After the blood of the Buddha was exhausted, a small tornado rolled up in the atrium, which was originally just a wisp of gloomy wind.

Just when Yan Chixia was thinking about whether to make a move to wake up Wang Yu, Wang Yu, who was standing in the center of the atrium, opened his eyes.

As Wang Yu's eyes opened, the lifelike murals on the walls of the middle pavilion suddenly all withered and fell, as if they had spent thousands of years in the spring and autumn period.

The original beautiful murals have lost their original beauty in decay, and the hollow and dilapidated blank space makes the murals on the walls look like hell.

In a dark city in the underworld located on a black mountain, a figure shrouded in black mist raised its head suddenly: "The doppelganger is dead, and the Netherworld Yellow Spring Diagram has also been broken!"

Could it be that the bald donkeys of Buddhism have seen through my distraction? Shouldn't I? I have obviously cut off all contact, and only have a trace of induction. ”

The figure in doubt casually pinched the delicate and beautiful female ghost in his hand, opened his mouth and sent the female ghost to the big mouth of the skeleton, and chewed carefully for a long time, which calmed the depression in his heart.

Wang Yu, who was far away from the world, didn't know that he came to play casually by chance, and it would have such a big impact on this person in the Netherworld, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

"Chixia, I'll leave the ghosts in the murals in this atrium to you, I'll go to the backyard to see where the bald head who killed himself is sacred. After instructing Yan Chixia to solve the broken mural in the atrium, Wang Yu set off and walked to the backyard of the broken temple.

Calculate the time, the bald head who is arrogant enough to dare to enter the world of his dreams should also come to the end of his life!

The atrium of the broken temple was only a few steps away from the backyard, and Wang Yu came to it before the old monk's head completely lost its vitality.

Looking at the unwilling old monk with his eyes in his eyes, Wang Yu was unmoved.

The murderer is always killed, and so is the calculating man, who will not change himself for the sake of the tears of his enemies.

Looking at the golden Buddha blood covered with the wings, Wang Yu's eyes moved, with the Maoshan inheritance in his hands, he had a lot of means to use the Buddha's blood, refining tools and drawing talismans.

But it didn't take him a moment for him to suppress this thought, not because he was pedantic, but after considering his own situation, he realized that there was no need for it.

Now he is taking the way of fighting for the male power of the outer tyrant and the inner benevolence, and there are very few places where he can use the means of Taoism, since this is the case, why should he be stained with the blood of the Buddha of this old monk, forcing the Buddhism to give up the forbearance before subverting the Great Zhou and deliberately targeting himself.

Although Buddhist classics often advertise that the flesh is a stinky skin, Wang Yu knows that these are all monks pulling calves.

There is a big gap between the old monks who have left the golden body in the Buddhist sect and those who have not left the golden body, and the golden body is more important to the Buddha than the relics.

Just when Wang Yu wanted to figure it out, a burst of sword whistles came from the atrium, accompanied by the sound of various ghosts and ghosts of forgiveness and curses.

After hearing all kinds of ghostly sounds coming from the atrium, Xiahou Wu, who had already lit a fire in the front hall and was about to sleep peacefully, and a group of personal soldiers were immediately alarmed.

The vigorous qi and blood that belonged to the martial artist instantly enveloped the entire ruined temple, and some of the slightly weaker ghosts and spirits were burned into a wisp of green smoke by the majestic qi and blood before they could wait for Yan Chixia's peerless sword qi.

In the White Horse Temple outside Luoyang City, looking at the extinguished Buddha lamp in front of him, Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes, and under the remaining Buddha lamp candles in front of him, his expression was uncertain.

The temptation of Duhua to plot against Wang Yu failed!

For this point, Pudu Cihang had already prepared in his heart, otherwise he would not have left Kyoto in advance and deliberately avoided it, so as not to collide head-on with the sharp-edged border county horseman, but he knew the strength of the tempting person, but he was inevitably a little frightened!

Although the old monk of Jinshan who was sent to carry out the mission of temptation is not the backbone master of the six schools of Buddhism, he is also a genuine Buddhist cultivator in the Ming King Realm, and the red dust ukiyo-e map in his hand is the supreme weapon for transforming sentient beings.

A Buddhist monk in the same realm as himself died so easily, how can he not be shocked.

For the first time, Pudu Cihang was skeptical that his plan to swallow the dragon qi of the Great Zhou would succeed.

Although the people who turned the tide at the end of the previous dynasties were amazingly powerful, they were not so powerful!

Those people were often in the center to dominate the world, and only after they were in the center to dominate the world could they fight back and kill one or two monks of the Ming King Realm with the help of the dynasty's dragon qi.

But thinking about the various temptations after turning into a true dragon and the accumulation of the six sects of Buddhism, it forcibly suppressed the retreat in its heart and began to close its eyes and practice penance.

In any case, you can't go wrong with being strong yourself. If his own strength goes further and becomes a living Buddha in the world, then even if that border county puppet is a demonic character, it is not afraid of anything.

The cultivation of the eighth realm has reached its peak in this world where the Immortal Buddha has fallen, and it is doubtful that there are still monks with such cultivation alive in the whole world several times.

Not to mention Pudu Cihang's mental journey, after Yan Chixia and Xiahou Wu solved the charm of the atrium, and Wang Yu relieved the fatigue of his body from the beautiful meditation in the atrium, the group of them marched towards Kyoto again in the wind and snow.

On the 25th day of December in the year of the Apocalypse, five days before the change of the Yuan Dynasty on New Year's Day, a group of 21 horsemen from the border pass shook the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Kyoto.

On the morning of December 25, in front of the Shoyo Gate in Kyoto, a cavalry that was out of step with the surrounding ranks was sitting on horses waiting for the gate to open.

Looking at the fully armed twenty-one horsemen, there were officers and soldiers guarding the gate on the gate tower of Zhengyangmen who secretly guessed the identity of the twenty-one horsemen, and the person who was good at gambling even set up a handicap.

"The foreign vassal king pays one into two, the feudal officials pay one into one, the rookie in the army pays one into three, and the son of the gentleman pays one into five.

Buy and leave, buy and leave, if you want to participate in a share, hurry up and bet, after a cup of tea, the city gate will open after opening, and it will be too late to buy it. ”

"Two taels of silver, I bet that the person who came is a gentleman, you see if the white-haired young man in the lead has a big jacket.

It was sewn from the snow fox skin in the north, and I have seen a piece in Cuifeng Yuan that is a little different, and the eldest son of the servant of the Ministry of Officials spent three thousand taels to take it down.

Judging from the quality, this jacket will only be more expensive, who can afford to spend so much money if it is not a gentleman?"

"I'll bet half a tael of silver, the king of a foreign domain. ”

"The leader is too young, and I also bet on foreign vassal kings. ”

............

"The city gate is about to be opened, Liu Laosan, you go down to interrogate these twenty-one horsemen, the foreign vassal kings ......"

"It's time to shake your face, the emperor's new enthronement is looking at these swaggering vassal kings. ”

"If the leader is the son of a feudal official......"

"Give him a dismount, let him know that this Kyoto is not something that their leopards can play, and then show him a clear way, and honor and honor the little marquis. ”