In the previous life, Wang Zhe was not the kind of person who had never seen the world, and he had seen some ancient trees that were thousands of years old, but none of them could compare to the big tree in front of him.

This ancient locust tree is surrounded by trees, and they surround the ancient locust tree, as if the subjects are guarding the emperor.

These trees look a little old, but compared to this old locust tree, they are at most a baby.

Wang Zhe slowly approached the ancient tree.

Perhaps sensing his arrival, the leaves of the old tree shook a few times, as if to greet him.

"Hello." Wang Zhe smiled and waved his hand at the old tree that he didn't know how many years old.

Woo, a gust of wind blew, circled around his body, and then walked away.

Wang Zhe was stunned.

"Is that a response?"

The tree is clearly spiritual!

"Don't be that grandma!" Wang Zhe said in a low voice.

After staying in front of this big tree for a while, Wang Zhe turned to leave, on the way he heard footsteps, turned his head to look, but it was a thin old monk, looking seventy or eighty years old, thin as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The old monk also spotted him, and turned his head to look at him, and there was a forest between them.

"Amitabha, after more than a year, the donor's demeanor is better than in the past." The old monk clasped his hands together, and the voice drifted through the woods and into Wang Zhe's ears.

This old monk is the abbot of Lanruo Temple, Guangji Zen Master.

The last time Wang Zhe came to Lanruo Temple, he chatted with this old monk for a while, and the core content was the old locust tree.

"How is the master doing?"

"Very good, since the donor has arrived here, you might as well go to Lanruo Temple with the poor monks, there are just some freshly picked camellias, and the taste is very mellow." Monk Guangji invited.

"Thank you for your kindness, don't disturb the master's cultivation, and take your leave."

"Donor walk slowly, welcome to come to Lanruo Temple often!"

"What's worth coming to this place, a group of monks, an old tree that has grown into essence."

Wang Zhe turned to leave, and the old monk stood quietly in the forest, looking at him in the distance.

"What a blessing this benefactor has!"

Wang Zhe stood on the hill, quietly looking at the nearby mountains and forests, the floating clouds in the distance, silently reciting the "Qingjing Sutra", waiting for Hou Zhu and Sun Xiulian.

In Lanruo Temple, Hou Zhu accompanied Sun Xiulian to incense and pray for blessings.

In fact, he doesn't believe much in Buddhism in his heart, and he prefers to go to the City God Temple in the city.

Coming out of the main hall, they met a monk who looked forty or fifty years old. Sun Xiulian hurriedly saluted the monk.

"Zen Master Guangyun."

"Amitabha, Sun Shizhu."

After saying hello, they were about to leave, but the Guangyun monk suddenly stopped the two of them.

"The two donors have dark faces and look very tired, how about not staying in Lanruo Temple today, and going down the mountain tomorrow?"

"Thank you for the kindness of the master, we won't disturb the master's cultivation."

"That is the case, the mountain road is rugged, please be careful when the two donors go down the mountain."

"Thank you, Master, for the reminder."

The two of them went down the mountain, and Lao Hou drove the carriage back.

Wang Zhe also followed down the mountain, and in the middle of the official road on both sides, he silently watched the carriage, and the old marquis sitting in the carriage hummed a small tune.

Well, Wang Zhe stopped abruptly and turned his head to look not far away.

A moment later, a figure flew from the forest in the distance, a coarse cloth garment stained with blood, holding an iron sword, like a gust of wind.

Whoosh, whoosh, breaking wind,

Several feathered arrows flew behind the man, and the man flipped his hand and slammed the sword into the air.

Then two figures came after them from a distance, and the two of them, dressed in dark clothes, stepped on the barren grass and trees, and flew over them.

"Chu Zhennan, you can't run!"

"A bunch of dogs, it's so annoying!" The sword-wielding man had a fierce look on his face.

The man who was running in front suddenly stopped, reflexively rushed down the two people who were chasing behind him.

One of the two men, armed with a bow, swished and swished, and in an instant there were three arrows, each shot at the man from three different directions.

The sword-wielding man raised his hand in mid-air to transform into a debut sword shadow, enveloping his body.

There was a few clanging sounds, and three arrows flew out.

One of the arrows flew through the woods and flew outside, heading straight for the carriage.

Suddenly, a figure flashed along the way, and the arrow disappeared in one fell swoop.

Wang Zhe looked at the arrow in his hand and looked at the old marquis below, if he didn't come today, this arrow might kill the old marquis.

The waiter who was driving the carriage was still humming a little song, not realizing that he had just walked around the ghost gate.

The three men in the forest fought together, and the trees were constantly broken.

Wang Zhe fixed his eyes with the "Qi Hope Technique", and the three of them had blood flames on their bodies, and the blood flames on the sword-wielding man were extremely strong, obviously killing a lot of people.

"Death to me!"

The man with the sword suddenly roared, and slashed horizontally with a sword, and the two people in front of him hurriedly dodged, but they were slashed by the sword light, and the blood splashed three feet, and the sword light went all the way forward, flying out for a few zhang before stopping, and all the trees in the place were cut off.

Good sword!

Wang Zhe exclaimed.

The man swung his sword, slew both of them, and then spat blood from his mouth, fell out of the air, and jumped up violently when he landed, his eyes were red, his face was bruised, and his beard was open.

kill

He suddenly shouted, and then rushed out like crazy, swinging his sword incessantly, and all the trees in his path were cut off.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the official road.

A figure blocked him, and there was a knife, and between swinging the knife, an invisible qi emanated from the blade.

Using a sword as a sword, although it is a bit awkward, it is not impossible.

Knife gas!?

"Who are you?!" The man with the sword was shocked when he saw this.

Wang Zhe didn't care, he slashed horizontally with a knife, and the knife turned into a streamer in his hand.

So fast!

The man retreated, swinging his sword as he retreated.

When Wang Zhe saw him raise his hand, his figure flashed, like light and shadow.

The two figures staggered in mid-air, blood flying sideways, one flew up, and the body fell to the ground.

On the official road, Hou Suke, who was catching the car, turned his head to look at the woods on the side.

"What sound?"

"What's the matter, old marquis?" Sun Xiulian opened the curtain and asked.

"It's okay, let's hurry up!" Lao Hou glanced at the woods, raised his horse whip and struck it twice, and the carriage was a little faster.

In the woods, the sword-wielding man is in a different place.

"Whew, what a strange swordsmanship." Wang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

The swordsmanship that this person used before he died was very strange, and it actually gave him a feeling that he couldn't resist, and if he touched it, he would be cut in two.

"Fortunately, this person's cultivation is not very clever, otherwise he would be a difficult opponent." Looking at the corpse on the ground, Wang Zhe said in his heart.

The light in front of him is shining, "Yin and Yang Impermanence" emerges, flipping through a page, and writing about sin in invisible pen and ink.

Chu Zhennan, indiscriminately killed 78 innocent people, destroyed the door three times, saved the lives of four people, and should be punished. Award, cross-section! ”

A flying rainbow flew out of the ancient book and rushed into Wang Zhe's mind.

In a trance, he saw a light across the heavens and the earth, and the trees, rocks, mountains, and flowing water were all cut off everywhere he passed, and nothing could stop him.

There is only that light between heaven and earth, brilliant, sharp, and across heaven and earth.

Hengduan, all things in heaven and earth, and the horizontal sword is broken.