Under the deep well, there is a narrow corridor that is not too wide, and there are ever-bright lamps burning on both sides of the corridor, and the faint light of the fire illuminates the entire corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a wide throne carved from green jade, which is three meters high, and it is said to be a throne, but it is more like a huge stage, which is enough for a person to perform tricks. If you could sit firmly on this throne, how big would your ass be?

A mad monk with a stench all over his body sat on it, reached into the tattered monk's robe and scratched his armpits, and looked at the dozens of people sitting down with a smile, looking like a monkey.

Behind the green jade throne, there are two white jade doors with carved dragons and phoenixes, and there are faint lights behind the doors.

There were two scorched marks in front of the dozens of people standing in the corridor under the Qingyu Throne, and a little closer inspection could tell that they were human appearances, as if two people were burned there.

If you get used to the darkness in this corridor, you can see a bald monk sitting cross-legged under the shadow of the Jade Throne.

This monk's face looks no different from ordinary people, and even the more he looks at it, the more he looks like an old farmer, this old farmer is not eyebrows, he looks sad, and his eyes are a little dull, as if he has a knot in his heart that has not been untied.

Those dozens of people were the team composed of the eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillars, one of Zhao Ming's subordinates and one of Yao Zhifeng's subordinates just shot to get rid of the old farmer, but before they could reach the old farmer's side, they were burned to ashes.

This made the eldest grandchildren of the twelve pillars all stop one by one.

The old peasant-like monk said with a sad face: "Go back, you can't go through this road." ”

The Twelve Pillars are the most apex existence of this country, and each of them is a successor cultivated by the family's painstaking efforts, so these eldest grandchildren have already experienced countless tribulations, even if they face life and death at this time, their faces still do not change, and none of them here are of a bad breed.

Wu Qi opened his mouth and said, "This master, I don't know that you are practicing on that mountain? I have some connections with Buddhism, and maybe I have something to do with you, Master. ”

The old peasant-like monk did not speak, and the crazy monk on the Qingyu throne grinned and said, "Our pair of monks, if we don't go up the mountain or enter the sea, we will practice in this well." ”

"I remember that some people used to laugh at me sitting in a well and watching the sky, and it was difficult to achieve cultivation, but they didn't know the way, although the sky is so big, what is the difference between the sky on the well and the sky in other places?

That sounds reasonable.

A person can understand the sky above his head, but he doesn't understand the sky above his head, but he always wants to understand the whole sky, and the final result is a bamboo basket to draw water.

However, the words of the Zen family are always flickering left and right, this can be done or that, how to say how reasonable, and those who believe in these truths are all idiots.

Tujun is a soldier's habit, there are not so many twists and turns, and he said directly: "Monk, we have to go in to find Lin Zhi, if you don't let us in, it's okay, can you ask him to come out and say a few words to us?"

The monk on the Qingyu throne showed a look of embarrassment and said: "He is now busy saving his mother inside, at this time, don't say it's me, even if the Buddha comes in person, please don't move him, tsk, otherwise you shout a few times, if he wants to come out, he will naturally come out." If I don't come out, I can't help it. ”

Dong Tianhua covered his nose with a handkerchief, and from such a distance, he actually felt that he could still smell the stench of the mad monk on the Qingyu throne, which made him quite unbearable with a habit of cleanliness, and said: "Old thing, if you get out of the way, you get out of the way, are we really people who are good at talking? Believe it or not, I walked over on your corpse?"

The crazy monk smiled, pulled out the hand that was scratching and rubbing in the armpit, and an extra mud egg appeared on his fingertips, and flicked his fingers towards Dong Tianhua, and the two men and a woman behind Dong Tianhua hurriedly made a move, but after all, they were a line slower.

snapped, and the mud egg hit Dong Tianhua's brain, and a stench of annoyance suddenly hit, so smoked that Dong Tianhua almost vomited.

What's even worse is that the mud and eggs were pasted on Dong Tianhua's head, Dong Tianhua hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but the thing was like oil, and the more it was wiped, the more it spread, so that Dong Tianhua's forehead was pitch black, and the handkerchief on Dong Tianhua's forehead couldn't be rubbed off.

Dong Tianhua stretched out his hand to draw the short knife on his waist, wanting to cut off the flesh on his forehead, Dong Tianhua's cleanliness habit made him never accept that there was such a dirty thing on his head.

At this time, a woman behind Qin Chuan, who had been weak since he was a child and had not seen much change after eating countless medicinal stones, whispered something, Qin Chuan coughed and nodded.

The woman immediately stepped forward, stretched out her hand to Dong Tianhua's forehead, and like a long siphon of water, she collected the dark foul-smelling mud from Dong Tianhua's head.

Dong Tianhua stopped at this time, hurriedly threw away the dirty handkerchief, and replaced it with a new one before looking at Qin Chuan and nodding slightly.

The woman took the mud ball and said, "Senior, this rootless pure land shouldn't be so bad, right?"

The mad monk on the Qingyu throne was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Now there are still people who know the Dao of the Pure Land without roots? I thought that all the people who knew the Dao of the Dao had broken their heads and ran to the immortal realm to find their deaths." Little doll, you are good, this rootless pure land will be given to you!"

As the word was spitted out, the foul-smelling dirty mud suddenly exuded a refreshing fragrance, and it turned into a purple-red pill in the woman's hand, the fragrance was pervasive, and when you sniffed it, she felt that the whole body was comfortable, and Qin Chuan suddenly sweated profusely, and the impurities on his body were constantly discharged along the pores.

The woman was slightly happy, bowed down and thanked the mad monk, then stood behind Qin Chuan and whispered a few words, Qin Chuan showed a puzzled look on his face and looked at the mad monk.

However, Qin Chuan did feel that as he sweated profusely, his chronic illness did seem to be a little better, and the strength in his body was a little more than before.

But he didn't dare to swallow this strange thing, let alone the dirty mud that the mad monk rubbed out of his armpits.

Whether the things are good or not, when he goes back, naturally some people will help him study it carefully, and he is not in a hurry at this moment.

At this time, the only woman among the eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillars, Zhou Jiaojiao of the Zhou family, said as delicately as her name: "This monk uncle, we have to see Lin Zhi no matter what, the lotus seeds of the night charm golden lotus in his hand can prolong the life of my grandfather, and the hope of being a descendant is that grandpa and father will live a long and healthy life. If Uncle Monk has any needs, you can say it, and we can always help Uncle fulfill his wishes. ”

The mad monk plucked out his ears when he heard this, and still smiled hippiely: "Little girl, the last thing I want to see among these people is you, the mouth is not right, you better not open your mouth, as soon as you open your mouth, I hate the sound!" said the mad monk put his little thumb to his lips and blew away the dirt on it with a poof.

Zhou Jiaojiao frowned slightly, but then kept silent, the trace of displeasure and ruthlessness on her face flashed, and she still looked delicate and weak.

The eldest grandchildren of the twelve pillars in the field have a deep understanding of each other, and they are always compared with each other by their parents, so to speak, they have been listening to which of the twelve eldest grandchildren has grown up since birth.

Therefore, no one present will be confused by Zhou Jiao's delicate and delicate appearance, disguise is a woman's natural ability, just like makeup, it is a means to confuse others.

Who doesn't know that Zhou Jiaojiao is skilled, the Zhou family is one of the three major martial arts families in the twelve pillars, Zhou Jiaojiao is even more true, a thunderbolt palm can penetrate the gold and stone, and this woman is very good at camouflage, and the heart is extremely vicious, it is a very difficult existence to deal with, so the eldest grandsons of the other eleven pillars take special care of her, I don't know Lu Dao still thinks that it is because she is the only woman, who knows Lu Dao, and understands that everyone does not want to offend this girl, even if it is Tu Jun, they dare not offend this girl, when she was a child, this girl used to carry a kitchen knife all over the world to chase and cut Tu Jun。

That year, Zhou Jiaojiao had not grown up, and she had not disguised herself as Jiaodidi, and she had to leave for many years when she joined the army......

It's not a way to hold each other like this, time is for the eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillar Stones, every second of delay is equivalent to the lotus seed of the Night Charm Golden Lotus being one kilometer away from them.

Seeing that the reason didn't make sense, the eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillars Stone glanced at each other, and then said a few words to their subordinates, each eldest grandson was followed by three strange people, except for the two who were lying on the ground and turned into ashes, at this time, they all took a step, and the vitality of their bodies skyrocketed, and even a few of them were cultivators of the Gang Qi realm, and the Gang Qi was swimming in the air like a line.

It's a hard way to go!

The monk with a sad face under the green jade throne sighed slightly, and suddenly stood up, the wide dirty monk's robe was like iron, not as soft as the slightest bit of cloth should be, and the folds on it were like steel.

"This road doesn't work, why don't you believe it?" The sad monk still wanted to persuade these people away, but unfortunately the power of words could never compare to the fist.

Just like the eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillars said that if they don't move the two monks, they have to do it. Force is always the most effective and the most effective means.

At this time, the more than thirty immortal cultivators exerted their strength in unison, each exerting their magical powers, and slammed towards the monk with a sad face.

The monk's robe on the monk's body suddenly swelled out, like a huge ball, and the monk spoke: "All kinds of fate, all kinds of silence. ”

With the monk's words, a huge swastika suddenly flew out of the monk's palms, and this swastika was like a wall, slowly floating towards the dozens of attacks.