Hu Tian is cold, September has not arrived, the shore of Mingsha Lake is already cold, the "ancestor" in the shallow robe and folding the fan smiled through the countless novices who saluted him, walked to the front of the three thousand generations of Lu Realm Futu, slowly stepped on, swept the fallen leaves rustling.

His posture is very leisurely. Anyone who saw such a sincere smile would not believe that this man with a clear water breath had just killed an old monk who called him his ancestor in the woods, and he would kill more people on the Three Thousand Generations of Lu Realm Floating Slaughter!

But he was prepared to do so.

One step, two steps, three steps......

As the center of the Three Realms Temple, the 3,000-year-old Floating Slaughter of the Three Realms has the power of the Transformation Stage, and ordinary Yuan Babies will feel the terrible coercion of being torn apart even if they take a step. But he walked up casually, with a light step and a smile on his lips.

When the one hundred and eleventh step came out, the air was finally distorted, and the smell of incense sticks that was so faint that it could barely smell passed by his nose, and there was a smile on the face of the "ancestor".

——From the very beginning, he knew that what he had done could not be concealed from the bald donkey of the Three Realms Temple who guarded the three thousand generations of Lu Realm Futu, but fortunately, he did not intend to hide it.

"The donor stays, there is no way ahead, let's turn back. ”

A Buddha horn was proclaimed, and the strength of rigidity and softness came from the mountain, just blocking his way. "Master" raised his head and saw that fifty steps above, an old monk in a gray robe stood with his long eyebrows hanging down, holding a wisdom bead in his hand, and a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stood calmly on the steps, visible to the naked eye, but a little hazy, as if existence was just an illusion.

"You have borrowed the skin of my disciple to create many sins of deception and killing, and you have even tried to harm the Three Realms. Although my Buddha has the virtue of a good life, it is difficult to tolerate such a ruthless person as you. ”

The old monk spoke, and his voice rang like a bell, shaking the air and the stone steps trembled.

"Master" just smiled, he took out the folding fan from his sleeve, held it in his hand and pointed frivolously: "It's just that the Tao is different and doesn't conspire with each other." Old monk, could it be that the first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has not been told to you...... Where do I really come from?"

He said jokingly, and even ended his sentence with a look of joy.

Xu can't understand the honesty of the "ancestor", the old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then straightened up again for a long time, bowed his waist and asked, "Dare to ask the name of the donor?"

"Master" said: "Silence." ”

His voice was gentle and amiable, but when the word "silence" came out, the old monk suddenly turned pale as if he had heard a death knell.

"No wonder! No wonder! No wonder!" said three times in a row, no wonder, the old monk walked down the stairs with his hands together, and said to the "ancestor", "Since you are a headless monk, that name is really meaningless." If you don't mind, I'll call you by the name of Nanye. ”

Nanye is the original name of the body temporarily used by the "ancestor".

"Okay, but I don't know what the great monk is called. "Nanye" said calmly, without the slightest attachment to the name.

Because he is a headless monk. When a monk passes many trials and becomes a headless monk, for him, everything in the past is like dying yesterday, and all that survives is a headless monk, a faith machine that does not even have a name.

They don't need anything but the unspeakable faith, and they don't care about anything.

"A name is just a convenient title for you and me, and since Your Excellency has used the title of Great Monk, then my name is only a Great Monk to Your Excellency. ”

The old monk said calmly that from the moment the "Nanye" entered the Three Realms Temple wearing the skin of Nanye, the war had begun.

It's a battle to the death.

Not only because the Three Realms Temple is one of the four seals of the Ice Field, but also because there is absolutely no room for communication between opposing beliefs! Whether it is an old monk in gray or a headless monk, they all clearly know the Dao, whether they know the name of the enemy of the Dao is meaningless, it just makes the direction of the dialogue simpler and clearer!

"The great monk is very open, it is worthy of the Three Realms Temple, which has preserved almost all the Buddhist scriptures for 10,000 years, and it is really a gathering of high monks. ”

"Nanye" said nonchalantly, took another step, and the gray-clothed old monk also took the next step at the right time, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

But the air flowing between them is as pleasant as a summer afternoon.

Although they had the intention of killing, when the two "people" looked at each other, they did not see any tension at all, and their expressions were so soothing, as if the disciple saw the long-awaited master, and like Boya meeting the child.

Watching so quietly, the old monk suddenly sighed: "...... If you're not a headless monk, we might become friends......"

"If I weren't a headless monk, we wouldn't have met at all. ”

"Nanye" said with a smile, his smile was a spring breeze of harmony, but the killing power contained in the period was better than winter snow.

The old monk did not refute.

For nearly 10,000 years, the headless monks have been known for their mysteries, and even in the Xiuzhen Alliance, only a few people have heard of their names, and they are known to be "always loyal and never turn their backs", and they are silent and low-key like a distant dream.

But the Three Realms Temple is different, the Three Realms Temple was doomed to be attacked by the headless monk from the day it was established. Even if the fate of Zhilu Dao is irresistible, they will do their best to resist, for the sake of the common people, for the sake of the earth. Naturally, with the accumulation of 10,000 years, the Three Realms Temple's understanding of headless monks is very comparable. They know part of the truth under the hood of the headless monks, and they even know where the headless monks come from and where they are going.

"In terms of seniority alone, I should call you senior. After an awkward pause, the gray-robed monk said with a little sadness, and there was a faint regret in his words.

"Nanba" said: "My tongue exists to sing the praises of God's brilliance, my sword is wielded to eradicate the pagans who doubt God, and my past has long since melted into the glory of God......"

"So, there is no compromise between us—" the gray-robed monk interrupted him, ". ”

"There is only life and death. ”

Justified and unanimous.

But still no one struck, because their battle had nothing to do with drawing their swords.

The air began to flow, the cold wind of the ice field blew slowly, the pale red petals of ice and snow passed by, and thousands of trees withered, and the shriveled leaves that had been completely robbed of their water rolled into a wasp-like cloud, which rolled indeed, and in the blink of an eye it was as high as a hill, and the black pressure pressed the ground, as if it was about to crush the whole floating slaughter into crumbs.

However, even if it has the strength to blow the entire world to the ground, the wind is stopped by an invisible wall in front of the steps, and it is not even able to blow the streamers at the corners of the old monk's clothes, but the "difficult leaves" standing opposite the old monk, the clothes all over the body are strangely frozen, and the folds of the clothes are not messed up at all, like a sudden scenery.

"Why do you have to be so excited?"

"Nanye" asked in a low voice, and the old monk raised his head with kind eyes.

"The Three Realms Temple was born because of the seal, and it is naturally destined to die for the seal, but the people who are in the Three Realms Temple at this moment are ...... Mostly innocent ......"

"The great monk is afraid that I will threaten them?"

A drop of water flew out, lightly dispelling the huge whirlpool of fallen leaves, and the Sanskrit singing between heaven and earth was rolling, but the extremely cold wind did not disperse, but only condensed into ice cubes, surrounding the "difficult leaves".

"Rest assured," he said, "that I have only come to break the seal and raise God from the dead, and have no interest in anything else." ”

"But once your God is resurrected...... It will drag the entire world into hell......" The old monk said bitterly, suddenly raising his head, and the light in his dim eyes skyrocketed, "...... God...... God...... Why do you dare not call him by his name because you worship him so much that you dare not blaspheme him with your tongue, or ...... Just afraid that just thinking of and saying his name in your heart might advance his resurrection?"

“...... The great monk knows a lot of things. With such a deep understanding of 'God', it must be unusual for him to have an unusual status in the Three Realms Temple, right?"

Without refuting or agreeing, "Nanye" smiled, unfolded the folding fan, shook it gently, and the ice cubes suspended around him also trembled gently, as if the crystal butterfly fluttered its wings, but every flash would bring more severe cold.

In an instant, most of the Three Thousand Generations of Floating Slaughter had been immersed in the cold air of the Northern Underworld.

"Everyone is equal in front of the Buddha, and I have lived for a thousand years, and there is no difference between me and all living beings. The monk said modestly, but the light in his eyes became more and more dazzling.

"It's no different what you say, but you may not really think of yourself as someone else in your heart. When you embark on the path of cultivating the truth and come into contact with the Tao, your heart will always change, and you will always unconsciously divide yourself and the ants into different creatures. Even if you put your heart into the dust and treat them as your kind, there is always a sense of superiority in your heart. ”

Speaking gently but sharply, when the fan swayed, the ice edges shattered one after another, turning into enchanting and cold ice and snow flowers, swaying, and the style was peerless.

"If it's not me, how can you know my heart?"

The gray-robed monk clasped his hands together and sounded the Buddha's horn in a friendly manner.

Even as his tone became more humble and his questioning became sharper, there was still harmony between them, a subtle and crumbling harmony maintained by spider silk.

No one can make a move, and no one dares to make a move.

There is no compromise in this battle, and if you cross the line, you may be covered with corpses!

What's more, "Nanye" also has another self-confidence in his heart.

Having infiltrated the Temple of the Three Realms with lofty faith, he never considered the possibility of returning alive, nor did he deny his pride as a believer in the gods.

"There is no possibility of friends between you and me, why make a gesture of friendship and hatred?"

As he spoke, Nanye took another step, and when he landed, his feet were slightly heavy, leaving a crack in the stone steps.

Click-click-click-

The slight sound of a brittle sound like a hair shook the gray-robed monk's complexion violently!

"Ahh

**** in pain, the old monk covered his heart tightly, his body shook several times, and finally he sat down on the stone steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow"!

"You...... You...... You!"

When he stepped on that foot, the barrier he had laid down with his whole body cultivation was broken by the "difficult leaves", and even his body was invaded by the cold poison of the ice field, and it began to freeze from his ankles!

Click!

Looking down at his unconscious knee, the old monk lowered his eyes weakly, folded his hands, and said, "...... Sure enough, I couldn't stop the donor. ”

"Nanye" also smiled, he bent down and stepped on, the fingers of ice and snow slid across the old monk's face, and the ice crystals "snorted" and grew, freezing his eyes.

"I can't help myself, but I'm loyal in the end!"

I don't know whether it was ridicule or praise The evaluation fell lightly, and the frozen corners of the clothes rubbed against the frozen body, and the "Nanye" continued to move forward, as if playing in the mountains and rivers.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a white-clothed monk, standing under the Bodhi tree, a pair of phoenix eyes shining.

"Donor, the water is boiling. He said.