In the middle of the forest, the snow on the branches slid silently to the ground.

In front of the deadly silence of the Dharma Guard, Pudu Cihang erected a fearless seal, and looked at more than ten people opposite him with an expressionless face, especially the piece of things that the monk at the head was holding in his hand, which originally belonged to him.

Bow your head slightly, and salute the Buddha.

"Good, good, good, the world sinks into the sea of misery......."

"Let's do it again!"

At the same time that Pudu Cihang chanted, Zhu Ziyi shouted angrily on the opposite side: "Break this illusion-"

More than a dozen monks around him raised their hands one after another according to his command, and the red-headed short staff flashed red, and the tongues of fire rushed straight to the opposite side.

"...... Immortal Buddha Makes a Boat ....... with Compassion"

Over there, Pudu Cihang's words were still continuing, more than a dozen tongues of fire gushed out, the sound suddenly stopped, the air was shaking, and the ripples from the exploding ripples shook the branches and leaves of several trees not far away.

Streaming down......

Snow was splashing, and the air was filled with a booming bang.

"Hmm, why is the illusion still .....?"

Zhu Ziyi lowered the magic sword, raised his other hand, and asked the people on the left and right to stop, and more than a dozen spells hit it, like a young child punching on a hundred-year-old tree, without the previous sporadic light shattering.

"Is it .....?" The middle-aged monk's eyelids jumped unconsciously, "Is ...... true?"

The opposite side of the field of view.

The splashed snowflakes and dust fell, and the figure of the thin old monk gradually appeared standing in place, but his expressionless face was full of green muscles.

"Good!

Pudu Cihang said loudly, looking at more than ten people on that side, and the female voice was clear.

"Nowadays, too many people do not distinguish between right and wrong, and you are too angry in your practice, which is detrimental to your cultivation, so you know to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

The old donkey, who was lying in the snow not far away, shook his ears, and the keenness of the beast hurriedly propped himself up from the ground, and during the action, the bookshelf slipped off its back and fell to the ground with a thud.

The old donkey spread his hooves and ran.

At the same time, Zhu Ziyi's voice sounded, and he shouted:

"Male and female voices...... Presumptuous!"

He was about to raise his sword, when suddenly a peaceful aura bloomed on the old monk's body, and he saw the old monk's eyes drooping slightly, his lips moving, and a Sanskrit sound came out.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

.......

The sound of the Buddha was lingering, as if coming from all directions, Zhu Ziyi and the more than ten people under his command didn't feel anything, but they were stunned, and suddenly someone looked trance, dropped the magic weapon, and shook it towards the opposite side step by step, and some acquaintances hurriedly rushed to pull their companions back.

"This Buddha voice confuses the mind, use the mana to resist, you come back!"

Zhu Ziyi inserted the magic sword, took a step from side to side with both feet, and in a half-squatting posture, he pinched out his finger and held it across his chest, and when he resisted with mana, several golden lights opened up on the bewildered few people as if they had become Buddhas.

Woo Woo .....

Boom!

After a few explosions of flesh and blood, the monks who had passed by stiffened and disappeared into thin air.

The rest of the monks were covered with sweat, their necks were red, and their fingers and arms were trembling as they pinched the formula, struggling to resist in the sound of Sanskrit sounds.

Pudu Cihang's gaze was flat, and his lips swelled a little faster.

"Ahh Ah......h

In the end, the remaining eight monks were unable to resist, their bodies were filled with golden light, they roared a few times, twisted their bodies, and disappeared behind Zhu Ziyi in a moment.

Zhu Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot, his legs were trembling non-stop, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

"Open Fire Saint Venerable save me!"

A flash of red light flashed in the round jade in his hand, and two flames burst out, flying into the air behind him, forming a half-body figure, and the flame palm struck over.

"Where did the wickedness come from!"

Pudu Cihang stopped the Sanskrit sound, his eyelids raised slightly, and the dreadnought law seal erected was also struck out at the same time.

Boom!

The air exploded, the flames shattered, and they dissipated in the air inch by inch, and the round jade also cracked with a soft 'click' in an instant, breaking into several sections.

Below, Zhu Ziyi, who was already seriously injured, opened his eyes angrily, motionless, the wind blew, slowly leaned back, and fell to the ground with a bang, already out of breath.

The sky was slightly slanting, the snow reflected the sun, and the gray and white of the wilderness were intertwined, and everything became quiet.

The crooked bookshelf on the floor creaked suddenly.

The small door of the cubicle was pushed open, and the toad man yawned and walked out lazily.

"What's so noisy?"

Then, his expression was stunned, his eyes were raised, and over there, the thin old monk's eyes were also looking over.

A toad and a monk looked at each other for a moment.

The toad Taoist turned around abruptly, walked back to the compartment, carried the frog flippers, and said lightly:

"It's so cold!"

As soon as he entered the cubicle, he closed the two small doors with his backhand, and there was a snoring sound.

Pudu Cihang didn't seem to be interested in the toad demon, turned around and walked back to the Hetou Lotus sedan chair, and when the curtain was lowered, he shrank his right palm, which was a trace of flame burns.

Soon, the sound of wooden fish, golden cymbals, and chimes resumed, and the team that had stopped in place turned around and disappeared into the white wilderness.

......

In the forest more than 20 zhang away from here, two dead trees suddenly swayed a few times and turned into Lu Liangsheng and Taoist.

The two of them withdrew their mana from each other, withdrew the blinding technique and stealth technique, and exhaled heavily.

"Fortunately, it was far away, and I almost got hooked. ”

Lu Liangsheng shook off the snowflakes on his robe, whistled, and in the forest, the old donkey Sahuan trotted over, followed the scholar, and walked towards the place just now.

"I don't know if there's anything wrong with Master. ”

As he spoke, he glared angrily: "You dare to pee on the tentacles of that centipede spirit, fortunately you ran early, otherwise we would have basically finished." ”

"If you don't say it, how does Ben Dao know?!"

Walking out of the forest, Lu Liangsheng took the first step to the place where the bookshelf fell and knocked on the door of the cubicle.

"Master?"

With a creak, the door opened, and the toad Taoist wrapped himself in a small padded jacket: "What's the matter?"

"Did you ...... just now?"

"Nope. ”

The toad Taoist carried his flippers, turned back inside, and snorted in his mouth.

"What a cultivation for a teacher, I've seen a lot of scenes than this, what's there to panic about, it's okay to hang that centipede essence to take the old man, I want to ...... at the beginning"

Between the words, the toad Taoist recalled the past again, looked at the winter sky and clouds and talked eloquently, his face was full of aftertaste expressions, and said: "I want to be a teacher at the beginning of the siege of the mountaintop, the monks, the crowd of people, the magic weapon covers the sun......"

When he opened his eyes, there was still an apprentice in front of him.

"Hey..... good life?"

Lu Liangsheng had already run to check the picture scroll, and inside, Hong Lian said he was safe.

"It's fine. The scholar nodded.

After that, he sorted out the spilled books again, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Yingxian groping on the corpse, holding a small booklet, and a long sword smiling and flipping through it, and when he saw the scholar coming, he threw the booklet in his hand.

"This book is for you! ”

Taking the pamphlet that he threw away, Lu Liangsheng flipped through it casually, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, the handwriting was sloppy, but the content was exactly what he needed.

This is a book of sword moves - Ten Thousand Methods of Sword Intent.

No matter how you look at it, this name looks like a bad street...... Lu Liangsheng closed the booklet, now is not the time to study, put the bookshelf back on the donkey's back, and dragged Zhu Ziyi's body to the forest in the past.

It made the Taoist who wielded the magic sword over there roll his eyes.

"It's a big deal. ”

"When a person is dead, the grievances will be written off. ”

The sound of digging in the forest continued for a while, and Lu Liangsheng came out of it, patted the dust off his hands, and said with a smile:

"Besides, in the wilderness of violent corpses, if someone passes by, wouldn't it be half scared to death. ”

He raised the sword book in his hand: "It should be a reward for helping him enter the earth." ”

After speaking, Lu Liangsheng took the reins under the old donkey's neck and knocked on the cubicle.

"Master, let's go. ”

There was a muffled voice from the toad inside: "Well....... when I get to the capital, I will call him a teacher." ”

In the white snow, Lu Liangsheng raised his cuffs and snapped his fingers at the Taoist.

"Gone!"