Above the old soil, somewhere in the fairy world.

An old man with crane hair and a childish face was prostrate on the ground, holding a disc in front of his hands.

In the disc, there are four keys.

Light purple, crimson, turquoise, light blue.

"Young Lord, before you went to other worlds, Your Majesty instructed me to hand over these four Heaven Stealing Keys to you when you are about to complete the Nine Heavens of the Guardian Realm."

The red-robed blonde boy sitting on a yellow chair was silent.

"The king said that he left you two paths.

First, the three disasters of Buddhism.

Jun Shang collected it during the First World War of Buddhahood, and the keys are very complete.

The three-fold process of fire, water and wind ensures that once you have succeeded, you will be able to achieve perfection.

Second, Taoism robbed thunder.

The king once sowed many seeds. Among them, the seedlings that fell on the wasteland of the old soil grew up half a year ago and were harvested by the king, but-"

Before the old man finished speaking, he was stepped on by the red-robed blonde boy behind him.

"Although I am a concubine, my father doesn't like me so much? After turning into a Buddha, the three calamities of Buddhism have long spread among the royal families of various families, even if I refine these three keys, what are the advantages of opening them up with people who have cultivated on their own? ”

The blonde boy's tone was grim, and his feet were heavier.

"The only one that is not bad is actually a loss? You tell me how to choose? Ah, you're telling me what to do?! ”

He kicked the plate open, allowing the four keys to fall.

The old man was very strong, and when he got up, he didn't hold back and almost overturned the boy.

He picked up the keys scattered on the ground one by one, and wiped off the dust very lovingly.

"Thirteen young masters, don't blame the slave for not reminding you, the king is thoughtful and has arrangements for every child. If you still think that the king is preferred, then you should be a minion who has not been here this time. ”

The old man's tone was cold, like ice.

The young man came to his senses from his anger, gritted his teeth, bowed to his teacher, and respectfully asked, "Why did the envoy teach me?" ”

The old man paced slowly in the empty hall.

After a long time, he sat on the golden royal chair slowly.

The blonde boy held back his anger, turned around and saluted again, and asked respectfully, "Teach me the light king!" ”

The old man finally spoke: "As the thirteenth young master said, the three calamities of Buddhism have been spread, and all the royal families have studied the method of responding to the catastrophe.

And the Daomen's thunderstorm, even if you know the principle, it is still difficult to deal with, so it reflects its preciousness.

Although the thunder robbery key that the king gave to the young master is missing, it is not much, so there is a way to deal with it-"

When the crane-haired and childlike old man said this, he stopped.

The blonde boy was heartbroken, and directly took off the treasure bag on his belt, respectfully handed it to the old man, and then said, "Please teach me, teacher!" ”

The old man smiled, put the treasure bag in his arms, and said, "There are two solutions. The first is to deduce it yourself, which is time-consuming, but it is also beneficial for your future development. The second way is to get back the two real marks. ”

The blonde boy's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

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Eight hundred miles north of Juxian City, Lin Xiaoyuan followed Liu Chang's guidance and walked for more than half a month before finding Da Liuzhuang.

There is a ruined temple in the north of Zhuangtou, and Lin Xiaoyuan did find a blind old monk in the temple.

This old monk was so skinny that he knew that he would not live long.

"Old man, there was a brother of Liu Chang who asked me to bring you a message, he said that he played the axe very well, and he was still killing enemies outside, and he couldn't pull away for a while, so let me take care of you for a while, take care of your body, and don't starve in the future."

Lin Xiaoyuan thought all the way and finally said this sentence.

The blind old monk sat cross-legged in the haystack with his back to the stupa.

Although he is extremely old, his face is kind and his demeanor is solemn.

Lin Xiaoyuan saw that the old monk did not answer, and his breath was weak, so he secretly refined the precious wood attribute spirit seed found on the road in his arms, and crossed the vitality into the old monk's body.

Refining vitality and helping people prolong their lives is also a small technique that Lin Xiaoyuan only realized after stepping into the guarded realm.

As a result, before this life essence reached the old monk's body, it was blocked by a pale golden light film outside the old monk's body.

"The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death. The three ascetic cultivators of the Buddhist family were not able to do so, and they passed away. With that, he held his breath.

Lin Xiaoyuan looked at the old man who died suddenly, and didn't know what to do.

What about burial or cremation? Lin Xiaoyuan couldn't make up his mind, he entered the village and asked for directions everywhere before finding Liu Chang's home.

Liu Chang's parents don't seem to be very happy to see Lin Xiaoyuan, and they don't care about Liu Chang's life and death. No wonder Liu Chang was not thinking about his parents or the old monk in the end!

Lin Xiaoyuan left some money for the family, and asked how to arrange the funeral of the old monk in the Zhuangtou Temple.

"Let's burn it, although the old monk has raised a long-haired dwarf monster, don't think we will pay for it."

These are the original words of Liu Chang's biological parents, with a cold attitude, for fear of being implicated.

Lin Xiaoyuan was helpless, he wanted to teach Liu Chang a lesson, but he didn't feel worth it.

He took back the money he had just sent, ignored the couple's obstruction and abuse, and walked towards Zhuangzi's coffin shop.

After inquiry, cremation was still chosen.

All fire can burn the golden body.

It seems that the old monk is really gone.

Since the ashes of the old monk, he saw a relic the size of a pigeon's egg, and his spiritual power was restrained, but Lin Xiaoyuan could feel the countless spiritual powers hidden inside, and the amount of spiritual power was even comparable to that of the rare spirit god Neidan.

When the oil ran out, the relics left by the old monk were so powerful, and their cultivation during his lifetime must be extraordinary. The spiritual power is remarkable, and it seems that this old monk should also be a Vault Dweller, imprisoned like this. Even if the cultivation is amazing, you can only wait for death in the old land.

The deceased is the greatest, Lin Xiaoyuan did not dare to covet the spiritual power left over from this relic, and solemnly put it away. Lin Xiaoyuan also funded the renovation of the broken temple, and sprinkled the three handfuls of soil he had grabbed in front of Liu Chang's grave under the old temple.

Two days later, the old temple was completely renovated, and there was nothing in it, only a nine-story stone stupa.

Although this temple will still be dilapidated in many years, Lin Xiaoyuan now only asks for a clear conscience.

After worshipping, Lin Xiaoyuan lifted the pagoda and prepared to place the relics in it. As soon as he lifted the pagoda, Lin Xiaoyuan saw an old leather book inside: there were three big characters on the cover: Xiao Lei Yin was missing.

Lin Xiaoyuan was surprised, guessing that the old monk didn't have time to give Liu Chang the creation back then, Liu Chang was in a hurry, and left without the old monk talking in detail, so he missed this exercise.

Alas, the time is also fate.

Lin Xiaoyuan sighed softly.

After breaking through the defensive realm, his memory was even better than before, so he read and memorized the book several times, then put the book back in its place and placed it at the bottom of the tower along with the relic.

As the stupa landed, the Buddha relics died and the books turned to ashes.