Bu Laodao's hand has been hidden for too long. However, this hand could have directly killed Yang Fan, but because of the two Buddhas and the Dharma of the Zhenwu Emperor, it was not able to achieve the original plan, but this was enough.

The blood-stained rhubarb robe was extraordinarily calm. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, but only for a moment, and after that, he became numb. This was not his Dharma Phase, after resisting most of the energy that Emperor Donghua had burst open, the three Dharma Phases were also extinguished one after another, the internal force was passing, and life was also passing. The palace gate was extremely quiet, and the green forest outside the house sounded the horse and the forbidden army with Li Zicheng, and the three congenitally photogenic old men also started a fierce battle with Bu Laodao. Everything is so indifferent to Yang Fan in a pool of blood. He came to kill someone, but before coming to Luoyang, he mobilized all the forces he could mobilize. He was afraid that he would not be able to kill this old man, so he went to Longhu Mountain, went to Wannian Temple, brought Xiao Nanbei, and brought Qin Wanchu, but the most important thing was the yellow robe.

Yang Fan understands that what Bu Laodao cares about most is not power, nor is it the people of the world, he picked up Li Zicheng, established Dashun, and stole the jade seal of the country, everything is for luck. Especially in talking with him, Yang Fan was even more convinced of his judgment, the big yellow robe on Dragon and Tiger Mountain was the most important thing he wanted to have.

Since this is the key, there must be something important, so Yang Fan is so thoughtful, and wants some people in front of him to help him delay time as much as possible. As the minutes ticked by, Yang Fan moved his fingers and felt the warmth in his chest. If anyone could see it, their jaws would drop in surprise. The withered golden lotus on Yang Fan's chest was enchanted by blood.

Lotus, out of the mud but not stained, pavilion pure planting, straight but not fighting. There is no word for longevity, and it stands after it is broken. At this moment, Yang Fan gradually realized. What is power. The original dantian, although there are four ** in charge, Yang Fan's strength is also advancing by leaps and bounds, but this is not his own after all. The withering of the golden lotus is waiting for the day when it blooms again.

Now that the shackles have been broken, the Immortal Sutra is like a sea wide with a fish leaping, and the sky is high for birds to fly, growing wildly in Yang Fan's body. The golden lines lead from the chest to the abdomen. The internal forces that had originally escaped were all gathered. The nasturtium was even brighter. The big yellow robe became blazing again, and Yang Fan felt his spirit, and at this moment, it was raised to the extreme. He felt it, he felt that the world was so magical. He could even notice that the pot of green leaves in the window, and every cell on it, were getting excited because of his rebirth.

The golden lotus spreads its petals, accompanied by three lotus leaves. Dao Shengyi. One life is two, two is three, and three is everything. In the place of the dantian, it seems that the ocean is unbridled now, and it is extraordinarily vast. The fish frolicking, the waves are long.

Everything has a fixed number, and each has its own place, but the time is only sooner or later.

The battlefield outside the hall has reached a state of stalemate. The five Kwantung bandits adjusted their positions and constantly rushed to kill Li Zicheng's forbidden army. The four old men were also fighting fiercely. The blind old man's robe was ragged, and there was a shocking wound, and several people shot it, leaving no room for it. The Heavenly Master ordered one enemy to gain the upper hand. The three old men who were dying were already a little overwhelmed. Bu Lao Dao's luck has reached its peak. This is his home field, he is fearless, he is fearless, this is heaven and earth. Overweening.

The Heavenly Master ordered him to break free from all restraints and rush to the clouds. Bu Lao Dao was majestic, the thunderclouds in the sky condensed, and he sneered: "It's all over." Wait, you can go back! ”

Eight thunderbolts fell from the sky, and blue-purple thunder and lightning roared like a surging dragon. This is the lightning channeling technique, in an instant, the front of this palace is very stormy, everyone covers their ears, the nasal cavity is bleeding, and the weak ones are even showing blood in the corners of their eyes and ears. The eight people standing in the center of the minefield were even more coercive and unimaginable, which was beyond the scope of manpower.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the yellow sand was long. Bu Lao Dao must be flying and dominate all this.

Is that really the end of it?

The eight people below were locked to the ground, and even moving was an extravagant hope.

Bang!

The sound is like a rock tearing the sky, tearing the eardrum, reaching the ear, making people feel an irresistible force, that is, destruction.

The smoke of gunfire dispersed, and the square was reduced to rubble. The smoke gradually dissipated, and a spear several meters high stood in it, and the rolling thunder also spread to the ground. The catastrophe was temporarily suspended, and a yellow robe stood in the middle, and the holly in his hand was already out of his body.

"You're not bad."

"The afterlife is terrible." A bullet fell in the middle of Bu Lao Dao's hand and fell to the ground, "It's a pity that the chess is one move behind." ”

"That's right, it's a bad move."

The holly knife is like a raptor crossing the river, and it comes out of the world!

……

……

Smack.

A pair of chopsticks reached into the hot pot, and the man picked up the scalded fish fillet and put it in his mouth.

"Uncle, what happened next?"

"yes, Dad. Later, how did you win, tell Dong'er quickly. ”

In the flickering days, nine years have passed, and the two sons of Yang Fan and Ma Peiwen have also pulled out, and the two of them occupy one of Yang Fan's knees, listening to Yang Fan's story with relish.

"Later, ah......" The man laughed and deliberately teased, "Later, the bad uncles all ran away." ”

"Huh?" The two of them had a look of disappointment on their faces, shouldn't the ending be a hearty battle and then defeat the bad guys? The two little guys didn't give up, they insisted on Yang Fan being more specific, and they grabbed Yang Fan's chopsticks, and they all pouted. In the end, he didn't succeed, the two fat hands directly lifted the back collars of the two, and were carried aside, and the fat man rewarded the two little children with the back of the head, and said: "The children's family, today is skipping class again, see that the old gentleman of the academy will not beat you board!" Give me a face to the wall, I'm so angry, I just came to Jinling, and before I heard any fun, I was blocked by the old toad at the door. Hurry up and face me to the wall! ”

Ma Fatzi drank warm wine and said with a smile: "It's all this tiger, and it has brought Dongzi to ruin." ”

Yang Fan ate the fish fillet indifferently and said, "Child, the skin is not good at all." How did the talks go in Guangdong this time? ”

Ma Fatzi unbuttoned his coat, laughed, and said: "It's okay, Zheng Chenggong's kid is much easier than his Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu swept the autumn breeze in Nanyang this time, and in the future, the business of our big business will be dealing with his mother's gringos, happy!" ”

"Cut, look at your virtue, you really got into the eyes of money, opened your mouth for business, closed your mouth for business." Hu Qianqian walked out from behind, and Xu Rong behind her pulled a small one, still holding one in her hand. Wang Su'er next to her snuggled up to Luo Yifei's side, as if she was talking about love, and her little face was blushing.

"Not really. Hey, yes. Yang Zi, tell me quickly, what is the situation in the end, Lao Tzu has asked you for nine years, why are you still hiding it, I helped you hide it from your brother-in-law, and lied to her that you went out to collect the accounts......"

Hu Qianqian grabbed the fat man's ear, was angry, and said angrily: "Okay, you dead fat man still dare to hide from me, lie to Rong'er and say that you collect the account, you are really a good skill!" ”

"Spare your life! Yang Zi save me! ”

"Haha!"

……

In the Jingshi Zongren Mansion, Zhu Cihong took over the position of Zongling from Zhu Qi and became the escort of the Ming Dynasty.

The north and south of the river, the four seas are leveled.

New Year's bells are ringing in various places. The old monk of Wannian Temple hit one hundred and eight melodious bells, and the monk Yizhu put on a robe and kowtowed deeply in front of the Buddha, wishing peace and longevity, and all the people living and working in peace and contentment.

The end is also the starting point. All free arrangement, each with its own home.

(End of book) (To be continued.) )

PS: A few days ago, when I was taking care of Director Tiger's old gun, I heard such comments as soon as I appeared on the stage, and I was very passionate in the front, but it was a bit unfinished in the end, and I didn't have energy. At that time, I was thinking about how the big yellow robe would end, and finally I was entangled repeatedly, so I wrote such a chapter, and it was time to say goodbye. The cold shrimp here in advance to the book friends who see this early year! Wanderers who have not yet returned home, even if they do not return home, remember to make a phone call on Chinese New Year's Eve. Happy New Year to all!

PS: The new book is estimated to be released in some days, you can add a scarf: cold shrimp mec, and send you a ticket when the time comes, haha.