The grass and trees are leisurely, I don't know spring and summer, compared to these mountains that have stood for tens of millions of years, 18 years is really nothing.

Beihuan Mountain, the northernmost barrier of the human world, beyond the Beihuan Mountain is the vast ice field, where ten months of the year are covered by ice and snow, only two months after the ice, a large number of poisonous insects, fierce beasts infested, no one dares to approach.

In the northwest of Beihuo Mountain, the gloomy weather for several days finally squeezed out the snow when the sun just set, and the snow was still like fine ice particles at the beginning, sparse and sparse, not into the climate, and soon the snow flakes were the size of lamps, and the ground gradually could not distinguish the path.

There is a wind blowing, the snowflakes are flying with the wind, there is a high stone gate in the forest, a piece of five feet is hung on the door, and the book "no Buddha Temple" is written.

Although it has the name of the temple, under the close view, there are only three or five houses, and the roof is covered with some thatch, which is dilapidated.

"Squeak~"

At the time of the lamp, the temple door was gently pushed open from the inside and outside, and a bald monk appeared in the door.

The little monk is dressed in a coarse cloth monk's robe that can only cover his body, carrying a small burden behind him, looking at his appearance, about eighteen or nineteen years old, his body is thin, and his phoenix eyes are bright, but his brows are tightly locked, as if he has something on his mind.

Outside the temple gate, the little monk looked around, turned around and gently covered the temple door, stretched out his hands and sighed, glanced at the path in front of the temple, shook his head, turned around and walked towards the mountain behind the temple.

The cold wind was cold, and the snowflakes kept blowing on the little monk's face, and it didn't take long for the little monk to be shivering from the cold, but he didn't have the slightest sign of turning back, stomped his feet a few times, pulled up his collar, raised his head and continued to walk towards the mountain.

It didn't take long for the houses of the Buddha Temple to be submerged by the wind and snow.

"Meditation, isn't it too late to leave?"

The little monk in the march was startled by the sudden sound in front of him, stopped to look in front of the left, and saw an old monk in the middle of the wind and snow, the old monk had white eyebrows, a monk's robe with a large patch and a small patch, but a pair of eyes were extremely clear, looking at the little monk with a smile.

"I'm afraid that no matter how late it is, it will affect Master!" The little monk frowned.

"You and I are a master and apprentice, and we are already dying as teachers, so what is there that is not involved!" The old monk shook his head, "The sea of bitterness is boundless, I'm afraid that you will have a hard road ahead, and I will send you off for the teacher, which can be regarded as fulfilling the fate of you and my master and apprentice." ”

The little monk is Miao Langqing, who was beaten back to the human world by the god emperor Shen Li eighteen years ago, and now the eighteen years have passed, and the protective barrier laid by Wangtian roar for him has been eliminated, and Hua Qinglai has replied to his divine sense, he knows that when he returns, it must be when the chasing soldiers of the human world arrive, so he picked up his bags and left the Buddha Temple overnight.

At this time, a person hurriedly ran up from the bottom of the mountain, and when he got closer, Miao Langqing saw clearly that it was the second senior brother Jing'an.

"What?" Kuzhu looked at Jing'an, frowned, and then looked up at the Buddha Temple at the foot of the mountain.

"I woke up and found that there was no junior brother, so I ran out to look for him, but I didn't expect to be here!" Jing'an smiled at Miao Langqing.

Hua Qinglai felt warm in her heart for no reason, looked up at Jing'an, and then bit her lip, "Senior brother, don't leave it at that!" ”

"Okay, why are you leaving?" Jing An felt that today's little junior brother seemed to be a little different, and there was a little more calm and resoluteness in his eyes that should not belong to him.

"Jing'an, go back, I have a few words to say to your junior brother!" The abbot of Kuzhu waved his hand at Jing'an.

"Yes!" Jing'an always felt that the master and the little junior brother in front of him were a little strange, but since the master had spoken, he could only come down, and when he turned his head, he smiled at Miao Langqing, "Little junior brother, your senior brother has hidden delicious food, waiting for you!" ”

Maybe it's because this little junior brother who has been sticking to their senior brother on weekdays has really grown up and wants to see the outside world, after all, it's too bitter here! Even if you really have to leave, you have to eat enough and dress warmly.

Who knew that just when Jing'an just turned his head, there was a sudden change in front of him, and there was a loud sound of "boom~", followed by a burst of fire from the direction of the Buddha Temple.

"Senior brother!" Jing'an's face changed greatly, he screamed, and unfolded his body a few ups and downs to the Buddha Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Miao Langqing's heart sank, although he only learned some superficial fist and foot kung fu from the two senior brothers at the moment, but the knowledge of the Golden Immortal Realm was still there, and the loud noise just now was clearly the sound of the monk of the Yuan Immortal Realm breaking through the opponent's protective true qi.

"Amitabha!" The abbot of Kuzhu looked at Jing'an, who had disappeared, and recited a Buddha name, his face turned painful.

"It's coming so fast!" Miao Langqing held a short sword in his hand, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

"Donor, the poor monk can save your life today, I wonder if you can promise the poor monk one thing?" Kuzhu suddenly changed his name, looking at Miao Langqing.

"I~" Miao Langqing felt that Kuzhu was talking to a stranger.

Kuzhu waved his hand, "You don't need to explain your life experience to the poor monk, and the three poor monks and apprentices are only the fate of this life!" It is not all selfless to block this difficulty for you today! ”

Miao Langqing glanced at the bottom of the mountain, "I think Master seems to have the cultivation of the Yuan Buddha Realm, but I am afraid that there is more than one person on the other side, as far as the shot is concerned, there are already intermediate cultivations in the Yuan Immortal Realm, you may not be their opponent!" ”

Miao Langqing wants to persuade Kuzhu to go as the best policy, and it is not too late to take revenge in the future, but think about it, forget it, the other party comes so quickly, there must be a magic weapon to control the sky, and it is even more difficult to leave.

"What does Master want me to do for you?" Miao Lang looked at the bitter bamboo steadily.

Kuzhu took out a black object from his arms and threw it to Miao Langqing, Hua Qinglai reached out to take it, and saw that it was a two-inch-long ebony token, the token was heavy, and there was a cold breath in his hand, which slowly seeped out and flowed into Miao Langqing's palm.

"Confucian cultivation of Haoran!" Miao Langqing was taken aback.

Miao Langqing had already seen that Kuzhu was cultivating Buddhism, and this brand was definitely not his thing, but after experiencing the events of the previous life, Miao Langqing hated Confucianism from the bottom of his heart.

When Miao Langqing hesitated, he heard bitter words, "The donor has good eyesight, if the donor sees that the person holding the same token is in trouble, he hopes that the donor will help, as for whether to agree or not, it is all up to the donor to decide!" After saying that, he waved his big hand, and then he didn't speak, his body was already ten zhang away, and then he was stunned, and there was no bitter bamboo in the wind and snow.

The Confucian cultivation line can transform oneself into something outside the body, and it can be preserved for a long time, at least it must have the cultivation of the true fairyland, and at present, the only person Miao Langqing knows about this kind of cultivation is only the human emperor Bai Changchang.

But Bai Chang hated to catch himself and crush his bones and ashes, and avenge the murder of his son, how could he turn to help himself, could it be that there are other Confucian masters in the human world?

Miao Langqing couldn't figure it out for a while, but to let himself live in the shadow of others, and to sacrifice others to protect himself, was contrary to his nature.

Just this delay, there was another roar under the mountain, Miao Langqing did not hesitate anymore, took a sharp breath, and ran towards the Buddha Temple at the bottom of the mountain.

The Buddha Temple, which was originally slightly dilapidated, has been overturned by a huge force, the stone plaque with "No Buddha Temple" written on it was cut off by someone, the grass house in the temple has been burned to the ground, a few pieces of afterburn still emit wisps of white smoke, the snow fell and there was a hissing sound, there were several corpses lying on the ground in front of the temple, one of them seemed to be Jing'an who had just rushed down from the mountain.

Kuzhu's face was sad, standing in front of the temple gate, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Monk, hand over the people, and this monarch will leave you a rotten life, otherwise, today is the time for you to meet with the Buddha!"

Not far in front of Kuzhu, a person was more than seven feet tall, dressed in rotten silver armor, holding a curved back knife more than five feet long, with blood dripping on the blade, and the occasional fire in the temple was reflected on the man's cruel face, just like a vicious wolf.

"Amitabha!" Kuzhu recited a Buddha name, looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head slowly, "The donor is a big man, why bother a little monk!" ”

"Stubborn!" The man scolded, the long knife was raised, and bursts of black gas instantly rose from his body, injecting into it, the blade trembled, emitting a dull humming sound, and flew out of his hand, straight to the chest of the bitter bamboo.

"Amitabha!" The bitter bamboo chanted the Buddha's horn, and a golden wheel more than a foot square appeared in front of him, and the golden wheel kept rotating, which could withstand the black steaming big knife, and at the same time, the bitter bamboo that was originally described as withered seemed to be inflated, and the clothes were swollen, and the pale skin was hidden in the golden color.

"Wheel of Compassion, Golden Body Protector!" The man laughed, "Stinky monk, you actually hide your secrets in front of this gentleman, how can a little golden body protect me!" After that, the black qi on his body rose again.

The black qi seemed to have little weight, but in this biting north wind, it was condensed and not dispersed, like substance, and quickly rushed towards the Compassion Wheel in front of the bitter bamboo, the golden light on the Compassion Wheel quickly dimmed, and a faint blue and black aura faintly revealed under the golden skin of the bitter bamboo.

Seeing that the bitter bamboo was about to run out of oil and the lamp was dry, the black gas in front of him suddenly stopped.

The pressure in front of Kuzhu decreased, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and looked up to see the man looking behind him.

Kuzhu reluctantly turned around, and saw a little monk in the wind and snow holding a short sword slowly walking towards him.

"You~" Kuzhu glanced at the little monk, and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, his face was pale and terrible, and his body sat down directly on the ground.

Miao Langqing glanced at Kuzhu, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, "Master Kuzhu, I should do what you said!" After speaking, he didn't look at Kuzhu again, and turned his head to the demon lord on the side, "I thought that the first one to come would be Bai Changyuan, but I didn't expect it to be you, Qi Buzhou!" ”

Qi Buzhou originally saw a puzzled look on the little monk's face, but when the other party finished speaking, he was immediately relieved, looked the other party up and down, slammed the knife to the ground, and laughed, "It's Miao Langqing!" The breath is very big! ”

After hearing Qi Buzhou's words, Kuzhu showed an unbelievable look on his face, and looked at Miao Langqing, "You, you are~" Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently.

Miao Langqing nodded at Kuzhu, turned his head to the two familiar corpses lying on the ground, and a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, "The two senior brothers died because of me, and all I can do is avenge you!" ”

Qi Buzhou laughed out loud and glanced at the short sword in Miao Langqing's hand that looked like a stone carving, "It's up to you?" An ordinary person who has been abolished? After speaking, he glanced at Kuzhu, who was barely supporting the bitter bamboo sitting on the ground, "I thought Shen Li would feel more sorry for you, but I didn't expect to find you a dead ghost monk as a master, it seems that you are not very important in his heart!" ”

"You're talking a bit of nonsense!" Miao Langqing didn't look at Kuzhu and the two dead senior brothers again, looked at Qi inconsiderately, and raised his legs.

One step, two steps······

Qi Buzhou looked at the bald young man in tattered clothes on the opposite side, and felt a little panicked for no reason, and unconsciously took half a step back, then glared, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a cloud of black gas hit Miao Langqing head-on.

"Hmm~"

Miao Lang snorted sullenly, fell on his back, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Seeing this, Kuzhu's body moved, and then he snorted in pain, helplessly, "Amitabha~"