The old man was stunned, he couldn't understand why such a profound Taoist didn't "do the way for the heavens, kill demons and eliminate demons", but instead removed the Buddhist mark on his body. After hesitating for a moment, he made a big salute and said: "Wan Xie Immortal Chang's life-saving grace, the little demon can't repay it, only this remnant body can do something in return......"

The young man is Xiao Zhi, his eyes are fused with the heart eye of the world of "Dororo", and he can see the color of the other party's soul, the more red, the more killing, the deeper the karma. This old man, a woman, and a young man, have a green soul, only the old man has a hint of crimson, and it is not a heinous existence.

Green souls are only available to monsters, and humans are white souls, and the road to cultivation is bumpy.

As a human being, Xiao Zhi himself can't guarantee a good kill, and his soul is already crimson, and looking at the red soul of the old man, it's not worth mentioning......

Besides, he is not a messenger who rewards good and punishes evil in the way of heaven.

It's just an ordinary traverser walking in the heavens and all worlds.

Just feel comfortable doing things. Xiao Zhi looked at them: "What happened to you, you became so embarrassed, if you don't want to do anything, tell me about it?" ”

The old man sighed lightly and told the reason.

It turned out that they were weasels who accidentally ate the strange fruit in a cave and opened their spiritual wisdom to become essence, and instinctively began to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon for cultivation. One day the hunter went up the mountain to find the weasel hole, in order to save the family, the old weasel shot and seriously injured it, and the hunter fell off the cliff and died.

The only time the old weasel hurt people was this time.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Although the old weasel practiced the deepest in the nest, he also quickly reached the bottleneck, he did not have advanced cultivation methods, and the cultivation of other weasels was also extremely slow, he was cranky, suspecting that he had seriously injured the hunter many years ago and caused him to die, resulting in cause and effect, and his family could not improve the realm......

After thinking about it again and again, move the nest to the deeper part of the mountain, and then come out of the four strongest paths to look for opportunities in the world.

These four are an old man, a woman, a son-in-law, and a child.

They did good deeds along the way for fear of being contaminated with blood, and although they met a few capable people on the way, they at most warned them about the reason, and did not make a move to kill them all. The old weasels were at ease and did good deeds more diligently, until they went to the mountains and forests near Hangzhou and met a monk.

A very young monk, in his twenties, with a masculine and handsome face, and a transcendent Dharma, he actually cultivated a half-skinless vajra bead in his eyebrows, and chased an old spider with more than 200 years of Taoism in his hand. Although the old spider had a demon body, it was surprising that it did not exude any fierce aura, and even had a trace of Buddha nature......

But the young monk's face was grim, he ignored the old spider's plea for mercy, and used the strong Dharma to put it in a pot, but it was only a few breaths to refine the prototype. With such a domineering monk, the old weasels realized that unlike all the capable people they had seen before, this one in front of them was really capable of doing it!

Immediately, the weasels raised yellow and black smoke and struggled to escape.

But the young monk had already discovered their whereabouts, took the Buddha beads that the old spider had fallen, and turned around after them after a little hesitation. More than two miles away, chanting the Buddha's name, the volley is a palm slapped over......

Buddhism and the wind are mixed, forming a palm that is like nothing, and at the time of life and death, the son-in-law stepped forward to bring the Tao to the peak and resisted the palm! The two-hundred-year-old spider only had the share of escape in the hands of the young monk, not to mention the weasel's son-in-law, who had been practicing for more than 80 years, resisted half a breath, and his soul was scattered on the spot, and his body returned to its original form and fell into the forest.

In this short moment, the other three weasels won the opportunity.

The old weasel desperately protected his family, forcibly moved his position, and the monk's palm swept past him, overflowing with mana, and the Dharma contained was like a fiery red iron, causing serious injuries to the old weasel and the woman. The monk didn't chase after him for some reason, he just stood there frowning and looked in the other direction, thought for a moment, and then flew up and left, just glanced here before leaving, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the old weasel.

In this way, the old weasel trio escaped.

They didn't know when the monk would come to chase and kill, so they could only desperately hurry day and night, and when they flew to the top of the mountain where Xiao Zhi was, they were all physically and mentally exhausted, and their mana was at the bottom......

Xiao Zhi groaned: "So, the monk is already near Hangzhou?" ”

According to the description of the old weasel, the young monk is likely to be Fahai, but it is difficult to say whether he is still there or not, and his Dharma cultivation is very fast, and it is possible in Hangzhou or Zhenjiang. It's nerve-wracking, your flight speed is a shortcoming, and you have to find a way to study a more effective flight speed.

Clues are not very useful, but they are better than nothing.

Xiao Zhi waved his hand and said: "That's it, since you can meet me alive, it is fate, let's go, do more good deeds in the future, and deal less with cultivators before you get the right results." As he spoke, he chanted a spell and cast two healing spells that fell on the old weasel and the woman......

The old weasel saw that Xiao Zhi's attitude was clear, and if he said that defecting would only displease the master, he had to bend down and bow and clench his fists: "Immortal Chang is merciful, the little demon's mana is insufficient, and he will leave after a moment of condensation......"

Watch as they sit cross-legged and absorb the aura.

Xiao Zhi turned around to enter the shed, his footsteps paused, looked up at the north, there was a white shadow in the dark clouds of the night, the wind was galloping, flying over, amazingly fast! The old weasel's sense of crisis was like a needle on his back, and when he looked up, his pupils contracted violently and he lost his voice a little: "It's the monk who is chasing after him!" ”

The people who came were violent.

It was Fahai, whose face was gloomy, and he saw the mountain weasel and Xiao Zhi.

Before the people arrived, the voice came first: "Be bold and demonic, confuse the world, and prepare to receive the Fa!" "The sound is like a bell, loud and extraordinary.

The whisk on his arm pulled out violently and shook in the air: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, King Kong Flame, Hunt Demons!" A red flame burst out from the end of the dust, volleying into the air, and it rose more than ten meters long in front of it, and the scorching temperature even ignited the grass on the ground......

The weasels were so frightened that the old weasels looked at Xiao Zhi beggingly: "Immortal Chief! ”

Cultivators do everything they want, there are fierce and evil people, there are those who are compassionate, and there are even those who have strange temperaments, and what they did one moment may change their minds the next moment. Who would go up with their peers for the sake of goblins?

Zizizizi.

The King Kong flame fell into Xiao Zhi's palm, and thick smoke billowed out.

Feeling the scorching temperature, Xiao Zhi silently recited the spell, and slowly extinguished it with a steady stream of mana generated low temperatures, consuming a huge amount of mana, but also recovering quickly. He looked up at Fahai: "This fellow Daoist, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the weather is dry and dry, set fire to the mountain, and sit in the bottom of the prison through ......"

Four words and four words speak, and it rhymes, no wonder Fahai likes to say it so much.