Demons exist when mortals believe in gods.

Demon cultivators in the world are either hidden in the wild mountains and secluded places, or they are prosperous in the world, and they don't know when they will start to die with the righteous path. Where there is a Daomen, there is a Demon Sect, just like the two major Zen sects of the Eight Great Daomen that stand at the peak, the Demon Sect also has the strongest organization, named Chiyue, and the thirty-six true demons and seventy-two scattered demons under the Demon Throne, all of them are the leading figures in cultivating the Demon Dao, and any one born is enough to make waves in the rivers and lakes.

According to the rumors of the rivers and lakes, this true demon has entered the palace, although he did not eat the eye of the Son of Heaven as he wished, but he harmed the pearl of the emperor's palm, and the master of the palace could not keep him at all, and he went to an old temple in the mountains soon after he left the palace, and since then he has become a monk in the prison, sitting on the ground in the open air for more than 20 years, only eating flying birds. The magic skills he cultivated, fifty years of rejuvenation, when he was reborn from a withered old man to a young man, he went down the mountain to reason without saying a word.

Soon, the rivers and lakes of the Xuanyang Empire produced a melancholy hero who did not speak, with eight-character eyebrows and cross-eyes, a sad face everywhere chivalrous and righteous, the powerful bullied the good and bullied women he had to manage, he had to take care of the reckless and reckless martial arts, he had to take care of the shopkeeper's deduction of the little February money, he had to take care of the children's open urination, he had to take care of the swordsman in the rivers and lakes singled out too ink, and even the coquettish woman had to be managed in broad day******light. Otherwise, they would have been famous for their chivalry and righteousness together with their personal promises. But over time, the reputation of this melancholy hero has been declining, because there are always some big and small problems in the rivers and lakes, and he always offends people for the sake of reason, and even the famous predecessors on the rivers and lakes regard him as a mildew god, but the big thing that made him provoke a group to attack was that he actually let go of the remnants of the Demon Sect from the sword of the generation of young heroes in the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine.

The spark of the stars can start a prairie fire, and those who fall into the well will have no chance, the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine is one of the eight great gates in the world, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see its scales and half claws, and the melancholy hero has offended such a big person, no, the two or three hundred righteous people who are on the list of the Xuanyang Imperial Newspaper followed the melancholy hero to the Sanzang Temple.

In the open space outside the gate of Sanzang Temple, these two or three hundred people were huge, and a few of them jumped up to the mountain gate, and the old monk walked out alone with a wooden fish and sat down on the ground.

He raised his eyebrows and said to everyone: "Amitabha." ”

The originally noisy crowd quieted down, and several famous people took the lead in saluting the old monk, and of course the kung fu on the scene had to be done.

After glancing at it, the old monk saw that the atmosphere was right, bowed his head slightly, knocked the wooden fish three times, and said with a pleasant face: "Can you donors listen to the old man tell a story first." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and one of the Yang Zhuang owners of Juyi Village felt that the weight was enough, and replied for everyone: "Master Abbot said." ”

The monks of Sanzang Temple have never seen such a big scene, and they shrank in the temple and dare not come out, while the three brothers of Zongyang sat on the stone steps at the gate to watch the play, they should have gone down the mountain at this time, but they were blocked.

The old monk put down the gavel, touched the Buddha beads hanging around his neck and said: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple on the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple, and there was a little monk, one day the old monk took the little monk to the mountain stream to fetch water, saw a wounded white sheep, chasing a big tiger with hanging eyes, dare to ask the donor, should you kill this big tiger?" ”

The owner of Yang Zhuang of Juyi Village had a big beard on his face, and his face was arrogant, and he said: "It should be killed!" ”

The old monk raised his eyebrows and said: "There is a law for the reincarnation of all things in the world, sheep eat grass, tigers eat sheep, born with destiny, dare to ask what is the crime of tigers?" ”

The owner of Juyi Village clasped his hands to his chest and said proudly: "As a disciple of Buddhism, doesn't the abbot master know the truth that you can't kill?" Killing a big tiger can save tens, hundreds, and thousands of sheep, which is a meritorious act. ”

The old monk said with a smile: "That day, the mutton shop slaughtered hundreds of millions of sheep, the big tiger was just to make a living, and the owner of the mutton shop was to make a fortune outside his body, shouldn't the donor dismantle them?" ”

Hearing these words, many righteous people present were all amazed that what the old monk said made sense, and there were indeed high monks in the mountains.

The old monk continued: "In the story, the old monk told the little monk that the little monk felt that the big tiger ate sheep and ate people, and it was for the sake of the people in the world that they had to be killed. ”

The old monk's words were vague, but he really compared everyone present to a little monk, and he regarded himself as an old monk, so he naturally took advantage of his seniority.

"Alas......, the big tiger kills the sheep for the young tiger, and the young tiger will starve to death if he doesn't eat the sheep, but what's the crime of the poor sheep?! How bitter it is, all living beings have suffering. The old monk sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone also sighed, this is really difficult, and there are lives on both sides.

"If you follow the reincarnation of heaven and let the tiger eat the sheep, it is not the will of my Buddha to purify all sentient beings. If humanity is regarded as the way of heaven, and the tiger eats people is evil, then it is not evil for people to eat things in the world? This is selfishness and arrogance. The old monk said that the silence in the field was thought-provoking, he knocked on the wooden fish a few times, and suddenly asked, "Do you donors know about this thing?" ”

The people who were contemplative were interrupted by the old monk's question, and someone was about to answer, but the old monk took the first step and said: "This is called a wooden fish, but there is a fish word, is it a fish?" The same is true of the Demon Sect, not to mention being a child. Master Sanzang of this temple once said that people are born of human mothers, demons are born of demons, and there are mothers, so how can demons be born demons? Demons are also born of people, and people are inherently good, so when they grow up, they must be demons? In the story, the old monk cut meat and fed the tiger, it is my Buddha's mercy, and taking in this child is also my Buddha's compassion. ”

The owner of Juyi Zhuang Yang Zhuang was speechless for a while, and the Giant Whale Gang Qin Gang Leader next to him grinned and asked: "Master Abbot, Buddhism has a kind of cause and effect, this child has witnessed his parents being killed, and his hatred has been born, and he will become a scourge of the rivers and lakes when he grows up." ”

The old monk shook his head and whispered: "No, even true demons can practice meditation, let alone a child." ”

Everyone present could not understand this sentence that true demons can also practice meditation, and they only know the truth of cutting grass and eradicating the roots, and a middle-aged man with a hot temper and an unknown name shouted: "Old monk, I don't understand your story, and I don't understand the truth of your Buddhism, I advise you to hand over this child!" Otherwise, on the charge of hiding the remnants of the Demon Sect, I will demolish your temple!" ”

After listening to the story, the people who didn't want to listen to the reason hurriedly agreed, because this child was extremely important to them.

In the temple, the empty bowl monk dug out a clay sword out of nowhere, walked towards the gate with a cold face, and the senior brothers and brothers who were hiding by the gate all cast admiring eyes.

The empty bowl monk has boasted countless times, before he went up the mountain, he was instructed by an old fairy in a dream, and learned a set of peerless swordsmanship, if it wasn't for killing the township bully and running up the mountain, he would have become famous in the rivers and lakes.

The door of the temple was wide open, and the three of Zongyang walked through Zongyang with a sword in an empty bowl, and stood in front of the old monk in front of everyone, and said in a chivalrous manner: "Master, there is no need to say more, they don't understand your reasoning, but the sword book on the red-eyed child, dare to bully to Sanzang Temple, let them learn my swordsmanship first." ”

A man in Tsing Yi who was surrounded by Yang Zhuang Lord, Qin Gang Leader and others raised his head from his fake sleep, and he was carrying a large sword box behind him.

The thumb of the left hand of the empty bowl slowly flicked the sword out of the sheath, and the righteous people present held their breath, and it was not impossible for the masters to come out of the deep mountains.

The empty bowl suddenly drew his sword, his body was erect, his legs were tightly together, his right hand was holding the sword and pointing at everyone, and his left hand threw away the scabbard and put it behind his head, the action was funny, and his face was a little red, because he accidentally pinched the swollen egg that was knocked by the mallet.

The old monk didn't know when he appeared behind the empty bowl, his right hand reached out and twisted the ears of the empty bowl, his body was as vigorous as an ape, he forcibly pulled the empty bowl back, and shamelessly lost his sentence: "It's going to thunder and rain to collect clothes, don't go down the mountain!" ”

Bang –

The temple door was closed, leaving only the three of Zongyang sitting eye-catchingly.

Crunch –

The temple door was reopened, but it was a melancholy hero who walked out.

When the crow saw the melancholy hero's hairstyle, even if his temperament changed greatly after building his body, and now he was lonely and silent, he took a step back in surprise, sweating profusely on his forehead.

The hairstyles of the two are the same!

Zong Yang Yuanben also noticed, a smile, a smirk.

The melancholy hero didn't care, and floated by like the wind, standing in front of all the righteous people.

Somehow, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang Qin was very angry at the melancholy hero, and when they met, he scolded: "Cross-eyed, you have the courage to come out?!" It's useless for you to run up the mountain, hand over the remnants of the Demon Sect quickly! ”

The melancholy hero was petrified and did not move.

The Giant Whale Gang Qin Gang Leader strode forward, the scabbard was drawn back on the face of the melancholy hero, and the melancholy hero staggered a few steps to the side, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The embarrassed Qin gang leader kicked him in the chest again, and the melancholy hero flew upside down, and after getting up from the flying dust, he was still expressionless and actionless.

I don't know who roared: "Cross-eyed secretly hides the remnants of the Demon Sect, blind dog-eyed, you teach him a good lesson!" ”

For a while, all the sects and factions stepped forward in turn according to the status of the rivers and lakes to beat the melancholy hero, and the poor melancholy hero was finally beaten into a bloody man, trying to get up but lying down heavily, one leg trembling involuntarily.

Yuan Ben had already wanted to teach this group of bullying bullshit righteous people a lesson, they were all a bunch of waste wood from the Jue Ling Realm, but they were stopped by Zong Yang. Zong Yang didn't want to spoil the good intentions of the melancholy hero, he always had a reason not to make a move, but he never expected that these righteous people would fight really fiercely.

I only heard the empty bowl in the temple shouting, it was really too deceitful, and I broke out of the door, and I rushed forward with my sword.

The empty bowl of swords shouted, "Which of you is the most powerful, come and pick me up for half a sword!" ”

"What a big breath!" A middle-aged Taoist priest with a square scarf stabbed his sword into the empty bowl.

The empty bowl blocked the two swords in an orderly manner, and then the tiger's mouth was numb, and the shuriken flew into the air, he had to turn his head in panic and run, and unfortunately fell into a dog and ate.

The flying sword has the meaning of releasing a blood in the empty bowl, chasing after it, one of the three people at the temple gate finally appeared, took the sword of the empty bowl in the air, and slapped the flying sword of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the flying sword turned into a black spot and disappeared far away, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was countered by hemoptysis.

The sword path implied by this sword could only be seen by the man in Tsing Yi who was carrying the sword box, and the man in Tsing Yi twisted his neck bone and faced Zong Yang.

"Your swordsmanship is good, can you have a competition?" The man in Tsing Yi was proud and confident.

Zong Yang picked up the empty bowl, handed over the sword, and said: "I just can't get used to some things, as for the competition, I don't have this mood." ”

The man in Tsing Yi chuckled lightly and said slowly: "I don't care what remnants of the Demon Sect, killing the owner of the Fengjian Villa is not because he has an affair with the Demon Sect, but because I think his swordsmanship is enough, I have only asked about the sword along the way." ”

Zong Yang listened patiently to the nonsense.

The man in Tsing Yi pressed his right hand to the sword box behind his back, looking proud, "I will compete with you as a disciple of the Eight Desolations Sword Shrine, am I qualified enough?" ”

"Coffin Road?!" Zong Yang became a little interested.

The man in Tsing Yi tapped his index finger on the sword box, and a sword flew out of the sword box, with cyan runes on the sword body, hanging by his side, and asked, "Say, are you entering the Yan Realm or the Spirit Realm?" ”

Yuan Ben listened to the nostrils of the breath, and said: "The little Shifang Daojun is so arrogant, the eldest brother can defeat you with one hand, look at your arrogant appearance." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly and replied, "Psychic Realm." ”

The man in Tsing Yi lost interest in an instant, but he didn't want to miss even a dish of side dishes when he only asked about the sword, he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, danced a beautiful sword flower, and motioned for Zong Yang to make a move.

Zong Yang also wanted to see the swordsmanship of the top stream Dao Gate, how it was unique. In order to look like a psychic realm, he had to honestly pull out the sheath from his waist, and after drawing his sword, he threw the sheath to Yuan Ben.

The man in Tsing Yi walked over, and Zong Yang said lightly: "If you have a few swords, let's make a few." ”

This sentence made the man in Tsing Yi look contemptuous, and even more surprised the few masters present who witnessed him overriding the owner of the Sword Mountain with one sword, the swordsmanship of the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine was mysterious, and it was really a frog at the bottom of the well.

The sword chant on the Tsing Yi man's side cut through the air, stacking layers of sword shadows like crane wings, Zong Yang sword walking dragon snake, the two swords exchanged dozens of times in one breath, the contempt in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi has been lost, into the sword into the sword, the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine disciples were defeated in a hurry.

In their eyes, the sword spectrum of Fengjian Villa is already hot, and they have to get it at the cost of their lives, this is the real purpose of their going up the mountain to pursue the orphan, but after witnessing the swordsmanship of these two, they know who is the frog at the bottom of the well.

"Out of the sword!" Zong Yang struck away the blue-patterned sword in the hand of the man in Tsing Yi, and sealed his throat strongly.

The man in Tsing Yi took out another blue-patterned sword from the sword box, and hurriedly started it, but he couldn't bear Zong Yang's few swords, so he threw another sword.

"Out of the sword!" Zong Yang pressed on the man in Tsing Yi, one in and one retreat, the man in Tsing Yi reluctantly offered the third blue sword, and at this time, the first two swords hanging in the air broke through the air and flew towards Zong Yang.

Zong Yang opened the second sword, and the big black sword easily resisted the three flying swords.

The Eight Desolation Sword Shrine really lives up to its reputation, and its divine sense can actually control multiple swords, and it is the only one in the world that can do it!

The man in Tsing Yi shouted, and five other blue-patterned swords were sacrificed from the sword box, and the eight swords were arrayed to attack Zongyang.

Zong Yang was once caught in a tornado in the land of heaven forsaken, and there were countless weapons around him at that time, but these eight swords could be said to be the same, and he easily broke the sword formation after experiencing hardship, and proudly ruled the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped on the ground and retreated, and the righteous man behind him quickly fled, and after landing on the ground, the man in Tsing Yi collected seven swords into the box, although cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still had no fear and said: "Let you understand the sword intent!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a Xuanqing sword intent appeared in the world under the expectation of everyone, and the face of the man in Tsing Yi smiled fiercely under a few traces of scattered long hair.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, the big black sword was inserted into the ground, and everyone saw that the Xuanqing sword intent was slashed on Zong Yang's chest, but it disappeared under a flash of red light, and at the same time that Zong Yang's right arm, who was unharmed, was cut down in the void, a red sword, condensed by the sword intent and the power of the sun, and the giant sword ten zhang long slashed to the top of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head in distraction, looked at the black runes on the blade of the big black sword in a daze, and his divergent pupils shrank sharply.