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Cycle of cause and effect, or karmic retribution? What caused him to fall back into samsara, and then to enter the practice of the red dust? Everyone searched.

Love and hatred, or the fate in the thirteenth reincarnation? Buddha, Tao, demons, demons, and demons, all of them are just for the golden body of the thirteenth generation, the Buddha is the Arhat Venerable, the demon is reborn, and the demon is to subvert the world, only he himself does not know why, he must go through the whole thirteenth reincarnation of all kinds of reasons, in order to find back his former self. Cultivating Buddhas, cultivating immortals, cultivating gods, only he cultivates fate.

The thirteenth world's ten thousand dharmas, reincarnation karma, thirteen kinds of yin demons. Li Xiuyuan, the reincarnation of the Dragon Arhat, took over the Dapeng Peacock Ming King to survive, his golden body attracted the prying eyes of the Three Realms, is there any secret hidden behind his lower realm this time......

Li Xiuyuan was about to kneel down on his knees, Jiang Liuyun suddenly seemed to have a sigh in his ears, vaguely like the voice of a wild fox Zen master, Jiang Liuyun was stunned, and couldn't help but stand up, just at this time, Li Xiuyuan had already bowed.

Jiang Liuyun's body trembled, there was a "buzz" in his head, and the sky swirled, he couldn't help but take half a step back, only to feel soft, and then a blue light appeared above his head, the blue light was three feet up and down, like a small cyan flying sword, but under Li Xiuyuan's worship, the three-foot blue light emitted by the cyan small sword disappeared by half.

Jiang Liuyun was taken aback, and the voice of the Wild Fox Zen Master sounded in his ears again: "Liuyun Sect Master, you can't stand his worship!" “

In this worship, Jiang Liuyun's self-cultivation was wiped out by three percent of his merits.

Jiang Liuyun suddenly realized and said: "Could it be that Xiuyuan is the big man of opportunity that the master said, master, where did he come from?" “

Wild Fox Zen Master replied to the question, and said: "He worshiped you this time, Liuyun Sect Master, when there is a catastrophe in the future, he will carry it for you, it is not a good thing, between cause and effect, it is the most mysterious." “

Jiang Liuyun's cultivation was damaged, but he was full of joy, and said in his heart: "It seems that this time I grabbed someone from the True Martial Venerable." Of course, Li Xiuyuan couldn't hear the conversation between him and the Wild Fox Zen Master.

Jiang Liuyun helped Li Xiuyuan up with a smile and said, "Good boy, get up!" Suddenly, he remembered something in his heart, and hurriedly advised: "Wait for your master to come back, cultivate the fate, don't kowtow to her, your master doesn't like these vulgar rites, this worship to the master is enough." After that, "haha" laughed, and the mood was really comfortable.

He said to the Wild Fox Zen Master again: "In this way, isn't this sect still taking advantage of a big advantage, just a little cultivation, and this sect has not taken it to heart." ”

But I heard the Wild Fox Zen Master laugh and said: "Liuyun Sect Master, don't be complacent for too long, there will be times when you have a headache." “

Jiang Liuyun asked, "Why did the master say that?" “

Zen Master Wild Fox didn't reply again, Jiang Liuyun pondered for a moment, disagreed in his heart, and thought: "The master may mean that young people are stubborn and difficult to teach, but the most important thing in this sect is patience and patience. “

The clouds and mist churned and obscured the small valley below, and there were several weeping willows in the valley, a deep water on the edge of the weeping willows, and a thatched hut by the pond. The door of the thatched hut opened, and out came an old monk in black, the old monk should be over seventy years old, looking ordinary, no Buddha light cover, no essence exposed, no ordinary old man.

The black-clothed old monk stood in front of the thatched hut, silent for a long time, as if he was one with the weeping willows of the thatched hut and the deep water of the tan, he looked up at the sky, and said softly: "Descending dragon, long time no see." (To be continued.) )