When the meditation was settled, the night was already deep, the wind was rushing, Zhang Xi and Hei Yu came as promised, did not knock on the door in a hurry, just waited quietly.

He turned around and closed the door, but the wind-blown gravel fell into the threshold, and he didn't know it, thinking it was the wind, so he closed it and plugged it in. led the way in front, and did not dare to go in a hurry along the way, dragging his steps.

The pervasive water demon, from the gap between the door and the sill, is like a trickle of water, slowly squeezing in and flowing in the temple.

At one point, there was a thunderous roar, which made the water demon stand still, and he retreated in terror, pressing the other demons.

Swiftly, he followed the footsteps of empty regret unhurriedly, followed him around the covered bridge, turned the coffin, spun the mechanism, went down the ice cave, shivered from the cold, and if he did not retreat, he was frozen in ice.

Hongqi lay peacefully on the bed made of thousands of years of ice, although her skin was no longer ruddy, but it was still like when she was alive, a few branches of white bamboo floe were born, and the pale yellow brittle bamboo shoots were plated with ice crystals, and the seeds floated and swam around her.

Kong regret painfully touched the ice curtain, looked at Hongqi, left the six roots of Qingjing behind, and wet her eyes for her.

"How can this ice curtain be opened?" Zhang Xi touched it, and his hand could gently press a nest, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't penetrate it, he took off his palm, examined it carefully, and said strangely: "What's the matter?"

Hei Yu put down the wine bottle and said to him: "Your body has the aura of the Emperor of Heaven, and you can also perceive the ice cave created by the Buddha, but you are not the Emperor of Heaven after all, so you can't open it." ”

"What should I do then?" Zhang Xi looked at the empty regret.

"I don't know......" Empty regret sat weakly on the ground, his hands supporting his weak body, repeating constantly, tears bursting out of his eyes, dripping into the ice cracks, merging into the ice trough, gurgling and flowing like a mirror in the ice.

Suddenly, the ice curtain shattered, and the grains turned into water, forming a clear mat, holding the red qi in the air, soaking in the water, and soaking in the essence of the water.

Empty regret hurriedly rushed in, because he had been paralyzed for a long time, it seemed to be crawling.

He was beside Hongqi's body, almost brushing his face with his hand, and several times he stopped, standing stupidly, snorting.

Zhang Xi and Hei Yu walked over, and were deeply moved by Hongqi's Chu Chu and admired for a long time.

"Daxian, save her!" empty regret knelt down helplessly, and picked up Zhang Xi's clothes, but he hesitated, because he knew that saving Hongqi would not only lose his strength, but also lose his life, and remember that when the Emperor of Heaven possessed his body, he said to him: "Your skill is exclusively for me to practice, and I will not be harmed by the scourge, and you must not use it rashly, otherwise I will consume your remaining strength, and you will run out of oil when I come back!"

Hei Yu put down the gourd, looked at his eyes, and didn't say a word, his thoughts, Hei Yu knew it.

Empty regret grabbed Hei Yu's sleeve again, and eagerly asked him to cast a spell to save his life, but Hei Yu said: "I am the ghost of the world, if I do it, she will become me!"

"Then please Shangxian please Master Zhang Xi to save him quickly!" "Kong Cheng shook Hei Yu's trouser legs and clothes, sat on the ground again, and solemnly said the two immortals' temporary words: "Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, since the great immortals are rushing to save their lives, why are they close at hand, but they don't move forward?"

Zhang Xi sighed again and again, walking alone, empty regret was still calling him, and was persuaded by Hei Yu: "Master empty regret, ...... be peaceful"

"How do you tell me to be at ease...... "Empty regret threw away his restraints, and his voice tore through his heart, "Hong'er died for me, but I can't save her, I'm really useless!" he said, smashing his fist into the ice lump, shattering the ice stones, and the sharp ice slag cut through the skin, and the blood flowed for a long time.

Zhang Xi turned around, a smile spread on the corner of his mouth, and he said categorically: "Okay, I'll help you!"

Although Hei Yu nodded, he was a little sad and said seriously: "You have to think about it." ”

"If you can save an infatuation, if you die in the future, you will be rewarded for meritorious deeds, which can be regarded as a merit. Zhang Xi laughed, he carefully took out the soul pill, submerged in the water, rubbed it hard in the air, the soul pill bounced wantonly, after it was quiet, it slowly melted, he rubbed his five fingers away, and slid hard to both sides, the soul water cheered, with the gesture, it flowed gurgling beside Hongqi. He pushed hard, and the soul water soaked, wetting the placket of his clothes and dripping his skin.

There is always some restless soul water, running and bouncing elsewhere, Zhang Xi rises and falls beside Hongqi, fights with the flexible and slippery soul water, catches one, but it changes its body shape and walks away silently from its fingertips, Zhang Xi finally threw himself into the water, changed the shape of his hands, increased his power, and the irritable soul water quickly merged into Hongqi's body.

"Why are these cold waters so uneasy?" said to himself as he looked at the crumbling water in the ice cave. Hei Yu replied to him: "Because the water is dyed with the soul of the red fairy, it is more spiritual." ”

Seeing the ruddy flushing, the ice cubes were one after another, and the soul water gradually disappeared, but the white bamboo that guarded the red rhy, but the long and flexible bamboo branches firmly entangled her body, and the bamboo shoot skin fell and sprinkled ice dust. A branch of bamboo, patted, Zhang Xi jumped, stepped on the plain branch, stepped on the thin strip, countless white branches, one and a half moves, tired of running, Zhang Xi fell to the ground, the thick branch whipped the ground again and again, Zhang Xi rolled agilely, and avoided carefully. Suddenly, a branch struck, strangled his neck, lifted it into the air, and the bamboo branch was ready to move. The pale green bamboo leaves fell off the branches, and were swept away by the small branches, and wrapped around in a circle, slowly wrapping Zhang Xi.

"Oh no!" Hei Yu sighed, leaped in the air, and kicked the bamboo waist. The branches trembled, the bamboo leaves fluttered, the red rage was shaking, Hei Yu hurriedly broke the bamboo wrapped around him, a chaotic bamboo split, Hei Yu was in a hurry to dodge, forgot the falling red rhi, fortunately, Zhang Xi, who fell to the ground, rushed over and opened his arms to him.

"Let's go!" Hei Yu shouted.

The sound of crackling, starting from the white bamboo, shuttles through the ice cave. The white bamboo folded in the middle, the moraine fell, and a large ice brick collapsed, collapsing the entire ice cave, and the three of them supported each other and ran in the slowly crumbling ice track.

"This white bamboo is broken, why did the hole in the ground collapse?"

"Because the white bamboo is the heart of the ice cave. ”

"The ice cave is not a living thing, how can it have a heart?"

"Why isn't it a living thing? Isn't this white bamboo a living thing?"

"Deadly ......"

"It is sensed by the Heavenly Emperor's heavenly might, breeds mana, can envelop all things, and freeze into plastic. ”

Zhang Xi and Hei Yu's questions and answers caused empty regret to be impatient: "Oh, if you don't run, what nonsense!"

Zhang Xi turned around, rushed to the cold air, and quickly fled. At the straw mat at the exit, Zhang Xi knelt down on both knees, but still tried hard to hold Hongqi on the ground, not letting her suffer a little injury, sweat beads like water, from the forehead and nose one after another, the crown was not right, messy and exposed hair, but it just blocked the haggard.

The two of them hurriedly helped him up, but he was soft, involuntarily paralyzed, and anxious; he squatted in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand, and took the red wolf, with a look of regret. Zhang Xi was still kneeling, listless, a few strands of hair fell, he spread his palms and took it, black turned white, he straightened up like crazy, but his legs trembled, fell again, grabbed a handful of hair, and it was pale again. Hei Yu looked at this, his heart was confused, he spread his drooping arms, and shouted, "Ahhh

Zhang Xi opened his lips, but he couldn't make a sound for a while, he was so anxious that he kicked his feet, Hei Yu squatted down, held his palm, and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, you work too hard, it's difficult to adjust for a while, just rest for a while." ”

But he knew that it must have been the Emperor of Heaven who took his essence and received too many exercises in order to protect himself. Hei Yu rarely wept, and with difficulty set up Zhang Xi, and said: "When the matter is done, this will go back to the secluded realm of destruction, you can take care of it!"

As he spoke, Guli's strange voice resounded in all directions, the monks were noisy, and the warrior monks were nervous.

The demon made of water was together, slid empty repentance, black yu, and a "ah", which caused the abbot to turn his head, stare at the empty repentance of the beauty in his arms, make a confession, and severely reprimanded him: "Empty repentance, you are so bold!"

The unpredictable water demon played tricks on the monk, and with his own slipperyness, he tripped the inattentive monk, fell on the edge of the steps, hit the stone, and wailed in pain. The water demon jumping around, rowing up a water, pinching the middle, sharp as a knife, in the flexible shuttle, the knife killed, one by one monks with thousands of holes, blood and death.

Seeing this, he didn't know why, knelt on the ground, and moved to the abbot's steps step by step, and the water demon teased him along the way, but he didn't care about it, just caring about Hongqi not being injured.

"Look at the demons all over the place, your senior brothers are dying one after another......" The abbot pointed to the courtyard under the high platform and the twisted apprentice, heartbroken.

"I don't know why...... "I regretted the prospect, blood was flying, my heart was like a knife, and he made a painful statement. The abbot snatched the words: "Why? For the sake of this girl, you secretly opened the door, but you attracted this group of devils!"

"But the disciple closed the door of the gods...... "The abbot interrupted him and raised his elegant voice: "The top priority is to retreat from the demon first for the sake of the teacher, and keep the gods in shape!" He summoned a powerful monk and ordered, "Temporarily detain this inferior disciple in the West Wing, you two take good care of it, and don't escape!"

The warrior monk took the order and left, the abbot stroked his white beard, and smiled at Hei Yu: "The temple is not strict, let the immortals laugh!" and called the warrior monks again, and took the immortals to the east wing to rest.

Hei Yu couldn't help it, shook off the warrior monk, and asked the abbot for his life: "The matter started because of the two of us, please don't care about it, and allow me to help fight here." ”

The abbot thought that it was not appropriate, so he let the two of them help them down, looked at the stormy waves crashing on the stones under the high platform, and said proudly to the warrior monks beside him: "When I came to make an edict, I thought that one day the demons would haunt me, and I deliberately raised the temple and wiped the spirit on the steps, looking for a glimmer of hope, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today! It is to suffer my disciples who have not practiced......

"I'll destroy these demons and sacrifice the spirits of your brothers and sisters!"

"Array!" The abbot shouted, and the warrior monks moved in an orderly manner, lined up in an iron wall.

There are water demons who fly up, holding water knives and shouting, and a warrior monk splits a stick horizontally, pouring fire and burning; there are water demons colliding, and the warrior monks chanting mantras and pushing their palms, and the vigorous fire jumps on its face and burns violently; there are water demons running from the ground, either spraying water or dancing knives, and the warrior monks kick, swing their fists, and make sticks, and repel them one by one.

"Scatter!"

The warrior monks are in a row, and the rows are forced to the water demons, and they get off the altar and beat the "flower fist embroidered legs" to the extreme. Turn around and fight fists, turn around and kick legs, sweep thousands of armies, and thousands of armies are destroyed. The water of one place, flowing backwards, was scattered by one trick after another.

"Gather!"

The warrior monks formed a circle, attacked from all sides, competed with fists and feet, the water demon swooped down, a long stick pierced the body, and then swayed, the water splashed wildly; the water demon jumped into the air, hideous and terrifying, was kicked here, hit there with a stick, punched and his face was crooked; a heavy demon was beaten by a layer of tired warrior monks.

"Wai!"

The splashed droplets slowly squirmed, trying to close the other beads that still had a trace of life and get a new life, but they ate a kick and a stick. The warrior monk played in a circle, dividing the demons into a circle, and the impact in all directions, the water demons were overstretched, and there was no chance to fight back, so they collapsed to the ground, and flowed in a murmur.

"Burn!"

The blue-clothed monk carried buckets of oil, splashed them all on the water, threw torches, and listened to the sound of water crying, which was the heart-rending cry of the devil.

The abbot stroked his beard triumphantly and smiled, and he retracted the warrior monk with satisfaction, and closed the door of the inner courtyard, when suddenly, a thick black wind blew through the hollowed-out window, rushed out of the temple, and floated melodiously. The abbot was so angry that he beat his chest: "It's bad, it's bad, it's a trick!"

He tilted his head and fell on the arm of the warrior monk, pointed his fingers at the gate of the temple with trembling slightly, and cried to the ground: "Go to ...... quickly"

The warrior monks jumped onto the beams and roofs to catch the black wind, while the others helped the abbot and gently pushed open the door of the temple.

The spacious inner hall encloses a high pavilion layer by layer, and the portraits of the two ancestors, the three Qings, the four emperors, the five elders, the six divisions, the seven yuan, the eight poles, the nine yao, and the ten are all right; the Buddhas, the Arhats, the Bodhisattvas, the Ten Disciples, the Nineteen Garans, the Twenty-four Heavens, the Four Heavenly Kings, and the Four Great Vajra sit opposite each other.

However, there were mud bodies that fell to the ground, turned over, and shattered, and were in a mess.

The abbot was so broken that he cried and spurted blood, he stumbled and ran, straightened the crooked Bodhisattva, stroked the Dao opening, carefully wiped the dust, picked up the statue of the Arhat with the severed head, and shouted, "It's over...... Finished...... When the immortal Buddha is contaminated with dust, he loses his divinity!"

With that, he folded his hands, knelt in front of the Buddha in the center, and kept saying "forgive sins".

The fight outside the door gradually subsided, the warrior monk held a long stick, fell from the sky, the black wind swirled in, the warrior monk lifted the stick, left and right to start work, but could not parry the demon in the black wind, the poison that popped out of the fingertips, one by one the warrior monks, black faces, turned over and fell. The abbot seemed to rush towards the sky with one hand, hugging one monk and catching the other, and placed it firmly on the ground, listening to them vomit blood and swallow: "Abbot...... We...... Beat...... But ......"

The abbot burst into tears and comforted them: "Don't worry, it's just that I've been poisoned, and I can solve it for the teacher!"

As soon as the words fell, the scorpions pierced their throats and abdomen, burrowed their heads, and screamed fiercely, and pounced on the abbot, who was so frightened that he hid in all directions. The black wind disappeared, and a demon, standing on top of the Buddha's head, used the mana of his fingertips, beating one sculpture after another, and did not forget to laugh at the abbot: "I think you are a master, and you are still watching from afar, it seems that I am too worried, you are vulnerable without the protection of these monks!"

"What kind of demon are you?" the abbot questioned him, standing crooked under the idol.

"You should call me the Demon Lord, I am the master of this Demon Realm!" the Demon Lord laughed maniacally.

The abbot didn't say a word, looking around for doors and windows, but he was closed by the Demon Lord, forced to curl up in the corner, and the Demon Lord laughed happily, destroying the house full of gods and Buddhas. The abbot took advantage of his inattention, quietly stretched out his hand to pull the futon, knelt down reverently, rolled the Buddhist beads, and recited the scriptures. Suddenly, he threw out the Buddha beads, the cloth rope cracked, and the beads made of sandalwood were smashed into powder and fanned away by the Demon King, but soon, the Demon Lord gradually felt physically exhausted, and he was also a little disobedient, so he knocked out the window flowers, and rolled over in the courtyard with his head in his hands, crying bitterly. Outside the house, he threw himself down, stood up, and threw himself down, pointing at the abbot and roaring, "What have you done?"

The abbot stood in the center of the door dignifiedly, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he waved with one hand, saying: "This is the sound of the Buddha, you listen to it more, it will be good for you." Step by step, he walked small and silently, forcing the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord struggled in pain on the ground, retreating again and again, and still baring his teeth and claws to prevent the abbot from approaching. After a while, he collapsed upright, and the abbot was relieved, stroked his beard, and slowly walked towards the Demon Lord, disdainful of his face, raised one palm flatly, brewed a ball of true qi, and sucked up his spirit.

At this time, the door of the hall opened and closed, the fire in the inner hall was extinguished, the abbot urgently withdrew his hand, turned back worriedly, only to feel a gust of wind blowing his clothes, blood flowing, he bowed his head, the demon lord disappeared, ran into the main hall, his palm was full of lights, and what came into view was empty.

If the destruction of the Buddha statue hit him very deeply, then, the Buddha statue disappeared without a trace, which made him feel guilty, the blood spatter, red brightened the court, his legs bent his knees, seven orifices smoked, the abbot immediately lit the acupoint, sealed the manic blood in the body, but his face was red, he took a deep breath, opened the hall, and repented.