In a dilapidated building, Zhuge Chen looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside, and didn't know what he was thinking. At this moment, he was very distracted, and his sword aura was restrained, all of which were collected in his big sleeves. In the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from a mortal.

Hua and Crow had already packed their beds and were ready to go to bed.

The three of them slept here today, keeping vigil in white clothes, and at the same time seized the time to practice swords. In about two days' journey, you can go to the Huatian Secret Realm. In order to be able to enter it, a big war is indispensable. However, I heard that the Heavenly Worship Sect has stationed a lot of cultivators with a high level of cultivation over there, and there is even a Zhen Dao who sits in the secret realm. In case someone who doesn't know what to do is get into the secret realm and steal treasures.

Because Xiyou is the ancient battlefield, there are many secret realms here. And like the Huatian Secret Realm, there are very few people who are rich in fortune. It is impossible for the Heavenly Worship Sect to allow others to interfere and take away the fruits of their painstaking management.

In the secret realm, there are murderous opportunities everywhere, but there are also blessings everywhere. Over the years, this secret realm alone has allowed the Heaven Worship Sect to reap a lot of benefits. A disciple in the sect even obtained the inheritance of a pseudo-saint realm cultivator who died here. The killing power has increased by leaps and bounds, and at a young age, he is already an elder.

What's more, the body is dead in the Huatian Secret Realm, but there is also a genuine saint realm. Whether it can be prefixed with a top is not clear for the time being, but even so, the person who can get this blessing will be the young sect master of the Heavenly Worship Sect in the future. There are few people who are exempt from such temptations.

According to Zhuge Chen's plan, he didn't want to directly pocket the Huatian Secret Realm. In this way, there is naturally a lot involved. It is very likely that the Sect Master of the Heaven Worship Sect, who is only one step away from the Saint Realm, will move forward, and facing the other party with his current killing power is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

He only needed to quietly kill the one who was sitting in the Zhen Dao, and then he could put the entire Huatian Secret Realm under his control. Those disciples of the Heaven Worship Sect are not a threat.

Zhuge Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, because of the cold of the rainy night, the turbidity turned into white gas and dissipated in front of him.

He turned around and looked at the statue of the Buddha that had been left unrepaired because of the passage of time, and the golden body had been dilapidated. Sure enough, people and immortals are the same, some people are happy and some are worried, and few people can sit on the clouds and stand still.

This temple is called Shanshui Temple. A hundred years ago, incense was still at its peak. At that time, the Heavenly Worship Sect had not yet implemented the destruction of the Buddha as it is now, and the entire Xiyou still worshiped the "Buddha" very much. At that time, the Shanshui Temple was the only temple within a radius of 100 miles. From day to night, the voices are buzzing. The golden body of the Buddha, the smiling face of the monk, every pilgrim also feels that today to worship the Buddha and return with pleasure.

But with the order of the Heavenly Worship Sect, the entire Xiyou, I don't know how many temples like landscape temples are out of people.

As for why the Heavenly Worship Sect is like this, no one knows. However, Zhuge Chen guessed that eighty percent of it was because of a silent dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, which changed the general trend of the world. And at that time in heaven, the same is true. In the end, the two human immortals intervened, and only then did they settle this dispute that affected the entire heaven and the heavens, and countless cultivators.

"Sure enough, the power of human immortals is unmatched. Zhuge Chen whispered to himself: "I really don't know, when I enter that realm, what will be the situation in the heavens."

After saying that, Zhuge Chen sat down cross-legged, cut his fingers with the flying sword through the gap, and squeezed out a drop of blood to raise the sword. He actually doesn't use this kind of sword raising method much, not because the effect is very small, but because he is afraid of pain.

It is also strange that when fighting, the white clothes who are not afraid of death will be afraid of these.

Just as he was about to tear the blood beads with sword qi and sprinkle them on the rubber pillar sword, he heard the sound of rustling around him in his ears. In order not to disturb Ah Hua and the crow sleeping, Zhuge Chen, who wanted to find out, isolated a small world with his own qi, and then put his sword into the sheath, got up and walked over there.

In the shadows, Zhuge Chen squinted his eyes and saw a mouse that could already be called a spirit crawling towards the top of the head of the golden Buddha statue. Even if it slips down, it is indomitable.

Zhuge Chen watched quietly, without making a sound.

And the little mouse was still keenly aware of the white clothes, his eyes were frightened, and he ran away with a smoke. But after all, this is in Zhuge Chen's small world, where can it go? Before it had a stick of incense, it was found by Bai Yi.

Looking at the little mouse that squeaked non-stop, Zhuge Chen was a little helpless. had to throw out a sword qi, which frightened the little mouse and closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Can you speak?" Zhuge Chen said.

"Yes. The little mouse was a little cramped, it took a few steps back, and it didn't feel a little relieved until it was close to the wall: "Sword Immortal Master, since my spiritual enlightenment, I have been staying in the Shanshui Temple until now. I didn't take half a step out, and I didn't hurt anyone. You're so powerful that you know what I'm saying is true!"

"How do I know. Zhuge Chen spread out his palms, looked at the golden Buddha statue and said, "Tell me, why do you want to go to the top of the golden Buddha's head." That feng shui is good, and you can sleep comfortably?"

Bai Yi is also idle, and he is not in a hurry to practice swords tonight.

"Not really. "The little mouse has a little more courage, but whoever becomes a spirit by his own efforts has a far better perception of danger than humans in the same realm. This may be because they live in mountains and forests that are even more chaotic than rivers and lakes, and they have to face countless natural enemies every day when they go out to forage for food: "I just read a sentence from a book by chance, sincerity is the opening of gold and stone." I thought that as long as I worked hard, I would one day be able to turn into a human form and go out. I took the summit of the Golden Buddha as my goal, but it has been almost three years, and I have only climbed to the shoulder of the Golden Buddha at the highest time. There's still a long way to go!"

Looking at the little mouse's sad appearance, Zhuge Chen, who only felt funny, did not hide it, and laughed out loud. The little mouse seemed a little shy, but he didn't know why Bai Yi was laughing, so he could only stand at the base of the wall with his hands rubbed, silently praying in his heart that the sword fairy master in front of him would not move his murderous intentions.

Unlike other spirits, it wasn't because of its own aptitude that it was able to become what it is today. It was the bowl of sesame oil left by the last abbot of the Shanshui Temple who had a premonition of death and left the temple before leaving.

After drinking it secretly, after only a month, it built a cultivation path, and even today's realm is comparable to that of Jianghu Grandmasters. That bowl of sesame oil is a monstrous blessing for the little mouse. It's just that for the abbot of a Shanshui Temple, no one can know whether all this was intentional or casual.

"Master Sword Immortal, what are you laughing at?" said the little mouse with an innocent face, and Zhuge Chen.

Bai Yi picked up the flask and said, "It's not a joke, it's just funny." A spirit who even knows how to read. Don't panic, I'm not the one to kill any spirit when I encounter it. Not to mention...... You really didn't do anything bad. ”

There are many kinds of spirits in the world, and there are countless of them. Like a little mouse, it naturally belongs to the bottom of them, and it is not even a demon beast, so it can only hide in the broken temple. It's not because the little mouse is timid by nature, it's more because after walking out of the broken temple, there are many people with higher realms who can put him to death.

And a fox demon like Ah Hua who has already transformed doesn't need to worry so much. At least you don't have to think about how to enter the WTO and survive in it. As long as you are careful and don't show your feet, it is difficult to die. As for Xiao Jiao Xiaohuang, who is out of the demon beast, he is already a natural existence, so there is no need for this.

Zhuge Chen wanted to summon Xiao Jiao out, but Xiao Jiao fell asleep and was in the middle of breaking the realm. What's more, it's just a little weird, and it can't arouse his interest. This true dragon species raised by the evil Jiao in his heart will not even give Zhuge Chen's face many times, let alone a little elf.

Zhuge Chen raised his hand to take away his qi and returned to his big sleeves. It's just one night, and time flies naturally. When the sun rose, Zhuge Chen squinted his eyes, ready to wake up the crow and Ah Hua to leave. Although this person is not a good talk, the three or two points of guidance in white still benefit the little mouse a lot.

"Sword Immortal Master, are you ...... Is this leaving?" the little mouse was a little anxious, holding a flying sword from the Heavenly Sword Mansion in his hand.

This flying sword is actually not very precious, the ordinary texture is the ordinary price, the only difference is that the sword has the word "dust" on the book. Each stroke contains the sword energy of Haoran, which is unique in the world.

"Naturally. Zhuge Chen nodded and said, "That flying sword will be regarded as a gift for the meeting in Pingshui, you can stay." ”

The little mouse thanked him for his kindness, raised his head, and bowed deeply. Then he landed on all fours and ran away.

Zhuge Chen looked at the back of the little elf and didn't say anything. He woke up Ah Hua and the crow and prepared to leave the Shanshui Temple.

And after the three of them left, at the foot of the Buddha statue, the little mouse stood alone and a spirit. And as a breeze blew, an old man in a robe appeared beside it.

The old man gently stroked the little mouse's head and smiled very kindly: "What do you think of him?"

The little mouse thought for a long time, but did not speak.

"Got it, got it, next time I won't let you lie about it. The old man spoke: "But the rules of our Xiyou should indeed be reformulated. But before that, I need to know what the man's character is. Buddhism has been in decline for many years in the West. Isn't that what I've been living for now?"

"That Sword Immortal Master...... He'll ...... because of this," the little mouse asked uncertainly.

"How could a sword cultivator from heaven die here?" the old man said slowly, "If this is really the case, don't blame me!"