There are some people, although they are in the red dust, but their souls have been clothed in robes.

Some people, although they are in the Buddha Gate, have their robes and souls stained together.

Just like at the beginning, in the mountains outside the five counties of Panyang, the winter snow covered the sky, and how many frozen bones were buried under the snow, can anyone know?

Chen Yuzhi probed his palm, thunder intent continued to breed in the palm of his hand, Li Xiyang saw this scene, threw the thunder peachwood sword high, jumped away with it, and shouted with the outer seal of the hand knot: "Go up to the nine gates, knock on the nine truths, Taishang Liuyun is as urgent as the law!"

A palm thunderbolt slashed into the body of the peachwood sword, and under the guidance of Xiao Zamao, dozens of thunderbolts staggered and slashed directly at the little ghost. Li Xiyang frowned, he couldn't bear to be so ruthless, but he was helpless, there are many compromises in the world, all between giving up and reluctance, it is not the cold wind that freezes people, but the whole trillions of eternal catastrophe and lingering winter.

Lei Fa and Taoism combined, Xiao Zamao and Qing Yi sighed together, there was no jingle bell and children's weird laughter downstairs in the flower basket, and the old monk had no smile at all, looking at people with sadness.

He didn't expect that the green-shirted swordsman would also thunder the law, nor did he expect that the seriously injured Taoist would also come to intervene, refining the little ghost is quite troublesome, after the fire needs to be brushed with corpse oil, half a year before he can turn into a Buddha boy, many years of hard work once destroyed, the old monk is angry, his hands are folded like an evil Buddha, the wooden door of the meditation room upstairs in the flower basket is wide open, several statues of evil Buddhas on all sides are angry and hideous, and the cold Sanskrit sound is endless.

"I said, in Rinzanji Temple, there is only one dead end under your feet!"

"Old bald donkey, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?"

Sanskrit sound is a little disturbing, and the pressure of the evil Buddha is also overwhelming, the old monk did not spare any strength, the green shirt pulled out the black sword, the shadowless Qinggang and the Sanmao sword jue intersected, and directly cut the head of the old monk.

The robe is flying between the dead air, the old monk looks at people with evil Buddhism, four sides, eight ears, eight arms, one hand holding the flag, one hand holding the conch, the bright wheel and the Zen staff and other magic instruments are on the eight arms, if the old monk was a yin and yang face before, then at this time has become a yin and yang people, mercy, compassion, anger, sorrow four phases have their own merits, but the four expressions do not belong to the world, especially the two of them are kind, showing three points of flattery, making people look disgusting.

Qinggang and the sword technique were absorbed by the conch, Chen Yuzhi frowned and cursed secretly, why are the enemies he encounters so powerful every time...... The dragon's chant shook the sky, disturbing the monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and shaking the water of the small river in Sioux City.

"Tyrannosaurus Groan!"

The dragon shadow swept towards the old monk, Brother Cai's eyes widened, as if he was watching the gods fight, Chen Xiaojiu was extraordinary, he knew that he was extraordinary, but at this time, the sword moves could no longer be described as extraordinary, shocking! In addition to the shock, Brother Cai had no other thoughts, he stared at the black sword in the green shirt, and found a way out for himself, if the wine saint is unwilling to accept himself as an apprentice, then it is also a good choice to worship Chen Xiaojiu as a teacher, study swordsmanship together during the day, drink and have fun together at night, if it is a whim, he can also pour out the secret techniques in the room to each other, for this he is a clear door, definitely better than the green shirt.

Li Xiyang was ruthless, maybe it was the Ruotang girl on the side, maybe it was the pressure brought by the old bald donkey, Maoshan Xiaodao held the sword and looked up to the moon, bent his knees to the ground, his arms were spread like a wine fairy, completely ignoring the injuries and blood stains behind him, and he went forward with the tyrannosaurus chanting, like a boat swaying in the water, the tip of the peach wood sword was a little red, the sword in his hand was like a fairy sword, the moon in the sky was like a flower bud, the winter wind was powerless and a hundred flowers remained, but the Taoism was not like countless in the world, and the small miscellaneous hairs were born on the tips of the lotus, hidden in the shadow of the dragon.

The dragon chant shook the old monk back a few feet, and the tip of the sword flashed, directly attacking the old monk's compassionate appearance.

Above the eight arms, the bright wheel bloomed a dark purple, and the conch came out with a hollow sword sound, Chen Yuzhi shouted: "Little miscellaneous hair, retreat!"

The toe of the robe focused on the ground, shattered a green brick, turned over and fell back. The old monks on all sides held the conch high, and the Qinggang and the sword technique that had been sucked into it before went against the grain, and they all attacked towards the broken Dao robe. This move was unexpected by both of them, Chen Yuzhi wanted to resist for the other party, but he was powerless.

The black shadow flashed, hugged Li Xiyang in his arms, and jumped to the side, his body was smart and elegant, and the butterfly hosta came into view, who else could it be if it wasn't Ruotang girl......

Heroes often save beauty, but beauty saves robes are rare, Li Xiyang felt the temperature in Ruotang's arms, as shy as a little lady, and looked like she was picking.

Ruotang left Brother Cai, who was trembling in the yin wind, and his heart was clear, thinking only about how to save Li Xiyang...... Although the thief did not teach Ruotang martial arts, he left a book of "Twelve Nights Secret Talk" to her, during which there are countless anecdotes and strange things in the rivers and lakes recorded, and the number of twelve can be split into three and nine, which is the meaning of "three teachings and nine streams", talking about one teaching for one night, twelve nights, recording all kinds of obscure secret talks in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, because the three religions and nine streams look at the superficial, so it was changed to twelve.

Ruotang hadn't put down the robe in his arms, so he shouted at the green shirt: "Go to the flower basket building and destroy the golden body of the evil Buddha on all sides, otherwise the thief and this old bald donkey can be invincible in the Rinshan Temple!"

Chen Yuzhi did not hesitate, if he missed the opportunity, the consequences were unimaginable, he stepped down, swayed straight into the flower basket building, the anger of the old monk on all sides looked directly at the green shirt, such as the majesty of the angry King Kong, one of the eight arms held up the Zen staff, the lotus bud at the end of the stick was sharp and abnormal, the Zen staff turned into an arrow, and appeared in the night sky like a meteor under the blessing of the angry eyes of the King Kong Dharma, and its momentum was fierce, comparable to the burning arrow of Huang Tianxin in Lugu Mountain that day.

The momentum behind the green shirt is like a mountain, if he is hit, the penetration is light, and it is absolutely impossible to live, but he did not look back, and he completely handed over his back to Xiao Zamao, this is trust...... If you want to say that life and death are fake, Chen Yuzhi wants to live more than anyone else, and no matter how many confidants are waiting for him, he will say that his attachment and cherishment of this great mountain and river, since he experienced it outside Dingbei City, Qingshan has already had the answer in his heart, and why don't he turn back today?

Li Xiyang saw Chen Yuzhi swaying up, and broke free directly from Ruotang's arms, with a resolute face that was not afraid of pain, the green shirt was only to destroy the golden body of the evil Buddha, and he only needed to do one thing, that is, to buy time for him!

The tattered robe flattens the peachwood sword on both shoulders, and the knock word trick reappears in Rinzan Temple!

The lightning struck the peachwood sword lightly, the King Kong Zen staff was deflected by three points, and most of it was submerged into the bricks and soil under the flower basket downstairs under the boom, Chen Yuzhi raised the corners of his mouth and said: "Worship, continue to worship!

Solving the crisis for the green shirt, Li Xiyang did not hesitate, knelt heavily on his knees, and then raised the peachwood sword flat, knocked his forehead on the green brick, and the crack spread from one brick to another. The robe was bitter in his heart, if he said that he worshiped the sky and the sea, it was reasonable, but today he had no choice but to kneel in front of the old bald donkey of the Rinshan Temple.

Under a knock, the color of the heaven and the earth changed, the night sky of Rinshan Temple was swept away, the old monks on all sides could not bear the pressure, and they also knelt heavily on the ground, and then they wailed bitterly, and the eight-armed magic weapon was dead against the green bricks, wanting to support the old monks on all sides, this evil Buddha is also a Buddha, how can he kneel in the mortal world, Li Xiyang ignored Ruotang looking at himself on the side, and said angrily: "The Taoist master is on the bar with you!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Xiao Zamao smashed the green brick in front of him, knocked his forehead, and a handful of green silk spontaneously hung down on the side of his face, Ruotang half-opened his cherry mouth, dumbfounded......