The cold wind howled, cold like a knife, and it blew on the face like a thorn in a thousand needles. Not only is it painful, but it also oppresses people and makes it difficult to breathe. Only by turning his back can he barely catch his breath.

"Patriarch, there are snow-capped mountains in front of you, connected together, and there is no road." A large man dressed in animal skins hurried over, his red skin cracked by the frost and his messy beard tangled together.

"Are the Jiuli tribes going to exterminate us?" The old patriarch's gray beard trembled, and his eyes were red, revealing a bit of despair, "If you are not their slaves, you can only be driven to these places!" Death anyway! ”

Dahan also sighed: "The wizard master was killed by the Jiuli clan, no one can recognize the astrology, we can only walk around." I didn't expect it to come to a dead end. There is not even a bird in this place, and it is estimated that no tribe has traveled this far. ”

The old patriarch looked back at the remaining hundreds of clansmen, and felt sad: "Isn't there any god who can save us?" He rubbed the necklace of animal bones and jade around his neck, hoping to find some solace in it. It was the only relic left behind by a dead wizard.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced through the cold wind and shone on them. Suddenly the warmth was warm, like the three springs, and everyone was much stronger than before.

In the golden light, a god who could not see his face clearly spoke, his voice was as clear as a sweet spring, and majestic as a lion's roar: "Would you like to go to a place where the wind and rain are smooth, and the water and grass are fertile?" ”

"Yes, yes!" The old patriarch hurriedly said, "God is merciful, please save us!" ”

"My Buddha is merciful, as you wish." With a wave of the god's hand, the golden light wrapped up the old patriarch's tribe and sent it thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

When the golden light dissipated, the whole tribe appeared in front of a lush green grassland, with a river flowing by it, and a forested hill in the distance, like a paradise compared to the poor mountains and bad waters before.

The old patriarch had a wooden statue in front of him - he had never seen such a statue of a god, pure, solemn, and compassionate, and the first glance made people feel calm.

"My name, Amitabha." The words of the golden man of God are still in his ears, like a lion's roar, like thunder, like a spring.

……

I sat quietly on the eastern and western borders of the Flood Wilderness, and from time to time a golden light flew into my body and flew out again.

Alas, it's rare to do good deeds as a villain, and it's still a quote to the name of the senior brother.

No way, who called me a "Taoist". It's really strange to say, as the second-in-command of Buddhism, I don't even have a serious Buddha name. There is only one quasi-mention of the title of "Bodhisattva", and it is not often used. I wander around like a Taoist all day long, actually to spread the Dharma, no wonder others don't believe it.

In short, I am sitting here, secretly casting the method of incarnation, and trying to bring the Terrans close to the western part of the desolate country to the west completely. The specific method varies from person to person, anyway, there is no forcible robbery, otherwise it will attract the attention of the Eastern Sages.

For example, some small tribes can't survive because of the difficult environment, and as a result, there are golden gods to guide them to the west.

For example, the tribal shaman divined where to migrate, and finally the crack on the turtle's shell showed "all the way west".

For example, in tribal wars, the losing side fled aimlessly, begging for a place of refuge, and finally ran to the west in a "daze".

……

I'm a saint, and it's also quite hard, fooling mortals to go to the West all day long, and I have to take care of their safety on the road. In the end, these tribes are worshipping the elder brother. It's a thankless task.

Hey? Not good! Why is he here?!

A familiar breath came, and I immediately knew who it was - the protagonist Tianxuan.

But at this time, it was too late to leave. I can perceive him, which means that he can perceive me. The saint has magical powers, and it is coming in a flash.

Sure enough, when I raised my eyes again, I saw the protagonist Tianxuan standing quietly in front of me.

"A young Taoist came out of the air, wearing a golden crown, stepping on clouds, wearing a moon-white robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a gall, a dignified appearance, white clothes are better than snow, and he has a dusty temperament. I saw him carrying a sword in his hand, and he sang:

Chaos never keeps track of years, and Pangu is still in front of Chaos. Three flowers and five qi chest sitting, heaven and earth Xuanhuang Wujizun. The sword of the god is held in his hand, and I am respected in the mixed yuan. What is the reason for the universe to be at ease. ”

I'm dead now.

Why are there so many descriptions of my appearance imprinted in my mind this time? The author is definitely trying to make up the word count, right?

And the Yuebai robe is still white, and it is completely copied from the previous time, and it has not been changed.

Also, What's going on with that poem?

I've lived so long, and I've never seen such a bad poem. The four sentences don't rhyme at all, and they don't even deserve to be used as smooth words. And there are two sentences with the word "respect" at the end, so that it can not rhyme, it is really a kind of magical realm.

An author who can create zào out of the world, why is his writing ability not as good as that of one of the most lame limerick poets in the mortal world.

No, even the children of the girls who sing smoothly in the village are better than him.

This poem is really ...... I don't rhyme when I pronounce it in Sanskrit!

What's even more bizarre is that Tianxuan himself didn't say a word at all, and the so-called "outrageous songs" are all the descriptions imprinted in my mind.

"Quasi-mention fellow Daoist, it's polite." Tianxuan saluted.

"I've seen Tianxuan Daoyou." I put my palms together with one hand.

"Quasi-Ti Daoist friends are not in the West to take blessings, why do you come to our East?" Tianxuan asked straight to the ground.

"Daoyou's words are wrong, this is the junction of East and West, not the East, nor the West." I argued as hard as I could.

"That's it, I won't fight with you about these ......"

Do you want to do it with me again? I don't want to do it with you! I thought to myself, clutching the Seven Treasures Tree in my hand.

“…… Anyway, the people who can go with you are nothing more than some old, weak, sick and disabled, and if you cross them, can you still reproduce a million accounts? He sneered and mocked.

Obviously he was mocking me, how do you feel that the idea of ridicule is not quite right? I always think what's weird, and you don't want to do it with me?

"Zhun Ti, you are barren in the West, then educate your people over there, don't go to the East to fight the autumn wind if you have nothing to do!" Tianxuan's voice suddenly raised, and a familiar classic quotation burst out.

"Daoyou's words are wrong, and there is no distinction between things and fate." I replied according to the previous routine. According to common sense, Tianxuan immediately had to say something like a clever tongue and see the true chapter under his hand, and then start fighting.

But today's protagonist, Tianxuan, doesn't seem to plan to go off the beaten path.

"I have the innate treasure measuring heavenly ruler in my hand, and I also have the twelve-grade Qinglian, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the Zhushen Sword, the Chaos Bead, and the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag. The best magic weapon on your body is the Seven Treasures Tree, right? I have a magic weapon in my hand, which is equivalent to your grade. ”

Oh, do you think fighting is a spell level? Could it be that all your magic weapons are stronger than mine, so I can just admit defeat? It seems that this is indeed the case in this story...... So, why can you win steadily by relying on the high grade of the magic weapon? In this way, the two sects are still fighting, the people on both sides spread out all the magic weapons to compare, and whoever loses directly wipes his neck and commits suicide, saving himself from fighting and being injured.

"What do you want?" If you want to fight, you can fight, I'm ready to be beaten, and you won't stop talking.

"Hahaha, just to remind you, my Mingjiao has received a few good materials and beautiful jade, and I have been worshiped by the emperor, and my luck is booming. I also have the merit of opening the heavens, which is the clock of heaven and earth, so don't be delusional. ”

With that, the protagonist laughs and turns to leave.

…… Turn and leave.

What the hell happened to him today? The style of painting is wrong, huh? I'm a little confused.