"Amitabha!" Zhiqiu Yiye asked, the old monk with sallow and thin cheeks with heavy steps and light steps is to recite the Dharma name with his hands together, not as peaceful as the dragon centipede contains indescribable weirdness, but real peace and compassion, and then glanced at the disciple beside him, and said with a serene smile: "Baiyun, go, there is no need to accompany the teacher anymore!" Go ahead! ”

It's no longer the little monk with a swollen head, a blue nose and a swollen face, hearing the gentle voice of the master, the immature face with a velvet beard is full of sorrow, his hands are folded and he bows respectfully, and whispers: "Master~, Baiyun has gone!" ”

The old monk bowed kindly, brushed his palm slightly over his bright head, and waved his hand peacefully: "Go!" ”

"Yes~Master!" Bai Yun nodded solemnly, then turned around firmly and walked in the direction where Ning Caichen was. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

And Zhiqiu Yiye looked at Baiyun's situation, couldn't help but widen his eyes, stretched out his fingers and said angrily: "Hey~, old monk, what do you mean, I have a laggard here, no, it's the guy who drags my hind legs!" What do you mean by asking this little monk to come over? ”

"The law is taught to pass on ~ the root vein is also needed!" The old monk smiled and saluted, and without waiting for the other party's reaction, he just stepped forward, obviously just lifting a foot, but when the foot fell, a golden lotus appeared out of thin air, and the figure of the old monk had already appeared a hundred meters away, and a few steps were already a small point.

"Divine Foot! It's still the divine foot of the lotus step by step in the realm of perfection, mother, why are there so many old monsters today! Looking at the situation of the old monk, Qiu Yiye was shocked and lost his voice, and it was not until a little monk came in front of him to pay homage to himself that he reacted, gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice: "Hey~, old monk, you just throw your apprentice to me, tell me, you are from that mountain and that temple, what is your name, otherwise where will I put this little monk!" ”

"Poor monk Fahua, as for the apprentice, there is no need to send it again, when he should go, he will naturally leave, and when he should not leave, he should naturally not leave! Amitabha! ”

"Hokke? Hokke? I seem to have heard the master say it, said it! Why can't you remember it for a while? Hokke ......? ”

Zhiqiu Yiye muttered in thought, but his body was suddenly shocked, only to see that the direction in which the old monk disappeared just now suddenly shone with brilliant golden light, and a golden dragon silently condensed and circled into the air, and suddenly fell and disappeared, but the golden light disappeared like the sun, and a peaceful voice came from it: "Although it is created in the day~ but it has the fate of the law, today the law is self-contained, I will not go to hell~ Who goes to hell, Amitabha!" ”

"The consummation of the six senses ~ Luo Han fruit position! It's still the throne of the Arhat of the Dragon, Goodong! Zhiqiu Yiye swallowed his saliva in disbelief, suddenly thought of something, and shouted again with wide eyes: "Fahua? Famen Temple Holy Monk Fahua, I ......"

Zhiqiu Yiye's words of surprise and disbelief suddenly stopped, his palm stretched out and stroked the patriarch's magic sword, his body trembled, his teeth were biting deeply, his eyes were deep and he slowly looked at the little monk in front of him, and asked with difficulty: "When your master is leaving, can you take the treasure of your Buddhist family?" ”

Bai Yun's face was calm when he heard the voice, and he slowly shook his head and looked down in silence, but it was the state of the monks who did not speak, and if they did not speak, they would not answer, and if they should not be, they would not answer.

"Huh......" Zhiqiu Yiye took a deep breath, looked down at Ning Caichen, who was kneeling silently, and his palm was instantly slashed around his neck, thrown directly on his back, and the trick in his hand was firmly shouted: "Heaven and earth are a Taiji, Yin and Yang are born and the gossip is born, and the nine palaces are connected to the town of Sumeru, and this road leads by the law!" Qian-Kun-reverse-turn, the road to the underworld ~ open! ”

"Boom~~" Drinking the Dharma Legend, the tribulation of the space here was broken again, cracking out a netherworld channel, with the opening of the netherworld channel, Zhiqiu Yiye's deep eyes were flashing a trace of clear light, originally just the usual eye pupils had two more black dots, as if there was an extra pair of eye pupils, the heavy pupils that only a saint would have blinked twice, Zhiqiu Yiye's body jumped directly into the channel, and his mouth shouted eagerly: "Master~, wait for me!" ”

"Amitabha!" Zhiqiu Yiye entered the netherworld passage, the little monk Baiyun couldn't help but silently recite a Buddha horn in his mouth, and a golden finger bone relic appeared silently in his hand, and he clenched it with guilt, and also walked into the netherworld passage.

Zhiqiu Yiye and the little monk Baiyun entered the netherworld passage, wanting to rush to the place where he saw as soon as possible with the slow flow of time in the underworld, and in the desolate Lanruo Temple of Jinhua Mountain, a sword that reached the sky like a substance suddenly rose, and there was a high song along with the sword rising to the sky.

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao Dao!

Heaven and earth! Humane Kendo!

The underworld, the white path, the ecliptic, the equator!

Left and right! There is no way!

Everybody says! He was very Taoist!

Phew~Bah~Phew~Phew~Phew! Nonsense - gossip!

There is also a way to be a saint~ There is also a way to steal! Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha!

Ikebana tea ceremony, huh?

**Yangdao, ha!

The evil door is crooked, and the time comes, and the side door is left, and there is a way to make money!

Put me together, it is inhumane, a thief in the ocean, and it is rampant and domineering. Oppose~!

There is a way in life, and there is a way in death! I plead with myself! I ask for myself—I say! ”

The last two words were firmly spoken, and the sword that penetrated the sky was lost in an instant, and there was only an old figure with a white beard and a gray beard, he was Yan Chixia!

Yan Chixia did not have the longevity of a cultivator at this time, but his back was straighter than a sword, and his body was sharp and piercing, and where he was watching, there was a substantial sword light condensed into the sky, and his footsteps turned into a sword light and rose into the sky, leaving only a sword roar: "You and other demons and monsters ~ people from foreign lands, such a calamity, they should be cut with a sword!" ”

Yan Chixia is naturally not stupid, as early as the beginning, he found out the strangeness of the demon dragon team, but because he was seriously injured, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and because of this, when the old demon of Montenegro appeared, he would sit peacefully on the side to repair the severely injured body, and now he only cultivates the art but does not cultivate the Tao, and the self-way that will turn into a dry bone body in a hundred years vows to return the world to a bright and clear world, and kill demons without Taoism!

Yan Chixia turned into a sword light and rose into the sky, the Jinhua Mountain suddenly shook, the mountain peaks fell down countless trees and floated without a shadow, only a green and black person slowly condensed, but it was the tree spirit grandmother Yuan Shen Facheng, get rid of the shackles of the demon body, and no longer can only live in a remote place and cannot leave the Jinhua Mountain area, this world is at its mercy.

"Demon Emperor~, quack!" Grandma's mouth let out a weird laugh of yin and yang, her eyes were cold and resentful looking at the black gravel in her palm, and between its light jumps, her thick tongue suddenly stretched out and swallowed it in her mouth, and just about to chew it, she spit on the ground with a disgusted face, and sneered: "Black Mountain, I can cultivate to the realm of the Demon Emperor, thanks to the demonic energy on your body, for your sake, today Grandma I will spare you a stone life, I hope you have the opportunity to become a demon!" Rattle! ”

The tree spirit grandma smiled and swiped her tongue full of pimple lines, and her body instantly disappeared into the ground, and when the pebble shook and buried deep underground, she roared sharply: "From now on, nothing can command my grandma, and there is no demon worthy of my resentment, and it will be turned into nutrients for my rhizome to be devoured by me!" Ah~ lawless! ”

The tree spirit grandmother screamed sharply and hoarsely, and the countless plants and trees in the direction she traveled were all devoured essence, and the ashes were annihilated and there was no survival.

The last ray of light in the sky full moon was swallowed, the whole world was completely turned into darkness, the sky was gloomy, and the ancient temple on a lonely mountain suddenly shook the golden light, and the Buddha's light sprinkled all over the lonely mountain was full of evil and ferocity, and once again steamed out a blood-black demonic qi instantly submerged the Buddha's light, and there was also a gloomy and piercing hiss in the ancient temple.

"Ah, the tengu devours the moon, messing with my Danding mystery, I'm going to show up! Squeak~~"

"Boom ......" piercing hiss came out from afar, the ancient temple shattered in an instant, a behemoth peerless demon insect ambushed on the ruins of the temple, the earth cracked, its thousands of meters of insect body continued to tremble majestic red light, just the dynasty dragon qi it had absorbed in the past two hundred years.

The body of the insect is majestic and bright, but its head is still a blood-black color, sharp as the fierce fangs of the mountain peak stone sword rubbing, the thick insect whiskers are constantly swinging and dancing, the air sneers and shows black lines, the behemoth is full of sharp and long legs of the demon body, with the trembling hard armor has broken and overflowed with green blood, as time has passed, his breath has gradually weakened, but its blood-black head has begun to condense pure dragon qi.

"If you want to turn into a dragon, don't think about it forever!" The dragon dragon frantically absorbed the dragon qi of the dynasty, and Zhuge Wolong, who was in the palace of the capital, could naturally clearly perceive it, looking at the desolate Jinluan Palace and the current emperor whose eyes began to be dull, Zhuge Wolong's face was calm and empty, and he shouted solemnly: "It is not an exaggeration to write down the book of heaven and earth, and write the book on behalf of the sky." This is the book of the sages! The holy book of ancient times - "Zhou Yi"! Zhentian fiefdom - Dingshan River! ”

Calm and drunk, a golden and simple book rose between heaven and earth, the holy book was in the air and no one turned it over, the dry earthquake Kangen, Kun Xun was the first to condense and float in the sky, and then Tunmeng needed to litigate, and the forty-eight hexagrams of the division were also lifted into the air, and the sixty-four hexagrams of the hexagram were condensed and dissipated in the air, and the turbulent and inexplicable sky was also instantly quiet, restored to a clear and clear state.

Sixty-four hexagrams are guarded by the sky, and the three hundred and eighty-four hexagrams are also born and falling, directly submerged into the underground radiation mystery, and the hexagrams are connected to the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers are stagnant for a moment before there is a sound again.

The sky is clear, the mountains and rivers are fixed, and Zhuge Wolong once again pointed solemnly: "The major events of the ancients, only worship and Rong, Shangshu - now!" ”

"Bing Ge is the leader, only Sun Wu! Sun Tzu's Art of War – Out! ”

The book of war is revealed, the war horse gallops and the army is killed, the mighty sound spreads all over the ears of all beings, and the people with weak hearts are all boiling with blood as if they are in the center of the battlefield, and they want to fight and fight, until Zhuge Wolong connects the void again, and he gasps and is frightened.

"Fight with a plan, but take the lead! Thirty-six tactics, Sima Art of War, Wu Zi's Art of War, Wei Zhenzi's Art of War, Liutao Art of War, Kong Ming's Art of War, Cheap Sixteen Strategies, Li Weigong asked right! The book of ten soldiers stands in the world~ This world should be a soldier! Stop the war! ”