The wild old man is childish, and he only looks at the old appearance. The clear ape is the same as the howling moon, and the crane is nesting with the pine. The elixir landed on the shore to collect, and the divine book cracked the wall. Looking for each other without losing the way, the fairy deer has a whereabouts.

The old man in a rich robe, dressed cleanly, with a faint gold edge sewn around him, flashing with a slight light, a fairy aura, and a majestic instrument, like a fairy in the mountains.

Qingyun raised his head slightly to look at the Taoist with the fairy wind, the high-spirited scholar and the kind-eyed monk, and the red-robed boy above everyone, feeling that there were different souls in the gorgeous skin of the world.

The man in the gorgeous Taoist robe looked at everyone, but finally his eyes looked at the Buddha statue directly above, and said to himself: "I can't imagine that in this kind of mountain forest, there are really cultivators who can endure loneliness, it's really not easy, it's really amazing." ”

When the kind old man on the side heard this, he turned his head and looked around, but he didn't find anyone else, and his brows furrowed slightly on his kind face.

The high-spirited Confucian did not look at the red-clad child, but only at the kind monk and Taoist.

After thinking about it carefully, the ghost Ru said lightly: "Since everyone is here for this sealed spirit child, now that you have found it, you might as well open the skylight and say something." Either everyone divides it equally and takes out the same treasures in exchange, or it is inconvenient to rely on their own abilities, life and death are unpredictable, and in the end that person will take them all away, what do you think?"

The demon monk's eyes lit up, and he was thinking about how to speak, but now the scholar who is difficult to deal with time has solved everyone's embarrassing situation. I don't think it's a dead book, but a character who reads a dead book can see the current situation clearly. The Taoist priest was only afraid that his cultivation would be good, and everyone did not find out about his concealed technique. Only by uniting the scholars first and defeating the Daoist can it be possible to take the sealing spirit child into his arms.

After thinking in his heart, the demon monk made a decision and nodded slightly.

The ghost Ru looked at the demon monk and nodded, the smile on his face was a little thicker, but the killing intent in his heart increased a little, and he looked at the Taoist in the gorgeous robe with great meaning.

The man in the gorgeous robe seemed to have woken up from his sleep, glanced at the ghostly and meaningful eyes, shook his head and sighed slightly.

There is no one else in such a remote ancient temple, there is no village where people come and go in the distance, and there are no demons that harm the world nearby, but there is an ancient temple that is deserted.

The ancient temple is even more eccentric, there is no fragrant copywriting fruits and vegetables, and there is no mountain god to worship, only a lonely wisp of clay Buddha body, and no golden clothes blessing, which is quite different from the Buddha in that world.

Now there are more treasures in the ancient temple that everyone thinks about, and there are also a few more people who practice eccentric, and where is there a normal thing.

The man in the gorgeously dressed Taoist robe slowly got up, left the futon, came to the Buddha statue, bowed slightly, and had a light incense in his hand, which was gently inserted in front of the Buddha statue.

The Taoist bowed down and folded his hands, and said helplessly: "The poor Taoist Taoist Sect guards the real person, who strayed into your temple, and invited the temple master to see him." ”

The burning incense in his hand, constantly entwined with green smoke, slowly rose, and the Buddha statue surrounding the soil was reluctant to disperse for a long time.

A light sigh appeared out of thin air, and then a golden light appeared, and there was a golden figure in the center of the ancient temple.

The figure lowered his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was kind, his hands were folded, his face was compassionate and compassionate, and he respectfully shouted Amitabha, and stood silently in the middle of everyone.

The ghost was slightly startled, his face instantly gloomy, and he looked at the Buddha shadow in front of him silently.

The demon monk's eyes were closed, kneeling in front of the golden Buddha shadow, the breath of his whole body was stagnant, and blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, ears, eyes and nose, which was really miserable.

The Taoist was not surprised, standing aside and slightly looking at the Buddha shadow in front of him.

The young Qingyun had never seen the golden Buddha shadow condensed in the Buddha statue, and he couldn't help but carefully look at the Buddha shadow in front of him.

The young man thought in his heart that he had already left Qingshan Temple, and he didn't know if he was a Buddhist disciple; he had not obeyed the precepts of wine and meat for a long time, and the precepts of killing had been broken not long ago, so where could he still look like a Buddhist disciple, and he felt slightly remorseful and self-reproaching in his heart.

The golden Buddha shadow turned slightly, looked at the young Qingyun and said: "All hearts are ten million, the heart chakra is guarded, the Zen language is one, and the Buddha's heart is one." ”

Qingyun whispered slightly, as if he had an understanding in his heart, folded his hands, and saluted to the Buddha's shadow.

Everyone was slightly startled, and the Taoist came to the golden figure and asked lightly: "Even if it is the guardian of one side, it is necessary to protect the people of one side and solve the problems of one party." How can the living Buddha solve today's problems?"

The golden figure gently opened and closed his hands, and there was an extra lotus platform under the figure, sitting cross-legged, and stretched out his hand to beckon the red-robed child.

The red-robed child happily came to the golden light, a warm breath surrounded him, and the first time he saw the golden figure, there was a wisp of familiarity in the child's heart.

There are not many people in the ancient temple, but the children who have just ascended to spiritual wisdom can feel the good and evil of everyone.

Taoists cultivate the Tao and pay attention to nature, so good and evil are halves;

When Confucianism entered the WTO, he went astray, and there were more evils;

When a monk is born, the devil's path has been deep, and in good and evil, the word good has long been gone;

The young man in Tsing Yi watched coldly, after all, he was more good, but he was too murderous, so he couldn't get rid of the evil words;

Only the young Qingyun, the child sees a faint Buddha heart in his body, and his body is pure and thorough, as clean as a newborn baby. Vaguely, the boy exuded some kind of strange sealing aura, and it was a little closer to the child's aura.

The child gradually shrunk, turned into the size of a palm, and jumped onto the palm of the Buddha's shadow.

The golden Buddha shadow with slightly narrowed eyes opened his eyes slightly, looked at the child in his hand lovingly, looked at the young Qingyun not far away, and whispered the Buddha's name.

Nodding lightly to the child in his palm, the red-clad child laughed faster and faster, and his body turned into a red light, which instantly drilled into the body of the young Qingyun and disappeared.

The faces of the people in the ancient temple were full of surprise, staring at the ignorant young man in the distance.

Ghost Ru's face became more and more gloomy, his fingers clenched together, and his muscles were exposed.

The monk's face was covered with blood, and his hands were folded, but he did not recite the Buddhist Zen language.

The Taoist shook his head slightly, still light and light, and walked to the side.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man Qingyun next to him, and muttered: "Not only does it look real, it seems to be real, no wonder the teacher often says that real people have real people's blessings." ”

The red light flashed and disappeared, hidden in the young man's body, the young man kept rummaging, but found no traces, only the black Pu knife in his mind in the groove of the more miniature child, the child blinked slightly at the young man, and disappeared again.

The young Qingyun looked at everyone shyly like a child who had received a precious gift.

The golden light gradually dimmed, glanced at the young Qingyun, nodded slightly, and the golden figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only a complete incense candle flying towards the gorgeously dressed Taoist.

Taking the incense candle, the Taoist smiled bitterly, and said helplessly: "It is easy to please God, it is difficult to send God, this is true, although the incense candle you gave me is extremely precious, but the price of my sale is higher than this incense candle, and now it is on your Buddha face." ”

After speaking, the Taoist quickly put away the incense and candles, looked at everyone and said, "Now that they are all divided, everyone is still busy with their own work." ”

The ghost is like an old monk in a fixed place, motionless.

The blood on the face of the kind-eyed demon monk no longer flowed, but it still remained on his face, looking hideous.

Suddenly, the figure of the demon monk instantly came to the young Qingyun, and slapped it at Qingyun with a palm;

A cyan figure then appeared in front of Qingyun, and the white jade sword met the flying white jade palm, and kicked out with his right foot at the same time.

It is Tsing Yi Xiaolin, who has always been vigilant, but today's young man in Tsing Yi has long been seriously injured, and it is already difficult to walk normally, so he has to shoot again, and the old injury is a little worse again.

With a bang, the young man in Tsing Yi and the demon monk both retreated. The demon monk shook his hand lightly, unloading the remaining strength in his hand, but the young man in Tsing Yi took a few steps back one after another, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and sat helplessly on the ground.

Teacher, when the apprentice went down the mountain, he didn't remind the apprentice, and brought more healing medicine from the private school, and the apprentice now wants to see Sanniang more and more. If Sanniang is here, where will the blood in the mouth of the disciple be so worthless.

The young man in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, sat on the ground and waved his hand, and stopped fighting.

The young man Qingyun hurriedly stepped forward, carried the young man in Tsing Yi under the wall, took off the wine gourd and handed it to the young man in Tsing Yi, turned around and bowed his waist, staring at the demon monk in front of him.

The gorgeously dressed Taoist had already rushed to the young Qingyun when he shot just now. It's just that the ghost who is faster than the Taoist has an extra white folding fan in his hand, blocking the Taoist.

"You might as well sit down and talk, it's not good to hurt the harmony, lose the rhyme, and insult Sven. Ghost Ru looked at the gorgeously dressed Taoist and said lightly.

"Eating someone is the shortest, and that person is naturally short-handed, and he can't talk about it. The Taoist shook his head slightly and said helplessly.

In the distant green hills, one black and one gray, two figures walked slowly.

The black-robed Wei Wuji looked in the direction of the Yindu Ghost Sect, a faint smile rose on his face, although someone broke the plan, but there was also a price.

The gray-clothed figure behind the black robe looked at the thick smile on the black robe's face, and asked, "What is the good thing about the sect master?

The black-robed man didn't stop, he still walked unhurriedly, looking at the green mountains and green waters in the distance, and sighed in his heart that the mountains, rivers and good mood were good.

The black-robed man said in a low voice: "Now that we have been targeted by the invincible old way, that bull-nosed old man's supernatural power is no worse than that Lu Xiucai." But he ruined my good deeds, and I was afraid that I would be busy when I went back. ”

The old man in gray raised his head slightly, and looked at the black-robed man with a smile on his face, and felt a faint chill in the scorching summer.

The black-robed man continued: "Since we can't do it, let's let others do it, just spend a little more money. ”

The old man in gray was slightly shocked when he heard this, and looked at the man in black robe in front of him, as if countless mysteries were all over it.

It's just that the man in gray understands that the mystery in front of him is not something that he can check and solve, even if the person in the sect who cultivates to the same heaven, if he hadn't stood in this team earlier, he was afraid that he would have already died in the hands of the black-robed man.

The gray-clothed old man's body became more and more respectful, and he looked more and more humble.

Some people are destined to be a grain of gold in the dust, and some people are destined to be a grain of sand in the rolling red dust. Since you can't make dazzling gold, you can do a good job of the sand under your feet.

Sometimes grains of sand can make the world's impregnable walls.

In front of a chess game, two white-haired old men.

The old gentleman in a plain robe shook his head slightly, and said with emotion: "Old man Niubi, it's time for you to go home." ”

The sloppy Taoist gently put down the chess pieces in his hand, looked slightly stunned, nodded helplessly, got up and walked out.

The old man in the plain robe and long shirt behind him slowly got up and muttered: "You are all old, but you have to take care of your body, if you can, you don't do it, you don't do it, it takes effort." ”

The sloppy Taoist raised his hand and shook it, and said slowly: "Speaking of great truth, I am not as good as you; ”

Soon, the sloppy Taoist figure disappeared without a trace.