"It's too up-and-coming star, and the strain doesn't stop."

"Exorcise evil spirits and protect your life."

On Fangcun Mountain, the sound of Lang reading and chanting came, quiet and peaceful, hundreds of years have passed, but the young Bodhi at that time is still a teenager at the moment, his eyebrows are clear, only slightly longer than back then, but in addition, there is not much change,

Qi Wufu laid a good foundation for him that day, traveled in the world for a year, and laid his heart.

After getting started, many classics were placed in Fangcun Mountain, and there were many explanations, and this young man saw the teacher's final battle, knew what his teacher did, knew that he had to carry more things, he was young and transparent, his mood was clear, and he did not complain about his teacher.

After the old man came to tell him all the things, he was glad that the teacher had not died.

Since then, he has been practicing penance alone for hundreds of years, and finally succeeded.

Qi Wufu this vein, inheriting the Dao ancestor, is the most important thing to understand, the avenue of the heart has been laid, the law is behind him, as long as the understanding is enough, the heart is clear, gestures, are the avenue, it is the supernatural power, follow the king to take himself, he has been practicing non-stop over the years, but he is not trapped alone on this square inch mountain.

Shi Niang often came to see him, and when he was in the real realm, he once handed over to him a matching sword from the teacher.

That's what the teacher used to use when he was younger.

It is an ancient sword thousands of years ago, or the style of the ancient Shenwu Dynasty, the sword body is generous, once cut the luck of humanity, the name is to kill the thief, it is a mundane thing, and then it is a mortal thing, and then it is ascended with the true martial arts, and it is bathed in fairy energy above the sky, and it is recast several times, and it is reborn, and the young man likes it very much.

Over the years, in addition to practice, I have also occasionally gone down the mountain.

Also often in the busy season to help the people around to do some things to collect grain and grass, who has any disease, this young Taoist is not hesitant to go to help, and the doctor is different, this young Taoist always only uses the spirit grass in the mountains to cure the disease, does not cost much money, when weaving bamboo baskets, the hands are very skillful, than those women are more agile.

is born beautifully, but it often arouses the favor of some young girls and young women.

The girl is full of affection, and always gives him something purse or something, that is, she turned around and ran away with a red face and red ears, and the older ones made some open jokes, but it was a pity that this young Taoist was ignorant, just quietly smiling, but it was a pity, saying that such a good skin was born for nothing, but it was like a lump of wood.

In addition, it is to go around and kill demons.

The people in the town below the mountain know that there is a young fairy on the mountain, hundreds of years of spring and autumn, cold and summer, are still the same, there is no change, when the young Taoist goes down the mountain, it is not uncommon to see those gray-haired old men and old ladies telling stories to the children.

It is said that the mountain behind the town is a sacred mountain, it is a fairy mountain, there are immortals living on the mountain, there are always hunters, the woodcutter went up the mountain, got lost, saw that there was fog in all directions, could not find the way up the mountain, could not find the way down the mountain, and was in a hurry, but he had already seen the people, but he had unconsciously walked out.

So when these children were dumbfounded, they warned them in a serious way, telling them that they must be well-behaved and not be able to go up the mountain quietly, otherwise, they will collide with the immortals, and be careful not to grow up high, when these old people tell these stories, the young Taoist will carry a bamboo basket on his back, stand behind the shade of the tree, and watch these old people tell the stories that the elders told them a hundred years ago.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and tightened his back basket, looking at the white-haired people, looking at the girl who had once blushed and embroidered the purse that had been embroidered all night to herself, and the old woman with kind eyes had become a silver hair, looking at the children and grandchildren around his knees, he stood in the shade of the tree, the wind blew through the young man's sideburns and hair, and his expression was gentle.

Birth and practice, and entering the world is also practice.

Today I had a morning class and recited the scriptures.

Wearing a blue robe, the ink-colored wooden hairpin tied up his hair, kicked two pieces of dead flour cake into his arms, went to the Daheng preaching stone in the back mountain, opened the altar to preach the Fa, and taught the Dharma to the spiritually abundant people in the mountain, told the Great Dao, and then took the sword and walked down the mountain.

Hundreds of years ago, the matter of the final catastrophe has been extended to the present, and it has not been completely broken, in this period of time, all walks of life have worked hard to deal with the disasters of fire and water everywhere, and the cold and silent catastrophe has been solved a lot, but the heat and death catastrophe is still very serious, and has had a serious impact on the follow-up.

The water level has risen, everywhere in the world, there have been tides and waves of disaster, the god of water and the mountain, as well as all the families and factions in the world are working hard to control the water, and now Bodhi has been summoned, asking him to go to the East China Sea on his behalf, to find the old Ao Zang predecessors, to find a thing to control the water, in the primeval years, the human race has already treated the flood.

Now it's just an ordinary thing.

The young Taoist soared through the clouds, went to the shore of the East China Sea, went to the Dragon Palace, looked for the Dragon King, understood the meaning, Ao Guang agreed, and eagerly took the arm of the young Taoist, and pulled him to meet Ao Zang, who had been recuperating from the first war for all these years, and Ao Zang handed over this thing to Bodhi.

This person cast a trick in his sleeve, collected all the means, and then said gently:

"Thank you, senior."

The place of returning to the ruins poked out a huge and incomparably large dragon head, majestic like Mount Tai, majestic and hideous, far more than Ao Guang these dragon kings, but unfortunately broke a dragon horn, less but majestic, increasing the ferocious color, dark golden vertical pupils swept the young Taoist in front of him, as if he could sense the majestic vitality in the body of this young Taoist, slightly admired, said:

"The foundation is good, it is indeed solid, and it has not insulted your teacher's name."

Seeing that the young Taoist was still saluting and thanking him, Canglong shook his head, his voice was blank, and said:

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"Your foundation is different, to a certain extent, it is the strongest innate spiritual root, the peach of Pan Tao Garden, the ginseng fruit of Wuzhuang Guan, you have to bow a head in front of you, and the same origin as the Buddha, really count, the generation is higher than the old man has to be half a layer higher, between me and me, simply talk about each other."

"Are you going down the mountain for this thing, do you want to go to the heavenly realm?"

The young Taoist was neither humble nor arrogant: "Not only that, but there is another great joy." ”

The young Taoist smiled warmly and happily: "Shi Niang is pregnant for hundreds of years, Wa Huang Niang told Yu Poor Dao that as a disciple of the teacher, he should go to congratulate him, and after this action, he will send this stick into the Tianque Doushi Palace, so that the old gentleman can be recast, and he will go to the teacher to meet before the palace." ”

Canglong sighed and said: "Emperor Zhenwu Zhen Tianlingying, the child of the Demon Tianzun, what kind of demeanor is it, it's a pity, it's a pity, the old man has hurt the foundation after all, I'm afraid I have to wait until the child grows up, I can go to see it, go, go, I just hope that the child will not be affected by Fuxi." ”

Say so.

But the dragon's eyes were staring at the young man in front of him.

In my heart, I was worried that this child was affected, after all, to a certain extent, this kid will also be the brother of the child of the Emperor Zhentian in the future, and there is something in common between the brother and the elder brother, but don't have some sympathy and resonance with that guy Fuxi.

A thought came to his mind, I only hope that the first child of the kid who is not confused will not be a daughter, otherwise Fu Xi will definitely affect this young Taoist with a very high background, a very strong foundation, and a wide range of talents.

But he didn't say such words.

lest he find that Fu Xi was 'enthusiastic' and came to visit the door the next day.

The young Taoist said goodbye to this ancient old man, and left this place again, seeing that outside the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the mountain peak was quite beautiful, and he liked it quite much, so he held down the cloud head, ate some fruits on that mountain, drank some mountain springs, and was in good spirits, and then left in the clouds.

Entering the world, but slowing down, there were demons and demons along the way, all of them were slashed with swords, but before they were about to ascend to the sky, they heard the voices of old men and young people talking in front of them, panicked appearance, and there were innate gods and demons.

"Innate Gods and Demons ......"

Most of the innate gods and demons were beheaded, and the rest fled separately, although there have been several large-scale killings over the years, but these innate gods and demons are all supernatural powers, and they are not so easy to destroy.

Immediately, his expression was slightly abrupt, and he went forward with his sword.

………………

"Run, run, Master!"

"Don't make noise, little one, your teacher's leg is going to break!"

"Wow!!"

"Then why can't we outrun this guy in the back!"

"Because ......," the old voice paused, and said wistfully, "because he has eight legs." ”

“！！！”

A rumbling sound came, and behind it was an innate god and demon that was somewhat similar to a spider, or rather, it could not be said that it was an innate god and demon, this thing was at most a creation of an innate god and demon, but it was also extremely difficult to deal with the two masters and apprentices.

"Little bald donkey, bow your head !!"

The wrinkled old monk shouted.

The little monk next to him made a very standard fish pounce, but it was swept by a fierce wind, and the spider's forefeet slashed viciously in front of it, but it tore out a large arc of light, and the surrounding thick trees were cut off at once, and smashed to the ground, making a burst, a loud sound.

The two monks turned white with fright, looked at each other, and fell silent.

The old monk shouted, "Run!!! ”

Turning around, the girl ran away, the little monk's eyes widened, one flew over, grabbed the old monk's clothes, the old monk said: "Stinky boy, what are you holding me for, you go down, give the teacher me some time, and when I go out, I will give you a lot of recitation!" ”

"Wow, ah, I don't believe it!"

"Teacher, you will definitely secretly run to eat meat buns!"

"Huh?! What, what kind of meat buns, I didn't eat meat buns, that's, that's the sacrificial temple, the sacrificial temple, this, this monk's thing, what kind of meat buns......"

The old monk wanted to throw the little monk down, but the little monk locked the old monk tightly, but he didn't let go, and decided that the master and apprentice would prepare for the demon to make supper together, but although he was so screaming, the spider god and demon kept attacking, cracking the surrounding earth, and the trees rumbling down, stirring up countless dust, and the momentum was terrifying.

But these two monks were full of urine, using their hands and feet together, but they didn't lose a piece of meat.

The old monk got up one by one, sandwiched the little monk in his elbow, looked at his age, and when he ran wildly, he was even sharper than the young man, and while running, he shouted loudly at the same time, and said, "The one who is watching, look at it again, you have to find me two bald heads in the feces of this thing!" ”

The little monk said loudly: "Great Immortal, let's make a move!" ”

Although it seems to be frightened to the white, but there is a happy feeling, as if being taken by the teacher to play, although this experience is very special, but I also know that the teacher will not really leave him, the god and demon were slightly stunned, and suddenly heard a sigh, a sword sound.

Immediately, his eyes turned black, and his entire body was directly nailed to the ground, and his eight legs were lying flat.

His eyes widened, and he was unwilling to see a wide sword fall to the ground, and then a blue-shirted Taoist fell from the sky, his toes lightly touched the hilt of the sword, his sleeves rolled up, a whisk of dust, an ink hairpin tied up his hair, his expression was clear and handsome, and his eyebrows were flying.

On the body of the sword, there are two big characters.

[Kill the thief]!

The god and demon's heart stagnated, and a chill rose up, and he thought of a name that had gradually become famous in the world in the past hundred years, and his pupils were waiting to contract violently......

"Killing the thief sword, Fang Cun Mountain Bodhi real person."

"In the past three hundred years, I have swept away all the demons, learned through the three religions, and killed the Buddha nature and Taoist real people."

How did you come across this embryo killer!

The god and demon were frightened, but the young Taoist on the opposite side would not have the slightest hand, so he heard a sword roar to the sky, and the god and demon were immediately wiped out, the young Taoist jumped down from the sword lightly, and swept his robe, and the thief sword roared and circled, turning into a streamer and flying into his sleeve robe.

The old monk patted his heart, got up, lifted the little monk up again, patted him away from the dust, and then folded his hands towards the young Taoist and said with a smile:

"The old monk has seen the real people of Fangcun Mountain."

"I can't afford to be a real person."

The young Taoist replied gently, but when he turned around, he was slightly stunned, saw the old monk's gaze, was slightly surprised, a gentle smile appeared on his face, nodded with a chuckle, and said:

"It turned out to be an old man."

The old monk was puzzled.

The young Bodhi recognized this man, and he had seen this man in his previous life when he was traveling.

It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

How many reincarnations are there this time? In this way, is this little monk the reincarnation of the medicine master Liuliguang Rulai?

No wonder this spider-like god and demon stared at this old monk and did not let go, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, the reincarnation of the Buddha, for such an insect-like demon, but it was an unprecedented temptation, the young Taoist was suddenly in his heart, and the old monk was puzzled, muttering in his heart, how could this great real man recognize himself?

It's broken, could it be that you have taken a fancy to something on us?!

This poor bald donkey monk is only this little bald donkey more precious.

The old monk's heart tightened, and he raised his hand to pat the curious little guy next to him, and said:

"Look, hurry up and salute and thank you."

The little monk blinked and looked at the young Taoist in front of him, for some reason, he had an indescribable sense of closeness in his heart, and saluted: "I've seen a real person." ”

Young Bodhi looked at this little monk who was much younger than himself.

I felt the slightest resemblance that seemed to be reproduced from the roots.

The gentle expression on his face finally changed, and he was stunned.

"It's ...... you"

(End of chapter)