In the main hall of the Buddha Gate of the Three Holy Mountains, the old monk was uneasy, and he took a square step to cross the river, and suddenly said:

"I passed the news to the Daomen and the Confucian Sect to know. ”

"Senior brother?"

The abbot master was shocked when he heard this, and spoke.

"Don't ask, just do it. ”

The old monk waved his hand, and the abbot's eyes flickered, but he said no more, and turned his head to order the door to summon him.

The old monk sighed and said to himself:

"This matter is very secretive! A master who can cast immortal weapons? Hmm! How can such a character be accommodated by our little Buddhist sect! Alas, it would be better to have more people! It would be nice to have some subtleties!"

The old monk turned around and went back to the side hall alone, and ate tea silently. Suddenly, there was a series of tense footsteps.

"Master, is this serious?"

The master of the door, an old man who looked like he was sixty years old, entered the Buddhist hall, and he was not polite, and asked the old monk.

"Amitabha! How can the donor be so reckless? Come on, watch the tea!"

The old monk smiled and commanded, and the old man's face turned red, and he let go and sat down. After all the heads of the three holy mountain interpretations, Taoism, and Confucianism took a sip of tea together, raised their heads, and the old monk said:

"Senior Brother Huizhi, I invited that sharp blade. ”

"Yes!"

The abbot waved his hand, and a small novice held a large tray in both hands, on which a red brocade mask obscured the power of consciousness to explore. The old monk waved his hand lightly, and the brocade cover rose in response, and a sharp blade appeared. Everyone stared at this thing, and the old man slowly took the sharp blade in his hand. Infusing a trace of spiritual consciousness into it, he suddenly trembled with his hands, raised his head and said:

"Sure enough, the things of the fairy family are also!"

"It's just that there are no machine spirits!"

The lord of the Confucian sect on the side squinted his eyes and said.

"Let's let the Ten Dao Masters take a look. ”

The old monk said with a smile. After all the cultivators, Shi Shi came out, but with just one hand, the blade entered his hand. His cultivation blade sat on the ground, probed his consciousness in, and carefully examined it, babbling and making a muffled sound in his mouth.

"Immortal materials are extremely rare, and they are almost extinct in this world. ”

The Ten Dao Masters seemed to be amazed!

"The casting technique is ordinary, and there is no wonder! However, there are also mixed skills from the middle continent. ”

The Ten Dao Masters had a look of disdain on their faces.

"Well, it's cohesive. There are actually thousands of them! Most of them are ignorant? The formation technique is exquisite, and the thinking is extremely ingenious. Ahh

The Ten Dao Masters almost jumped, their voices excited, and their voices quickened. Its pitch is high-pitched. About half an hour passed. The Ten Dao Masters sat down on the ground in a daze.

"Master, how?"

The heads of the three gates said in unison.

"Thousands of magic circles! Thousands of magic circles! I can recognize less than one out of ten! However, it is the one who knows each other, and the wonder of its array is already very unusual! Although this is not an immortal weapon. However, it already has the power of immortal weapons!"

The eyes of the Ten Dao Masters were bright, and they held the blade with both hands. The old monk said:

"Senior brother, take away the blade. ”

"Yes, Master of the Ten Daos, return my immortal weapon. ”

The abbot monk said with a smile.

The Ten Dao Masters stared at the vessel tightly, watching it be taken to the back hall by a small novice. It took a long time to retract his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this thing is handmade by the lay disciples of the Lao Sect. The old man knew that he was hiding in my Buddhist family to escape the world, but after decades, he didn't even notice that it was unusual! Sigh! Now he doesn't say goodbye, and my Buddhism wants to use it for others, but the temple is small, and I am afraid that he can't accept it! What do you think?"

"Take this repair in hand first, and then make a decision! Otherwise, the news will leak out, and we may have great worries!"

The long voice whispered.

"That's right!"

That great Confucianism. The old monk smiled slightly:

"His cultivation and my subordinate Hong Yan have a very good relationship, and the old man has already sent him to invite him!"

"What if it can't be repaired?"

"The door is weak, and only eighteen monks are sent to go!

The old monk said proudly.

"Hmph! The large array of eighteen monks under the master's door can have the power of yin and yang, and it is naturally easy to capture. ”

The old man said awe-inspiringly.

The number of cultivators looked sideways, and they didn't say anything, just waiting for the layman's cultivation to return.

Not to mention that it was not enough to send two magic weapons to shoot, and he happily stepped on the clouds. Since the three spirits have been scattered for hundreds of years, the Taoist magic power has been discounted, and it is the common practice of knowing the gods to travel for a long time. This time it was not enough to be stunned.

"A certain family has thought about it, and the great exhibition of knowledge and gods may be thousands of miles away, but it is not as big as that!"

That lack was pleasantly surprised, and suddenly caught a hint of familiarity.

"Well, what is Senior Brother Hong Yan doing here?"

Enough to spread the word:

"Senior Brother Hong, He Lao is sent away!"

That Hong Yan looked around, and there was no trace of inadequacy, so he frowned and said:

"Alas, I probably feel ashamed in my heart, how can I have the voice of Senior Brother Shi in vain!"

"Hehehe, Senior Brother Hong, a certain stealth in the Three Holy Gates, only you have a friend! That little junior brother is just plain amusing him for fun! But the senior brother has come from thousands of miles to send it, and a certain family is really comfortable!"

"Senior Brother Shi, it's really you!"

"Hehehe, Senior Brother Hong, your escape is very slow, so you will wait in its place, and come here. ”

That's not enough to be a body, but it's already met in a while.

"Haha, Senior Brother Hong. ”

"Hehehe, Senior Brother Shi, if you want to travel far away, why don't you tell your brother?"

That is not enough and the two cultivators of Hong Yan landed on a mountain peak and sat on the ground.

"Don't hide it from Senior Brother Shi, what you gave was a disaster. ”

After greeting each other with two cultivators, Hong Yan suddenly said:

"Oh?"

"The great monk in the door said, what you gave is an immortal weapon, you have great talent!

"Oh, hehehe, a certain body has something important, but he can't go back to his place. ”

"Alas, Senior Brother Shi, I'm afraid there is nothing to be done!"

That Hong Yan sighed.

"Oh, is that the eighteen monks?"

"Hey, Senior Brother already knows!"

"Senior Brother Hong, although the two of us can't say that there is support on the front line of life and death, at least we have known each other for decades, and our fate is not indifferent!

"Senior Brother Shi, be careful!"

That Hong Yan sighed.

Enough to get up and go back, but more than a thousand miles, the eighteen monks and the lack are already two families.

"The history is insufficient, the abbot master has a decree, and you will go back with us!"

"Humph!"

The deficiency suddenly waved his hand, his hands were sealed, the magic in his mouth continued, and the four dimensions of heaven and earth suddenly moved in a cool breeze. The eighteen monks looked at them coldly, as if they were disdainful. Then suddenly his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted to meet the enemy. (To be continued......)