Obviously, Xuan Xuzi is a more radical Chinese cultivator than Chen, inheriting the domineering spirit of the Tang Dynasty, and classifying all non-Chinese things as evil demons and barbarian techniques. As soon as www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion saw the situation in front of him, he immediately couldn't help but want to do it.

Fortunately, the dust eyes were quick, and he immediately stopped and said: "Some small things, why bother to break the state of mind." After speaking, he picked up a stone from the ground, his spiritual power was a knife, and among the stone chips, a tiger looking back appeared in Chen's hand. With a gentle wipe of his hand, the originally variegated tiger instantly became as pure as mutton fat white jade.

"Would you like to put the finishing touches on this white tiger?" With a smile, he handed the carved white tiger stone statue to Xuan Xuozi.

"Daoyou is a good means!" As soon as Xuan Xuozi saw the things in Chen's hand, he naturally knew what Chen's was going to do. The white tiger who took over the dust, and I don't know where to take out a brush with dark lines all over the body, shining gold, and lightly touched the tiger's eyes. A faint tiger roar sounded, and the white tiger immediately seemed to come to life. I saw the dust for a while.

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away!

"Go" Lichen took the white tiger and threw it away. The white stone tiger was immediately thrown into the air and flew directly to the west of the mosque. That's the upper reaches of this leyline. Tiger head really faced the side of the mosque, choosing people and devouring them.

Lichen took out a piece of paper talisman and sent it directly to Shi Hu. Completely conceal the breath. Like a tiger in the bush. What mortals can find? Mr. Feng Shui, who has no ability, can't find out. Those who have the ability to see the talisman will naturally know the rules. If there is really a guy who is for money, he dares to do whatever it takes to destroy Shi Hu of the dust, and the dust will naturally know. When the time comes, Lichen will be able to clean up the portal and give the group of people who have forgotten their ancestors an example to take as a warning.

After finishing his work, Lichen directly skipped the terrible temple, and after combing the earth qi veins a little, he pointed to the direction, took off into the air again, and continued to fly towards the west. When they arrived at Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang, Lichen and Xuanxuzi were all sudden. Stopped above the clouds.

"There is still Buddha light here?" Xuan Xuzi was surprised in wonder.

Lichen looked at the surrounding landforms, and only recalled for a long time: "There are Buddha caves here, but they are just buried by quicksand over the years." If you set up a view here, fence this place, and preach ****, I don't know how Buddhism should thank me and others! ”

Xuan Xuozi was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed: "Good idea!" ”

After Xuan Xuzi finished laughing, his face suddenly became solemn, and he said with a few words of loneliness: "In the past, I was thousands of miles away from the Tang Dynasty and the Western Regions, and it was all a Buddha country. In the blink of an eye, they were all swept away by this gale. It's a pity that the Tang Emperor had some ambitions to open up the four poles. But it can't beat Yuyang's drums, and everything is paid to the loess! In the blink of an eye, the light of the Buddha here is no longer there, and it has become a sandalwood place! ”

I didn't answer, but I still understand this old Taoist priest who has seen the prosperity of Datang and has infinite nostalgia for Datang. With the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty back then, and then looking at the Ming Dynasty that has been stopping at Jiayuguan, it is natural to despise the Ming Dynasty very much, and I look down on it.

"Is this meditation thing going to wait for us to come back, or do we stay here for a while?" Lichen asked.

"It's okay to stop, Kunlun is not far away. Doing something meritorious again can be regarded as repaying the grace of the Sanqing patriarch for preaching. If you go to Kunlun Ancestral Land again, you will have a clear conscience. Xuan Xuzi replied.

After discussing with Xuanxuzi, he stopped on this barren sandy mountain.

The Gobi sand dunes have a unique color that cannot be connected with the land of the Central Plains. The dust and Xuanxuzi gather sand into a wall, and the stone is a brick. But half an hour later, a small Taoist temple appeared on the Gobi barren mountain, abrupt and magical.

There is no way to see it, but it is just an empty house. There is no one in the four fields, where does this divine incense come from?

"Are you and I going to preach again?" Xuan Xuozi asked Chen.

After thinking about it, he said: "That's not necessary, the poor Daoist will take a break from the Ming Jingshi, and let them send some Taoist priests to come." I'll give them a chance in vain, if they can't catch it again, what face do they have to call themselves disciples of the Three Qings? After finishing speaking, a white dove appeared out of thin air, straight into the sky and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xuan Xuozi breathed a sigh of relief, preaching Hongfa is indeed not a day's work, and it is naturally excellent to have others to do it for him.

"Since the Taoist friends have found Taoist priests elsewhere, the poor Dao has to give these juniors a big gift. Otherwise, wouldn't you be crushed by you in vain? After Xuan Xuzi finished speaking, he circled around the huge courtyard in the Taoist temple a few times. Suddenly, there was a loud shout: "Hurry! As soon as he stomped his right foot, a clear spring immediately gushed out, and a column of water five or six meters high flashed with colors above the sunlight.

"The earth is cultivated, the five elements are born together, the soil and water are combined, the grass and trees are growing, and the urgency is like the law!" Xuan Xuzi's gift is obviously just a desert spring. With a wave of his right hand, countless golden lights spread, and where the golden light landed, the seedlings of plants and trees took root and sprouted in an instant, growing taller rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a barren hill turned from yellow to green, and a piece of green was full of vitality, as if it had arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.

Seeing this miracle of creation, Lichen also sighed to himself. It's just that it's easy to grow hair, but it's hard to maintain.

"This spring is enough to nourish the whole forest?" Lichen asked, looking at the spring water that was gradually spreading.

"How can the water of the underground Yin River not be enough here?" Xuan Xuzi replied.

Lichen nodded and understood. But in a small town hundreds of miles away, the well suddenly dried up and the spring water cut off. Hundreds of people wept and repented to Allah, praying to the gods not to cut off the water they relied on.

Lichen and Xuanxuzi naturally calculated the cause and effect a hundred miles away, but no one said anything. In the desert, water is the source of life. It can't be overstated. Xuan Xuzi robbed other people's water veins, and naturally let others have no way out, either move away or wait for death.

The two big Hanist villains looked at each other and smiled, and the estrangement between the two seemed to have decreased a lot.

As for the burden of cause and effect, there will be gains and losses. Taoism is not a religion of fraternity. The barbarian people, the sandalwood land naturally does not count. Otherwise, Zhang Tianshi destroyed so many temples back then, how can it be counted?

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. The foot of Mingsha Mountain is not really deserted. At least the sound of camel bells in the distance shows that at least the caravans on the Silk Road have not really been cut off.

Lichen looked at the caravan gradually approaching in the distance, and said to Xuan Xuozi with a smile: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! You and I don't have to worry, isn't this just an incense offering? (To be continued.) )