Western regions.

After this meeting, there are already many monks in Roland City in the Western Regions who have stayed in permanent residence.

This is a blessed place where three monks have ascended!

Monks all over the world are preaching, on the yellow sand, the Demon Suppression Temple is the place where the world's chances gather.

In the Demon Suppression Temple.

On the Shura Hall, the red-clothed monk and the old monk faced each other cross-legged, looking at each other in pairs, and neither of them spoke.

The wooden fish of the old monk Shanyu was given to Jiang Su at the beginning, and now he can only twist the Buddha beads by hand to calculate the Buddha number.

The two have been at a stalemate for a whole month.

"Eh, I said can you two say a word, I look at you like this every day, and I'm annoyed."

The little boy held a few small pebbles in his hand, and threw them at the two men from time to time, watching the stones roll down to form an enchantment, and then be crushed by their spiritual power.

As one of the few remaining demon cultivators in this world, Higashino Xian has been controlled in the Demon Suppression Temple.

Actually, this man did it of his own free will.

Liu Yunqing, as the last person in this realm of demon cultivators who could ascend, after stepping through the void, the rest of the demon cultivators were equivalent to being notified of the death date in disguise.

Higashino didn't want to wait to die.

He knew the special position of the Demon Suppression Temple in this realm, so he resolutely stayed here to cultivate, waiting for the day when the Heavenly Dao would open his eyes and reward him with an opportunity.

He is now a well-known young demon boy in the cultivation world, known as the first master of the evil path.

As the only descendant of the Dongye family in the Northern Regions, I don't know how many people want to come to him to ask him for formation advice.

He didn't hide it, he taught everything that should be taught, and now there are several people who claim to be his apprentices and run behind his ass all day long.

"If you want me to say, since you have a request for someone, then just open your mouth, sell it well, this old monk can also help you with my family's plain face."

Dong Ye Xian didn't know how many times he persuaded him, but Fang Zhe and the old monk pretended not to hear.

He simply crawled directly to Fang Zhuan's body, his hands and feet moved wildly, and he took the opportunity to touch several bottles of the pill left by Jiang Su.

Fang Zhi sensed his intentions, raised his hand to block loosely, and the person flew out directly.

The door of the Arhat Hall is closed.

"I want to know who my sword soul is."

Fang Zhe finally spoke, and took the initiative to place his cold slashing knife flat in front of him.

The eyes of the old monk who were good at talking were always round, and when he heard the sound, he lowered his head to look at his knife.

After a long time, he stopped grinding the Buddha beads and covered the one hundred and eight Buddha beads hanging from his wrist on the cold cutting knife.

"Does the benefactor remember what the old man said that day?"

"Hmm. But I felt that there was too much blood on my hands, and I was not allowed to enter the Buddha's door. ”

The old monk shook his head, "No, no, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

"In the past, there was a Bodhisattva King of Jizo, who vowed that hell would not be empty and that he would not become a Buddha. Today, there is a benefactor who slashes his blood relatives and sends them to reincarnation in the next life, and willingly enters the infernal hell by himself, and is spit on and insulted by tens of millions. ”

"You have Buddha nature, you have a relationship with Buddha."

Fang Zhe didn't care about this person's judgment of himself, he didn't enter the Buddhist path, and there were other reasons.

Buddhist ...... You can't find a couple.

"How can you tell me who my sword soul is?"

Seeing that he was so stubborn, the old monk sighed and silently wrapped the Buddha beads around his knife a few more times.

"After you ascend, take this sword-wrapped Buddha bead to the realm of my Buddhism, the Western Elysium, and ask for a word for me and other people in this realm."

Fang folded his long eyelashes lowered, his eyes flashed, and he raised the long knife wrapped in brown Buddha beads in front of him and looked at it carefully.

His knife had been rerefined by him, and the blade was extremely sharp, and he never thought that he would cut the string of beads.

"Yes, I promise."

Fang Fold raised his hand and pointed four fingers to the sky, "I, Fang Fold , after this puzzle, I will go to the Western Elysium to seek a mantra for the Buddha of this realm. ”

There was a sudden thunderclap in the sky.

The old monk bowed slightly.

"Yes."

"The soul in your sword is your former dearest, and your attribute is yin, so you changed from breaking your intestines to cutting cold in the name of Yang and bloodthirsty."

After speaking, Fang froze in place, and only the old monk's unhurried sentence was in his mind, "Former dearest." ”

His former closest relatives consisted of three, his father, his mother, and ...... The sister who was devoured by herself.

"Hum—"

Fang Zhe's mind suddenly went blank, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the day when he discovered the truth.

"Xiao Fold is back, your father will cook by himself today, come and taste his craftsmanship."

"Where's my sister?"

"Xiaoyuan, on your father's side."

A man in a white robe stood at the door of the kitchen, holding a plate of steaming balls with oil and water in his hand.

"Fold it, try one."

He took the chopsticks and swallowed them.

"Where's my sister?"

"Xiaoyuan, what's going on here, how does it taste?"

He rushed in, lifted the lid on the stovetop, and saw an unrecognizable mass of things being fried in oil, black hair rubbing the edge of the stove.

The white-robed monk walked behind him with his forehead propped up, "Look at me, I forgot to shave people's breasts." ”

……

Memories flew through his sea of consciousness like a marquee.

Finally, the scene shifts to him dressed in red, standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The gut-breaker shattered at his feet.

The sea of knowledge collapsed, and he fell completely, and his red clothes were soaked in the sea of blood.

The blood that enveloped him, cold and biting, had been flowing and boiling hot in the bodies of his former comrades.

He wanted to die in this Infernal Hell.

At some point, a weak soul fell onto his remnant knife, and the gut breaker reshaped the knife.

She claimed to be the sword spirit and slashed the cold, and told him with her mind through the connection between her closest relatives and flesh and blood.

"My name is Chopping Han, and I am your sword spirit."

The cardinal's collapsed sea of knowledge was tightly tied to every fragment by white silk like a spider's web, but unfortunately some of his past had been shattered into powder, and no matter how much he broke the thread, he couldn't keep it.

Cut the cold, willing to cut the cold of the past for my brother.

……

Big dreams come back.

Fang Zhe's eyes returned to clarity.

The cardinal noticed that the corners of his eyes were somehow a little cold, and when he raised his hand, it was all his tears.

He muttered in a low voice, "Xiao Yuan."

Fang Yuan, his little sister.

At the beginning, because his body was thrown into the oil pot, it was made into a dish that stimulated him, but his soul was not refined by Shi Yan.

"It turned out to be a small ......"

Fang Zhi gently stroked the long knife that had been rerefined by him and was particularly solemn and powerful, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

With a long knife in his hand, he got up and saluted the old monk, then turned to leave.

He knew how he could soar.

He's also going to take important people with him.

……

Eastern Regions.

The red-clothed monk carried the white-clothed monk, and the two of them buried their heads in the refining room.

year.

Two years.

……

Decade.

Someday.

"Senior brother, our master and uncle may be out of the customs this year, and it will snow heavily in a few days, and we won't be able to celebrate Master's birthday again, and those flower demons will have trouble with me again."

The black-clothed sword cultivator was lying on the tree boredly, with a first-order branch in the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of sadness.

Under the tree, Chen Zeshen put on a pure white fox fur, held a bamboo pen, and painted Danqing on the fan.

"Bang-" There was a loud bang.

His hand shook, and Danqing fell one more drop.

Realizing the source of the sound, he immediately raised his eyes to the refining room not far away.

The door opens.

The whitefriar was the first to step out.

The Cardinal followed.

Behind the two of them was a two- or three-year-old girl wearing a white velvet red jacket.

Xu Yan fell directly from the tree, got up and patted the ash on his body, and said in shock: "Master, uncle, you ...... Got a baby? ”

Uncle Xu originally had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched faintly when he heard this.

Chen Zeshen smashed a fan on his stupid senior brother's head, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk!" ”

Fang bent down and carried the little girl on his arm, "This is my sister, Fang Yuan." ”

"You have a sister? You are in retreat for her. Chen Zeshen frowned slightly, his heart was complicated.

No wonder this person was so good at taking care of Jiang Su in the first place! It turned out to be experienced!

The little knife spirit didn't want to sit on his arm, and after a few flutters, he jumped to the ground again.

"Brother, don't sit, look for Sister Susu."

Fang Yuan tucked his hands into his sleeves, and looked up at Fang Fold with his eyes blank.

The cardinal curled his lips slightly, turned around, and looked back at the ladder of clouds that lay down in the sky with golden light.

"Hmm."

"Keep her waiting."