If a person can't wash his soul in his own home, then let alone Tibet, he can't wash it like running to the top of the Himalayas. After all, if you believe in the Buddha, then Lingshan only asks in your heart. If you believe in the Tao, then non-action is the pursuit.

Feng Ziyang and the Condor King are both other among them, one who is dissatisfied with the world's philistines and fetters, and the other who is not satisfied with the single teachings of the world.

They were both cultivators, but they took two completely different paths.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the sun. The realm of the vulture king has forgotten himself, and his grasp actually grabbed Feng Ziyang's gentleman's sword, this is a treasure flying sword, although it is only a treasure weapon, but in the same level, this gentleman's sword is also the existence of the world.

However, even a treasure like the Gentleman's Sword was nothing in the eyes of the Condor King.

"Feng Ziyang, my eagle claws have been refined into a Zhongyuan treasure, and your gentleman's sword will definitely be defeated!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire Junzi Sword was directly shattered, and Feng Ziyang flew out.

Burst!

Feng Ziyang spurted out a mouthful of blood, even if he had cultivated to the divine power, he could no longer hold on to it when the Junzi Sword was destroyed.

"Haha!

The Condor King was in an extremely comfortable mood, who would have thought that the Demon Star in the eyes of everyone would be easily defeated by himself.

"Today, your death is gone, and our past grievances will be written off from now on. The Condor King's eyes narrowed, and his whole big hand suddenly grabbed it.

"Amitabha!"

The sound is like a bell, deafening.

The lonely shadow swept away the black clouds in the sky, the fog cleared, and the sun shone down again.

The air suddenly became quiet, Feng Ziyang fell to the ground, and Wang Changlin also crawled over and leaned Feng Ziyang up and sat down.

The Condor King did not continue to make a death move, this sudden figure caught him a little off guard, even if he was as strong as him, he didn't dare to move after seeing this figure.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

The old monk in a cyan robe appeared out of nowhere, his steps were very slow, but it seemed that only for a moment, he came to everyone.

The old monk's face was full of smiles, perhaps he was in happiness all the time, and there was no harm, no distress, no pain in his world.

"Master help!"

After Wang Changlin saw this old monk, he seemed to see hope, because he saw fear in the vulture king's eyes.

"Amitabha, good and good, the donor kills too much, and you don't know it?" The old monk's eyes were like torches, staring at the vulture king.

"Flower Buddha?" the Vulture King's hoarse voice spat out three words.

Feng Ziyang's eyes were a little incredible, the name of the Flower Buddha was too distant and mysterious, he was also the embodiment of killing back then, but after so many years, wouldn't he never be allowed to go out of the Great Xiangguo Temple?

Ning Lianhua was born, is the Kyushu World really going to change?

A trace of loneliness suddenly appeared on Feng Ziyang's face, he knew that his time was running out, just now the vulture king's claw destroyed his Dao foundation, but now that even Ning Lianhua was born, then the Kyushu world will inevitably experience a greater disaster, he once determined to save the world, but this ambition seems to be coming to an end.

The Condor King's eyes narrowed: "If I have a lot of resentment and resentment, all the Buddhas and world-honored beings of the Ten Directions should see me and think that this person wants to seek Bodhi and gives rise to resentment and resentment?

The Condor King didn't dare to make too much of a mistake in front of the Flower Buddha, but he insisted on his own practice, and the shadow of the person's name tree, the name of the Flower Buddha was enough to leave a shadow in his heart.

"Amitabha! Isn't it a great sin to entangle and kill each other from life to life? If a person is enlightened and knows that being killed is cause and effect, and has no resentment, he can indeed put an end to his revenge. The guilt of the murderer is not only the fact that the murderer is a crime, but the deeper sin is the hatred of killing oneself, which increases one's own hatred and will allow oneself to create more sinful karma. Good and good!" "The flower Buddha Ning Pian Hua explained very gently and patiently.

"Buddha, I really didn't have the epiphany you did, I wanted to kill myself to become a Buddha. The Condor King defended that in front of the Flower Buddha, he didn't even dare to call himself this seat.

"Perhaps, you are really hopeless. Ning Lianhua sighed.

"Buddha, I have my mission, and today I am destined to kill him to fill my path to Buddhahood, so I hope that Buddha will not be surprised. The Condor King said politely.

"Good, good, good. The Flower Buddha shook his head.

Bang!

The Condor King wanted to surprise him and kill Feng Ziyang between the calcium carbide sparks, but he chose the wrong place and killed in front of the Flower Buddha, and he was the one who the Flower Buddha didn't want him to die, it was simply ridiculous!

The moment the Condor King made his move, he suddenly felt as if time stood still, but the surrounding leaves were still swaying with the wind, so there was only one ultimate reason, and that must be that he was still.

Transfiguration and substitution, this is not only something that a master of the Divine Power Realm can do, but even he has reached the terrifying Divine Power Fivefold Return to the Yuan Realm, all things return to the Yuan, and strive to break through the "ten thousand", reaching the terrifying Ten Thousand Strength, you can grab any breath in the air at will, including dust, and condense it into your own power.

The Condor King was restrained by Ning Lianhua's body, and now he didn't even have a chance to move.

"Amitabha, I haven't killed people for a long time. Ning Lianhua sighed.

"Buddha, I know it's wrong. The Condor King's body trembled uncontrollably.

Because he knew that the Flower Buddha would rather pity the flower and want to kill him, I am afraid that a finger can make him disappear.

Fortunately, he had already smashed Feng Ziyang's Dao Ji just now, I'm afraid he won't live long, his goal has been achieved, and there is no need to provoke the evil star of the Flower Buddha again.

"Let's go!" Ning Lianhua suddenly withdrew her mana.

The vulture was relieved, he still underestimated the Flower Buddha, he was famous back then, and even injured Zhao Xuantian, the great elder of the Tianyi Sect at that time, his strength may have broken through the divine realm, how many people in the world can restrain him?

The Condor King was running faster than a rabbit at this time, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Thank you Buddha!" Wang Changlin immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times: "Buddha, please save my master, right?"

This is the first time that Wang Changlin has called Feng Ziyang his master, and even Feng Ziyang was a little abrupt when he heard this, an unruly person, it is difficult to accept a person who is stronger than himself in his heart, maybe Wang Changlin is like this, he looks down on Feng Ziyang from the bottom of his heart.

But now, Feng Ziyang showed his true strength, Wang Changlin knew that he was wrong, he was so wrong, even if Feng Ziyang was defeated, he also got Wang Changlin's respect.

"He's hopeless. Hua Buddha said helplessly.

It's also hopeless, he just said it to two people, but it's very different.

Many times, medicine can save the world, medicine can save the world, but it can't save a person's heart.

Wang Changlin was stunned, he turned around and looked at Feng Ziyang, with tears in his eyes.

"Child, don't cry, life and death are rich and noble, maybe my limit has arrived, the way of cultivation is very dangerous, I retired from the rivers and lakes, after all, I still can't jump the lost way of the rivers and lakes. Feng Ziyang sighed.

"Master!" Wang Changlin knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that in the end, you could still call me Master, even if I didn't teach you in vain, in this case, I will give you another gift in the end!"

Feng Ziyang sat up suddenly, stretched out two fingers with both hands, and inserted them directly into Wang Changlin's heart.

Wang Changlin felt a heart-rending pain, and at the same time, a warm current like a clear spring came from his chest, and soon flowed all over his body.

It was at the same moment that Wang Changlin could clearly watch Feng Ziyang's long black hair turn into white dead grass.

"Master!Master!" Wang Changlin was at a loss.

"Your grandfather is still alive......"

After Feng Ziyang finished speaking, he returned to the west, his face was full of happiness, he was very relieved, even if he died at the hands of the wicked in the end, he had no regrets.

Some people are alive but they are dead, and some people are dead and he is still alive.

Wang Changlin seems to have become Feng Ziyang's sustenance at this moment, a continuation of his life, his own pride and ambition back then, and I hope that one day Wang Changlin can complete it for him.

Wang Changlin was grief-stricken, his relatives left him one by one, the sentence that his grandfather was still alive made him even more sad, the world is so big, where is he going to look for it?

Zhao Xuantian guessed it, he would rather Lianhua not guess it?

Chen Daoqing's life experience is far from being so simple, when Ning Lianhua found Chen Daoqing, he had calculated that even with his realm, he could not speculate on Chen Daoqing's fate, his fate seemed to be blinded by something, unless the day the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, no one could see through it.

However, on the day of Chen Daoqing's death, Ning Lianhua peeked into Chen Daoqing's fate at that moment, as fleeting as a meteor in the night sky.

Even though Chen Daoqing fell, Ning Lianhua saw a trace of vitality from his fate, the cycle of life and death began repeatedly, and blessings and disasters depended on each other, maybe this is not a bad thing.

Ning Lianhua looked at Wang Changlin, who was crying bitterly, he didn't say anything, just like looking at his own child.

Ning Lianhua knows very well that when others are mourning, don't just comfort and encourage, such as "Come on, you will definitely be able to", which may make him more stressed, because he is in a cathartic stage of self-denial, and your affirmation will only exacerbate his denial.

Perhaps, the best way is to accompany him to vent, at least he thinks that there are people in this world who are in the same boat as him, and it is not the worst.