The night is as cool as water, and everything is silent. The red moon is full of sky, and the clouds are green.

"Mud Bodhisattva, is the red moon unlucky?"

A disciple asked in a low voice about the mud bodhisattva who was sitting under the tree in front of the door listening to Zhao Zhigang's Yue drama "Zhao's Orphan", as a disciple of the mud bodhisattva line, some celestial visions can naturally be seen at a glance.

And today is the opening of the door, not to mention that the previous year itself was not suitable for this kind of thing, plus it was a fishy month. It is said in the astrology that the fishy moon kills the main one, so it is also called killing the moon, and when such a moon appears, it is a great omen, and everything will be very unsmooth.

However, the mud bodhisattva didn't care, leaned back on the chair and drank a sip of strong tea, leisurely spit out hot breath and looked at the sky, and sang the Peking Opera slowly: "King Wen of Zhou visited Jiang Shang Zhou's room and was greatly revitalized, how can Han Zhuge compare to the predecessor's gentleman." I shine the piano in the enemy building when I have nothing to do, and there is a lack of a bosom friend in front of me......"

"Mud Bodhisattva ......"

The disciples didn't think about it, but they felt that his voice was sad and lonely, like the cry of a wild goose crying blood, and like a blood swallow on the edge of a cliff, tactful and sad.

After the mud bodhisattva finished singing, he sighed, looked up at the sky again, and then slowly stood up, tidied up the clean clothes that had just been changed into with the scent of sandalwood, took off the watch on his wrist, put down the phone in his hand, and walked forward with his hands behind his back cleanly.

The disciples who followed him glanced at each other, and no one could guess what he meant, but they could only follow him side by side.

The rest of the village's residents had been evicted three days ago and sent to a hotel in the town, including the old village chief and Ah Ying, who had just returned from winter vacation. Instead, a large number of soldiers and a group of mercenaries who they didn't know but seemed to be quite powerful, as well as disciples of the Immortal Sect roamed the village.

Because of this, the night here seems to be very peaceful, the heavy snow has stopped for three days, but the cold makes the snow linger, and the creaking sound made when walking on it can even give people the illusion of spreading all over the world.

And the mud bodhisattva just carried his hands behind his back, holding a small pocket in his hand, he sprinkled paper money on both sides of the road all the way, and there were words in his mouth, and the disciples behind him naturally listened to it really, and there was only one situation in his impression...... Transcend!

In other words, the mud bodhisattva is transcending people, and as for who is overtaking...... He didn't dare to ask, and I'm afraid that even if he did, the mud bodhisattva wouldn't necessarily tell him, who didn't know what kind of person the mud bodhisattva was.

Following all the way, the mud bodhisattva and his party came to the lake, which is now brightly lit, surrounded by heavily loaded soldiers, and a slightly chubby man in military uniform stood by the lake with a solemn expression.

"I did a lot of calculations, but I didn't expect it to be you in the end." The mud bodhisattva stood opposite Commander Jiang without fear, and looked at him with a contemptuous look: "People live for a lifetime, and in the end, they still do this kind of thing when they are old, I really don't know what to say about you." ”

Commander Jiang's face was ugly, and in the face of the mud bodhisattva's caustic sarcasm, he actually didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand and asked for a moment, signaling that the mud bodhisattva could start.

"No hurry, it's not yet an hour." The Angry Bodhisattva looked at the lake leisurely: "The people who watched the ceremony have not yet arrived, and the last thing I have done for the master is not grand, and I will not be ashamed to face the ancestors and ancestors after I go down." ”

"I didn't intend to ruin anything." Commander Jiang's tone was a little muffled, as if he was trying to compress his voice in his throat: "It's just ......"

The mud bodhisattva didn't even look at him, his hands were behind his back and he looked into the distance, as if the person who was held hostage was not himself but the old man standing beside him.

After a while, the people who were invited by the mud bodhisattva arrived one after another, basically staying here, except for the two big-bellied women, and even the two little girls, Wuwu and Ah Ling, were all present.

Seeing that the people were almost coming, the mud bodhisattva pulled out a jade fan from his waist and shook it in his hand a few times, and walked slowly in the direction of the crowd. And when he passed by Commander Jiang, he said softly, "Let your companions come too." ”

Commander Jiang was stunned, turned his head to look at the back of the mud bodhisattva, and looked at this half-immortal who seemed to be unable to hide anything, and his heart was full of emotion and surprise.

To be honest, Commander Jiang didn't think about the consequences and what he would have to bear, but after all, he was about to run out of oil, and at this stage, the temptation of immortality was too great for him, and this temptation made him have no choice at all. And now that it has come to this point, no matter how shocked it is, there is no turning back, even if it is horrified in my heart, I can only continue to walk.

And at this time, there was nothing to disguise in front of the mud bodhisattva, so he took out the phone and called the guy who always looked like a housekeeper but was actually the supreme patriarch of the Golden Sun family.

After a while, an old man with half of his body buried in the soil walked here with the support of several young people, and the first time Shanova saw him, goosebumps and hairs all stood up all over her body in an instant, and even her hair had exploded!

"Huh? Isn't that who you are? Carefree turned to Shanova and said, "Are you in a gang?" ”

Seeing him appear, Tianji silently glanced at the mud bodhisattva, took a step back, stretched out his hand to block the person behind him, and asked sharply, "Why did you do this!" ”

The mud bodhisattva turned his head to look at the expression of natural two, and then sighed silently: "Let's bet on the destiny of heaven." ”

Tianji frowned and leaned back a little without saying a word, but soon, at least dozens of guns were aimed at her head around her! It's okay if she's Wang Jian, but she's a natural second, although he can accurately calculate the landing point of the bullet and the shooting rules, but she can't dodge so many bullets, after all, bullets don't have many variables like people, and usually the less variables the game, the more difficult it is to break.

Others were still confused, but Tiantian Er already knew what the mud bodhisattva was going to do, and after calming down a little, she turned her head and whispered to the carefree man who was clenching her fists next to her with a resentful face: "Wait a minute, run as soon as you have the opportunity, run with Ah Ling." Be sure to take your sister and peony with you! ”

Carefree for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "What?" ”

"It's too late to explain, you know the current situation."

In fact, on the second day after Wang Jian left, Commander Jiang had already led people to block this place, and machine guns were set up around it to pull up a separation net. Under the control of heavy firepower, martial arts masters are all funny, unless they can't die, and the specific details refer to the plot of Zhao Min in Yitian and Dragon Slayer to get the masters of the six major sects.

After all, in front of the national machine, these so-called martial arts masters are only slightly stronger than ants, unless they can transcend to another realm, such as Wang Sanyi back then or Wang Jian now, of course, Wang Jian can't even do it, if it can, I'm afraid only Wang Sanyi is alone.

Although she didn't have time to explain, but Worry-free had unconditional trust in Natural Er, she would never make a misjudgment, and now that she said such a thing, it must mean that something critical was going to happen, so she didn't ask why, just stood there with Ah Ling and Natural Second back to back in a vigilant posture, cold-eyed at the soldiers around her.

The mud bodhisattva smiled slightly and turned his gaze, faced the old butler, and said with his unique "mastery" smile: "Are you ready?" ”

The old butler stroked away the person holding him and bowed to the mud bodhisattva's chest: "You are my most admired opponent, and you are not on the same level as those children. ”

"Sooner or later, those children will become old people, and the old people will eventually leave, this is the way of heaven. You, this is trying to go against the sky, but it is difficult to disobey the will of heaven. ”

"Sir, I don't want to know what providence is, or I don't need to remind you too much what you should do, do I?"

The mud bodhisattva laughed, and then limped to the Qiankun pestle inserted outside, staggering, with a desolate back, with a kind of unrepentant determination.

"Qiankun pestle Qiankun pestle, if there is no Qiankun, it can only be a pestle." He muttered and fiddled with the pestle: "The world is impermanent, miserable and confused. Everyone in the world sighs that the flowing water feels like falling flowers, but if the flowing water does not pass away and the red flowers do not fall, then it doesn't matter if it's sad and sad, it doesn't matter if it's life and death, it doesn't matter if it's seven emotions and six desires. A lifetime of clear soup with little water, it is a pity to abandon it if it is tasteless. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the pestle, and began to play with it according to the scale above, making a crunch sound in the quiet night.

"Let me ask again, are you ready?" The mud bodhisattva suddenly raised his head, his face was sarcastic, but his tone was hideous: "Sue me, are you ready?" ”

The nine books have been destroyed, and there are nine numbers on them that will not be burned, and after these numbers are combined, you can find the corresponding words on the underwater wall, and then these words will be converted into nine palace numbers, and finally use the nine palace numbers to convert the heavenly and terrestrial branches, and then find the corresponding combination on the key of the Qiankun pestle, which is very complicated......

And now...... Everything is in place, but when this east wind blows, it makes people feel a burst of demonic energy.

"If you don't speak, I'll assume you're ready." The mud bodhisattva was aiming at the sum of all the numbers, and suddenly twisted the pestle vigorously.

At the same time, there was a sound of transmission from the ground, and then the entire lake was full of light, and the twenty-four beads converged after a series of refractions and the pillars of light reached the sky.

Then, the mud bodhisattva knelt on the ground with a puff, looked up to the sky and cried, "Disciple, I'm sorry for the ancestors and ancestors!! ”

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