"Old bald donkey, you are in the way of the Sprinkle family!" said the ghost in a mouth with only gums and teeth under a pair of hollow eye sockets, and his armor was so rotten that it hung on his body like rotten iron, and mottled white bones could be seen under the standard fur.

The white bones of the ghost general are not withered, on the contrary, in the mottled, there are still drops of white light beating, warm as jade.

As the saying goes: Ten points of practice, three points of flesh, seven points of bones, the ancient legend of the bone to break the life, there is still a lot of basis.

Cultivators on the mountain, whether spiritual or martial arts, in addition to gathering spiritual power and warming the breath, also have a part of the time, they also need to refine their muscles and bones, and in addition to realm discrimination, there is also a jade bone.

It is often said that the lower three grades are like dogs, but it is said that the cultivators of the lower three grades are like iron, although they have some catties and taels, but they are not very valuable; the middle three grades are like gold, and at this step, the bones in the body have been strengthened, and they already have the same color as the golden body in front of the Buddha, and the higher the cultivation, the heavier the gold; the upper three grades are like jade, and the cultivators who enter the realm of the upper three grades are almost half an immortal, and the bones in the body begin to transform into clean and flawless, and when they reach the realm of the second grade avenue, the face and bones are like jade, and the posture of the immortals is not to say.

The old monk looked at the fire in the cave, although he guessed that the evil thing who dared to come to the temple to find fault must not be an idle person, but fortunately, although the ghost general has been transforming into a jade bone, it is conceivable that this person must be a cultivator of the upper three grades in front of him, but the jade is flawed, it can be judged that even if he is in the upper three grades, it is not a particularly high realm in the three grades.

"Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!" the old monk clasped his hands together, and said without waves, he opened his eyes, and there was sympathy in his wise eyes.

"Old bald donkey, the Sprinkle family still respected you monks very much, but now the Buddha in the heart of the Sprinkle family has long fallen, if you don't get out of the way, my ring head knife will drink blood!" The ghost put one hand on the handle of the ring head knife beside him, staring at the white-clothed old monk in front of him, and the killing intent became more and more obvious in his blood-red eyes.

"Although the old monk can't guess why the donor had a grudge against the Buddha before his death, but now that the donor is alive and dead, everything is over, what else are you obsessed with and can't let go?" The old monk didn't care about the killing intent in the eyes of the ghost general.

"Hmph, the Sprinkle family doesn't have so much time to fight with you here, since you don't get out of the way, I can only take your sacrificial knife!" the ghost general roared, and he slowly stood up from the ground, the withered skeleton was full of majestic power.

As the ghost general drew his sword, an incomparably violent evil qi swept in, and in the clouds that covered the sky and the sun in Qingshui Village, there was actually one-third of the cloud qi, which was transformed by this ghost general evil qi.

Mr. Yu picked up his gaze and moved his gaze back from the ghost general, he looked at the old beggar, there was a cold color in his eyes, this ghost thing, compared to other evil ghosts, more difficult to deal with.

"Do you know where he came from?" asked Jade.

The old beggar's eyes fell on the ghost general, and on the ghost general's rusty breastplate, there was a fist-sized copper ring, and a word could be vaguely seen.

"Understand a little bit, I was fortunate enough to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Baoxiang Temple, and I read a lot of unique historical books, and there is a small paragraph about a worldly general!" the old beggar said slowly.

"The content is not much, just more than 20 words, but you must know the strict requirements for those who can read in the only books that record history, these more than 20 words are already a lot of space!" the old beggar said with some envy.

Looking at Yu Xuan's indifferent expression, the expression on the old beggar's face was restrained, "Yan Qing, King Lu, has a Buddha in his heart, holds a knife to resist the six demons outside the country, fights to the death, and has no flesh and bones!"

After saying this, the old beggar had a hint of depth in his eyebrows.

It's not that the brilliance of the martyrs makes him solemn, but the six demons in it, according to the ancient books studied by the old beggar, actually do not refer to the demons above today's Shenzhou.

Yu picked up his brows and frowned slightly, the ghost general Yan Qing was also a person who respected and feared Buddha before his death, but now he has become the person who dares to mention the butcher's knife to the Buddha.

"In fact, whether it is a ghost or a person, they all exist in the world with their blood and faith, and when the hope of the past turns into despair, people will go crazy, and ghosts will turn into ghosts!" said the old beggar quietly.

"He is now raising a knife to kill the Ganlu Temple, it should not be just because of the old things!" Yu Xuan shook his head, and then quietly continued to look at the scene in front of the Ganlu Temple.

A smile appeared at the corner of the old beggar's mouth, "Poor man, there must be something hateful! ”

In front of the gate of the Ganlu Temple, the ghost will hold the ring-headed knife and slash at the old monk, and suddenly, a huge knife shadow is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it goes straight to the old monk.

Seeing such an old monk, his expression remained unchanged, his fingers flicked the rosary in his hand, eighteen thumb-sized coral beads were warm and translucent, and each bead had a shining Buddha character.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" The shadow of the sword was about to fall, and a Buddha's voice sounded in the mouth of the old monk, and a golden light enveloped the entire Ganlu Temple.

At the same time, the ghost will spit out a series of deep and inexplicable words from his mouth, and after these words, in the main hall of the Ganlu Temple, under the golden body of the Buddha, a mysterious thing shook slightly.

Feeling the things under the big Buddha in the Ganlu Temple, the old monk's eyebrows suddenly rose, his palms were separated, and a huge golden Buddha statue fell on the Ganlu Temple, and the big Buddha sat cross-legged, dignified and sacred.

"It turned out that I was running for that demon pestle!" the old monk said slowly, and his gaze fell on the ghost general, not angry but mighty.

"Now that you are a ghost god, you still don't want to repent, and you want to do things against the sky, aren't you afraid of falling into Yama forever?"

"The moment I die, I have already fallen into Yama, if I am destined to be a demon, then I will definitely overturn the Buddha altar!

"This demon pestle is the three major eyes of the Heavenly Sin Ancient Land to suppress the catastrophe of the year, once the demon pestle is pulled out, the catastrophe of Shenzhou is coming!" said the old monk in a bad tone.

"Even if the Buddha was ashamed of you back then, did you just do it for the sake of the Buddha?" the old monk continued.

"Don't mention the Buddha to me, the Sprinkle family said, I will save the Buddha and destroy it!" The ghost general lifted the ring head knife and walked towards the Ganlu Temple step by step.

In front of the cliff listening to the tide monument, an old man and a young man looked at the clouds above their heads, and there was a trace of disgust in their eyes, this yin aura was too strong, how many yin souls had to be gathered, among which there were many evil spirits, and in the roar of the yin wind, there were miserable smiles one after another.

"Master, isn't it time for us to draw our swords?" the young man looked up at the old man, his eyes showing a pleading.

The old man nodded, "My generation of cultivators, it is my duty to use a sword for the Demon Destroyer!"

So there was such a scene, on the square, there were thousands of sword qi swimming in the dragon, and where they passed, a group of ghosts retreated.

On the side of Cangsheng Ding, the young man who was still sleeping seemed to be awakened, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then walked out of the apricot forest, looking at the majestic sword qi dragon, the young man rubbed his forehead, and said with a headache: "Master, someone is in the limelight!"

Just after the young man's words, a middle-aged man stood beside him, with a middle-aged man with a sun and moon in his eyes, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and then said: "Since you have gained the benefits of others, you still have to help out!"

I didn't see any action between the two, and suddenly the apricot blossoms in the apricot forest were full of branches, and the glow was shining, like three springs.

Under this burst of floral fragrance, the ghosts are subdued, and the evil retreats!

Under the archway, there is also an old and a young, when no one is around, the old man's finger points in the air, under the dark clouds, a little golden mang, a huge rune is formed in the sky, the rune is unique, a large area of dark clouds is contaminated by the rune, and it is vanished in an instant.

The old man smashed his mouth, looking like he didn't care, since some time ago, after the pagoda appeared, but now there is no movement, Rao is the old man and the apprentice are quite impatient, but the treasure is not in the world, they can only wait.

The young man next to him asked with some confusion: "Master, why are there so many evil ghosts in the world?"

The old man looked at the south side of the village, which was the direction of the big locust tree, and finally shook his head and said, "Who knows why this broken place is so evil!"

The middle-aged monk walked in the village, and along the way he saw many people outside the village suppressing evil spirits openly or covertly, so he said with emotion: "Amitabha, this world is not too bad!"

However, the middle-aged man sped up his pace and walked towards the place he was about to go.

After walking a few alleys and passing through several intersections, the middle-aged man came to a rather remote place in the village, a lonely family sat here, standing at the door, the middle-aged monk felt a strong evil aura, above the sky, a black vortex slowly rotated, and a trace of lightning could be seen appearing.

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly, and things were far worse than he thought.

The middle-aged monk pushed open the door in front of him, and when he entered, three people stood in the courtyard, all with their backs to him, like sculptures.

He pushed the door and walked in, and when he walked down the steps, the door suddenly closed by itself, and the three people standing in the courtyard turned their heads to look at him.

These people, with empty eyes and dull expressions, exuded a billowing black aura on their faces, their bodies were crawling with black lines, their fingers were twisted, and they looked like marionettes, twisting their torsos stiffly at the moment, and looking at the middle-aged monk with a sneer.

One of the middle-aged men, with his mouth opened mechanically, said, "Monk, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hahaha!" A wild laugh came from the room not far away, and a graceful figure appeared in the window, unable to see the true face, at this moment she raised her arms slightly, lifted her hair, and stood facing the middle-aged monk.

"Everything has a fixed number, you are still too obsessed!" The middle-aged monk glanced at the three people in front of him and looked at the figure in the room.

"We've been waiting for a long time! You've been waiting for a long time! You don't know how tormenting it feels after so many years!" the bewitching woman said coldly, she tapped her fingers, and under her command, the three of them walked slowly towards the monk.

"You Buddhist donkeys, don't boast that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, now I will send you twenty-one levels, and if you have the ability, you will come and get it!" the woman said mockingly.

The middle-aged monk looked at the three people walking towards him, but the sad expression between his eyebrows was a little more solemn.

An evil ghost is easy to deal with, but the evil ghost in front of him has already bewitched the family, it is easy to kill evil ghosts, but it is much more difficult to save people.

Just when the middle-aged monk was in a dilemma, a grand Buddha sound suddenly came from the side of the Ganlu Temple, the bright golden light was like a golden tide hitting the sky and the earth, the middle-aged monk turned his head to look over there, only to see a golden Buddha bell standing between heaven and earth, and a circle of golden ripples rose with the bell.

"Because of the accumulation of goodness, he vows to save all sentient beings, and the gold and tin in his hands open the gates of hell. The pearl in the palm of your hand, the light of the world. In the sound of wisdom, in the auspicious clouds, for Yan Fu to raise suffering, to make great proof of merit, great compassion, great sage and great mercy, the deity of the Bodhisattva Mahasattva... ”

A sound of Buddha came, and the middle-aged monk suddenly faced the west and sat cross-legged.

"Empty, for the sake of the teacher, I am willing to use my life's Buddha power to cross thousands of sentient beings in the sea of suffering! The rest of the aftermath will be handled by you!" an old monk whispered, as if coming to the west.

The middle-aged monk had tears in his eyes, and all his words turned into one voice, "My Buddha is merciful!"

"Bell!" A bell rang, and the dark clouds retreated over the entire Qingshui Village.

"Bell!" two bells rang, and many evil spirits and spirits were like white snow in spring, and the infinite black qi was purified.

"Bell!" three bells rang, a ring-headed knife slipped into the sky, a golden armor god ascended the road to the sky, and then in front of it, there was an old monk sitting on the clouds, following thousands of ghosts behind, a void road appeared in the ancient land of heavenly sin, on this day, the Buddha appeared, and many villagers of Qingshui Village went out to worship devoutly.

On the top of Yunmeng Mountain, the old beggar was pale, and he was almost about to knock over the tea in his hand at this moment.

"Congratulations to the Living Buddha!" the gentleman whispered in his mouth, his eyes warm.

"Mr. Tsing Yi, all living beings are suffering, poor monk, I just do what I can, one step ahead!" the old monk looked back, his eyes full of approval.

"The Living Buddha will go first, and Xiaosheng will come later!" the gentleman bowed, and the old monk turned and disappeared behind a portal.

"Damn the old monk!" the old beggar finally retracted his mind and continued to stare at the game of chess at hand.

"Zuo Xiang, your three-son chain is not unintelligent, but the breakthrough is not me. Jade picked up the eyebrows and soothed, and with the help of the old monk, this game of chess finally reduced the pressure sharply.

"One step away, not to lose the whole game!" said the old beggar.

Mr. Yu Zhu smiled, but he didn't say much, and the current situation can be regarded as completely opened.

"That's the "Dizang Sutra"! The only old Buddha in the Buddhist world who can recite the "Dizang Sutra" in its entirety, and now there is another one!" Thinking of this, Mr. Yuzhu couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion at the moment.