No one found that Ah Meng, who had always rejected Tong Jie, suddenly became intimate with Tong Jie.

The next day, the first ray of sunshine in the morning took away Cheng Qian's father and son, who came quietly and went quietly.

Dao Mu and they looked at the map on the table, each bowed his head and was silent, Li Huanyan's eyes were scorching, Dao Mu was deep and bottomless, and Tong Boyu was not shocked. Tong Jie and Ah Meng are relying on each other, Ah Meng is climbing on the big futon, and Tong Jie relies on Ah Meng to meditate, just like the usual Daomu.

The sun rises in the east, and the warm sun shines into the patio, and through the eaves to the temple, but not into the depths of the temple. Dao Mu's seven-foot body is like a mountain that pierces the sky, and the sunlight is blocked behind him.

"Let's go. Dao Mu propped his hands on the table, and the moment he got up, the sunlight poured into the temple like a golden wave.

At this moment, the last haze of darkness dissipated, and the sunlight plated the entire temple with a layer of gold. The statue of the god is solemn and lifelike.

Daomu and they were walking on the road, and there were more monks than yesterday, all pointing fingers at Daomu. Or the Taoist is the devil who puts down the butcher's knife, or the Taoist is a cursed person, or the sin of the previous life is rewarded in this life.

Dao Mu frowned and grimaced, as if he didn't like this kind of onlookers, put his hands behind his back, and strode away. Li Huanyan and the others followed closely behind, and disappeared with a gust of wind.

Sky burial platform.

It is called a platform, which really does not match.

From the very beginning, the Celestial Burial Platform was a large-scale town, a place for the reincarnation of Buddhas and Nirvana.

With the birth of Yejia Buddha, the Heavenly Burial Platform quickly grew into a Heavenly Burial City, with more foreign mortals and monks than local monks and Buddhists. Good people and bad people, wandering spirits, demons and monsters, flock to it.

"Just to be reincarnated in the Nine Buddha Kingdom. The corners of Dao Mu's mouth rose, and his blood-colored starry eyes looked around at the surrounding beings, his eyes were dark and dull, like the glowing blood star, but the indifference between his eyebrows and misanthropy disappeared. But his tone was brisk, but it seemed to be talking about the life and death of beasts, and it didn't matter.

Li Huanyan's aura changed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal, immediately smiled and regressed, and naturally chatted with Tong Jie. Tong Boyu did not have any abnormalities, holding the shepherd flute in his right hand and carrying his left hand behind his back, looking like Han Xiangzi, one of the eight immortals.

Dao Mu is like a demonic Lu Dongbin, dressed in red and black, if the dragon skin gold silk black cloak is shaken out, it is simply a heavenly demon in the mortal.

Li Huanyan and Tong Jie have a dusty temperament, far beyond ordinary immortal cultivators, and there is also a long-horned spirit beast similar to a hippopotamus, forming a very strange team.

There are many pedestrians on the road, tea shops, wine shops, and stalls are full of all kinds of people, they are either old and decrepit, or seriously disabled, or terminally ill, there are ordinary people, there are immortal cultivators, there are monsters, there are demon cultivators, and people's common beings can all be found here, but there is no spirit race, only young people are rare.

"Do you think they went to hell and can really follow their wishes?" Tong Boyu had no sympathy for these people, his eyes were disgusted, he frowned, and looked around from time to time.

"Why can't you follow their wishes?" Dao Mu pursed his lips and smiled, pinching the sword finger in his right hand and pointing straight ahead to a large red cloud of blood light, "That is all the sin and karma they washed out, washing away all their sins, and entering the underworld innocently." ”

Hearing this, Tong Boyu sneered disdainfully, looked at those fierce and evil people, not only was he not afraid, but he glared at people. He didn't believe in the words of the Taoist pastor, and bluntly said that in the book of life and death, in the book of merit, there is a person's life, how can he be able to make his wishes come true because he washes away the sins of this life, and you must know how many ghost beings dream of such treatment.

Dao Mu asked Tong Boyu rhetorically, if they can't atone for their sins, then why do they believe in Buddhism, realize Buddha, seek Buddha, and visit Buddha?

Tong Boyu immediately retorted to Dao Mu, these people have serious selfishness, how can they succeed!

Dao Mu's smile became brighter, "That's why you have to put down the butcher's knife in order to become a Buddha." As soon as the words fell, he leapt into the wind, and galloped through the air with half clouds and half mist. "Come!"

Tong Boyu and they showed their magical powers to keep up with the pace of the Taoist pastor, and the colorful auspicious light and mist pierced the sky, attracting people to look up. Ordinary people prostrate themselves and pray to them, believing that a miracle has come. The monks' faces were complicated, both helpless and desperate, and envious and jealous, and then they calmed down, this is fate.

"Another wave of people looking for death?"

"Recently, there have been a lot of foreign immortal cultivators pouring into the Buddha Country, I'm afraid they really want to subvert our Nine Buddha Country?"

"Vega still can't tolerate me after all?"

"I don't know when I prostrate myself on the holy path, kissing the holy place, as if I heard the weeping and roaring of grief. There is a saying in the "Sutra of Misfortune" that this situation and this scene are a sign of the end of the landslide and the earth and the earth. ”

"There are a lot of shepherds and disaster herders, I'm afraid that there is a calamity outbreak in my Buddha country?"

“......”

Dao Mu listened to the sound of the wind in mid-air and galloped into the distance. Tong Boyu was very puzzled why Daomu was like this, although he was very resistant to Daomu as the leader, but he couldn't help but follow Daomu's pace, as if Daomu had tied a rope to him.

Whew, Dao Mu pressed the limelight, and landed steadily on a square stone, and a foul smell of fishy wind poured into the pavement.

"This ......" Tong Boyu and his brother and sister looked at the sea of blood in front of them in horror, but Dao Mu Li Huanyan was indifferent.

"There is a nirvana stone under our feet, go down. Li Huanyan's eyes were blue, and his eyes shuttled between the two worlds of yin and yang, and he saw the different scenes.

Ghost beings bathe in the light of the Buddha and recite the scriptures and practice the Buddha sincerely. They were just being burned under their feet, the soul of the recently dead, he was too weak to get up from the nirvana stone and break away.

Dao Mu recited a mantra of great freedom in death, and stomped lightly three times with his right foot, a lotus fragrance permeated his feet, and the Nirvana Stone condensed a cloud of mist, which dissipated with a gust of wind.

"People who don't know karma in life and compete for the Buddha's leg after death are not so easy to get their wishes. Dao Mu muttered in the direction where the mist dissipated, his expression did not change at all, as if he was talking to Tong Boyu, as if he was talking to the mist, and as if he was talking to the ghost beings.

Li Huanyan and Tong Jie looked at each other, and a strange flash flashed in their eyes. Tong Boyu frowned even deeper, if he didn't sense the strange aura emanating from Yizhuang around him, he couldn't see it.

Dao Mu and Li Huanyan seemed to be able to see it, which made Tong Boyu unacceptable for a while. Could it be that Li Huanyan is a supernatural monk.

Hey, Li Huanyan uses a bronze sword. Thinking of this, Tong Boyu squinted at Li Huanyan, and Li Huanyan also happened to look at Tong Boyu.

Li Huanyan looked at Tong Boyu squarely, but his face was relaxed, smiling, and nodding, as if he could see through Tong Boyu's thoughts. Tong Boyu squinted at Li Huanyan, his face was slightly cold, and his sword eyebrows were cold, as if he understood what Li Huanyan was thinking.

The atmosphere between the two is very delicate.