In the lower realm, the red dust star, the kamikaze country and the silver snow country border, there is a magical ancient well, this well has always been dry in the peaceful and prosperous times, but if it encounters a drought year, the bubbling sweet well water will overflow to save the world and help the people. Therefore, wars have broken out between the Kamikaze and the Silver Snow Country repeatedly, both in order to encircle the well into their own territory, but no one has been able to do so, and many innocent soldiers have been sacrificed in vain.

Later, a fairy came forward to deter, set up a monument in front of the well, engraved the word "no war", and descended the immortal edict: no knife and a soldier shall not appear within a radius of 100 miles. The well became a buffer zone between the two armies. The two kings were forced to retreat from the Xianwei to make peace, signed a contract, shared the fairy well, and gathered a large number of craftsmen to cast the bronze statue of the nine-zhang fairy, standing side by side with the "no battle monument", and sent envoys to guard.

After a long time, this place has become a rare pure land in the mortal world, with a forest of buildings and trees, prosperous merchants and farmers, and the descendants of craftsmen and envoys have gradually intermarried and integrated into one.

However, today, panic suddenly broke out in the peaceful and prosperous "Warless City", and the "Warless Immortal Well" gushed out well water for no reason, red in color, as viscous as blood, and emitted a disgusting smell of blood.

Is this a precursor to the imminent outbreak of war?

Could it be that someone desecrated the fairy icon, and the fairy was angry and demonstrated?

Is the earth going to move?

Could it be that there has always been a youkai hidden in the well, and now the youkai is going to come out and harm people?

Legend has it that this well is connected to the underworld, so isn't it the water of the Yellow Spring?

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Fear spread rapidly, the crowd fled in panic, and the gossip escalated the panic, and the ordinary people hurriedly packed up and left the city. However, some bold and curious cultivators heard the news and gathered around the "Battleless Immortal Well" to check what was going on.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Just when the panic in the city was out of control, a solemn and magnificent Buddha horn spread throughout the city, suppressing all sounds. The power of compassion is like a wisdom knife in the air, slashing at everyone's heart, and everyone is suddenly peaceful. Even some of the young people who took advantage of the fire to rob stopped their movements, sighed ashamed, and regretted not falling.

Before the sound of the Buddha fell, a kind old monk walked into the city gate, from far and near, step by step towards the ancient well. He walked very slowly, but he arrived in front of the ancient well in a moment, giving people the illusion that he was standing there in the first place, and that what came just now was only his shadow.

"All the donors, the poor monks should be robbed. This well is occupied by a hoodoo object, so please leave the city for a while and take refuge outside the city. You can only come back after the old monk has cast a spell and left, so don't lose your life because of curiosity. Amitabha!"

"Oh my God, it turns out that he is a monk who should rob the gods, no wonder he has such mana!"

"Is it really him? It is rumored that the Dharma of the Monk Ying Robbery has been consummated, and he has been led to the Buddha Kingdom of Bliss six hundred years ago, how can he appear here and now? Isn't it a lie?"

"Don't be rude!" A break came from behind everyone, and a burly middle-aged cultivator came out of the crowd, with a resolute face and a domineering momentum, so that the cultivator who had just spoken was almost out of breath.

He put away his might, stepped forward and looked at the old monk seriously for a moment, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, his fists couldn't help clenching, trembling slightly, and the color of ecstasy overflowed: "If it is really a monk who should rob the gods! I sent the incense hall to have your portrait, which is really exactly the same." Before the ancestor feathered, there was a testament: as long as our sect still exists, no matter what the world, when the monks reappear, they will do their best to send the monks with all their strength, and dare not disobey it. Bi Xuan, the thirteenth generation owner of Jasper Island, worships the monks! ”

The old monk clasped his palms together, and his solemn face finally showed a smile: "Good! It turned out to be a Taoist friend of Biqingzi's lineage, and the poor monk did have a good relationship with Biqingzi's Taoist brother in the past, and Taoist friends don't need to be polite." The good intentions of the Immortal Ancestor are appreciated by the poor monk, but the matter here is really dangerous, so you should leave quickly. If fate is not over, the poor monk will go to Jasper Island to tell the past reasons. And if the poor monk can't survive this catastrophe, with this meeting, it can be regarded as having a beginning and an end, and there will be no empty regrets and a lonely good fate. Amitabha!"

"That's the case, the younger generation will return to Jasper Island, sweep the hall in person, and wait for the monk!"

Bi Xuan was extremely simple, bowed again, turned around and left, and did not ask anything.

The other people sniffed out the danger, and the Divine Monk had disappeared for six hundred years, and now they suddenly appeared, as if they had come here for this ancient well with all their hearts, and listening to what he said, it seemed that they were not completely sure to deal with the strangeness in the well, and these junior cultivators really didn't dare to imagine what kind of murderous thing it would be.

In just a few moments, the people here were all gone, and only the monk was left.

Without worries, the monks finally let go of their hands and feet, their hands were sealed, and they recited the mantra mantra, the momentum was sharply improved, the Buddha's voice was vast, and the law was solemn and sacred, like thousands of gods and Buddhas appeared in the mortal world, to overcome all the sufferings of the red dust. An incense burner grows from small to large, rising and hanging in the air. The mouth of the furnace is facing downward, facing the dry well, like a whale swallowing it, and the blood and water in the well rumbling into the furnace.

However, the ancient well is like a vast abyss, hidden in an endless ocean, no matter how domineering and greedy the incense burner is, it will never be exhausted.

After a day and night, the monk's mantra became more and more urgent, and the seal of his hands was also dense, more and more complicated, so fast that he couldn't see his hand moving at all, only to see a golden holy light hanging in front of his chest, still and still, dazzling, like a bright sun.

The thunder in the high sky continued, the battleless city was violently turbulent, and those buildings had long since become a ruin, but the blood and water of the ancient well were still surging. On the other hand, the incense burner has risen like a cloud hanging from the sky, as if it may explode at any time. Thousands of scriptures floated out of the furnace wall, and they were forced farther and farther away by the magic in the furnace, and they were about to be worn out or scattered.

At this time, the sound of thunder, chanting, and swallowing was far less loud than the cry of a baby, and the terrifying existence in the well of blood finally woke up.

Accompanied by the cry, a phantom image forced into the sea of the old monk's knowledge: a beautiful woman with six jia was suspended on the ancient city gate, exposed to the scorching sun, cold rain drenched, seven days and seven nights. Thousands of figures under the city passed by, pointing fingers at her, and verbally abusing her. The soldiers guarding the gate on the tower fanned the flames and slandered in every way. An arrow flew and pierced her belly. Another arrow flew and pierced into her lower body...... Arrows rained down, one by one, gradually submerging her, seven days, seven nights, she finally lost her breath...... A sarcophagus, with two stone coffins, one large and one small, was poured with blood, and was towned in a magnificent temple. Outside the temple, cold as iron, is a black mountain without a head and a tail.

"Sin, sin, sin!" The old monk said three sins in a row, each one more fierce than the other, compassion and anger were almost entangled into demons, and a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out.

The incense burner shook violently, and it was almost swept away by the demon's blood.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!" the old monk recited the Buddha's name, forcibly suppressed the demons in his heart, and stabilized the incense burner again.

"The cycle of cause and effect is unpleasant, and the sky net is magnificent, and there is no leakage. Immortals and demons collude to deceive the heavens, mortals are ignorant and help them to commit abuse, and they are terrible and humane, creating a demon fetus, what a criminal means this is! They treat you like this, precisely because they want you to become a demon with hatred, kill all living beings, destroy the earth and slaughter the heavens, and stain the universe with blood. When the pool of grievances is full, blood and tears become oceans, flowing into the Yellow Spring, and penetrating the underworld, then reincarnation will reappear, and longevity can be expected, which is really wishful thinking. ”

"The poor monk went to the Buddha in vain, and he was full of money, not tired of cause and effect, and recited compassion in his voice, but today...... But he has to do the evil deeds to the end! If he has karma one day, the poor monk is willing to go to hell, be burned by the fire of karma forever, and never be liberated, so as to calm the anger of the heavens and the earth! Amitabha!"

The thought arises, and it is resolute. The old monk devoted his life's magic power to seal the demon baby, and never allowed him to grow up and wreak havoc on the world.

For seven days and seven nights, the blood in the well was finally sucked dry by the incense burner, and with a cry of hatred and anger, a small baby boy was pulled by the suction, flew out of the ancient well, and sealed it into the incense burner. The incense burner shook violently, and in an instant, many ancient scripture characters disintegrated and disappeared into the void, and the incense burner itself also cracked a terrifying crack, and the slightest blood mist overflowed, entangled and wrestling with the golden Buddha light, so dazzling and shocking. The sound of crying and chanting comes and goes, and the sound of one after another, just like the vast grievances of the people in the red dust and the sound of thousands of Buddhas competing with the Buddha's voice.

In the end, the cry was finally completely banned, and the furnace contained the faith and mind of believers from several realms, as vast as the sea, and the blood and the baby were firmly imprisoned.

The monk slowly stood up, dragged his tired body, and walked out of the city step by step, wanting to find a quiet place to heal the dark wounds, and then try to slowly surpass the demon baby in the future. The world is sinister, even if it is a Buddha, he can't believe that others don't have evil thoughts, this has become a place of right and wrong, seven days and seven nights, has already alarmed the entire red dust star, and even masters from other walks of life may be mixed in, if no one peeps here, he will never believe it.

He cast a spell to hide himself in the void, and cut off the heavenly machine to prevent others from estimating his location with Taoism, and soon came to a dilapidated temple, which was the residence of his retreat to the Red Dust Star for a hundred years, and it was also one of the dojos that used to promote Buddhism six hundred years ago.

However......

"Amitabha! The donor has a good means to find it here! I don't know what the donor has to say, please show up. ”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! The thief has a bald nose, and the poor road accidentally let out a fart, and you smelled it. ”

The void rippled slightly, and a young Taoist priest with an evil smile on his face appeared in front of the broken temple, blocking in front of the monk who should rob him, carrying double swords, standing straight on a dog's tail grass, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked to the right, handsome and simply intolerable, but it made people have no good feelings.

"Monk, in vain you are still a generation of eminent monks, how can you do such a deed that hurts the heavens and reason? Poor Dao has heard that your bald family often has broken thoughts, saying that 'sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, cherishing moths and gauze lamps', and 'saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter', it turned out that it was just verbal talk to deceive a few ignorant believers' incense and incense thoughts. ”

When Ying Zheng heard this, he only recited the Buddha, and did not refute a word, but stared at the top of the broken temple with extreme vigilance, regardless of the aggravation of the injury, and raised the mana to the peak.

"Alas...... That's it, that's it, you can't care about how dirty and poor you are, just please let that poor boy out, he's still so small, so small, he doesn't even have the size of a slap in the poor way, and the poor road really can't bear to see him die in your hands. Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master, you have created evil, you have created evil!"

Ying Zheng finally spoke, and shouted loudly towards the top of the temple: "Aren't you still showing up? Don't you look down on the old monk, thinking that you can stump the old monk with just a few minions?"

"How dare you, how dare you!"

The surrounding air was turbulent, and more than a dozen super masters suddenly appeared in front of the broken temple, and each of them was equipped with strange treasures, which pressed the time and space into a little disorder. The leader is independent of the front, with his arms behind him, looking at the catastrophe, he has a power that looks down on the world and is proud of the past and the present. However, the strange thing is that there is no obstacle, but he can't see his appearance clearly no matter what, and this kind of magic cultivation is ranked first even in the immortal world.

Ying Zheng immediately recognized who he was, sang "Amitabha", and said gloomily: "It turned out to be Your Excellency, the grievance of the death of Yan Fu Daoyou! One day in the sky, one year in the world, so we haven't seen him for a thousand years, Brother Qin Fengdao, don't come unharmed!"

"Hahaha, if you have more memories of Your Holiness, it will naturally be very good to be here, otherwise you won't be able to stand here with Your Holiness to catch up. However, His Holiness said that Yan Fu Lao'er was wronged by his death, please forgive me and I cannot agree with it. ”

"Oh, I don't want to hear the opinions of the honored driver. ”

"Hahaha, Venerable Kasya, since I have already appeared to meet you, why do you need to hide it? The Buddha said, 'Don't speak', is it possible that a little baby will shake your Buddha's heart?"

"Amitabha!"

Although he does have some ability, his ambition is too great, and he will be bold and bold in his words, and he will dominate all worlds, which makes me want to laugh several times. That's it, but he has the cheekiness to rely on the old man and sell the old with me, and he also said that he wants to canonize me as the king of Qin Guang? Hahaha, let's have his big dream of the Spring and Autumn Festival! Lao Tzu is not respectful to heaven in life, and he will not be buried in death, so why is it his turn to be canonized? Besides, he thinks that he has lived long enough and knows all the secrets of the fairy world, but where would he think that he is just a frog at the bottom of a well, and all the things about this baby are far more detailed than he knows, I don't know if he is wrong? I just want to borrow his hand, destroy his Taoism, and then receive all the results he has created. ”

"Amitabha! Don't you know that the most terrible thing in this world is the cycle of cause and effect? Today, there will always be retribution, and the path of Yan Fu may not be the path that Your Excellency will follow. ”

"Phew, the old thief is bald...... The monk really annoys people, I respect you a foot, but you curse me to die, how can this be true! There is no need to talk nonsense, hand over the demon baby, or you will see the truth under your hands. ”

"Amitabha, the Buddha does not have a fate, Your Excellency insists on this, and the old monk will risk his life and accompany you to a few tricks. ”

"Hmph, fellow immortals, if you don't set up a formation yet, when will you wait?"

Suddenly, the wind and clouds were raging, flying sand and stones, angry thunder rolling, more than a dozen immortals shot together, and all kinds of immortal weapons roared together. At the same time, a cloud of chaos suddenly appeared in the sky, and the five elements divine thunder descended one after another, hitting the earth and sinking, and all living beings within a radius of a hundred miles turned into ashes.

The name of this large array is called "Chaos Tribulation", which can only be encountered occasionally when Gu Immortals cross the Tribulation, and the power is naturally terrifying, and ordinary immortals can't even withstand a blow, but by chance, it was comprehended by Yan Fu to a little bit, and it was transformed into the current fake "Chaos Tribulation", although the power is not even one ten-thousandth of the "real product", but it is enough to destroy anyone below the Golden Immortal. (This work is divided into five categories: corpse immortals, spirit immortals, true immortals, golden immortals, and ancient immortals)

Ying Zheng struggled to support in the immortal array, and his mana was urged to the extreme of his life, and he barely unloaded the Five Elements Divine Thunder aside, but the most dangerous thing was not the formation divine thunder, but the combined attack of more than ten immortals.

"Amitabha! Just for the sake of the common people, the poor monk is willing to kill!"

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