Wuxu quietly entered Ying Tianfu. He hid in the Dharma Realm, and first went to Jiming Temple.

When you fly to the sky above Jiming Temple, you can see the wing room where Shihai is located, the fragrance rises, the Buddha's light floats, the aura accumulates in the middle, and the deepest part turns into a white light cluster. Faintly visible, in the white light cluster, Shi Hai floated cross-legged.

What kind of exercise is this? Because Wuxu left the Lotus Law Peak early, the core secret technique of the Hualien Miao Dharma Sect is not familiar with, let alone cultivated. It's just that even though Wuxu is a real monk, he also has a bit of a sense of danger.

The white light cluster, the light is not strong, and there is a golden Buddha light on the periphery, which looks as pure and peaceful as a relic, but Wu Xu, as a Buddhist monk, especially after the extinction of the Dharma Realm, sensed a trace of violent killing intent hidden in this white light cluster.

Among the Buddhas, there is the golden light of the great sun, and even the fierce Buddha light of the pure world, in fact, there is also the feminine and silent Buddha light. The light emitted by the relics is an example, but the relics are generally left by high monks, and there is no killing intent, so they just seem a little lonely.

Wuxu can be sure that Shi Hai must be using the relics to practice some powerful exercises. Because, the white light cultivated by Shi Hai in front of him is not only soft and cold, but also because it is contaminated with Shi Hai's killing intent, and it hides a scorching and murderous aura. As for the rage, maybe it's the characteristics of the exercises, or maybe it's the cultivation to the point where it matters.

Wu Xuan Divine Sense swept around, and seeing that there was no one around, he couldn't help but shake his head, silently stealth the Dharma Realm, floating above, and acting as a Dharma protector.

After a while, Shi Hai was in the white light, and suddenly his hands were slowly raised from his chest to the top of his head, and several golden rays of light shot out from his fingertips. The white light cluster split from the top and divided into nine petals, each with a golden edge, shooting out obliquely in all directions, and then slowly circling around Shi Hai's legs. It's just like Wuxu turning the white bone sword into a rosette on the soles of his feet.

Immediately after, his hands were still folded, and he held it straight above his head, and suddenly there was an inaudible sound in his body, and five white lights flew out of his abdomen, like lotus petals, like flying swords, still diagonally facing outward, hovering around it, and the edge was glowing with scattered golden Buddha light.

In the end, there was also a soft sound above Shi Hai's head, and a white light rose. At this time, Shi Hai's hands raised above his head had already spread out his ten fingers, and his wrists were against each other, forming a lotus seal. The white light flew upwards into Shi Hai's hands, and Shi Hai's ten fingertips flew out of the white light, like a fountain, and hung down towards the two layers of ninety-five lotus petal white light around him.

Wuxu looked carefully and knew that this was the most critical time. Shi Hai, this is mostly using himself as a medium. The white light emitted by the ten fingers above his head fell into the ninety-five white light that had appeared before, and the original white light in the shape of a lotus petal would flow the spiritual power back into Shi Hai's body, thus achieving a subtle cycle. Originally, Shi Hai was to release spiritual power to form lotus petal white light, but now it is the most critical and dangerous to reverse the flow of spiritual power.

As expected, Shi Hai's body began to tremble slightly, and the white light around him was also a little disordered. Wu Xuan looked at it from a distance, as if Shi Hai was under water, the wind was blowing, the water waves, and he saw that Shi Ran and his surroundings were also trembling and slightly distorted.

Wu Xuan watched intently in the Dharma Realm, running the white lotus**, and the lotus flower in his hand was printed on his chest, ready to help at any time.

At this moment, a cloud in the sky moved slightly, and a warm ray of sunlight cast down through the gap in the clouds.

The sun was originally in the sky, and countless rays of sunlight had already shone on the Shihai wing, and even Wuxu was faintly bathed in it through the Dharma Realm, enjoying the wind and sunshine. But Wu Xuan sacrificed the white bone sword and slashed towards the ray of sunlight that suddenly projected down.

That ray of warm sunlight immediately turned into a cold black sword, and when it touched Wuxu's white bone sword, countless ghosts and wolves howled in the air.

Wu Xuan had already flown out of the Dharma Realm at this moment, and immediately danced the white bone sword with one hand, killing the high light and translucent clouds, and with one hand knotted the five-haired seal of Manjushri Bodhisattva, a green lotus appeared, which was buckled upside down and covered above the Shihai wing, blocking the ghost method released by the hidden person outside, so as not to disturb Shihai.

The hidden man, seeing that Wuxu appeared, did not love to fight, and immediately retreated. Wuxu shouted, "You just want to leave?!" The white bone sword flew out of his hand, looking for the ghostly qi that was absent, shuttling through the clouds.

After a while, the White Bone Sword flew back, and Wu Xuan saw that there was no trace of black gas on it, and he couldn't help frowning, "This ghost Dao monk, whose cultivation is no more than mortal dust, can actually retreat under my White Bone Sword?"

Two more figures flew in a hurry, and when they saw Wuxu, they were slightly stunned, and then saluted, "Yang Guozhong, Cai Jing, I have seen Master Wuxu." ”

Yang Guozhong, Cai Jing, and Wuxu were stunned for a moment, isn't this a Tang and Song Dynasty figure, and suddenly saw that although these two people were immortal and bone-like, their breath was cold, and they suddenly woke up, these two people must also be Yin Body Confucian cultivators, just like Li Linfu, Li Bai and others, they were collected by Ma Linghua and worked in Yingtianfu.

Yang Guozhong and Cai Jing are famous in history. Wu Xu, he didn't dare to hold it up, and hurriedly folded his palms in return.

After explaining the situation, Yang Guozhong and Cai Jing looked at the scene of Shihai below, slightly embarrassed, and said to Wuxu, "I waited for today's inspection, but I didn't expect Master Shihai, today is the time when cultivation is critical, and I can't imagine that those thieves are lurking in secret." If it weren't for the presence of Master Wuxu, I would have almost disturbed Master Shihai, if so, the two of us would really be ashamed of Fairy Ma, King Wu, and Master Wuxu. ”

Wuxu smiled, "People in the ghost path are secretive and can't be guarded against. The two adults don't have to blame themselves. Fortunately, Senior Brother Shi Hai is safe and sound. In no time, you're done. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sky-high sword qi in the next place, piercing the Qinglian enchantment of Wuxu and rushing to the sky. Immediately, I saw Shi Hai, who was dressed in a white monk's robe, with his hands raised above his head, like an indestructible sword, slowly soaring upward.

In Wuxu's smile, Shi Hai slowly put his hands in front of his chest and flew over.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, Protector. "It should be, it should be, you and I are in the same door, how to thank you." Wuxu said, turned to Yang Guozhong and Cai Jing, who were also smiling, and bowed, "Lord Yang, Lord Cai, Senior Brother Shihai has just come out of the customs, and he still needs to be regulated, please tell Senior Brother Rujing." Even if they are from the same door, they don't have to come to congratulate each other. Later, the little monk will go to see him. “

That Yang Guozhong and Cai Jing are both thousand-year-old people, after listening to Wuxu's words, how can they not understand, after congratulating Shi Hai, they left and left.

In the meditation room, Wuxu and Shihai sat cross-legged on the couch. When Wuxu said that he had decided to break the dust and go up to Lushan, Shi Hai looked like a relative, and sighed, "Senior brother, you threw the important task of revitalizing the sect to Shi Hai." Could it be that Senior Brother is still haunted by Uncle Miaoyin sending you down the mountain?"

Wuxu was silent for a moment, "Senior brother, why do you say this." Wuxu, how could he have half a bit of resentment, but he just thought about it a lot, was good at justifying, and was bent on seeking the avenue. “

Shi Hai, with his palms slightly raised, "Senior brother went down to Lushan Mountain and has been wandering outside, but I don't know that Uncle Miaoyin has been sullen after the senior brother left, and he has never accepted apprentices, and finally closed the dead pass." Until the Quanzhen Sect of those thieves, sneaking into the mountain gate at night, slaughtering the Lotus Law Peak. “

Wu Xuan burst into tears, "Senior Brother Shihai, there is no need to say it again. Wuxu is not to blame the resentful master. All of this, Wu Xuan has already understood and understood. Wuxu went to Lushan Mountain, but also went to Lotus Law Peak, and also wanted to revitalize the sect. “

Shi Hai's hands felt higher, just like a sharp sword, "Senior brother, this seems to be the last meeting in the world. Shi Hai, dare to ask, what if you meet that Zhao Tong and that Guo Min in the future?"

Wuxu was still in tears, and replied, "What should I do." "What if you are like a pure junior disciple, disrespecting the Three Jewels, and calculating the Buddha's sect?"

Wu Xu's eyes widened suddenly, "Senior brother, why do you say this?

Shi Hai sneered, "Senior Brother knows that Senior Brother is bent on seeking the Tao, and many things have not been reported. But in the past, Ma Linghua and others planned to secretly eliminate the White Lotus Sect, and recently, Senior Brother Song and thousands of White Lotus Sect members were all poisoned, and almost no survivors. Doesn't Senior Brother Wuxu know this, and he still can't see through it? Let's take today as an example, since Senior Brother pointed out these two people, he must have also been aware of it?"

Today, Yang Guozhong and Cai Jing are strange. But after he repelled the ghost monk who wanted to plot to disturb the release of the sea, he appeared immediately. Moreover, don't forget, the Yin Body Confucian cultivation actually belongs to the ghost path, but the exercises are peculiar. In particular, the Wuxu White Bone Sword returned in vain, without a trace of ghostly energy

Wuxu sighed, "Wuxu came here this time for this matter. The junior brother has just achieved great success, and he has been consolidating for a few days. Later, I invited Senior Brother Rujing to come over and talk to me in this Jiming Temple. “

Shi Hai smiled sadly, "At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang must have known that Senior Brother is coming, and Senior Brother and I will go out." According to his nature, there are many things that do not come in person. After a pause, "Okay, Senior Brother will go today, visit the old man, and let Senior Brother and I breathe a little." Tomorrow, you can talk here with the same teachers and brothers. “

Wuxu smiled bitterly, "If the old man is only in the world, Wuxu will not visit." The dust is already desired, why bother with it?"

After talking with Shi Hai, Wuxu really didn't leave the temple gate. Only in the meditation room, holding the seal and chanting, I didn't sleep all night.

On the second day, Dongfang Xiaobai and Wuxu got up in the long sound of bells and drums, came to the main hall, and finished the morning class with the monks. Then, when I arrived at the cafeteria, I was silent and fasting, and suddenly I heard a noise outside.

Wuxu walked out of the cafeteria, stood under a pine and cypress, looked at the wide open temple door, and heard the loud singing,

Metropolitan Governor Li Wenzhong, enter the temple to offer incense!

Li Wenzhong? Li Wenzhong, who was standing in the cold wind and rain at the Thousand Buddha Cliff of Qixia Temple that day, waiting hard for him to get out of the customs.

Wu Xu, glanced at the Shi Hai beside him, and suddenly shouted with the roar of snow and mountain lions, "Today, the Hualien Miaofa Sect has a great canon, and the idle people who are not from this sect should retreat!" The voice spread throughout Ying Tianfu.

Wuxu then raised his hand, opened the temple door and closed immediately. "Master Wuxu, Master Shihai! Li Wenzhong, a lay disciple, came to worship the mountain and worship the incense. After a moment of silence outside the temple, Li Wenzhong shouted loudly. "Lay disciples, how can lay disciples participate casually in this ceremony?" Shi Hai said softly.

Li Wenzhong's voice sounded again. If so, three.

Wuxu said to the extinguishing anger next to Shi Hai, "Senior brother of extinguishing anger, the Buddhist gate should have opened the door of convenience to treat those who are destined." Now that Li Wenzhong considers himself a lay disciple and shouts outside, you can open the side door and lead him in. If he just went up to the mountain to pay a visit, you would have sent it away. If there is anything unusual, you will report it again. “

He bowed down and took the order.

Wu Xufu said to Shi Hai again. Folded his palms and bowed, "Trouble the junior brother, gather all the pillars of this sect in the army." Senior brother, I have my own sense of proportion and preaching. “

Shi Hai returned the salute, said "Amitabha", and then took a group of monks, entered the main hall, sat cross-legged, and recited the "Amitabha Sutra".

The sound of Amitabha Buddha, like flowing clouds and water, continues to resound, resounding through the void and shaking the earth.

Wuxu couldn't help it, walked to the threshold of the main hall, sat down, folded his hands, faced the mountain gate, looked into the distance, and chanted Amitabha Buddha more than once.

That's right

The white lotus gave up her body to make a sword, and the meditation room wept and burst into tears.

There is one less person in the sect ceremony, and Amitabha Buddha is destined to be fateful.