Seyama, Luo Huan, is he dead?

He is in the prime of life like Dorjee, and he is definitely not dying of old age. But since he has cultivated to the Dharma Realm, it is said that before he is promoted to the True Spirit, there will be no such thing as going mad and falling into the Devil. There is a faint anger in Dorjee's grief, so there is only one possibility, Luo Huan was killed. But this is a Lamaist Dharma Realm monk, not a cat or a dog on the road! You have the strength to kill, and you have to weigh the power of Lamaism, right?

"Could it be someone from the outside world??" Wuxu asked in a deep voice with a frown.

Dorjee shook his head silently, still with his hands folded in front of his heart, but his head hung lower. "Senior Brother Wuxu, do you know that my Senior Brother Luo Huan died at the hands of that Zhao Tong!" Dorjee didn't say anything, but he was shouting in his heart, and his whole body couldn't help trembling slightly.

Tonight, the Golden Snake and Han Shuanghu recited the Demon Dao Exercise, and Dorjee soon learned that this exercise mantra is very similar to the "Mandala Great Joy Sutra", especially the latter few mantras, whose pronunciation is almost exactly the same as a spell in the inner part of the "Mandala Great Joy Sutra"!

The inner part of this sutra, which is not the core disciple of Lamaism, cannot be consulted, that is, Wuxu is like this, at most it can only see the superficial outer part, and at most it can only be slightly simulated and demonstrated by Dorjee. According to the canons of Lamaism, such a mantra must never be leaked, even if it is dead. At that time, Seyan Luo Huan fought with Zhao Tong, and faintly felt that Zhao Tong seemed to know this method very well, and intended to do so, so he made the worst plan early and imprinted Zhao Tong's name in the Dharma realm. Zhao Tong broke Luo Huan's Dharma Realm, gathered the fragments of his Dharma Realm, and pieced together the fragments of the "Mandala Great Joy Sutra", and then changed his appearance and taught it to his subordinates as a reward for a demonic exercise, but he didn't know that the information that he killed Luo Huan was also implied in it, as long as it was a real monk of Lamaism, he would know it as soon as he heard it.

However, he didn't know that although he had been practicing with Pasipa and Dorjee and others in Tianyuan Yansheng Temple for nearly a year, he had not really entered Lamaism, and he did not know this secret method.

The sound of the moist wind, low and clinging to the water, seemed to be speechless and choking on tears.

Back then, the bow of the boat was opposite, and the color of Yama Luo Luo Huan, although he hugged left and right, seemed to be boundless wine, but when he said a few things, it was not a deep understanding of Buddhism, but now in retrospect, it was extremely chic. Later, he secretly told himself that after Lu Miaoying arrived in the Yuandu, he was looking for himself everywhere, and he had no good intentions, so he hurriedly left Qixia Temple and went to sea. Speaking of which, there is also kindness to oneself. What's more, listening to what Senior Brother Dorjee said tonight, Seyan Luo Luo Huan is also very respectable and lamentable.

Wuxu couldn't help sighing, learning from Dorjee, snapping his fingers from the wind and water to pluck two thin water injections, Fu poured Dorjee and the jade cup in front of him, Fu put his hands together, put them on his chest, pondered for a long time, raised his head and recited, "I still remember the small building on the palm, and the fat powder in the red dust pile." Say joy and don't say sorrow, a heart loves freedom. ”

"Say joy and don't worry, a heart loves freedom. Dorjee clasped his palms together on his chest, his lips were closed, but the harmony was under the moon on the water, like the wind. secretly said in his heart: Senior Brother Wuxu, it has really changed, it is as the master said, he has gone mad.

Dorjee couldn't help but recall that day, regardless of his injuries, disobeyed his master's orders, worried that his master would be unfavorable to Wuxu, sneaked with him, and after being discovered by his master, he returned to Sakya Monastery with his master......

Duo Ji suddenly raised his head, looked at Wuxu, and said in a serious voice, "Senior Brother Wuxu, you beware of the demon. ”

Wuxu saw Dorjee laughing, and also laughed, "Enchanted, enchanted, senior brother smiled." After that, he thought for a while, and then he was back to the right color, and said after consideration, "Senior Brother Luo Huan, who was the victim, you and I must pay attention to it when we go to Lushan." In my opinion, Lu Miaoying is the most suspicious......"

In the night fog, Dorjee sat there, listening quietly and occasionally nodding. He swore to avenge Luo Huan, and he already had the heart to kill Zhao Tong, and if he didn't tell Wuxu, he didn't want Wuxu to have any intercession and obstruction.

Wuxu analyzed to himself for a while, and saw that Dorjee never said a word, so he had to sigh, recite the Buddha's name, and sit silently.

The sound of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing around has become extremely distant, as if it is a world away. The sound of the wind and the sound of the water, like the slow flow of water, seems to be the whole of this small building world.

Suddenly, Wu Xu, whose eyes were slightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his fingers in his hands, and shot out two invisible Dharma Realm Silence Qi to the left and right. The hazy pale water was empty, without a sound, but it seemed as if something had broken and then turned into nothingness. Realizing the void, I faintly felt that there were two strands of filament-like "nourishment" that were absorbed by my own Extinction Law Realm.

Ghost! Wu stared at Dorjee and gestured. Dorjee did not move like a mountain, and recited the Buddha horn in a low voice.

At this time, the outside of the floating small building darkened for a moment, and dense evil ghosts silently emerged from the water around them, with their heads scattered, their faces blue and their wet bodies exuding a terrifying chill, towering there. The cold wind was blowing, and they were longing and longing, and they were very gloomy.

This is obviously a ghost monk, manipulating behind the scenes. Wuxu suddenly became a nameless fire, and with this unjust dead water ghost in the Bianliang River, he wanted to besiege the two of them!? Who is it! So bold!

Wuxu knotted the lotus seal with both hands, silently recited the secret mantra, and Xiaolou rose slightly. The qi of the Dharma Realm entered the water from the bottom of the seat, spread outward along the wooden plank, the four columns, and formed a lotus shape. Immediately, there were many water ghosts, who were reduced to nothing by the extinguishing qi of the Enlightenment Void Dharma Realm. The rest of the water ghosts, who seemed to know that it was powerful, trembled all over, and quietly retreated straight back, but still surrounded the small building from a distance.

Dorjee saw this scene in his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he silently stared at the gray-white lotus flower outside the small building, his heart was extremely heavy, and the secret words of the master Pasipa sounded in his ears again, "If the mandala Dharma realm does not cultivate the deity, its qi will be extinguished, like a ghost and a demon." ”

Wuxu didn't notice this, he was about to sacrifice the white bone sword, but suddenly frowned, and said to Dorjee, "Senior brother, look!"

Dorjee slowly cast his gaze outside into the distance. On the surface of the river, I don't know when, it has been full of water ghosts, as if overnight, thousands of years of unjust souls have all emerged from the bottom of the water tonight. On the boats and boats in the river, there was no trace of singing and dancing, a trace of the breath of the living, and under the bleak moonlight, the bow and stern of the ship and even the mast and the roof of the cabin were full of water ghosts. The lanterns were still swaying in the wind, like the red eyes of a devouring monster.

"Imperial Ghost Great, Fa" Dorjee said softly, slowly closing his eyes, "The real ghost cultivator of Fengdu Mountain is also here, do you want the ghost path to start a war against the demon path?"

As if to confirm Dorjee's judgment, the indescribable water ghost in the river began to slowly slide towards the shore. After a while, Wuxu heard a frightened cry. Then, there was a dull sound of military drums, piercing golden sounds, and shouts of killing from inside and outside Bianliang City.

"Senior brother, the ghost Dao forces are far away in the area of Wuchang Mansion, nearly a thousand miles away, and there are also a few cities in the middle, do they want to run overnight and sweep thousands of miles?"

"Timur is just a demon, and his subordinates are still the Yuan army. Dorjee opened his mouth to reply, but his eyes also opened, revealing a look of incomprehension, "As far as I know, there is an agreement between the Demon Dao, the Ghost Dao, and the Demon Dao, if you don't break through Ying Tianfu, you won't meet each other, why is this tonight?"

Ten miles outside Bianliang City, countless torches burned with cyan flames. The cavalry was in front, the foot soldiers were behind, all of them were wearing deep heavy armor, and they could not see the edge at a glance, and they were murderous. In the middle of it, a banner is whirring in the night wind, and there is a big "Han" character on it. Underneath the flag, an eight-seater carriage was the size of a hill bag. Inside the carriage, two ghost monks were looking at the battle situation ahead through the heavy curtains with gloomy faces.

"The front has the upper hand, and the follow-up troops can break through Bianliang City in one fell swoop. Halfway through, a ghost monk whispered.

"Don't worry, let that loach toss again. Isn't he going to avenge his people? Another ghost cultivator, miserable as if smiling, as he exhaled and spoke, the corners of his mouth flashed with an inexplicable white light, rising and disappearing, faint and cold, like phosphorus fire.

At this moment, in Bianliang City, there are unjust souls and ghosts everywhere, and when they see living creatures, they will flock to it and bite endlessly. Wuxu and Dorjee sat on the wooden plank, their hands folded, and the qi of the Dharma Realm spread all around the small building, slowly drifting down the river towards the west of the city.

"Senior brother, evil ghosts are raging, as people in the Buddhist sect, can we sit idly by?" Wuxu suddenly asked.

Dorjee looked at Wuxu, and after a while, he slowly replied, "How do we manage the dispute between the Demon Dao and the Ghost Dao?" Before Wuxu could speak again, Dorjee said next, "Although Timur's subordinates are not as good as Zhao Tong's subordinates, they are all ordinary ordinary soldiers, but in his army, there are also many foreign monks, demon monks, the two demon cultivators in this city, and even some ghost cultivators, and some traitors to the sect who are willing to fall! They are mixed with ordinary soldiers and civilians, and the big war is together, I am afraid it will be difficult for you and me to distinguish one by one, and there is no way to start. ”

Wuxu thought about it and had to admit that Dorjee's words made sense. Even if he and Dorjee come forward, but the devil and demons are mixed in the crowd, enveloping them, fighting fiercely at night, and fighting into a pot of porridge, how can they stop it?

When he was helpless, a sharp roar sounded in the sky, and a huge black dragon shadow appeared under the moonlight, spewing out a raging black flame from his mouth, and the two dragon claws swayed into a hurricane. As soon as it appeared, Wuxu heard the screams in the city, and the screams were much louder and more poignant. Several demon cultivators rose into the air in a panic and fled in all directions.

"Bianliang City will definitely fall into the hands of the ghost monks tonight. I have already told my master about this. Dorjee suddenly got up and said to Wuxu, "You and I should go to the grassland and shoot the eagle eagle." ”

Wuxu looked at the dragon shadow in the sky that seemed to be a little familiar, and then looked at the faint sword light and sword shadow in the distance, nodded, and quietly followed Dorjee.

At dawn, the two had arrived at the Taiyuan boundary. At this time, I saw that on the ground, Wang Baobao's troops were withdrawn from the front line of Kaifeng in an orderly manner and gathered around Taiyuan. Another elite force, about 20,000 people, set out from Taiyuan Mansion, like Wuxu and Dorjee hidden in the clouds, and headed towards the northern grassland.

"They are escorting Prince Yuan to retreat to the grassland. Dorjee stretched out his hand and shook his hand to a gorgeous carriage in the middle of the team below, with six white horses in front of the carriage and a dense crowd of knights around him. Somehow, Dorjee slowed down and flew slowly through the air, unhurriedly following the team below. He folded his hands and whispered a slow Tibetan scripture in his mouth.

His voice gradually passed through the clouds and reached below. Soon, there was a commotion in this unit. Then, Wuxu saw that the war horse did not advance, the soldiers knelt on the ground, and a middle-aged man walked out of the gorgeous six-horse carriage, looked up at the sky, seemed to be muttering to himself, and after a while, he also slowly knelt on the muddy ground.

Wuxu, thinking that Dorjee was going to show up and meet the prince of Yuan. Who knows, Dorjee looked at eye level, did not stop for a moment, and continued to fly forward. The red sun, the blue sky, the white clouds, and the sound of Dorjee's chanting of scriptures, like the sound of camel bells in the distance, gradually faded away.

It wasn't until below, in the endless grassland, that Dorjee stopped again and stopped chanting.

Cooking smoke is everywhere, and the wind blows the grass and shows the cattle and sheep. Mongolian iron cavalry, unified the Central Plains, the country name Dayuan, in the past hundred years, no matter whether the reigning emperor is good or bad, the grassland of his hometown is still regarded as a treasure. The grass is green, the air is fresh, the sky is like a sapphire, pure and clear, and the so-called "Haizi" is like a pearl scattered on the grassland, which makes people fascinated.

Dorjee paused slightly, half talking to himself, half sighing to Wuxu, "The beautiful Mongolian steppe, I haven't been here for a long time. With that, he continued to fly north. Enlightenment followed silently.

When the temperature plummeted, and the stiff and bare frozen soil and jagged rocks gradually appeared below, Dorjee stopped again. Whew. A fierce wolf howl suddenly rose from the ground, and then thousands of wolves, as if they had come out of the ground, all stared at the green eyes and howled towards the sky. A figure flew into the air and came in front of Wuxu and Dorjee.

"Nan Wu Shizun Shakyamuni Buddha!" Dorjee stepped forward and shouted the Buddha's horn heavily, and he didn't know when the Nebula Bamboo had been sacrificed in his hand.

The man stared, looking warily at Wuxu and Dorjee, and was about to ask. The Nebula Bamboo in Dorjee's hand had already flown out. A nebula, growing larger and brighter.

"Who the hell are you?!" That person, looking at the breath, also has a real person cultivation, but at this moment, he looked at Dorjee in horror, but unfortunately before he finished speaking, his entire body and divine consciousness were already wrapped in a nebula.

Wuxu only saw the front of him, as bright as the Milky Way, and then scattered, turning into thousands of rays of brilliance, but he didn't see a black lotus mark flashing on Dorjee's forehead.

The wolves below, in which tens of millions of people reached the glory, most of them died, whining, and disappeared in an instant. Dorjee didn't care about himself either, and immediately turned back.

"This demon is the Desert Wolf King, and he is lucky to become a real person. In recent decades, taking advantage of the precariousness of the Yuan Court, he was unscrupulous and took wolves to ravage the grassland. On the way, Dorjee said lightly to Wuxu.

"Senior Brother Duoji, this is doing his best to retreat to the grassland for Prince Yuan and clear up hidden dangers. Wu Xuan understood in his heart, and recited the Buddha's name with his palms together to show his knowledge.

When they returned to the endless grassland, Prince Yuan and his entourage had just arrived. Wuxu and Dorjee, in the clouds, silently watched the cumbersome ceremony of welcoming Prince Yuan below.

"Last night, the ghost monk suddenly used strange soldiers, led 30,000 elite soldiers, attacked Bianliang at night for thousands of miles, and then echoed with the north and south of Wuchang Mansion, uprooting the middle demon path city. When Wuxu was bored, Dorjee said slowly.

"What!??30,000 elite soldiers?!" Wuxu asked in a loud voice, "How is this possible? Overnight, thousands of miles away?"

"Ghost Dragon. Dorjee replied briefly, but his tone didn't seem to be sure. The ghost dragon is huge, soaring clouds and water, if you want to transport troops, it must be.

"30,000 elite soldiers, most of them are ordinary people, plus military horses, and the axle weight. Could it be that all the ghost dragons of Rakshasa Peak have all arrived in the human world?!" Wuxu frowned, he was promoted to a real person, and he knew that it was possible for an ordinary real person monk to fly thousands of miles with dozens of people, and it was also necessary to consider the safety of ordinary people themselves. To say that a human-level ghost dragon can transport 30,000 elite soldiers thousands of miles away, Wuxu no matter what, I just think it's a fantasy.

"Last night, when the ghost monk led the army to seize the area from Wuchang Mansion to Bianliang Kaifeng, the elite of Ying Tianfu was exhausted, and by this time, it had captured the Hongze Lake Basin. Dorjee, said softly, and threw down another thunderbolt.

"Captured Hongze Lake?!"

Hongze Lake, but Zhao Tong's base camp for training the demon army. How many times has Wu Xuan been to Taihu Lake, and the boundless demonic qi is melted into Hongze Lake for thousands of miles, is it so easy to attack? What puzzles Wu Xuan the most is that the ghost monk led his army north to attack the land of Bianliang, and Zhu Yuanzhang led his army north to attack Hongze Lake, which is not something that Zhu Yuanzhang can decide if he is hiding in Wuchang Mansion by Li Linfu and other Yin Confucians. Could it be that Zhu Yuanzhang and the Black Dragon Envoy formed an alliance? Or is there a secret agreement between Lushan Haoran Peak and Rakshasa Peak?

Wu Wuxu suddenly felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and the world was changing too fast.

In the blue sky, several black shadows flew in, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had already flown under the clouds under the feet of Wuxu and Dorjee.

Wu Xuan smiled heartily, "What's the matter." The eagle owl flies, and watch you and me snap their fingers. With that, the index finger of his right hand was slightly raised, pointing downward.

The two eagles were pierced through their heads one after another by the power of Wuxu's fingers and fell towards the ground. Its companions, let out a wail, hovered over it.

Below, Prince Yuan and the others were finishing the ceremony, when they suddenly saw two eagle eagles falling from the sky, and they couldn't help but panic. On the day of refuge and return, I saw the eagle eagle falling, which was a bad omen. At that moment, the prince of Yuan and everyone were crawling on the grassland again, panicking.

Seeing this, Wuxu couldn't help but sigh, "A generation of Tianjiao only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle." To this day, this heroic spirit is also withering in future generations. ”

Dorjee immediately recited, "It is difficult to turn back when you bend the bow, and the eagle is not a hero." Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. As he recited, he stretched out his hand a little downward. I saw that the two dead eagles in front of the Yuan prince came back to life, flapped their wings and flew high, with a long sound, and flew to the sky with their companions, disappearing into the white clouds.

The prince of Nayuan and others, seeing the resurrection of the dead eagle, spread their wings and fly high, were excited, singing and dancing there, depending on the situation, it should be a ritual such as worshipping ancestors and summoning spirits.

Wuxu looked down and smiled, unwilling to brush Dorjee's mind, and stood with his hands tied.

"Senior Brother Wuxu, do you think it's inappropriate?" Dorjee suddenly asked softly.

Wuxu, I didn't expect Dorjee to care so much, he pondered for a moment, and replied, "Yuan Ting's qi has been exhausted, and Senior Brother is so thoughtful, and he is also benevolent and righteous." ”

Dorjee was silent, and after half a sound, Fang Cai said strangely, "The Heavenly Dao cycle, one withered and one prosperous. Yuan Tingqi counts, what does it have to do with us and other monks? Whether it is a bow bend, or a snap of a finger, it is always a matter of life and death of the hero. ”

That's right

I still remember to put my palms together and go to the small building, watching life and death and listening to the romance.

The original snap of the finger shoots the eagle, and the hero is not hiding the head.