The two families of the Central Plains Liberation and Taoism gave up the mustard for thousands of years almost overnight, and gathered together in the desert full of yellow sand in the northwest.

If these people get together on weekdays, they will have to exchange greetings, and maybe they will sit on the ground to discuss the truth and Buddhism, but today everyone has lost that leisure and elegance, because the royal authority told them that the enemy this time is a great demon that can destroy the world.

Everyone waited here in the morning, and did not see the Son of Heaven at noon, and at first they were skeptical, thinking that the other party was making a big fuss, but when they saw the huge black tornado in the east of the desert, they were silent again.

A group of people scattered in twos and threes, or closed their eyes to recuperate, or recited scriptures, and all of them were enlightened people, and even if they didn't know each other, they had heard of each other's names, so they were not too curious.

There is only one person who seems to have never seen the world, looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, and not stopping for a moment, maybe he can't stand the silence of this group of monks and Taoists, so he chats with the female monk next to him:

"Moon cakes, who are these guys, why do they look a little familiar?"

The female monk who was questioned raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and said lightly:

"They are all people who have attained enlightenment with advanced cultivation."

"I know it's from the mixed road, and I want to ask you what their names are."

"A monk has no home, how can he say his name?"

"Are you sincere, isn't this an old monk in the temple before she is old?"

Hearing this, the moon cake gave him a blank look, and the latter consciously lost his words, and hurriedly looked around, and found that the old monks were still participating in meditation, and their breath did not change in the slightest.

"Good girl, they are really all masters, where did the senior brother get such a group of guys?" Park still doesn't have a doorkeeper on his lips.

Moon Cake was afraid that something would happen to him without holding back his mouth, so he slowly spoke:

"The one over there is the presiding officer of Cong Mo Academy, a living Buddha in the void, from Buddha to King Kong, with a strong kung fu."

When Pu Wen heard this, he turned his head and looked, only to see a tall and thick back, which turned out to be an old acquaintance, and just wanted to go up to say hello, he listened to the moon cake and continued:

"The one next to him is the Huiming Living Buddha, the Dharma is profound, and he went to Xichi to discuss the Buddha on behalf of the Central Plains thirty years ago, and won the first monk in Xichi at that time."

When Pu Wen heard this, he carefully looked at the monk in his early forties, crossed his fingers and counted for a while, and said suspiciously:

"Moon cake, you must be mistaken, thirty years ago, he was just a teenager at that time......"

Speaking of this, Pu Wen suddenly paused, and then slapped his thigh, so loud that the old monk who was meditating on the side broke his work:

"He's the little uncle of Hanjing Temple!? Back then, it was all up to him to guide us to find Yunyin Temple, but I didn't expect it to grow so big over the years, no, I have to go over and say hello, forget it, let's just knock him along. ”

"Can you stop somewhat?"

Moon cake frowned slightly, she recognized Jingkong and Huiming from the beginning, the three of them nodded slightly as a greeting, the monks emphasized the purity of the six roots, but Pu Wen made it clear that he wanted to disturb the quiet.

……

At this time, the old monk who had just been disturbed recited a Buddha name, stepped forward and took the initiative to speak:

"It is a rare good thing for the donor to repay his kindness."

Park asked hurriedly and returned the salute, "I don't know the master's name?" ”

"The poor monk quits empty." The old monk did not chew on the word "name".

The moon cake was revealed, and Shi Li said: "It turned out to be a master of air qualification, and he has admired his name for a long time. ”

This is not a casual politeness, Jiekong is the only monk present who is not the reincarnation of the living Buddha, he thinks that his qualifications are dull, and he is not as good as those who are destined to become Buddhas, so he gave up sitting in the Buddha hall to recite scriptures, turned his head down the mountain to practice penance and help others, and left a good reputation of not losing the living Buddha with his outstanding medical skills over the years.

Before the female king of the Western Regions ascended, she had lived in a small temple somewhere west of the capital for a few days, and it was rumored that the monks there were fond of her, and she had to cut her hair to become a monk, and the infatuated monk was the monk who was now abstaining from emptiness.

The king's authority and he only have a few faces, when he first set foot in the temple, he felt that it was not simple, this catastrophe, in line with the principle of calling a few more helpers, he was informed, and he really rushed all the way to come.

……

Several Taoist real people on the side also came to help in the spirit of helping the world, and the imperial court has a Qin Tianjian, most of whom are from the Taoist factions such as Quanzhen and Zhengyi, and the factions are divided into Jishan, Fu, Danding, Zhanxian, etc., and so on.

Among them, Zhao Danxuan, the current head of the Dragon and Tiger, could have risen ten years ago, but the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master has always had the tradition of "cutting a disaster for the world before ascending".

Now that the Central Plains is in charge of the kingship, how can any evil dare to make trouble, so the matter has been delayed again and again.

Chongyang Palace sent a junior who had recently become famous in both Taoism and Jianghu, surnamed He Minggroom, with a strange name, but no one dared to laugh at this fledgling young man who killed the evil Jiao with a wooden sword behind his back.

The young man is eighteen or nineteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic spirit, because of the perennial practice of Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Taoism, and the understanding of the heart, so there is less arrogance of many peers, and under the introverted spirit, it is becoming more and more unfathomable.

The young man took the sword to that station, and it seemed to represent the entire true spirit.

In addition, Shangqing Palace, Maoshan Mountain, Yanxia Cave, Yongle Palace, etc. have sent people, especially Shangqing Palace, as the ancestral court of the Central Plains Daotong, sent seven disciples at a time, all seven of them are carrying bronze ancient swords, blunt swords without edges, chiseled Big Dipper Seven Stars, even if others don't know the goods, they can guess that it is the famous Shangqing exorcism sword array.

……

Just when everyone was sweating from the sun, the main lord finally arrived, but his appearance was not elegant, and it could even be said that he was a little embarrassed, he rode a strange beast with a woman, and behind the two was a sandstorm pressing step by step.

Seeing this, everyone immediately cheered up, and one by one they stood up and looked at the eye of the sandstorm, and vaguely they saw a figure inside, and the person had four huge wings behind him, and every time he flapped, it would make the surrounding storm stronger.

"What are you doing in a daze, do it?" The king shouted urgently.

After the people present were stunned for a short time, the figures rose into the air one after another, the living Buddha of the Liberation Gate summoned the golden body of the law, and the Taoist real person sacrificed the magic weapon, talisman, and flying sword, and the entire northwest sky suddenly seemed to be like all the immortals descending to earth, and the colorful and colorful were spectacular.

Author's Note:

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The number of collectors is rising, but the subscriptions are falling, and the subscriptions for a chapter are not more than 100 these days, and yesterday it even fell to fifty, and some were hit.

In order to ensure the quality, I write a chapter from two hours to one hour, and people are almost stunned after two chapters a day, not deliberately late, but it is already so late to finish.

It's not easy to create, I'm really running out of food, pity the poor child.

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