Chapter 191: The Demon of the Past and the Saint Today

The arrows shot from the depths of the dense forest seemed to be endless, half a moon was at a loss, Thunderstorm was nameless in his heart, grandma's, a large group of masters could still be trapped here, when he used not many brain cells to think about countermeasures, he accidentally saw his own shadow, although he hadn't figured out a way yet, but Thunderstorm realized that this shadow was definitely useful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Zi carried a pair of hard bows with him, but he didn't even have a chance to shoot the enemy with his head out, he was lying on the ground with the hard bow in his hands all the time, and he also seemed a little uncomplacent, "Fat man, think of a way, the sun is almost in the west, do we have to be dragged by them until dark?" ’。

Thunderstorm finally grasped the fleeting inspiration in his mind, which was the sun, and they had only spent less than half an hour here, and the sun was shining on their faces, and the killers in the forest seemed to have taken this into account, and they were in the same direction where the sun was coming from.

Thunderstorm screamed twice, so that everyone else looked at him, after making a few gestures, he took out a brass ancient mirror from his arms, everyone is a lively person, now only because the situation is urgent, I can't think of a way, as soon as I see the mirror, I know the plan of the thunderstorm, Yang Zi put away a hard bow and took out a large machete, and the whole person can rush out to hunt at any time like a hidden leopard.

Weighing the thunderstorm of the brass ancient mirror, hehe chuckled and ran to refine the qi, several wisps of meager green smoke rose from the mirror surface of the ancient mirror, the green smoke condensed but did not disperse on the edge of the mirror, and the brass ancient mirror was larger in the blink of an eye, and the output of the thunderstorm refining gas did not stop, and the green smoke came out of the mirror surface again and again, transforming the copper mirror, and after a few breaths, the brass ancient mirror was already one meter square.

Thunderstorm slowly put the black ruler on the ground, and after a few deep breaths, he quickly got up and blocked the huge brass ancient mirror in front of him, and the sunlight reflected through the mirror into the dense forest, and the archers who were concentrating on archery all blocked their eyes and exclaimed.

There was only one chance, Mo San, Banyue, Yang Zi, Ku Zihao, and Ximen Blowing all turned into whirlwinds and rushed into the crowd of Sen Lili, and the anger that was shot by the arrow just now and couldn't even lift their heads was vented in an instant.

The fat man pulled out a Miao knife and didn't look for anyone else, but fought with Jia Miao, Jia Miao held two strange-shaped weapons, at first glance it looked like two short sticks with the length of arms, but in fact, one end was a sharp spear tip, and the other was a fist-sized solid round hammer.

Jia Miao didn't know how far Miao Wujiang and Hanye had fought before, and was swept under the ribs by Half Moon with a knife under his distraction, Half Moon was expressionless, and Miao Dao broke through the wind and slashed at Jia Miao.

Jia Miao was forced to fight, the two short sticks attacked up and down, and Banyue brandished a Miao knife and the two fought vividly.

At this time, in the cold night, he could only take the posture of a wild horse with a mane to restore the consumed qi refining, because Miao Wujiang and the monk were fighting in spring and summer, he did not dare to continue to restore the qi refining at a deep level, so he could only watch the battle between the two while recovering like now.

Miao Wujiang refining qi is not without consumption, and after a hard fight with the cold night, he fought with this mysterious monk, this monk refining qi is strong, and his strength is profound, I am afraid that he is on par with himself at the peak, and this battle cannot be fought.

He wanted to retreat, but this monk followed closely like a dogskin plaster, and when the Zen staff was waved, the sound of the wind was non-stop, and Miao Wujiang scolded: "The shameless monk will only take advantage of the danger of others, and when I recover, we will do it with real knives and guns."

The spring and summer Zen staff played more fiercely, 'the donor killed too much, the little monk did not dare to let the donor make a mistake again and again, and today the little monk will destroy the donor's magic for the way of heaven'.

Miao Wujiang's two tiger claws pounced on Chunxia, and there was still fishy saliva left on the side of his mouth, 'That Lao Tzu will go to the west with you'.

Chunxia didn't dare to underestimate Miao Wujiang's moves, sat on the horse with a deep waist and parried with both hands across the Zen staff, the moment the tiger's claws were blocked by the Zen staff, the sharp nails popped out and buckled the Zen staff, Chunxia dragged it several times in vain, Miao Wujiang laughed wildly, the scorpion tail behind him was thrown over from the side, Chunxia had no choice but to abandon the Zen staff and retreat, trying to shrink his body to avoid the attack.

Miao Wujiang threw off the Zen staff and wanted to say something cruel to shake the field, but the three patterns on his face slowly dissipated like melting snow, the beast breath from Miao Wujiang's body faded, the scorpion tail retracted into his body little by little, the two beast heads on his chest closed their eyes tightly, and the turtle shells behind them looked a little old and weak.

Chun Xia's hands and chest are solemn, two beams of golden brilliance shoot out in his eyes, his right hand is slowly stretched out, his thumb and index finger are pinched into a circle, and the rest of his fingers are opened at will, and his mouth whispers 'Sifang Flower Print'.

As Chunxia's right hand stretched out, Miao Wujiang's pupils slowly contracted, and before he could resist any countermeasures, it was as if he had been hit by a train, spurting out a mouthful of blood like a kite with a broken string retreating, and then retreating as if someone had pushed him from the back, followed by a left flutter, then a right flutter, after returning to the same place, Miao Wujiang's eyes were dilated, and he fell to the ground after squirting blood again, and there were still a lot of internal organ fragments at the corners of his mouth.

Chunxia took away the handprint, walked to the side of the Zen staff, bent down and picked up the Zen staff, came to Miao Wujiang's side, probed his snort, and felt that he was still saved, so he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

The refining qi in the cold night body has just recovered less than two percent, and he ended his breathing, he witnessed the spring and summer quartet flower seal defeat Miao Wujiang, and the spring and summer gave Dan to spare his life, his mind unconsciously recalled the words of the Ice Emperor when he first saw the spring and summer, 'Since ancient times, the owner of the meridian Zen staff is either a great sage or a big demon', so will a person be both a sage and a demon, is it possible that this spring and summer is the twin brother of autumn and winter? The plot won't be so bloody!

After Chun Xia briefly dealt with the injuries on Miao Wujiang's body, he walked to the side of the cold night, first bowed his head and recited a Buddha horn and said, "Amitabha, dare to ask the donor if he knows the little monk?" Otherwise, why does the little monk feel that the donor is somewhat familiar? ’。

Han Ye arched his hand and replied, "Thank you master for saving your life, it should be the first time you meet with the master in Xia, let me deal with private matters in Xia", Han Ye walked over to Miao Wujiang after speaking, even if Miao Wujiang was angry, he still couldn't suppress the killing intent in Han Ye's body.

Chun Xia hurriedly stopped and said, "Donor, please listen to the little monk, when is the time to retribution, take a step back to open the sky, it is better for the donor to let go of this donor on the face of the little monk."

I squatted down in the middle of the cold night, "I don't want to do anything desperately, but he is against me everywhere, let him live today, tomorrow he will come back to hurt my loved ones, such a person should be killed to make me feel at ease."

Chun Xia took a few steps forward and said, "The donor believes that there is still great love in the world, if he is lost and knows that he has returned, isn't it vain for the donor to kill him!" The little monk can't sit idly by'.

Han Ye weighed the refining qi in his body, knowing that with his current strength, let alone patting horses, patting phoenixes can't catch up with spring and summer, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, Han Ye patted Miao Wujiang's shoulder with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said sourly, "Since this is the case, I will let go of this big villain, but the sword has no eyes on the road in the future, I hope you can live well", and the rest of the cold night said to himself in his heart, "But I know that it is no longer possible".

I got up on a cold night and asked sincerely, 'I admire the holy monk as a human being, I don't know what the holy monk plans next'.

Chun Xia thought that he had persuaded the cold night, and said with a smile on his face, "The holy monk doesn't dare to be, the little monk is here to experience the red dust this time, and the monks are all over the world, the little monk just wants to walk around casually and experience the various states of all beings, if he can use this to kill the demon obstacles in his heart, it would be better."

Han Ye nodded, he finally had a simple understanding of this spring and summer, if Han Ye was not mistaken, the two consciousnesses of spring and summer and autumn and winter lived together in the body of this monk, Qiu Dong knew the existence of spring and summer, otherwise he would not have fled without a fight that day, and Spring and Summer should not know Qiu and Dong, he thought it was a demon.

"I wonder if the holy monk can help me in the next favor," Han Ye asked heartily as if he realized something.

Chun Xia thought he wanted to pull himself in! Reciting the Buddha's name and refusing to say, 'Amitabha, the little monk is just helping the donor today, the path of the donor is different from the path of the little monk, and the little monk is not willing to hurt people's lives'.

Han Ye laughed out loud, 'The holy monk misunderstood', and then Han Ye told the story of the small village at the foot of Sanyuan Mountain, and finally said, 'I think that people with faith can live better, so I want to ask the holy monk to rest there for a few days, and wait until everyone there can have faith in their hearts, and then the master will travel to Hongchen, which can be regarded as a good deed'.

'Amitabha', it seems that spring and summer love to talk about the Buddha, 'if so, the little monk is willing to go'.

During the conversation between the two, Mo San and the others followed the voice, and the cold night introduced the two parties, and after the thunderstorm saw that Miao Wujiang was still breathing, he wanted to shoot him into a pulp with a foot, and without waiting for spring and summer to stop him, Han Ye stood in front of spring and summer and said, 'Old Lei slows down'.

Not only did the thunderstorm stop, but Mo San and the others also looked at the cold night in puzzlement, although they didn't know why Miao Wujiang appeared here, but in their eyes, Miao Wujiang should have been a dead man a long time ago.

The cold night turned his back to Chunxia and squeezed his eyebrows for a while, "I have been influenced by the holy monk just now, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, even if we have some hatred with him, we don't have to kill him, let him fend for himself."

Except for spring and summer, everyone understands the meaning conveyed by the eyes of the cold night, and there is no need to do it, this Miao Wujiang will definitely die.

The fat man put away the knife and asked, 'We should go back too'.

Cold Night shook his head slowly, "You guys go back first, now is my chance to break through, I don't want to miss this opportunity."

Yang Zi's face was stained with a lot of blood, he hid behind people and wiped the blood on his face, and after listening, he asked urgently, "But the injuries on your body."

Han Ye waved his arm and interrupted disapprovingly, "The injury is fine, besides, I will be fine with the holy monk."

Since Storm Thunder broke the deadlock just now, he likes to use his brainpower, at this time he is like the leader of the crowd and said coquettishly, "Needless to say, what Ah Ye said is right, so I and Fusang stay to take care of Ah Ye, you better go back early."

Han Ye nodded at Mo San and the fat man, and the two agreed, Han Ye was afraid of the little confusion, so he told the fat man and said, "Fat brother, remember not to tell the little confusion what we are doing here, lest she worry, just say that I went out to find an opportunity to break through."

The fat man nodded and said, 'I know it in my heart', and after glancing at Chunxia, he whispered, 'Ah Ye, you have to be careful, I always feel that the monk is not simple, and the soul power in the body is mixed, not as pure as ours'.

The fat man knew the problem of spring and summer at a simple glance, so that Han Ye didn't know how many times he sighed that the fat man on the way to the soul refiner did block the light of too many people.

Everyone said goodbye simply, Long Fusang bandaged the wound on the shoulder of the cold night, and then healed him after waiting for a quiet place, and after everyone walked through the time of a cup of tea, Miao Wujiang lying on the ground began to spit out ice mist, which began to freeze from his shoulder, and waited until the ice covered most of his body, and his body began to stir, and finally exploded several times before stopping, and then saw how Miao Wujiang had a complete body.

Han Ye was chatting with Chun Xia on his lips, but in his heart, he asked the Ice Emperor, "How powerful is the combination of ice energy and corpse poison, Miao Wujiang will not be left with a breath."

The Ice Emperor said like answering an idiot's question, "I don't know if it's powerful or not, if Miao Wujiang is really not dead, this emperor will eat **** to show you."

There was nothing to say on the road, after the four of them came to the small village in the cold night, the spring and summer already seemed to be a little cheerful, accompanied by the cold night, the four of them entered the village, and after the cold night appeared, the villagers of the whole village stopped their work and looked at a few people with big eyes.

The noodle stall owner, accompanied by his mother-in-law, glanced at the cold night from a distance on the street, and then trotted to the cold night and knelt down and bowed, 'Meet the cold god!' Meet the God of Cold! He knelt down and other villagers followed suit.

The cold night only felt a magical energy on the head, and after a moment of stunned, he helped up the kneeling crowd with a smile in his eyes, Lang Lang said, "Bullshit fairy, we have to rely on ourselves to live here, I want to stay here for a few days, is there a suitable place?" ’。

The stall owner shouted 'Go to my house!' Go to my house! I've just built two big houses, enough to live in'.

In the laughter of the villagers, Han Ye nodded, pointed to Chunxia and introduced, "This is Master Chunxia, a high-ranking monk, during this time, he will teach you some superficial kung fu and advanced Buddhist principles, all I can do is this, and the future road will depend on you to walk on your own."

'Thank you, thank you, thank you'.

Smiling in the cold night, accompanied by the owner of the noodle stall, he walked to the two new houses, and in the spring and summer, he sat cross-legged and preached the Dharma, and at first the villagers could not understand the great truth, and then the villagers used the words of the villagers to talk about the Dharma, and the villagers listened to it with relish.

After the noodle stall owner settled the cold night and waited for others, he hurriedly ran to listen to the Dharma, and the cold night took care of himself, exposing the hideous wounds, and smiled and said to the thunderstorm, "I'm so hungry, Lao Lei went to the mountains to hunt some game to eat, and beat more, so that the villagers can also improve their food."

Thunderstorm swore and said, 'Okay'.

Long Fusang's hands were pregnant with green light, and he slowly buckled the wound of Han Ye, who immediately felt that the wound on his shoulder was itchy, and felt that there was nothing to do anyway, so it was better to tell Long Fusang some things in advance.

"Fusang, I think it's necessary for me to talk to you, we should have a conversation with the dragon tooth and the dragon family."