Lu Ziyou is a native of Lucheng in South Zhengguo.

Now the official worships the squire of the military department of the southern Zheng State, because the Southern Zheng State and the Western Jin Dynasty in the south have been fighting recently, and the hot and anxious cannot see the clear and clear situation, so he is worried, and comes to the Gushan Temple to worship the Buddha, and asks the monks of the temple for the lord of the country, what the future situation will look like.

If it continues to be consumed like this, Nanzheng, whose national strength is not as good as that of the Western Jin Dynasty, will be in dire straits, and there will be no recovery.

Standing outside the Gushan Temple, looking at the bamboo cultivation that looks particularly green in spring, thinking of the ups and downs in the officialdom over the years, although there is a family behind the back, several political enemies still almost forced themselves into danger several times. Among them, his friend who has played since he was a child, the original Lucheng Ma family vest has contributed a lot, as if in front of the future, the friend of the original Lucheng Luma that was once a beautiful talk is like a complete joke.

The situation is faint like a thin veil, perhaps it is precisely because the two of them rode a horse together to Kyoto to ask about the future when they were young, and they were contaminated with the prosperity of the imperial capital, and now they have fallen to such a point.

Lu Ziyou laughed self-deprecatingly, stretched out his hand and stroked the bamboo in front of him, he lived in a small building last night and listened to the spring rain ticking all night, early this morning, there were still people selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys. The wind and rain are shaking, and this world and this people are probably the only ones that remain unchanged.

The lonely mountain of peach and willow green stands in the imperial capital, the warm sun shines, the gentle east wind blows, the temple pavilion rolls up the curtains, and looks far away by the railing. In the courtyard, the willows are clinging, and the swings are gently swaying. Outside the courtyard, the yellow warbler cries, the swallows fly, and the petals fly down beside the small bridge and flowing water.

Walk into the Gushan Temple, be led to a clean Zen room by the monk of the guest, think of the hometown of the original Lucheng, every spring, go outside the city, you can see the suburbs of the city full of bright flowers, the old farmer pulls the old cow in the endless field spring ploughing, occasionally there are butterflies will boldly stop on the shoulders of visitors, birds singing on the treetops.

He asked the old servant who was as old as him to take a pen and paper, boiled a pot of tea brought from his hometown, stood in front of the windowsill and spread out a small piece of paper and calmly wrote cursive obliquely, and carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed foam by the window in the light rain and early sunshine, and tasted famous tea.

A gentle spring cold hit the small building where the meditation room is located, the sky in the early morning, at this time suddenly gloomy and the same as the late autumn, it is not interesting, the spring in the southwest, the sky changes when it is said.

Looking back at the picture screen, the faint smoke, gurgling water, and the artistic conception is quiet.

Lu Ziyou put down his pen and took a sip of the tea next to him, stood in front of the windowsill and saw a white-clothed old monk walking to the meditation room accompanied by a monk who knew the guest, and when he was about to enter the house, the old monk raised his head and smiled at Lu Ziyou.

Walking into the meditation room, the two sat opposite each other, and the old servant and the monk were waiting.

"Lord Lu Shi came this time, why did he come here?"

"Naturally, it is for state affairs, the two countries are at war, and now they are in anxiety, how can Buddhism teach me?"

The old monk sighed, recited the Buddha's name, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Master, the lord of the country is still waiting for the Buddha Gate to calm the war and drive away the thieves of the Western Jin Dynasty who have invaded the country."

Facing Lu Ziyou's question again, the old monk finally raised his head, looked at Lu Ziyou opposite, and got up to speak.

"Lord Lu, please come with the poor monk."

Lu Ziyou inexplicably followed the old monk out of the meditation room, and walked through the hall to a courtyard, where many monks were sitting quietly on the ground, chanting to the pieces of meat on the ground.

"It's ......"

"Lord Lu, please see."

The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed to the wall outside the opposite hall, on which there was a line of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing and iron painted with silver hooks.

"The Lord of All Demons, if you have debts, you will pay them."

Lu Ziyou couldn't help but gasp, looking at the pieces of meat on the ground, some of which had broken white monk robes on them, and they looked like monks in the temple.

"Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, who is the Great Demon?"

"Lord Lu Shi didn't know, this Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was originally an ordinary bamboo leaf green in the mountain, and later met Lin Yu, a half-immortal of the Yanxing Sect, and was taken out of the mountain and suppressed in the Qianguo Palace to sort out his luck, but he was unexpectedly escaped by him, and worshiped under the monk Zheng Yin of the Qing Ying Sword Sect of the Immortal Dao Alliance, and since then he has soared into the sky."

"Zhu Yeqing, snake demon?" Lu Ziyou frowned and asked.

"Yes, a few decades ago, the snake demon crossed the catastrophe and turned into a complete dragon, and my Buddhism sent people to cross it, wanting to introduce it into the empty gate, get out of the sea of suffering, and be stopped by the devil, and today this demon has come to take revenge."

Lu Ziyou glanced at his mouth and didn't speak, he was a disciple of the Immortal Dao League, and he could be regarded as a divine beast with a background, Buddhism was so inappropriate, what else was there to say, and the appearance was too ugly.

"Master ......"

"Bang~!"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and arrows shot into the old monk's head at a rapid pace.

There was no time to exert his cultivation, and before he even had a chance to use it, he was shot through the head by a sword-like arrow, and the eyes and corners of the old monk's mouth still maintained a wry smile.

"Boom ——!"

Lu Ziyou, a monk who knows the guest, and the old servant, was already at a loss because of the sudden change and did not react, and at this moment he was frightened by the earth-shattering explosion, and the young monk was directly paralyzed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, and some liquid flowed all over the ground.

"She's still around, let's hide in the main hall."

Many monks sitting on the ground chanting sutras got up and ran into the main hall to hide, Lu Ziyou ran into the main hall with the support of the old servants and monks, and suddenly saw such a scene, his hands couldn't help but tremble violently, his knees were sore, he could barely stand up straight, and asked, "For...... For...... For ...... "The throat is dry and cannot make a sound."

The people in the hall were panicked for a while, their hearts were in turmoil, and they couldn't settle down.

A certain virtuous monk pushed open the door of the hall, walked in, looked at the panicked crowd, squinted his eyes, and sneered: "What, scared?" Although this Lord of Ten Thousand Demons is already a rare dragon in the world, but the left and right are just Yuan Infant Stage cultivation, and the big guys usually kill fewer monsters? Don't say anything else, let's just say that at the moment, we Gushan Temple, which year will not go to the mountains to kill hundreds of monsters, not to mention the demon general of the Yuan Infant Period, that is, the Demon King of the Mahayana Period, it's not that she hasn't killed, she is just a Jiaolong in the Yuan Infant Period, who can you bluff?!! ”

At this time, a young monk stumbled and ran over, standing beside the great monk, crying and mourning.

"Senior Brother Zhending in the kitchen, just been killed by an arrow from the demon, the bones are gone, and after that arrow hit Senior Brother Zhending, a raging fire broke out, and Senior Brother Zhending was burned to ashes in an instant."

The great virtuous monk Tie Qing's face turned to look at the gray sky outside the eaves, and the wind and rain were like obscurity.

"If you are really a hero, you will come to the Gushan Temple openly, and we will fight to the death with a clear sword and a gun. Doing such a sneaky thing like this, who among the Central Plains monks can afford you? ”

Just about to walk out of the eaves of the temple, the two flagpoles in the courtyard were cut off by the air blades formed by the wind and rain, and the great virtuous monk was even more troubled in his heart, until this moment, this evil animal had killed more than 20 people in the Gushan Temple, but he never showed up, nor did he officially call the battle, indicating his identity.

The great virtuous monk couldn't help but think to himself: "It's hard to say whether it's that evil beast or not, look at this method is a bit like one of the thirteen alliance masters of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, Zhang Yu, the master of the Tianji Pavilion of Quanxing Island." ”

Lu Ziyou stood in the main hall, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, the catkins were flying like an ethereal dream, and the slightest drizzle was falling like the sorrow of everyone at this time, and then saw that the curtain decorated with jewels in front of the windowsill of the hall was hanging on the small silver hook at will.

He thought to himself: "How similar is the Buddha Gate to the situation in front of me. Nan Zhengwei has ......"