There are dark clouds gathering in the sky.

Clouds and mist filled the entire mountain forest, and the mountain rain fell in a trickling manner.

The young monk squatted under the tree, barely getting wet due to the dense foliage, and couldn't help laughing. He remembered that when he had not yet gone up to the mountain to become a monk, there was a temple on a lonely mountain near the village, and one evening he rowed back after listening to the Buddhist scriptures of the eminent monks.

There is a small stream on the side of the mountain, and on the bank there is a golden orange grove.

Because it is located in the rainy land of the south of the Yangtze River, the oranges are full of rain, so the fruits are heavy and low-hanging, and the leaves of the palms hit each other with the blowing of the breeze. The water vapor on the stream is misty, the microwave is turbulent, the water and the sky are the same color, looking at the thatched houses in the village, uneven, reflected in the sunset.

That kind of scenery was deeply engraved in his mind, lingering, and seeing this scene in front of him, the young monk smiled slightly.

The mist of the mountains and forests is light and cloudy, and the water that falls on the ground gradually merges into a trickle, wandering under your feet.

The young monk reached out and picked up the trickle, watched it drip in his hand, and quietly remembered the past.

The water drips into the soil of the mountain forest, diffusing a unique fragrance.

Well?

The young monk lowered his head, looked at the trickle under his feet, and gradually climbed up from his ankles, going around his neck very quickly, binding his whole person and unable to move.

"Who?"

Suddenly~!

There was a sound of water waves in the clouds, churning and churning, and the movement was huge, as if there was a dragon going out to sea.

The young monk's face became nervous, and he said to himself with anxious eyes: "Demon clan? ”

The monk's voice fell, and the clouds and mist surged, churning, opening and closing, ever-changing, and then the exhalation of some kind of creature sounded.

"Whew~!"

There was some kind of piercing rattle sound in the mist, and the young monk frowned, and when he saw countless ice arrows shooting through the mist, he began to struggle, but found that he could not move a single bit.

The arrows were dense like a swarm of locusts.

The clouds and mist in the mountains and forests are like a fragile silk silk, which is instantly torn apart by sharp objects.

The young monk raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, "Carving insect skills!" ”

After speaking, the young monk bowed his head and chanted the scriptures, shaping his golden body.

As a rain of arrows poured down, the young monk's golden light began to shake and decay.

The rain of arrows knows no bounds.

Scarlet blood began to soak through the robe.

The young monk's lips trembled all over his blood, and he lowered his head and murmured: "After all, I still haven't practiced the Vajra Dharma, no wonder the master always says, if you don't achieve the Vajra Dharma, how can you open your eyes and glare angrily when you encounter injustice, today...... I'm going to go to the Western Heavenly Bliss. ”

For some reason, in an instant, the young monk covered in scarlet was covered in golden light.

The young monk looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I recommend the True Buddha with my blood!"

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded in the clouds, and as the clouds surged and churned, like the clouds opening and the fog dispersed, a cyan figure was as fast as thunder and lightning, passing through the clouds and mist, and flying quickly.

"Seal your throat with an arrow!"

The young monk smiled heroically: "Demon, you came just ...... time."

Kiss~!

The young monk finally broke free from the shackles, flew up, rolled in the air, turned his head down, stretched out his palm, and suddenly the golden light filled the sky, blowing away the clouds and mist, and the air flow surged within a radius of one zhang, spreading to all sides, isolating the clouds and mist.

"Demon, take your life!"

The young monk was dumbfounded, looking at the oncoming hammer, and wondered in his heart, didn't he say that a sword seals his throat, what about the sword?

Bang!

The young monk who cultivated to be a step higher slapped the dialect into the dirt, squatted down to wipe the blood off his face, and teased: "With a hammer as a sword, will there be a fight?" ”

Fang Yan, who was lying on the ground wheezing and wheezing, showed an inexplicable smile, "This arrow is not the other sword......

The young monk chuckled a few times and raised his hand, about to end the life of the dialect.

Suddenly!

The figure in front of him began to dissipate, turning into a little fluorescent, flying in the clouds and mist of the mountains and forests, which was very beautiful and beautiful.

"Forehead ......"

The young monk lowered his head, revealing an arrow on his chest, on which were engraved with mysterious runes, and wanted to look back, but found that he was so weak that it was difficult to even turn around.

"Ten Rings of Hit!"

In the clouds behind him, there was a loud voice.

The young monk opened his mouth to say something, and his throat was like a worn-out bellows, and there was a powerful gasping sound.

The runes on the arrows lit up, and the arrows exploded like thunder.

Boom ——!

The clouds and mist surged, and the young monk's body with golden light was blown into countless pieces, scattered all over the ground, and scattered.

"Close!"

The clouds disperse, the wind stops, and the rain stops.

Unscathed, the dialect jumped down from an ancient tree carrying a hunting crossbow, because the hunting crossbow was too big, a trance, almost fell, finally stood firm, quickly collected the hunting crossbow, trotted over to check the situation.

"Hey~! Really...... Good! ”

The dialect that couldn't find the adjective smiled, took out the cigarette stick and smashed it twice, and said with a smile: "I like it~!" ”

Fang Yan squatted down and looked around carefully, in addition to the pieces of meat and internal organs, there were only a few pieces of monk's clothes, not even a storage bag, and he muttered with a calm face: "Being a monk is really poor!" ”

Getting up and looking around, Fang Yan walked to the water's edge, looked up at the sky, grinned the corners of his mouth, showed a beautiful smile, smashed his cigarette, and whispered softly: "Now...... We're not the little basilismen you bigwigs can handle. ”

Fang Yan looked down at the water and smiled, "The next target." ”

Puff~!

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It was getting late, and the north wind was bleak, blowing away a cloud and rain.

At this time, the sky was clear, and several mountain peaks came out from behind the clouds, they were so thin and straight, not stained with a trace of dust.

After searching for dialects for a whole day, she finally found a young monk who cultivated to the equivalent of the Daomen Jindan period, although she did not know the specific division of the cultivation realm of Buddhism, but she knew a little, Taoist Jindan, Buddhism relics, demon demon pills, probably like this.

There was silence under the water, and the dialect of the incarnate snake remained motionless, staring carefully at the movement outside the water.

……

This is a middle-aged monk who has just killed a demon pill tiger demon, took the demon pill, and washed it by the water.

The middle-aged monk put the washed demon pill into the monk's robe, looked down at the flowing water, different from the big city in the Central Plains, the water in the mountains is blue and white, and the deep river water is crystal clear. If you look at it, you can see the fish and small stones swimming under the water very clearly, without any obstacles.

On the high mountains on both sides, all grow green trees, which makes people feel cold, and the high mountains compete to rise according to the high terrain, stretching high and far away; Mountains compete for the heights, straight upwards, reaching into the clouds, forming countless peaks.

Beautiful birds chirp in harmony with each other, and the song is harmonious and beautiful.

The cicadas chirped incessantly, and the apes cried incessantly.

The sky above is obscured by sloping trees, and even during the day, the forest is as dark as dusk; The sparse branches shade each other and sometimes reveal sunlight.

Seeing these majestic peaks, the middle-aged monk's heart calmed down; Seeing these beautiful valleys, people like him, who are usually busy with mundane affairs, have a kind of desire to settle down here. For many years, the saddle horse was tired, trapped in the dust, the world was filthy, and his breathing was a little difficult.