Just as Evil Xiaoqi's hand touched the rope, a muffled sound like a crack exploded overhead. Gravel and grass clippings and gravel rolled down, kicking up dust and dust, and the air was suddenly filled with a choking smell of earth.

However, the monk looked at the giant dragon's half-cut body wrapped around the trunk of the tree, and its tail, which was the thickness of a bucket, was like a taut hard bow, whipping violently on the rock, setting off a wave. The heart is also like a tide bursting the embankment, rushing and trembling.

The head of the snake with the size of the basin suddenly rose up, a foot high, the head of the snake leaned back, like a hand together, the neck of the snake contracted and flattened, widened, stretched out a black-brown pattern like a dense net, and the blue-purple snake hyacinth was more than three feet long, and the ends were forked. There was a creepy sizzling sound constantly.

The evil Xiaoqi hanging on the rock wall is like an autumn leaf floating in the cold wind, a lonely boat in the vast sea. Involuntarily swaying left and right. He wrapped the rope around his waist and pressed his face against the cold rock. The whole person seems to be able to turn into a thin piece of paper, along the mountain wall, the slightest bulge can make him stay for a moment. The trees on the edge of the cliff were dense, the soft leaves rubbed against the face as if they were about to crack, and the chest and abdomen were torn apart by the impact of the rocks and shrubs.

Half of its body hangs in the air, the eyes of the giant giant piebald dragon are like the mouth of a bowl, and the black eyes are like a condensed black abyss in the skylight, oozing with cold coldness. Mori Bai's sharp teeth rose from the bloody mouth, and the smell of fishy flesh filled the air. Silently, he slowly leaned towards his prey, the corners of his mouth curled at a strange angle, like a human smile with pity.

The dark clouds above Evil Seven seemed to grow deep in the mountains, and with every minute of movement, the weeds and rocks let out a dull old moan. He looked up and saw a mixture of ferocity and mourning in his bloodthirsty eyes, which even made people feel a chill from the bottom of his heart at such a distance.

The monk could not recite the "Amitabha Sutra" in his heart. The tendons at the corners of the mouth on the face are clearly visible under the pale skin, and the blue tendons on the forehead are tangled up. Kicking on the rocks, holding the rope with both hands and pulling up desperately, the misty golden light covered the mountains and forests and flowed like water. Evil Xiaoqi saw that under the vast sky, the monk's stiff body was divided into mottled light and shadow, revealing the firmness and persistence unique to those who worship the Buddha devoutly.

Gravel smoke and dust splashed, and the warm and fishy smell unique to cold-blooded animals came to the nose. Evil Xiaoqi's body was almost numb with spasms, and when he was still about ten meters away from the peak, he shouted with all his might: "Leave me alone, run." ”

Hearing the shouts of Evil Xiaoqi, even in the face of the terrifying power of the beast of the wilderness, the monk was unwilling to give up easily. The tremendous force of the impact trembled like a wave, and the impact shattered into the ancient hard rock wall, revealing countless huge cracks, and from the depths of the cracks, a russet light shone even more. A smile of pity instantly broke into the monk's pupils in a stiff and hideous manner.

The rope was quickly fastened to the rock, but the monk sat cross-legged on the top of the slope. Squint your eyes slightly, with your back to the green mountains and face the sun. His lips moved slightly, and he was chanting words in his mouth, like chanting and praying.

The long Buddha bell faces the wind of the waves, like the chanting of Sanskrit chanting, curling into the ear, as if through the eternal and unchanging mercy and generosity, in the flood of time, and all things in heaven and earth are integrated.

"Ten thousand laws are one, where is one return?" One shows ten thousand laws, just as one second cannot be drawn from ten thousand years, and ten thousand years are made up of one second. Evil Xiaoqi realized something in a trance. Then a magical scene unfolded before my eyes.

The colorful giant python instantly twisted its neck and tail, and pulled out half of its body and plunged into the mountain. It was as if the pious disciples who knelt down in front of the statues of the gods of heaven and man retracted their sharp teeth and bloody, and bent over and shook their heads in a strange posture.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight tore through the thick atmosphere of fear between heaven and earth.

"Master is also a powerful person, right? Otherwise, how could it be possible to tame the giant worm?" Many years later, Evil Xiaoqi, who had a dog's tail in his mouth, lay on his back on the grass and asked, "At that moment, I suddenly had an epiphany of the profound and all-encompassing profundity of all laws. ”

"Monks are compassionate and universal to all sentient beings. The monk smiled shyly: "How can you learn martial arts to become powerful, you think too much." ”

"It's a strange feeling. Evil Xiaoqi muttered to himself.

All kinds of wildflowers, green flowers, yellow flowers, and so on, stretch into a sea of colors. The ancient smooth lead-gray bluestone steps meander along the mountains full of wildflowers and grasses. There is no end in sight, and there seems to be no beginning. Just like a person's life, it is not a time to pursue growth, but only to practice, and everything really begins! In fact, it is not the beginning in the real sense, but only the background of life. In the end, it is just a spring and autumn dream that is consumed by time.

People come to this world and constantly look for something, and finally realize that what they once had is more important.

The light was cramped, and it was gradually swallowed up by the dim candle flame. The boy's dark eyes were deep and misty, with unreadable content;

Evil Xiaoqi stroked the smooth texture on the mutton fat white jade, grasping the touch of skin, only to feel that the jade was still warm, but the little jade that was originally warm suddenly became cold, making his fingers tremble.

Kumen Temple, as people say, is a little shabby. There are no grand buildings gilded with gods and Buddhas. There is only one ancient puff, but there is no lack of solemn Buddhist halls. There is a bell tower on each side, a three-story stone tower behind it, and a side room on the right is full of picked Chinese medicine. After that, there are the rooms of the abbot and his disciples, and there are no special rooms for good men and women who burn incense and worship the Buddha. Evil Xiaoqi could only be crammed into a room with the monk, his body was fine, but the extracutaneous abrasions on the joints of his arms and legs were also purple and swollen. After wiping the medicine and wine for a few days, he anxiously shouted to go home, but the monk repeatedly dissuaded him, saying that he needed to slowly recuperate after a hundred days of broken muscles and bones. and reminded him that the situation of the evil family is not good now, and he must not show up until he has to.

Evil Xiaoqi was a little puzzled, why did the monk stop him from going down the mountain again and again? There must be other reasons. The more this happened, the more he wanted to go home and see. But after thinking about it, apart from his father, there is no second person who can make him miss the old mansion that he has lived in for more than ten years.

"Maybe it's my quirky personality. I can't get along with anyone. Evil Xiaoqi thought sadly. The smiling face immediately appeared in front of me.

And Xiaoyang.

The burning fire in my heart ignited like a fire.

Once the stubborn idea takes root and sprouts, the evil Xiaoqi is like a loss

Went to the beast of sanity.

The deep and vast sky, the warm sunlight through the heavy clouds, pouring down overhead, like a majestic waterfall.

The outline of Kumen Temple appears in the high mountain sun, like a pious Buddhist disciple, worshipping towards the sacred firmament.

The boy's back grew smaller and smaller, gradually blending into the shadows at the foot of the mountain.