The little Buddha does not get rid of the endless troubles, this is the truth that everyone agrees on, but this person is as cunning as a fox, as fast as a tiger, as cunning as a rabbit, as quiet as a virgin, everything is planned and then moved, looking up to the world, the affairs of the world, the rise and fall of the sect, the change of dynasties and the blood and lives of countless people, are just a chess piece in his hands, where will let us seize the position.

Although it fell short because of the immediate intervention of the Tibetan Lama and the senior brother, he finally jumped out of the encirclement and fled, and there was no news.

I leaned out, looked at the cliff, and then looked at the Treasure Cave King, and knew that if this old lama did not chase after him, it would be in vain for us to chase and kill, and I could not say that I would return it to the anti-ambush by the way - after all, this hand played the most slippery, and it could be regarded as his little Buddha.

The little Buddha couldn't catch up, but the rest of the evil spirit cultists still had many people staying in the dense forest, and they didn't evacuate out of the mountain in time, and they couldn't catch big fish, small shrimp or something, don't let it go, this is called the vitality of the enemy, after all, among those people, there are not only the elite masters of the evil spirit sect accumulated over the years, but also many cultivators who have been practicing penance in the valley of death for many years.

With such an enemy, if you destroy one less than one, the little Buddha's destruction plan will have a lot less help, and you can't even catch a few high-level figures equivalent to the twelve demon stars.

We turned back to the other side to continue the siege, and the Treasure Cave King seemed to have suffered some injuries in the battle with the little Buddha, or disdained to fight the evil spirit cultists who were far inferior to him, and jumped and drifted away. However, the Treasure Cave Dharma King left, Jiang Bai and they didn't go together, with this group of red-clothed lamas pressing the formation, it also added a little help, with the assembly led by the senior brother, most of the scattered people in the dense forest have returned to the main army, and I and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao together with other master teams, launched the most rear-end attack on the enemy.

By noon, the Cult had been completely defeated, and it could no longer form a concentrated resistance.

After that, there was basically no business for us, and helicopters kept crossing the sky overhead, chasing after the cultists who tried to escape, and more of the search power was handed over to the Religious Affairs Bureau and the relevant military.

After a night of fighting, plus a whole morning, even the iron-beaten man was a little unbearable, I and Miscellaneous Xiaodao did not participate in the follow-up operations, but together with others, we were arranged near the temporary headquarters, a very simple tent to rest, not long after the senior brother came over, we got up, and asked the senior brother how the situation was?

The senior brother's face was a little serious, and he said that the bodies of Uncle Tai and the other senior brothers had been confirmed, and they had just been transported by someone, and Zen Master Dongbiao and Deputy Director Zhang, who was in charge of leading the team on this trip, were also found, and all of them were killed in battle, but they were also heroic.

Dong Biao Zen Master didn't talk about it, he died a heroic death, and he should sing praises, but that cold-faced Director Zhang really annoyed the senior brother, because of this fiasco, if it weren't for this person's greed, so many masters would not have died in the vast dense forest on the bank of the Jinsha River, and Dong Biao Zen Master and Elder Maoshan Chuan Gong may not die for a long time.

But this is the case in our country, if a person does not die, it is a natural thing to carry a black pot and a big bag, and once he dies, it is a heroic sacrifice, a martyr, and it is basically difficult to pursue anything, after all, if a person dies, it is a hundred. I heard that the body of Deng Zhendong, the elder of the Gong Chuan, was found, and several Maoshan disciples such as Xiao Yingyan and Li Yunqi, who were with us, got up and followed outside.

They were more or less injured, and some of them even had some difficulty getting up, but they still held on to their spirits and walked out, and the miscellaneous hair trail followed the senior brother to lead, and when they went out, they ran into buns, this heartless bear child played with Duoduo and them, and they didn't know which horn Lu Dao took out a panda cub from which horn, and held it in his arms like a doll, giggling and laughing.

Her cultivation is not bad, but she has always been protected by her sister-in-law, and she doesn't know that her master has fallen, and she is excited to show me the red panda in her arms at this time, and the fat bun has a bright smile on her face.

But we didn't have the heart to tease her now, and walked straight to the place where the body was parked. It was behind a small mountain bag, in the shade, and the Elder Chuangong was placed on a stretcher, covering his face with a white cloth, and the other people next to him were not treated so well, all of them were stacked together, which made people instantly lift the atmosphere and down.

Baozi's simple and childish smile stopped the moment the white cloth was lifted in the miscellaneous hair path, and the appearance of the original immortal wind Dao bone transmission elder at this moment was really a little miserable, the whole head was deflated, and the body was like a dry corpse.

This is the appearance of being sucked by the golden silkworm Gu, but Baozi recognized from the face of this ugly dry corpse that this is his own master, and threw the black and white, cute and cute red panda in his arms directly aside, he didn't care about the baby's whimper, rushed forward, hugged his own master and cried, crying and shouting: "Master, master, Fengfeng will no longer steal chicken feet, don't cry and go down the mountain, and don't pull your beard while you sleep, you wake up quickly, don't ignore Fengfeng......"

Baozi's immature voice recalled in the small mountain bag behind this back, I strained my face, my eyes shifted from the corpse of the elder to the side, seeing this corpse one after another, thinking that behind these are the broken families, joys and sorrows, they originally had the right to live in this world, bask in the same sunshine with us, breathe the same air, but at this moment, the ghost has returned to the underworld, and there is no time to return......

Looking at the corpses of these fellow disciples, the tooth bag of the miscellaneous hair trail bit tightly, gurgling, seeing that the bun was almost crying, and the sister-in-law who went to pull her also wept and became a tearful person, he suddenly turned the thunder punishment upside down, and the sharp blade slashed towards his palm, and the blood flowed directly down the blade.

Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao wiped the blood on his forehead, and said with hatred: "I, Xiao Keming, have made a vow again, I must kill the little Buddha and avenge Uncle Taishi, if I violate this oath, my soul will not return to the underworld, and I will fall into perdition forever!" ”

He was angry for a while, and swore a blood oath, and the people next to him followed suit, determined to get rid of the little Buddha and avenge those comrades who died tragically.

Why bin Laden was able to confront the U.S. government that dominates the world for ten years is not because he is strong enough to compete with a superpower, but because he is elusive and has no bottom line in doing things, which is a headache. Anger can rejuvenate the fighting spirit, but things still have to be done, the senior brother took a deep look at Xiao Yingyan, the sister-in-law who took care of the buns, and then pulled me and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao to the side to discuss the matter.

On the top of the hill, the elder brother squinted his eyes to look at the somewhat gloomy sky, and then told us that he had already talked to the succubus, and that under the condition of ensuring her life safety and freedom, the succubus was willing to cooperate with all the actions and investigations of the Religious Affairs Bureau, but she didn't trust others, and this matter needed me and Miscellaneous Xiaodao to be a Chinese person.

This matter is not difficult, but Zamao Xiaodao still wants to get to the bottom of it, and asks the senior brother, if this matter is over, what are they going to do with the succubus?

Senior Brother was silent for a while, touched his chin and said lightly: "Although the succubus is an important backbone of the Evil Spirit Sect, and there are countless things committed, there are not many murders, and the kind of thing she is good at, in fact, there are still many people who are interested, so her ending, as long as she doesn't die, she won't die......"

The elder brother said vaguely, but the so-called lewd things, the world thinks they are evil, but in the eyes of a certain level of people, it is not a matter, on the contrary, there are many people who will rush to it, and once the succubus can grasp the momentum, maybe it will be able to soar into the sky......

The world is like this, and we are powerless to change it, so we don't talk about it, the senior brother glanced at Brother Long, who was more than ten meters away from me, and asked in a low voice: "I was in a hurry just now, I forgot to ask you, what is the origin of your friend, why do I look at it and panic?" ”

I didn't hide it from the senior brother, I told him the origin of Brother Long, I heard the identity of Brother Long's temple guard, and now he has become my bodyguard, even the senior brother who is used to seeing the world, was taken aback, held it for a long time, put his thumb up, and said two words with difficulty: "Awesome!" ”

We stayed at the bottom of the Jinsha River for three days, and finally cleared the remnants of the Evil Spirit Sect left behind, but the last count found that although the Evil Spirit Sect was greatly damaged, there were still many important people who were not caught and were at large.

The Treasure Cave King continued to track, and the Religious Affairs Bureau even used the army, helicopters, and the vast sea of the people's war, but he still lost the direction of the little Buddha and the others, and the fat worm finally fell asleep again because he had eaten too much. In December 2012, we had been in Xichuan for a long time, and Senior Brother had also transferred to the imperial capital to lead the work of the special team for the prevention and control of the evil spirits.