"Master Cause!"

Mu Yi looked at the monk holding a Zen staff in the middle of the road and stepped forward to salute.

He had heard from the unknown that this master, this great monk had practiced in Wutai Mountain since he was a child, and he was extremely proficient in medical skills, and he would go to the plague area every year to heal and save people, and he had lived countless people for decades, and he was a real living Bodhisattva.

Even Xiongba admired this monk a lot, so even if Mu Yi traveled all the way, killed dozens of monks, and faced Master Yin, he was unwilling to draw his sword.

"Amitabha!"

He pronounced a Buddha name, his eyes were extremely gentle, he looked at Mu Yi, and said with relief: "Good, good, Master Xuanzhen has a murderous aura in his body, but he has Bodhi in his heart, and it seems that he has really put down the butcher's knife."

"The body is full of murderous energy, and the heart is like Bodhi, which is talking about the five great kings under the Buddha's throne, and Xiong is ashamed to be ashamed." Because he admired Master Yin's actions, Mu Yi's demeanor was very peaceful, and he sighed: "The master has been like a day for decades, and there are countless living people, which is the heart of a true Bodhisattva."

"Good, good, good." Because of the kindness and smiled, "It seems that the Master has no prejudice against my Buddhism, so the poor monk will not come in vain this time."

"Didn't the master come to find trouble?" Mu Yi was surprised.

In the past few decades, he has had the most contact with Chinese Buddhists, and there are no less than 100 monks in Hu and Hui prefectures who fought with him.

Whether these monks are fierce, kind, or indifferent, they value the Buddhist Taoist system above their own life and death, otherwise, there would not be so many people who know that they will die, and they will also fight him.

Today, for the first time, he met a monk who stopped him and did not defeat or kill him.

"The Taoist Buddha is in a big trend, and the poor monks are powerless to stop it, but they also want to stop a little more killing." Master Liyin took out a drawing from his bosom and handed it to Mu Yi with both hands, "This is my Buddhist defense map for the Venerable Master in Zezhou, and I also ask the Venerable Master to have mercy on the preciousness of life and bypass these monks."

"Of course, the poor monk also knows that this will damage the prestige of the mage, so the poor monk is willing to compensate the mage with a death."

"Amitabha!"

After speaking, the master raised the Zen staff and knocked it on his head, extremely decisive, without the slightest hesitation!

"Master." Mu Yi was startled, and immediately tapped his toes, rubbed his body forward, and reached out to stop the Zen staff.

Looking at the great monk who had already put life and death aside, he said helplessly: "The master can see through life and death, how can Xiong not see through fame and fortune? If this is the case, isn't the master adding to the sins of poverty? I promised that within this state, the poor Dao would try to avoid Buddhist monks."

"The master should still keep a useful body and save more people in the world."

As he spoke, Mu Yiyi used his strength to snatch away the Zen staff in Yin's hand.

"Good, good!"

Master Yin bowed to Mu Yi, "Poor monk, thank you, Master."

"It's okay, then leave it at that." Mu Yi hugged his fists and was about to say goodbye.

Although he had a lot of respect for the monks, he didn't want to get close to Buddhism.

The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Shenzhou is too fierce, and he has just fought hundreds of times with Buddhist monks and killed dozens of monks.

"Master, the poor monk has confessed his feelings, but in the future, if he is sent, the poor monk will not refuse."

Master Cause saluted again and got out of the way.

Mu Yi nodded slightly, turned his head to look at the nameless two behind him, and said, "Brother Mu, Feng'er, let's go."

"Master Cause, don't pass it."

Nameless and Nie Feng saluted and followed Mu Yi.

"Stop?"

In the distance, a group of martial arts people who didn't think it was a big deal to see Mu Yi and a few people passing over Master Yin, couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Let's go, run for nothing, it's really unlucky."

Although disappointed, they don't dare to let these people stir up trouble, the name of the hero is stained with blood, whether it was in the past or now, they dare to talk more, and no one will avenge them if they are cut off with a sword.

And Buddhism is not easy to mess with, this great religion that has been inherited for thousands of years is too deep.

Over the years, the overlord of Shenzhou has changed several people, but no one dares to brush the Buddhist tiger whiskers.

Even the current overlord of the world, Emperor Shakti, did not have the idea of Shaolin, which is enough to show how terrifying Buddhism is.

"I really want to kill him, but unfortunately, it's not time to ......."

In the dispersed crowd, a low, but demonic murmur dispersed with the wind.

"Who?"

At the same time, Mu Yi inexplicably felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously looked along the telepathy, but he didn't find the slightest.

"What's wrong?"

The nameless person on the side saw Mu Yi's murderous aura fluctuating on his body, and couldn't help asking.

"Someone's spying on me!" Mu Yi's eyes were extremely sharp, carefully looking at the crowd that was slowly moving away, and he didn't look back and said, "It's a big master."

"Big master?"

Nameless's expression moved, closed his eyes, and sensed with the Yuan Shen, and after a while, he opened his eyes with a solemn expression, and said to Mu Yi and Nie Feng, "I feel the breath of the magic sword!"

"Magic Sword?"

When Nie Feng heard this, his two brows furrowed together, and his face was extremely ugly, "Since the death of the predecessor of the Sword Saint, no one in the world can comprehend the sword twenty-three, the demon sword aura at this time must come from the legendary sword world, could it be that the Thousand Autumn Tribulation that the predecessor said is coming?"

"Magic sword? Sword Realm? A Thousand Catastrophes?"

Mu Yi's heart moved, "Is it Jian Chen?"

"The Heavenly Sword has been seen, but the legendary magic sword that can freeze the Yuan Shen and time and space has never been seen, if I can integrate this sword into my Candle Dragon Eye, even if I encounter the Yuan Shen Warrior, I am not without the power to fight."

There was a guess in his heart, but Mu Yi didn't say anything, because Nameless still had feelings for Jian Chen.

He respects Nameless, but he doesn't have a good impression of Jian Chen, who he has never met and has obvious malice towards him, if he can get the magic sword by calculating Jian Chen, then he will make a lot of money.

And there will be no trace of guilt in his heart.

"The soldiers will come to block, and the water will cover the earth. Feng'er, instead of worrying, it is better to work hard to improve your martial arts, and when your martial arts reach a certain level, no matter what the catastrophe is, I will break it with a sword." Mu Yi said with a firm expression.

"Master is domineering." Nie Feng gave a thumbs up.

"Let's go." Mu Yi looked at Nie Feng and Nameless, who sensed the breath of the magic sword absent-mindedly.

Along the way, because of the drawings of the cause, Mu Yi and his party deliberately avoided Buddhism, so the road went very smoothly.

A few days later, Mu Yi and the others arrived at the East China Sea.

"Brother Mu, how do you get to Haixin Island?"

Mu Yi looked at the vast and magnificent sea, and his mood suddenly widened, and even the fatigue caused by the rush and the big battle in this month was reduced a lot.

Nameless silently took out a drawing from his bosom, looked at it for a moment, and said, "This is the sea route map that Shakti gave me, but it is very easy to get lost on the sea, so we need to find a guide who is familiar with this sea area and a boat to take us to the island in the middle of the sea."

Nie Feng took over and said, "Since ancient times, there has been nothing more familiar with the sea than the fishermen on the seashore and the merchants who go overseas to do business, so let's go to the wharf to find out."

"Okay." Mu Yi and Nameless both agreed with Nie Feng's proposal.

Zezhou Wharf, one of the three major wharves in China.

There is a lot of people here, there is an endless stream of boats, and there is only one pier, and the prosperity is no less than that of the big city.

As soon as Mu Yi and the three of them arrived at the dock, they saw a three-story ship with the Tianmen flag docked at the dock from a distance.

On both sides of the big ship, it was empty, and the other ships did not dare to approach at all, and it felt like they stood out from the crowd.

Just as Mu Yi and the others were looking at the stall of the Tianmen ships, two young men in white clothes suddenly squeezed through the crowd and came to the three of them.

"Dare to ask the three of them, but are they the nameless predecessors of the martial arts mythology, the male gang leader and Nie Daxia?"

The two men in white asked.

"It's us."

Nameless nodded coldly. He doesn't have a good impression of Tianmen, if he wasn't as strong as others, he wouldn't be a dragon slayer.

It's the emperor who slaughtered it, so it's impossible to give a good look to the people in Tianmen.

The two Heavenly Gate disciples didn't care about the nameless attitude, but said politely, "Three heroes, the head of the sect is already waiting in the ship, please."

Nameless nodded, and walked towards the big ship without saying a word.

Mu Yi didn't speak, and he didn't care about the passers-by who were talking about the three of them on the side of the road, and quickly followed Nameless.

On the contrary, Nie Feng, who had not spoken much along the way, bowed his hand to the two Tianmen disciples with some excitement on his face and asked, "Two, dare to ask me if Senior Brother Yun is on the boat?"

"Nie Daxia, Don't Cry Death God Step Hero has arrived the day before yesterday, and is now resting on the ship." A disciple replied.

"Great!" Nie Feng was overjoyed, since Bu Jingyun fell off the cliff, he had always felt guilty, and he felt less guilty knowing that the Emperor Shakti had brought Bu Jingyun to him.

Now, hearing that Bu Jingyun was on the boat, he couldn't wait to rush towards the boat.

As soon as Mu Yi and the three of them stepped on the ship, they saw that on the huge deck, the emperor with an ice mask was lying on the huge throne with a lazy expression.

In front of him, there were two long rows of seats, and the high-level of Tianmen and the martial arts masters invited by Emperor Shakti sat on top of the seats, all of them looking at the three of them.

"Nameless, Xiongba, and Nie Feng, I'm waiting for you." Shakti's voice sounded softly with a hint of chill.

Nameless looked at Emperor Shakti with a subtle expression, and arched his hand, "There are some things delayed on the way."

"I know." Emperor Shakti waved his hand, looked at Mu Yi, and said lightly, "Being able to come here on time under the pursuit and siege of Buddhism, the strength of the male gang leader is stronger than this seat expected."

"The predecessors praised it falsely, it's just that Buddhism didn't care about it, otherwise, this gang leader doesn't have the confidence to come here with all his tails." Mu Yi stopped his hand, and under the burning gaze of Emperor Shakti, he bowed without humility or arrogance, and thanked him, "Xiong also wants to thank his predecessors for saving his life."

"This seat looks at you well, and saving your life is just a matter of raising your hand."

Emperor Shakti's demeanor is transcendent, and his aura is extremely powerful, when he speaks, no one present whether it is the high-level of Tianmen or the martial arts masters invited by him dares to interject, just watching the two communicate, it can be seen that his majesty is great.

He leaned forward slightly, and in the incomparably deep eyes under the mask, the hidden heat became more and more intense, "Male Gang Master, after slaying the dragon, are you willing to join my Heavenly Gate?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, and secretly glanced at the two people talking with suspicious eyes.

You know, Xiongba is the leader of the Tianxia Society, and now that the Emperor Shakti occupies the Tianxia Society, he even invited him to join the Heavenly Gate?

Is it really a cherished talent? Or do you fall into the well and humiliate the tyrant?

For a while, because of Shakti's words, people's hearts fluctuated!

However, Mu Yike didn't think about it so much, and he didn't care about everyone's thoughts, he smiled and said calmly: "Thank you seniors for your love, but Xiong has entered the Daomen, and he has no plans to leave the Daomen for the time being, I hope the seniors will forgive me."

"Daomen?" Emperor Shakti sneered when he heard this, and said unclearly: "When Buddhism intercepted you, the Daomen had no intention of helping you, and when you fought a bloody battle with Buddhism for the Daomen, your fellow sects only watched. Besides, the male gang leader is not like a person who has lived under others for a long time!"

"Daomen, the purpose is to seek the Tao, my way to find the Tao, I do it myself, why do I need to interfere?" Mu Yi's voice was firm, as if he was answering Emperor Shakti's question, and as if he was asking his own question, "Dao Ancestor once said that only Tao and fame should not be faked. The calamity of the Tao has always been about self-crossing, and if I can get through it, the closer I get to the Tao, the more I can't get it, and if I can't get it, it will be nothing more than ashes, and if others help me overcome the calamity, how can I become enlightened?"

When Emperor Shakti heard this, he seemed to be touched, and he was silent for a long time before waving his hand and sighing, "That's it, it's this seat that is abrupt."

Then he pointed to the few seats where no one was seated, and said, "Three, please take a seat."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to a very beautiful woman at the bottom of his hand, and commanded, "Mother God, inform the sailors, that we are leaving."

When the beautiful woman got up, her eyes were dim

glanced at Mu Yi, and then responded in a tactful voice, "Yes."

After speaking, the back was beautiful and fairy and walked towards the depths of the cabin.