I once thought that in times of crisis,

There will be a hero of the world, wearing a golden armor and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds to save me.

I thought it was a monkey,

didn't expect to end up being a bad old man,

Wearing a robe like sitting on the spring breeze, stepping on the waves,

The Xuanwu Turtle on the top of the head, the waves are not alarmed!

The momentum is there, but I always feel that it is a little bit worse.

After all, there is a discrepancy between reality and imagination.

Xu Xian also accepted the reality, after all, this old man's methods are really powerful, and the journey to Liangzhou is less than 800 miles, and it will only take five or six days to calculate.

But these 800 miles home,

Presumably it is a little more difficult than learning scriptures from the West Heaven,

These cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are worried about their own piece of Tang monk meat,

I just don't know if their teeth are good?

Xu Xian rode on his horse and looked at the red glow in the sky.

Behind him, Sikong picked up the stars but talked with Qiu Qianzhang with great interest, Ximen Fuxue held the sword and listened quietly, Ye Gucheng was sitting on horseback with his eyes closed, the true qi in his body was flowing rapidly, and his injuries were gradually recovering.

I don't know when, my cheap dad stepped forward immediately,

"Xian'er, you secretly told your father that when you were born, didn't you really have a vision of destiny?" Xu Wu glanced back at the old man Qiu who was talking, and leaned into Xu Xian's ear, his eyes flickered.

"Huh?"

Xu Xian pulled back his thoughts and looked at the father beside him.

"Isn't that the case, why so many talented people have come to vote, even if you cross the river, you can meet the peerless master who has just come out!"

Although Xu Wu was asking, he had already affirmed it in his heart when he heard that tone.

"Daddy, now that you've seen through the child, I won't hide it from you anymore!"

Xu Xian looked at Xu Wu with serious eyes.

"The child is gifted and born when he can already remember, when the father is not around, he may not know, recall that at that time, surrounded by yin and yang gossip, purple gas came to the east for 30,000 miles, and there were countless cranes flying, the real dragon came to congratulate, and the nine dragons spit pearls......"

"The child is still suspecting that in addition to the aura of the king who is destined to return, the child may be an immortal who has the luck of the immortal family, and the old Qiu seniors who retreat must also be pulled by the breath, so they are out of ......the customs."

After Xu Xian finished speaking, he didn't wait for his cheap dad to react, and galloped away in the distance with a clip of the horse's belly.

"You donkey day thing, you dare to make fun of Lao Tzu!"

Xu Wu came back to his senses and laughed and scolded.

"Well, that's ......"

"Isn't my father a donkey?"

Xu Xian turned his head and quipped, Xu Wu was speechless for a while, blushed and chased after him.

The more than 50 iron horsemen behind him looked at this scene and laughed dumbly, in Liangzhou he is the Zhenbei Hou with 300,000 iron horses in his hand, there are countless souls under the knife, and he is not smiling on weekdays, although the road back to Beiliang from Shangjing is full of dangers, but they have seen the laughter of the Hou Ye, but it is more than the ten years in Liangzhou combined.

......

On Zhenwu Mountain,

Zhenwu Mountain is located in Sanchuan County, bordering Beichuan County of Sanluo in Liangzhou, it has been famous on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, Taoism flourished during the period of Emperor Zu, known as North Zhenwu, South Wu is called, and there is a Dragon and Tiger Mountain with the same name!

The three Taoist courts in the world have suppressed the entire Buddhism breathlessly, and even once caused the trend of cultivation in the world, and I don't know how many idiots went up the mountain to seek Taoism.

The second grade of the world was born, not stained with mortal dust,

It is difficult for anyone to say how many people there are, but everyone knows that there must be in the three Taoist ancestral courts, and no one can say how many, after all, the old monster of the second grade does not know the spring and autumn period as soon as he retreats, not to mention that he rarely enters the WTO, and even the wind and rain building is nowhere to be checked.

At this moment on the top of the mountain,

An old Taoist priest with white bones and fluttering beards sat cross-legged, looking at the red glow in the sky a little distracted.

"Uncle Shi, do you have to go?"

A very senior little Taoist priest stood behind him and asked.

"I have to go. ”

The old Taoist priest nodded.

"My Zhenwu Mountain has flourished for more than 200 years since the founding of my ancestors, and the previous dynasty is even more prosperous. ”

"The first emperor believed in Buddhism and Taoism, Buddhism has been thriving over the years, whether it is in the court or in the rivers and lakes, it has overwhelmed my Zhenwu Mountain, and now the Xu family father and son have killed the king, it is not an opportunity. ”

"The attitude of the imperial court has been given, if I can bring the heads of the Xu family's father and son to see me, my Zhenwu Mountain may be able to go one step further on the basis of my predecessors and become the state religion!"

The old Taoist priest sighed, Taoism pays attention to quiet and inaction, he has already stepped into the second grade, he should have been born without asking about the ordinary, but he really can't bear to watch this huge Zhenwu Mountain no one cares, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will become a barren mountain after a hundred years.

"But now there is another master with an unknown realm on the side of the prince, the true qi has caused the heaven and the earth to move, stirring up the water of the Wei River, and it is the Xuanwu Divine Turtle on his head, stepping on the waves, and drinking back the five world's three products without much effort, Uncle Shi really has the certainty of victory. ”

The little Taoist priest was worried, just at noon, the battle of Weishui had spread all over the neighboring states and counties, although he knew that his uncle was a god of Taoism, and he could be said to be the best in the world, but he was still inexplicably restless.

Qiu seniors are like sitting on the spring breeze, like drinking mellow mash, the heroes of the world are not more than ears, and this famous saying is known to everyone in the world.

"No, but you'll have to try. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled,

The true breath contained in the mouth is exhaled,

It was more than ten feet away, like a long dragon.

"In fact, Uncle Shi is more worried about the son of Xu Xian, everyone in the world has luck, from princes and generals to peddlers and pawns, just like a thread, no one can break free, but the color thickness is different. ”

"But the old man said that last night, I watched the sky at night, but the person's breath was difficult to understand, chaotic, and I still couldn't figure out the slightest clue after a night. The old Taoist priest's vicissitudes of life fluctuated a little more.

"That's it, the old Taoist has lived for a hundred and twenty years, and he has already seen it thoroughly, and he should find a way out for Zhenwu Mountain. ”

The old way does not see action,

The body rose straight into the air, and when it fell, it was already on the back of a green ox.

The old Taoist priest rode the old green ox down the mountain, and the red sky was full of red behind him.

......

Lingyin Temple,

Located in the deep mountains, it has been inherited for hundreds of years,

There is a huge Bodhi tree planted in the courtyard,

More than ten steps forward is the main hall.

An old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes sat quietly in front of the Buddha and gently wiped the incense ash on the offering table.

After the old monk wiped the incense ash, he sat in front of the Buddha!

One sitting is the night,

Foggy in the mountains,

Before I knew it, the robe on the old monk's body had been stained with dew,

At the crack of dawn

Slowly getting up, the breath flowed away, and the clouds dissipated.

The old monk's lips moved slightly, he was chanting scriptures,

Listening carefully is a mantra of the afterlife, and I don't know who to listen to.

It wasn't until sunrise in the east that the old monk opened his eyes, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and walked out of the mountain, with a faint Buddha light surging behind him.