Rumble!!

There was a muffled sound, the hillside shook and rolled down the stones, and the two figures of Edgeworth ran away, stopping half a mile away.

"It's finally done, after destroying this old monster, I can live quietly in the mountains."

Yan Chixia put the sword into the sheath, her eyes were like knives poking at Liao Wenjie, and the implication was that some people who disturbed his seclusion should almost leave.

"Congratulations to Yan Daxia for getting what he wanted, but there is no time in the mountains, don't forget the three-year covenant, and the younger brother is waiting for you in no one's place." Liao Wenjie reminded.

Actually, there is no need for Yan Chixia to say more, Liao Wenjie is also ready to say goodbye, Lanruo Temple has lived for half a year, and the tool man Yan Chixia has no oil and water to squeeze, so he is invited to make a move today, and together he will give the tree demon grandma a happy time, which is the signal before parting.

"I'm the master, and there is a three-year covenant with that stinky boy who came to me, how can there be any reason for me to go to him." Yan Chixia hummed and chirped, with different hearts.

With that, he returned to the hillside and swung his sword at the rocks to dig up the dryad's body.

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, smelled the smell of 'benefits', the red line turned into a ghost hand, and the dog planed a large pit and dug out a charred wooden stake from deep underground.

Boom!

Yan Chixia swung her sword to sweep away the sword qi, removing the charred dead wood, leaving a golden core about one person tall in all directions.

"What is this?"

"The thousand-year-old tree core, I dare not say how precious it is, it can just be used to make evil arrows." Yan Chixia raised her hand and slapped the core of the tree with a clattering sound.

"Tsk, it's so miserable to be a monster, being chased and cut by the old Taoist priest alive, and after death, even the corpse has to be returned to the furnace for reuse."

"Don't talk about cool words, if you and I die at the hands of the old demon of Montenegro, the result will not be much better. At best, I have been refined into a ghost general, and from now on, I will be driven by him, and the two little white faces of you and Ning Caichen will be miserable, and many demons and monsters will be like this. ”

"That's right, so ......"

Liao Wenjie pointed to the core of the tree: "I also have a part in subduing demons and subduing demons, and I will divide a few evil arrows!" ”

"You don't have a magic bow, what do you want arrows for?"

"It makes sense, if there are arrows without bows, it is equal to nothing, so ...... Yan Daxia, you are in seclusion, it is better to give me the magic bow in your hand, and I will take it to subdue demons and subdue demons, which is not a good conversation. ”

“……”

Yan Chixia turned around and returned to Lanruo Temple with fierce words.

……

Three days later, Liao Wenjie rode his horse on the official road and rushed towards Luoyan Gorge.

The magic bow was not deceived, and he didn't have his share in breaking the evil arrow, but the old Taoist priest said that he was driving people, and his body was still very sincere, and he gave him seven soul-locking needles as a practice gift.

Liao Wenjie was quite moved, and stayed in Lanruo Temple to accompany Yan Chixia to drink for three days, but he couldn't drink anymore, so he escaped from Lanruo Temple this morning.

Right now, he's looking for Ning Caichen.

Dealing with the Dryad Grandma, the remnants were cleaned up, but there was no feeling that he could leave the current world, and he immediately realized that the road of heart refining was not over.

According to Uncle Jiu's experience that time, there is only one possibility, and the boss has not been brushed yet!

Centipede Essence - Pudu Cihang.

It is not difficult to find Pudu Cihang, this demon pretends to be the body of a Buddhist monk, is a famous protector of the country, in the past half a year, secretly brutalized the court officials, controlled the government, and absorbed the luck of the court to turn into a dragon.

Because of its monstrous power, Pudu Cihang has built palaces in various places, and its whereabouts are known to everyone, which is not a secret.

But before that, Liao Wenjie wanted to find Ning Caichen first, according to the original plot, Ning Caichen left Lanruo Temple and was imprisoned for no reason because he looked like a bearded fugitive.

Two eyes and one nose, so it looks like a god!

Ning Caichen ate for a long time, until he also became a beard, and was secretly dragged out by the executioner on a dark and windy night.

Fortunately, with the help of his fellow inmates, he managed to escape from prison.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and because of his own inconvenience, Liao Wenjie is not sure if Ning Caichen still has this unlucky opportunity, so he can only return to Luoyan Gorge and follow the route of the township test to catch the exam, looking for it from town to town.

Approaching the Luoyan Gorge, the canyon that had collapsed in the past was repaired, he drove his horse and turned around to leave, suddenly remembered something, tied the horse in the dense forest, and flew to the deep mountains and old forests.

The ruins of the city of the dead.

Half a year has passed, and I don't know what the situation of this city is, whether it will become a gathering place for ghosts in the world. If there are many demons, it is indispensable to make up for two slaps, and then press the money mountain.

The wings of the ghost hand crossed the sky, and Liao Wenjie saw the ruins of the city of vain death from a distance, as well as the slap prints he left at that time.

The situation was much better than he had imagined, perhaps because of the daylight, although the entire ruins of the Dead City were filled with gray mist, there was no overly powerful demonic smell.

There are a lot of wandering ghosts, all of them are insignificant little shrimps, and they can't become the climate.

Liao Wenjie frowned, he saw a ray of golden light of dawn in the mist, fluttering like the wind, weak but extremely Zen.

The wings of the ghost hand fell into the mountains and forests, and Liao Wenjie strode towards the direction of the dead city, but in a moment, he came to a grass house.

A little monk in a monk's robe, about ten years old, was planting vegetables by the grass house, and when he saw Liao Wenjie coming, he immediately folded his hands: "Donor, this place is evil, it is not a good place to visit the mountains and rivers, please leave quickly." ”

"Since the evil spirit is soaring, why don't you, a little monk, leave, and live here in a special settlement?"

"It is because of the evil spirit that is soaring to the sky and the yin wind has not dispersed for a long time, that the little monk stays here, just to chant more scriptures every day to resolve the grievances here."

"It's ...... Got a big wish? ”

"Don't dare, the little monk has low skills, he doesn't dare to make a grand wish, it's just ......"

The little monk blushed and said: "Speaking of which, I am not afraid of the donor's jokes, there is a sentence on the [Jizo Honwish Sutra] 'I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', the little monk thinks...... I think it makes a lot of sense. ”

"It turned out to be a Buddhist monk, and he lost his respect."

Liao Wenjie's face turned pale, regardless of whether the little monk was incompetent or not, this consciousness alone was extraordinary.

The little monk waved his hand again and again: "No, the little monk Bai Yun is not a high monk." ”

"White Cloud ......"

Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed, if I remember correctly, the white-bearded monk who killed the old demon of Black Mountain a hundred years later is called Baiyun Zen Master, but that was a hundred years later.

Is it the same name, or can the little monk in front of him live for a hundred years?

It seems that it is really possible, Yan Chixia is more than one hundred and a half years old, and she has been salty in Lanruo Temple for almost a hundred years before she died, and Bai Yun is more than ten years old, and Buddhism is successful, and it is not a problem to live for another hundred years.

"Master Baiyun, to put it mildly, I see that you are still young, and you can't be very clever if you want to come to the Dharma, even if you sincerely recite the scriptures every day, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive the evil spirit here."

Liao Wenjie said: "It's better to return to the mountain gate, be a monk for a day, and hit the bell for a day, and one day mix the reputation of a monk, wouldn't it be faster to live?" ”

"No, sincerity is spirituality, as long as the little monk recites the scriptures sincerely, he will definitely be able to resolve the resentment of the yin wind here!"

Bai Yun's eyes were firm, and he immediately blushed in the next second: "And the little monk is not a master, and he can't become a high monk, his wisdom, perseverance, and courage are not as good as other senior brothers, and it is the wish of the little monk to be able to save this place." ”

"I don't believe it!"

Liao Wenjie shook his head: "In the master, I really don't see any wisdom, and I don't look very smart, but my perseverance and courage are far beyond ordinary people. ”

"The donor's words are serious, little monk...... Not so good. Bai Yun didn't really praise it, and scratched his head shyly.

"The master has a big wish, I won't bother, you grow vegetables slowly, I'll go first as respect."

"Donors walk slowly, remember not to stay around for a long time, and be sure to leave before nightfall."

Seeing Liao Wenjie's departing back, Bai Yun clasped his hands together, endured the hunger in his stomach, gritted his teeth and continued to grow vegetables.

At this moment, a hurricane struck from behind, and as soon as Bai Yun noticed it, he was slapped in the back of the heart.

"Poof!!"

Bai Yun spat blood from his mouth, his face turned pale, and he stiffly turned around to see Liao Wenjie's face, and said in disbelief: "Donor, why did you harm the little monk without injustice or hatred?" ”

"Hey, hey, little monk, look at you stupid as a donkey, you are warm-hearted to everyone, and you are not wary at all, how can you survive in this world?"

Liao Wenjie smiled fiercely and said fiercely: "Anyway, you will be killed sooner or later, it is better to hand over your life to me, and you will suffer a few less crimes." ”

"No, no! If I die here, I will definitely turn into a ghost, and then the donor will encounter my soul, and I am afraid that I will not be able to escape my life......."

Bai Yun shook his head with difficulty: "Donor, if you want to take my life, why don't you come back in a few years, and wait for me to resolve the resentment here." ”

"You little monk, but you have a compassionate heart, God has eyes, you deserve to eat fasting and chant Buddha for the rest of your life."

Liao Wenjie sneered: "In this way, I will help you and send you to the Western Elysium!" ”

With that, he slapped Bai Yun on the shoulder, forcing him to sit cross-legged on the ground. Then the telekinesis turned into a thread, came out of the palm, and went straight to the two big holes of Baiyun Xinyu and Shentang.

"Poof———"

Bai Yun vomited blood again, the two major points of the vest were hit hard, knowing that time was short, he sighed and folded his hands, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures: "If I smell it, for a while, the Buddha is in the ...... of the Buddha in the country of the country."

"Little monk, this scripture is too difficult to subdue demons, I'll teach you a more powerful one, the law is not passed on to the six ears, you listen carefully to me!"

The thunder shook in his ears, and Bai Yun felt the rate of his heart beat change suddenly, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself in a pool of golden light.

Thousands of Buddha voices poured into the ears, and above the auspicious clouds in the nine clouds, a golden light Buddha had a painful face, and he clapped a palm downwards in the air.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were golden, and in the eyes of the white clouds, a world slowly enlarged.

……

"Whew~~~"

Liao Wenjie wiped the cold sweat on his head, looked down at the unconscious white cloud on the ground, his brows were loose and wrinkled, wrinkled and loose.

He deliberately taught the ninth form of the Nyorai Divine Palm, and the result was ......

It seems that something went wrong, and the compassion that he couldn't play out was engraved in Bai Yun's heart on the way to teach.

Then the question arises, where does this meaning of compassion come from, let alone Baiyun's?

Cold sweat slid across his cheeks, Liao Wenjie looked up at the sky, and just wanted to ask, is there really no god in this world?

"It's about me, I'm a serious Taoist priest, even if there are gods and immortals, it's a good thing for me." Liao Wenjie muttered and turned to leave.

……

After a long time, the sky turned dark, and a large number of green ghost eyes lit up in the ruins of the dead city, and the ghosts coveted the fragrance of white clouds and flesh and blood.

Bai Yun chanted the scriptures very well, usually they didn't have a chance at all, but today it wasn't, Bai Yun was knocked unconscious. The ghosts were grateful, and they thanked the unknown kind-hearted passerby, who was really a bodhisattva.

At this time, Bai Yun woke up slowly, the golden light in his eyes flashed, he folded his hands and silently recited a Buddha name, and said with annoyance: "The predecessors tested the little monk and taught the supreme Dharma, but the little monk recognized him as a murderer and bandit, and he didn't even have time to ask his name before parting......"

Rustle rustle————

The wind swept to the grass, and Bai Yun looked at the gradually hazy gray mist, and saw a pair of green ghost eyes full of greedy evil thoughts written in it.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Bai Yun raised his hand and waved a palm, golden light bloomed, and the compassionate palm pushed across the border, clearing a path in the mist.

The ghosts were all dumbfounded, and they carefully stepped back, and the mist retreated like a tide.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the master of the Dharma is taught, the little monk does not dare to use it without permission, tonight, let's talk about the Dharma, there are two volumes [Buddha said the Sutra of Amitayus], please listen to the little monk slowly ......"

That night, in the sky above the ruins of the city of vain, the wailing of thousands of ghosts was endless.