The white dog in the clouds, the jackdaw was startled, and a figure came, with white hair, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a body of wine, which was undoubtedly the old drunkard. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The gray-clothed old monk sat cross-legged like a dead wood, without looking back, and said lightly: "You have been missing for thirty years, and when you come back this time, you actually have the idea of accepting apprentices, is he your heir?" ”

"Hey, old bald donkey, how's it going?" The old drunkard sat cross-legged in the distance.

"Your vein is amazing, I never thought that after a thousand years, the immeasurable Dao body would reappear in the world." The gray-clothed old monk was expressionless, dancing with long sleeves, protecting the white-robed little novice behind him.

"Oh? It seems that you value your little apprentice very much, knowing that it is an immeasurable Dao body, but you still dare to say that he will be a great enemy one day, is this little monk the reincarnation of the ancient monk Nirvana, or do you find that magic staff? The old drunkard looked at the white-robed little novice with interest and smiled slightly.

"The Chaowu Temple was one of the four holy places back then, although it was destroyed by the emperor, but the incense was not cut off." The gray-clothed old monk folded his hands, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"Rulai?" The old drunkard raised his eyebrows and asked.

"As it comes." The gray-clothed old monk nodded.

The old drunkard restrained his smile, his face was a little solemn, and he looked at the white-robed little novice, and a trace of essence flashed in his cloudy eyes, as if he was a sharp sword across the sky, as if he wanted to see through everything.

"Amitabha." The gray-clothed old monk folded his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, and protected the white-robed little novice behind him: "The Emperor of Great Xia said that there is no invincible inheritance in this world, only the hearts of the invincible. ”

"Great Xia Emperor?" The old drunkard looked deep and shook his head: "That's an outlier, he was just a scoundrel in the market back then, and the mud would be dirty, who would have thought that it could be worth decades, but he had been able to destroy the Holy Land, the world was invincible, and an outlier like him might not have one in ten thousand years." ”

"But he did it, Emperor Great Xia, there may be no one in this world who can reach the realm he was back then." The gray-clothed old monk sighed, even if he had a great enmity against the sect, he couldn't help but show awe of this peerless human flow.

"Master, what is the Immeasurable Dao Body?" The white-robed little novice asked.

"In ancient mythology, there is a great power born, the evolution of the twenty-four heavens, boundless and boundless, carrying hundreds of millions of sentient beings, anyone who recites this name, can get eternal life, after thousands of catastrophes without extinguishing, this is the immeasurable true meaning, this method will be the human body trapped under the pillar of heaven, the real dragon in the boundless abyss, if you want to ascend to the sky, it is necessary to smash the vacuum, break the shackles, once successful, the potential of the physical body is completely released, lawless, boundless and immeasurable." The gray-clothed old monk looked at Qin Hao and shook his head.

"However, the cultivation of this method needs to bear the pain of purgatory, sink into it, and cannot be detached, on the day of success, the heavenly demons attack, the heart is burning, the danger is unimaginable, over the ages, almost no one has succeeded, this young man is not extraordinary, he actually penetrated the twenty-three ancient acupoints, only one step is missing, you can achieve an immeasurable Dao body, but only this one step, is the difference between heaven and earth."

"Oh? Old bald donkey, how about we make a bet? ”

"Bet on him or not?" The gray-clothed old monk asked, and the old drunkard smiled and nodded.

"The immeasurable Dao body, it also shined back then, blocking the rise of the Great Xia Emperor, but unfortunately, if you want to cultivate this method, it is too difficult, the suffering of purgatory, the calamity of the demons in the heart, ......" The gray-clothed old monk shook his head, even if it is a peerless asset, but if you want to cultivate the immeasurable Dao body, there is a one-in-ten-thousandth chance of cultivating the immeasurable Dao body.

"Old drunkard, what are you gambling on?"

"If I lose, this half pot of Jiuyuan Jiufu wine is yours." The old drunkard took off the gourd from his waist and shook it.

"Nine Sources and Nine Runes?" The gray-clothed old monk was slightly moved: "The nine sources and nine runes of wine brewed by three generations of ancestors. ”

"Hehe, so you remember."

"You are so reckless, I'm afraid that the plot is not small, if I lose, what do you need to pay?" The gray-clothed old monk glanced deeply at the old drunkard and said.

"Exquisite Buddha bones."

The gray-clothed old monk's eyes twitched, and he immediately said lightly: "I took this gamble." ”

Roar.

Suddenly, Qin Hao, who was sitting still, suddenly let out a roar, three thousand green silks stood upside down, his eyebrows were hideous, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was full of anger, like Shura.

"Hmph, there are many demons in my heart, the catastrophe is coming, the old drunkard, you little apprentice is going to die." The gray-clothed old monk said expressionlessly.

The old drunkard was silent and watched quietly.

At this moment, Qin Hao's condition was very special, the blood in his whole body was constantly heating up, his body was beginning to collapse under the oppression of the heavy armor, his already chaotic thoughts gradually could not be condensed, and scenes flashed in his mind.

"I am defeated, I can die, but I only want to spare my child."

A man was covered in blood, his body fell suddenly, as powerful as Qin Zichuan was defeated in the hands of those people, but he could have fled desperately, but he chose to give up, knelt at the feet of those people, and shouted such words under the indifferent gaze.

"Ah......h

Qin Zichuan was covered in blood, and fell in front of Qin Hao, who was still young, the scream was heartbreaking, the muscles and veins of his whole body were broken, his limbs were ruthlessly crushed, and the cultivation that had been conquering the world in the past was abolished, and he became a pitiful worm.

"With such strength, you still dare to be presumptuous in front of us? I don't know what to do. A young man was condescending, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, ruthlessly picking off Qin Zichuan's tendons, his eyes were arrogant and cold, and he had a natural sense of superiority, as if he was looking at livestock, looking directly at their father and son.

"Mortal strength, what a wretched pair."

A man in a fancy costume next to him laughed, kicked the unconscious Qin Zichuan out of the air, and fell heavily to the ground, and then a group of black-armored knights came over, took chains, tied them up, treated them like animals, and threw them into the prisoner cart made of gold and steel.

The young Qin Hao curled up in a ball, screaming and crying weakly, and those people, who were so high up that they didn't even bother to look at him, walked by coldly, with a relaxed pleasure in their eyes.

The faces of those people became distorted and hideous, like evil spirits crawling out of the depths of hell.

"Die, damn, you all deserve to die."

Qin Hao roared, the scene in front of him gradually became shattered, and a ball of light rose up, it was a flame, red like magma, rolling hot, as if it was going to burn everything, he felt unbearable pain.

In purgatory, he turned into a Shura, killed all his enemies, and even died.

Kill Kill Kill Kill ......

Qin Hao fell into a frenzy, his roar moved the sky, like a fierce beast wailing, tearing his heart and lungs, the blood in his whole body was bubbling and boiling, filling his skin, turning it into a light red, scarlet blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and he really looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"If you want to kill the demon in your heart, you must see the demon first, old drunkard, you little apprentice is so heavy."

The gray-clothed old monk shook his head and sighed, Qin Hao's heart was too heavy, and it actually caused the blood in his whole body to boil and burn, almost burning himself, such a deep obstacle is not suitable for cultivation at all, and sooner or later he will go mad.

"Don't ask Zen Buddha or immortals, the poor road only cultivates one heart, and the demons of the ten directions enter my belly, and ascend to Da Luotian with you."

The old drunkard was expressionless, sighed lightly, and said a poem.

"Song of the Heart."

The gray-clothed old monk was slightly moved, this song has a great origin, except for the descendants of the old drunkard, no one has ever seen a complete heart refining song.

"The heart is like a mustard seed hidden in Sumeru, and the heart is like a glass seal of the sun and the moon......"

The voice of the old drunkard is like a dusk drum and morning bell, shaking the mountains and fields, reverberating endlessly, above the nine heavens, the sky and the moon, silent, the birds and beasts bow their heads, and ten thousand birds return to the forest, there is a Dafa hidden in this scripture, the gray-clothed old monk listened silently, but the more he went to the back, the more blurred he became, and he couldn't hear it clearly at all, only the mysterious voice was echoing.

Qin Hao was in the copper furnace, his body was pressed by heavy armor, the flames were collapsing, as if he was in Shura Purgatory, and the scene he saw became more and more demonic, the earth was cracked, the karmic fire was full of fire, and the evil ghosts crawled out of the ground, devouring flesh and bones, and devouring everything.

Suddenly, there was a vibration above his head, and the sound rang out, as if the ancient sages were reciting moral chapters, and the demons danced wildly and wailed.

Qin Hao's heart trembled, his eyes cleared up a lot, and he gradually woke up, and the green silk fell, looking at the surrounding scene.

"Vision?"

These scenes are vivid, with karmic fires burning his body, evil spirits gnawing at his flesh and bones, blood splattered and bones scattered.

Qin Hao was shocked, he had also heard that cultivation pays attention to the dual cultivation of life, the integration of inside and outside, the inner demon is the inner calamity, if you want to evolve and transcend, you must not only break the shackles of the physical body, but also break the obstacle of the mental calamity.

"Damn."

Qin Hao's face changed, the feeling was too realistic, the karmic fire burned his body, the evil ghost gnawed on the flesh, this pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and every breath seemed incomparably long to him.

The Heart Demon Tribulation is the most terrifying calamity for monks.

"It's one thing to break through, it's another thing to be able to get out of it, old drunkard, your little apprentice's heart is too strong, even if he has a heart refining song to help him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape from the fire of his heart." The gray-clothed old monk shook his head and sighed.

The old drunkard looked at Qin Hao and said expressionlessly: "If you can't step through this level, you are not worthy of being my disciple." ”

The path of cultivation, against the sky, life and death step by step.

Qin Hao endured great pain, he didn't even have time to think, in the face of the raging karmic fire, and the evil ghosts wailing all over the sky, he was afraid in his heart, but a trace of obsession also arose because of this.

"If I fall here, why should I rescue my father and protect my sister?" Qin Hao gritted his teeth, he roared, and his vision shook.

As if he had crawled out of hell, he stepped out step by step under the bite of those evil spirits, and the karmic fire followed him, burning his body, but he could not dissolve his unshakable will.

"My life is up to me, not to God, all kinds of disasters will come, even if I die, I will not hesitate to do it."

Qin Hao looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly, the scene in front of him gradually shattered, at this moment there was no fear in his heart, no sorrow, like an old monk who had settled down, sitting quietly in the copper furnace, the flames were like sword light bursting, but it was difficult to shake him a bit, his eyebrows gradually stretched, and there was a trace of light released, like a glass jade bead, real and bright.

"Huh?" The gray-clothed old monk looked at the scene in front of him and frowned slightly.