There are many strong people and many sects in this world, and they are all claiming that they are protecting the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu Baifa also said this, but what he said was not beautiful. Perhaps, he is not a person who can say beautiful things. At this point in his life, the first sentence of sorry was to say to An Zheng, just because he wanted to gouge out An Zheng's eyes.

trapped An Zheng, blocked Chen Shaobai and Qi Tian, and he only used two words of the nine-character mantra.

But he himself was already about to run out of oil, and that gray hair was something he couldn't change even if he wanted to. He said that tomorrow was my birthday, and that I would turn 99 in one day. I used to calculate for myself that I should have 370 years to live, but I didn't want to waste 370 years. If the meaningful things I can do in my life add up to only a hundred years, I will only live for a hundred years, and the remaining two hundred and seventy years are just a waste.

Therefore, with a life span of 270 years, I borrow the power of the nine-character mantra from heaven.

An couldn't move, but he didn't know why, he suddenly didn't hate this white-haired Taoist anymore. His name was Yu Baifa, and I don't know if he changed it later, or if his parents took such a name. The people of the Taoist sect are not as rigid and strict as the Buddhist sect, and the disciples of the Taoist sect have the name of the Tao, but they do not have to forget their names.

An Zheng didn't know the name Yu Baifa, there were many famous Taoists in Sanqingguan of Wudang Mountain, and Yu Baifa was the first time I heard of the three words An Zheng. But An Zheng can feel that Yu Baifa is a very, very remarkable person, even in Sanqingguan.

In fact, there is a legend in Sanqingguan, I don't know whether it's true or not. A disciple once couldn't help but ask Zhang Zhenren if this was true, but Zhang Zhenren just didn't say a word and no one answered.

The story is to tell ...... Ninety years ago, Zhang Zhenren traveled the world and found a small mountain village in a place called Dameng Mountain. There are only one hundred and twenty or thirty people in this village, and most of them have the same surname, surnamed Liu. In this village, only two families have foreign surnames. One family is surnamed Yu, and the other family is surnamed Bai. The family surnamed Yu lost his wife in his early years, and the family surnamed Bai lost his husband in his early years, and people who joke may say that they are also a good match, but in such an era, these are two poor people.

The day Zhang Zhenren arrived in Damengshan Village was the day the woman of the Bai family gave birth. She was a widow, but gave birth to children. Who the father of the child is, no one knows. The village was already covered with a layer of gloom, and the day the child was born completely exploded. Many women crowded in front of the door, wanting to burn the women and children of the Bai family. The men stood in the back, and no one dared to come forward. There are those who gloat, and there are those who are silent.

The women blocked the door of the house, grabbed the woman of the Bai family who had just given birth to the child and cut the umbilical cord by herself, and forced her to ask who the father of the child was.

The men still hid behind, some gloating, some silent. But no one dared to stop him or leave, lest the charge of adultery with a widow fall on his head. But no matter how much the women pressed them, she just wouldn't say anything.

In the end, the women were anxious and wanted to take the child out and burn it to death.

At this time, the man of the Yu family stood up and said that the child is mine, and you can't burn him.

The small mountain village blew up all of a sudden, the men breathed a sigh of relief, and the women also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then unanimously pointed the finger at the man, woman and child. Eventually, the village chief made the decision to expel the three men from the village, who were not worthy of living here.

The man of the Yu family didn't say a word, packed up his things, took a rough and simple wheelbarrow, and pushed the woman of the Bai family who was holding the child and left the village.

Halfway down the mountain, a man from the village who seemed to be kind brought a few eggs, or some cloth. The woman of the Bai family also didn't say a word, and she threw away all the things she put on the wheelbarrow.

At the foot of the mountain, the man of the Yu family asked the woman of the Bai family: "Who is the father of the child?"

The woman of the Bai family shook her head: "I don't know. ”

The man of the Yu family was stunned, and then sighed: "I hurt you...... yes, how do you know who the father of the child is? ”

The woman of the Bai family cried and laughed and cried: "But I know that the father of the child is not you, why do you want to stand up? What does it have to do with you?"

The man in the Yu family also smiled: "That's a child, a life." ”

The woman of the Bai family still asked: "One life, this child is a rotten life, just like me." You're different, you're a good person, and you're not worth it. ”

The man of the Yu family shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, where you live, you will live." It's just digging in the soil or hunting in the mountains and fishing in the water, and eating with two more mouths. I've been eating alone for many years, and it's not fragrant. ”

The woman stopped talking.

At the foot of the mountain, on the path. Zhang Zhenren stood there waiting for them, and then bowed deeply.

The status of the Taoist in Daxi is extremely high, so the men of the Yu family and the women of the Bai family hurriedly saluted. Zhang Zhenren shook his head and said, "I salute, not for you, but for this child." In the future, there will be many, many people in the world who owe this child a life. I said thank you to him on their behalf, because many people will not learn to say thank you in the future, now or in the past, and take it for granted that they are alive. ”

Then Zhang Zhenren didn't say anything, just walked with them, all the way, for three days.

Three days later, Zhang Zhenren said that after they left, it rained heavily for three days, the mountain slived, and the village was almost flattened, and less than half of the people escaped, most of them were women and children. After hearing this, the woman of the Bai family cried loudly, struggled to get up, knelt on the wheelbarrow and kowtowed, and said three times in a row.

The men of the Yu family also cried, and they went back and forth...... She just wants to live, she just wants to live, she just wants to live......

Zhang Zhenren said: "When the child is born, he should be by his mother's side, and he wants to take the child away but he does not dare to disobey the family." So, he didn't speak. The mother has been with the child for three days, and the child has been with the mother for three days, can you let me take the child now?"

The woman of the Bai family looked at the man of the Yu family, and the man of the Yu family said, "You decide it yourself." ”

The woman nodded and knelt down again: "Thank you, Immortal Chief." ”

Zhang Zhenren shook his head and said: "This child has a lifespan of three hundred and seven, and in the future, he will lose three hundred by himself, and he only has seventy years of life." I took him away and robbed you of your family pleasures. I made amends with thirty of my life, and I made it up to him thirty years. ”

Women don't understand, men don't believe. There are countless great cultivators in this world, who can live for hundreds of years. But this child, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like a person with a lifespan of more than 300 years. But since the real people say so, they listen.

Zhang Zhenren took the child away, and when he looked back, the woman had gray hair for a moment.

Whether this story is true or false, Zhang Zhenren never commented. But Yu Baifa is indeed a very special person in Wudang Mountain. He was never bound by the rules, he could come as he wanted. Someone asked Zhang Zhenren why he could be so unruly? Zhang Zhenren replied...... There will be many people in this world who owe him a life in the future, and he has this qualification to be free from any constraints, and he can do whatever he wants. It's not just me, no one can restrain him. Even if the Great Xi Holy Emperor wants to restrain him, I won't agree.

So there is the current Yu Baifa, who is not liked by people in Wudang Mountain.

In the entire Wudang Mountain, there is only one little junior brother named Zhou Dingliu who has been running around behind his ass since he was a child. All the way to the end, no matter how others ridiculed or ridiculed, Zhou Dingliu didn't care, and still followed his ass.

Asgard

Yu Baifa walked forward step by step, faltering. He walked up to An Zheng, his eyes full of guilt: "I'm sorry." ”

It's just these three words that have the deepest meaning.

He raised his hand, his index and middle fingers together like a spoon, and dug into An Zheng's left eye. An Zheng watched his fingers come over, but his body just couldn't move. That's just a word, and it makes An Zheng trapped to death. At this time, both Qi Tian and Chen Shaobai were actually subdued by the golden-armored warriors, and the two of them were suppressed on the ground, unable to move the same.

His fingers almost touched An Zheng's eyes, and then the sky and earth changed color.

Yu Baifa's face changed, and he turned back sharply.

The mountain that had been there before suddenly collapsed. An Zheng had gone up that mountain, entered that thatched hut, and knew the place of practice of the white-bearded old Taoist who didn't know his name. There was the power he suppressed, in his left eye. And this power is the power of the ghost king. At the beginning, the white-bearded Taoist wanted to understand the way of the world and protect the world, so he turned into a ghost king and suppressed the evil ghosts in the world.

He bound all the evil spirits in the mountain gate with a peach tree, and the peach tree was his magic weapon. What was sealed in the bronze mirror was actually himself at that time.

The mountain cracked, and An Zheng saw the door reappear. When An Zheng left the mountain, he saw the door closed. The demons were all swept inside the door and returned to Hell. The passage between the world and hell is also closed. But now, the landslide cracks, and the door opens again.

On the mountain, countless evil spirits roared out. The peach trees that originally spread over the mountain were all devoured by the ghost fire and turned into ashes. Among the ten thousand ghosts, a young man in a green cloth robe walked down slowly, and he didn't look like there was any gloomy and terrifying aura. But the evil spirits and evil spirits around him were respectful in front of him, like kings who served themselves.

The young man in green clothes carried a sword behind his back and a whisk in his left hand. He wore cloth shoes on his feet, and each of them had a ghost head embroidered on them. This outfit is clearly the outfit of a Taoist sect, but this momentum doesn't look like a Taoist at all.

"Ghost King!"

In the middle of the air, Zhou Dingliu's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and ordered: "The four of you leave quickly and look for my Wudang people." Let's just say that the ghost gate is open, the ghost king is coming, and everyone in my Wudang Mountain Dao Gate has the responsibility to resist the ghost king. It's no longer Asgard, it's hell. ”

The four Taoist boys didn't want to leave, as soon as Zhou Dingliu waved his hand, the four Taoist boys flew backwards: "If you don't want to die fast for the teacher, go and rescue the soldiers!"

The four Dao boys turned white with fright, turned around and walked, and they went like the wind.

"Liujia Nine Chapters, the sky is round!"

Zhou Dingliu's hands were sealed, and he pushed forward, and a mighty force tilted out. Heaven and earth were shaken, and Zhou Dingliu exhausted his life's work to build an enchantment that could seal the entire mountain. His vitality quickly disappeared, his hair turned white in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face increased.

Countless dense pieces of paper split from his body as if endlessly. The pieces of paper rushed forward hand in hand, forming layers of white waves. They tried to block the countless evil spirits that rushed down from the mountain, forming an enchantment and resealing the ghost gate.

But his strength alone, obviously, can't.

"Liujia and nine chapters, the sky is round. ”

The same eight words, the ghost king in Tsing Yi who sat down on the mountain also said it again. He looked so young, and his black hair fell down to cover half of his face. The green clothes on his body are in the style of Taoist robes, but the gossip diagram on that robe looks particularly weird.

The same eight words, after he said it, Zhou Dingliu was finished.

All the paper people flew back upside down, turning into knives in mid-air, slashing at Zhou Dingliu's body one by one, and in just a moment, he became a blur of flesh and blood.

Zhou Dingliu laughed miserably, and under the endless cutting, he also looked back at Yu Baifa: "I didn't expect that I would die before you, a short-lived ghost." ”

Yu Baifa turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and watched the ghost king go down the mountain: "Don't worry, I'm not much later than you." ”