State of Qin.

In the middle of an unnamed valley.

The mountains and flowers are brilliant everywhere, and the birds are singing in a colorful way, and the sound is crisp.

A red-brick and blue-tiled house leans against a creek with tinkling springs.

A child's voice was heard, the voice was crisp, but it was a girl about six or seven years old practicing swordsmanship by the side of the stream.

The small white sword in the girl's hand was waved by it, and every move was extremely serious.

"Buddha, are you tired? Come and rest for a while. A young woman next to her said.

The woman was about thirty years old, and she was born dignified and generous, but the thoughts in her heart made her eyebrows wrinkle, and her sideburns had gray hair.

This person is Zhao Zhen and her daughter, Zhao Fo.

Back then, when Ming Wang brought Zhao Hao back from the pilgrimage road, after Zhao Fu passed the Qingying Sword and the "Jiuding Alchemy Technique" to Zhao Fo, he left the Qin State and returned to Taiyimen.

Zhao Buddha worshiped the immortal master and had an immortal fate.

After thinking about it, for the sake of her daughter's immortal path, it was inconvenient to stay in this crowded Fengqi City.

It was also Zhao Zhen who discussed with his parents and sold his property and built a house in this upper valley, in order to facilitate Zhao Buddha's cultivation.

Coming and going, in this valley is four or five years.

Zhao Fo has never slackened since he got the "Jiuding Qi Alchemy Technique" handed down by Ming Wang, and he has practiced every day, and now he has the realm of acquired refining power.

Zhao Fo put the sword back into the sheath with a beautiful hand, and said, "Mother, Buddha is not tired. The Buddha wants to cultivate the immortal path as soon as possible and rescue his father from the Lingshan Temple, and when the time comes, the family will be reunited, and no one will separate us. ”

Zhao Zhen held her daughter Zhao Fo's hand, and was moved by her daughter's sensibility.

Zhao Zhen gently wiped the fine sweat on Zhao Buddha's head and said, "My Buddha is really sensible. ”

Since the Baosheng monk was captured by Lingshan Temple, Zhao Zhen has never seen him again.

If there was no Zhao Buddha by his side, Zhao Zhen didn't know what to do.

When Zhao Zhen had nothing to do, she often told Zhao Buddha how she and the monk Baosheng met.

Zhao Buddha also knew from his mother that his father was a monk from Lingshan Temple in the extreme west.

Bao Sheng is not only profound in Buddhism, but also handsome and chic, and is an immortal monk.

It's just that I've never seen it since I was born, and I'm a little lonely in my heart.

Zhao Fo privately imagined that one day, his father, the monk Baosheng, was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, smiling, and stepped into the air, and the family was reunited from then on, never to be separated.

The mountains and rivers in this valley are beautiful, there is no disturbance in the world, and Zhao Zhen's family is also living freely.

Zhao Zhen and Zhao Buddha sat on the grass, whispering, and chuckling from time to time, and the mother and daughter were also happy.

But God does not fulfill people's wishes, and there is no mercy for those who are already in suffering and grief.

Heaven is ruthless, and all things are ants.

Suddenly, a blood-colored light passed by, and in the blood light was a man covered in a red robe.

This person saw Zhao Zhen's mother and daughter on the side of the stream from a distance.

The man's divine sense swept over Zhao Fo, his face was overjoyed, and he said, "What a good seedling of cultivation, there is just a lack of a disciple when I sit down in this seat." As soon as the blood color turned away, he came towards Zhao Zhen's mother and daughter.

However, at this time, Zhao Zhen's mother and daughter were completely unaware.

The man floated in the air, pointed at Zhao Fo, and a blood-red refinement fell instantly, flying towards Zhao Fo.

Zhao Zhen's mother and daughter were shocked in the face of this sudden scene, and they didn't know what this blood-colored refining was.

Zhao Fo has been exposed to immortal magic since he was a child, thinking that this blood-colored refining is a monster.

"Mother, run!" Zhao Fo pushed Zhao Zhen down, and slashed towards the blood-colored refinement with the white long sword in his hand.

"Buddha, don't!" Zhao Hao saw Zhao Buddha walking away with his sword, and he was horrified in his heart, so he wanted to block in front of Zhao Buddha.

Zhao Zhen has never practiced any exercises, his body is weak, how can he outrun Zhao Buddha who has already refined his strength.

Seeing that the long sword in Zhao Fo's hand was about to slash the blood-red refinement, Zhao Zhen's heart was in his throat.

Although Zhao Buddha was still a child, his heart was extremely calm, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was slashed, he was about to break through the blood-red refinement.

However, the long sword in Zhao Fo's hand was like slashing on cotton, and it had never broken the blood-red refinement.

Zhao Fo instead smelled a strong smell of blood coming from the air.

Zhao Fo felt that the sky was spinning, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

The blood-colored refining rolled Zhao Buddha down, and he was instantly wrapped in it, and a red light flashed, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Zhao Hao saw that her daughter was wrapped in this blood-red refinement, thinking that she was being devoured by demons, she was angry in her heart, grabbed the long sword that Zhao Buddha fell to the ground and chased after the blood-colored refinement.

How can a weak woman who has never learned any cultivation method catch up with the immortal family's spells.

"Buddha, Buddha......"

Zhao Hao shouted Zhao Fo's name and stumbled through the mountains.

Zhao Zhen's cry alarmed Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, and the two came out of the house one after another, only to see a blood-colored refining flying into the air.

Zhao Zhen went crazy and chased after the blood-colored refining with a long sword.

The two elders didn't know what was going on, and they helped each other to chase after Zhao Zhen.

The blood-colored refinement wrapped in Zhao Buddha instantly fell beside the man, looking at Zhao Buddha who was in a coma, the man nodded with satisfaction and said: "At a young age, the courage is outstanding, not bad!"

Zhao Hao looked at the red cloud floating in the air, and cried: "Return my Buddha......"

When the man heard Zhao Zhen's cry, his face sank, and he showed his figure from the red cloud, and said impatiently: "Noise!"

The man pointed at Zhao Hao, and Zhao Zhen instantly exploded and turned into a blood mist.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother saw their daughter instantly turn into a blood mist, and Zhao's mother fainted on the spot, not knowing life and death.

Zhao's father was grief-stricken in his heart, and stumbled to Zhao Zhen's place, only to see blood all over the ground, and Zhao's father's eyes were dark, and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Youkai. Give back my daughter, return my granddaughter....." The voice was poignant and tragic.

"Well, in this case, I will send you and the rest of the family on the road, and the Huangquan Road is not lonely, and the family is reunited. The man pointed again, and Zhao's father and Zhao's mother instantly turned into a blood mist and died.

The man was noisy in front of him, and as soon as his body turned, he took Zhao Buddha into a blood-colored light and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

The life and death of Zhao Hao's family is like killing a few ants for a man, so he doesn't take it to heart.

Do people blame themselves for the life and death of a few ants?

No!

Mortals are like ants in the eyes of men.

The man had just left the valley with half a pillar of incense, and a golden flame came from the extreme west, and the Buddha's light shone brightly.

This Buddha light spread, revealing a fat monk, kind eyebrows, and amiable.

This fat monk stood in the air, wearing a golden robe shining in the sunlight, looking at the tragic situation here, and proclaiming the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! The poor monk is late." ”

A faint smell of blood came into the nose of the great monk with the wind, and the great monk frowned sadly, and said: "These evil people, vain killing, heaven and earth are unkind, Amitabha!"

The fat monk pressed the Buddha's light, sighed, and said, "The treasure saint master and nephew should have this calamity in their fate!"

The fat monk took out a shovel and gathered the bones of Zhao Hao's family of three together.

The bones of Zhao Hao and his parents all disintegrated, mixed together, and indistinguishable from each other.

The shattered flesh and blood mixed with the broken clothes had already been solidified together by the blood.

The bright red blood pooled together to form a blood-colored stream.

The blood-colored stream had already seeped into the dirt and dried up to maroon.

The blood that had fallen on the dead grass had solidified and dried up.

Zhao Fo's long sword body was also stained with a little blood red, and under the sunlight, it looked so charming.

The fat monk separated the bones of Zhao Hao from his parents according to the color of the clothes of the three people, but the flesh and blood of the three of them were mixed together, and it was difficult to distinguish them, so they could only be gathered together.

The fat monk dug three graves in front of the mansion, put the bones of Zhao Zhen and his parents into them, and erected tombstones.

After the fat monk did all this, he recited a scripture of the past life to appease the souls of the three people.

"Amitabha, the three donors, the poor monk is late, the matter has come to this point, I hope the three donors will not care about the mortal world, and go to the Western Elysium as soon as possible. ”

The fat monk was originally the younger brother of Master Jueyuan, the presiding officer of Lingshan Temple, Master Jueguang.

Master Jueyuan deduced that Zhao Zhen's family had a bloody disaster in Lingshan Temple, and he couldn't bear it, so he asked his junior brother Jueguang to come to the rescue.

However, the supernatural power is invincible for several days, and Zhao Zhen's family has this catastrophe.

When Master Jueguang arrived, Zhao Zhen's family of three, except for Zhao Fo, were all slaughtered.

This is the number of days and the number of lives, as the master of Lingshan Temple, the Dharma is profound, but he is powerless to change.

This calamity should also be on the Monk Baosheng.

Master Jueyuan didn't know how his disciple, Monk Baosheng, would deal with it in the future.

Since the Baosheng monk worshiped under his door, Master Jueyuan deduced that the Baosheng monk would have a catastrophe in the coming day, and he would become a Buddha on the ground when he crossed it, and he would become a demon when he crossed it.

This time, Zhao Zhen's family, except for Zhao Fo, who is still alive, the rest of the people died tragically.

This was the beginning of the catastrophe of the Treasure Saint Monk.

It's just that the Baosheng monk is in retreat in the Lingshan Pagoda at this time, so he doesn't know about it.

Zhao Fo's long sword was grabbed by the great monk Jueguang and taken in his hand.

As soon as the great monk Jueguang touched the sword body, the sword body that was red with blood instantly became as smooth as ever.

With a grasp of the wrist, the great monk Jueguang put the long sword into the wide robe.

Jueguang shouted the Buddha's horn, and as soon as he spread his sleeves, he instantly escaped into the air, and the Buddha's light protected his body, and disappeared into the valley in an instant.

A day later, in a meditation room in Lingshan Temple, the lights in the room flickered gently, turning the figures of the two people in the room illusory.

"Senior brother, this is a long sword found in the valley, and the junior brother failed to save Zhao Hao's family. Jueguang placed the long sword on the coffee table.

'Amitabha!' Jue Yuan glanced at the long sword, but did not take it, and said, "Senior brother has worked hard this time!"

"Since Zhao Zhen's family has responded to the catastrophe, the poor monk is also unable to return to the sky, the junior brother should not blame himself, this is the number of days, but the Zhao Buddha does not know who robbed him, and the poor monk can't calculate it. ”

Jueguang sighed and said, "It's just that in the future, the treasure saint master and nephew will know about this, and it will be good." ”

"Amitabha, everything has a fixed number, everything is a fate, and the treasure saint is destined but has this calamity. ”

The meditation room became silent, and the lights still flickered softly.