A hundred years ago, the ancient temple of Penglai suppressed the evil bones of the constant movement, the then Yuanming presided over the sacrifice of the cause and effect of the eyes to see the opportunity, a hundred years later, the bones of sin will welcome back to the master, will cause the soul to be ruined, the world is in chaos, and the person who can come to find the bones, must be the person who burns the bones to save the world.

Yuanming presided over the formation of his own body, his own cultivation, and the thousand-year-old pagoda as a cage to suppress the bones of sin, waiting for the person who saved the world.

For a hundred years, he has been fighting against that bone so that he will not be assimilated, become its puppet, and become the source of the scourge.

At the end of the summer of last year, it was like a peep out of the heavenly machine ushered in the bone of sin, that is, the master of the Buddha's bones, Yuanming presided over the dispersion of a body of merit and cultivation, fought with it for a day and two nights, and sacrificed thirty-eight disciples of the ancient temple before the general guarded this Buddha bone and was not taken away.

Today's Yuanming host has long been at the end of the strong crossbow, and only a little bit of the faith merit of the ancient temple, and the only little disciple chanting day and night to suppress the Buddha bones that are about to move.

Thankfully, he finally waited for the one who could burn all sins.

Listening to the understatement of the Yuanming host, Qin Liuxi's throat was blocked, looking at his empty and unfocused eyes, as well as his thin figure, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger rising in his chest.

"We can't wait for the Tao to be annihilated, we can only grab a little time for the righteous path, but fortunately he also needs time, and now good and evil are opposed, and they are fighting for that glimmer of life. Little donor, this life has to be guarded by you." Yuan Ming's eyes were obviously blind, but he could still accurately look in Qin Liuxi's direction.

Qin Liuxi asked, "Presiding Master Gao Yi, dare to ask what are the odds of winning if I fight him now?"

"The time has not come." The host of Yuanming smiled shallowly: "The little donor doesn't ask about victory or defeat, there is a way in his heart, he can be boundless, the road of cultivation is long, and you have a long way to go."

Qin Liuxi pursed his lips.

Yuanming presided: "Little donor, let the old man sit down, only you can incinerate that Buddha bone so that it cannot be obtained."

Qin Liuxi clenched his fists: "Master Host, you will die."

"The old man is now one hundred and eighty three, if it weren't for this bone that is hard to die, he should have died a long time ago, but now he is seeking kindness and reaping benevolence." The Yuanming presiding officer was very compassionate and said, "Old man, you have attained the perfection of merit."

The little monk on the side knelt on the ground, folded his hands on his chest and hung his head slightly.

But Qin Liuxi's heart was as blocked as a big stone, and he said, "Master, that Buddha bone, if you can get rid of it, I can also burn it."

"It has long been one with the old man, and it cannot be separated." If not, then why didn't Ura almost succeed?

Qin Liuxi's nails were pinched into the palm of his hand, so let her cremate him?

He's not some kind of demonic outsider, how can he do it himself?

Qin Liuxi always retains a trace of softness in his heart, not as gentle as water, but remembering what Master said, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, help more people with ability, and accumulate blessings instead of harming others.

It would be too cruel to let her cremate this monk.

"Little benefactor, don't feel guilty, the old man's life's wish is nothing more than to take refuge in my Buddha." The eyes of the host of Yuanming have been falling on her, with a relaxed smile and a kind of detachment.

He has done what he can contribute.

Qin Liuxi didn't say a word, his mind moved, and a cluster of fiery red and dazzling karmic fire danced in his fingertips, and in an instant, under the smile of the Yuanming host, he flicked over.

Rumble.

The karmic fire surrounded it and incinerated it, and the face of the presiding officer of Yuanming flickered in the firelight.

The little monk chanted Amitabha Buddha and closed his eyes.

Qin Liuxi knelt down, his eyes reflecting the firelight.

Another one.

In order to buy some time for the righteous path, the master is gone, and now this enlightened monk has also gone to serve the Buddha.

The karmic fire was burning, and there was a beautiful Sanskrit sound, which seemed to come from the sky.

And somewhere, with a gloomy face, he crumpled a clay figure into pieces, and chuckled softly for a while, even if it was missing

One piece, no one can stop him.

The door of time passed, the karmic fire was extinguished, and the small doorway was only a handful of silver-white ash.

The little monk recited the scriptures, and Qin Liuxi always knelt and sat aside.

The night passed, and the morning dawned.

The little monk got up and began to move some mud bricks to build up the doorway.

Qin Liuxi took his hand and said, "There are relics in the door hole, don't you collect them?"

She saw that there were colorful and dazzling crystals in the handful of ashes, which belonged to the relics that belonged to the real enlightened monks after they sat down, and they were treasures of Buddhism.

"The presiding officer has said, after he dies, this door hole will be built, if there are relics." The little monk looked at the pagoda that had been crooked, and his voice was faint: "Then this is the relics pagoda, and one day, the ancient temple of Penglai will reappear with incense."

Qin Liuxi let go of her hand and worked with him to move bricks to build the hole, and when the door hole was stacked, she cast another trick to push the pagoda right, and there was no gap in the door of the pagoda.

The little monk saluted Qin Liuxi and said, "Donor leave by himself."

Qin Liuxi said: "You are the only one here, do you want to go out with me, there are also many Buddhist temples outside that can be placed."

The little monk shook his head with a smile: "Penglai Ancient Temple, there is only one monk left, and you have to keep it, Amitabha."

He bowed his head to Qin Liuxi and walked to the side of the main hall, Qin Liuxi faced the pagoda, and saw the sun rising from the sea shining on it, and the light was warm and shining on people.

Qin Liuxi stayed here for a long time before leaving.

When the little monk came back, he saw that there was no one here, and he was silent for a long time, and then returned to the hall, and the sound of wooden fish sounded.

Yu's.

Yu Changkong was flipping through a book of Qimen Bagua Formations, when suddenly his heart throbbed, he looked somewhere in the void, stood up, and sure enough, he saw Qin Liuxi appear in sight.

His eyes must have looked at her uncertainly, with relaxation, relief, and a flash of joy in his eyes.

I'm back.

Qin Liuxi came to him and said, "Prince Changkong, do you have any wine, can you drink a glass?"

Yu Changkong raised his eyebrows and replied, "Wait."

He turned around and entered, took the treasured wine and two wine glasses, and when he came out again, he saw that Qin Liuxi was already lying on the recliner he was sitting on in the courtyard just now, covering his face with the Qimen gossip, and breathing for a long time.

Yu Changkong was stunned for a moment, this is, asleep?

He put the wine and wine glass on the rattan table next to him, sat on the rattan chair on the other side, and looked at Qin Liuxi quietly.

An hour later, Qin Liuxi woke up, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at him: "I didn't have a bad time, did I?"

"Yes, I also rubbed the book up." Yu Changkong poured it for her