", and when he reappeared, he was already a few feet away, and in a few breaths, he disappeared into the vast night.

Seeing this at this moment, the Xuanyuzi of the Golden Dou Gate saw this, his eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and with a "swish" sound, he led the disciples to rush into the hall.

The mouth impatiently commanded: "Hurry, hurry! Pry out the formation stones for me and take them all away! ”