Wuxu and Zhu Chongba didn't expect that they and the Mongolian cavalry would show their magical powers, fight for life and death, and in the end, it was these villagers who recited the Heart Sutra to turn things around. Standing there for a while, looking at these villagers, silent.

An old man stepped forward slightly and saluted solemnly, "All the villagers of Xiaojiang Village thank the immortal master for saving his life. ”

The villagers who were nervous and nervous in the back immediately saluted and thanked each other.

This thanks, Wuxu and Zhu Chongba immediately reacted. Wu Xuan looked closely, and among the old man and the other villagers, there were no cultivators, and they were indeed ordinary people. All cultivators, whether they are cultivating Buddha, cultivating the Tao, or other side ways, have an aura that mortals do not have, which is the characteristic of beginning to communicate with all things in heaven and earth and their respective beliefs in the true God. A group of mortals, reciting the Heart Sutra of Buddhism, can also affect the monks' fighting? Wuxu didn't speak, just looked at the string of warm blue sea beads in his hand, and a purple Buddha bead was dyed with an imperceptible cyan color at some point, and his heart was secretly strange.

Zhu Chongba shouted, stood up, and walked to the villagers, "Who shouted just now that the warriors are mighty, Dayuan is mighty?" The villagers looked at each other. But I saw that it was the old man who led the way and replied respectfully, "The immortal master is angry, it was the old man who asked them to shout like this just now." The Mongolian soldiers were like wolves and tigers, fierce and abnormal, and they came here to drive us to repair the Yellow River, which coincided with the great mercy of the two immortal masters and saved us. It's all to blame for the old decay and ignorance, seeing that these Mongolian Tartars can actually do something with the immortal master, and they also use spells to cover us, so that these women and children can't get angry, and the old man is afraid that they will be angry and angry, so he has to call them to shout twice. I also hope that the immortal master has a lot, and forgive one. ”

"Hmph!" Zhu Chongba, glaring, dragging a horse face, was about to speak again.

"Senior brother, don't care, a monk should have no generosity, and he should not be resentful. Wuxu flicked the blue sea pearl in his hand, pressed the red sandalwood bead with his thumb, and said softly. Zhu Chongba snorted lightly again, clasped his hands together, and sang "Ah Mi Buddha".

Wuxu smiled slightly, and was about to tidy up his clothes, and stepped forward to talk to the old man.

Suddenly, there was another heavy snort in the distance. It was like thunder around Wuxu. Wuxu only felt that his head seemed to be hammered hard by a sledgehammer, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were full of stars. Finally steadied his heels, Wuxu looked up and saw a lama in a red monk's robe, blonde hair and blue eyes, with a hideous expression, two slender soles exposed, stepping on a cloud. That's right, Wuxu can see clearly, this is not a magic weapon, but a person who has cultivated to the realm of real people, casting the cloud trick, communicating the aura of heaven and earth, and condensing the meaning of **. At this moment, the blue sea bead in Wuxu's wrist had already been automatically opened, transforming into a wave the size of a wellhead, holding Wuxu up faintly. It's a pity that the power of the people who came was too great, and Bi Haizhu couldn't even show Sanskrit Yin and White Lotus.

Oops! A master of Lamaism in the real realm came! Wuxu and Zhu Chongba couldn't help but look at each other at this moment. Zhu Chongba was okay, he stood very close to the villagers, and he couldn't use his body, so he was treated as an ordinary person and sat on the ground like the villagers, unable to move. Wuxu is on the blue sea pearl, but he bears the main anger and suppression, as if he is in the deep sea under 10,000 meters, and he is pressed so that his flesh and bones will be separated at any time, and his soul will be scattered.

"Dare to be a hindrance, dare to kill the forbidden army of the imperial court! Give the Buddha his life!" This lama, seeing the blue sea pearl in Wuxu's hand turned into a blue sea, his eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately shouted. Immediately, his right hand stretched out, his five fingers became claws, and he grabbed Wuxu from afar. Wuxu listened to the bang, and the air under his feet was empty, and the blue sea pearl turned back into a circle, dripping and flying in front of him, and then he couldn't help himself, and flew into the air with the blue sea pearl.

After the blonde lama took Wuxu and Bihaizhu, he glanced at the crowd on the ground who had fainted, snorted again, and then flew west like a meteor.

That lama, whose name is Mo En, was originally a wandering luster in the Western Regions, and by coincidence, he robbed and killed a seriously injured old man, and got a copy of "Shen Nian Shen Shen Summoning Technique" from him, and practiced day and night in Loulan Country in the Western Regions, pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, and gradually became a climate. Due to fate, he met the great Tibetan lama Ba Si Pa at the invitation of Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty, and went out of the mountain to recruit and accompany him. Mo En's original cultivation of the Divine Mind and Soul Summoning Technique was just a spell of the Western Great Sect, and when it reached the high depths, it was just * controlling the mortal mind, summoning evil ghosts, and inviting the gods to come up, and there was almost no possibility of achieving the Great Dao. After following the Paspa, he changed the tantric method, and relied on the power of the Yuan Court, ****, and obtained a lot of resources, so that he was able to promote from the mortal realm to the real realm. Therefore, when Pa Si Pa resigned from the national teacher, did not ask about the world, and retreated into retreat, Mo En chose to stay in the Yuan Court to serve the royal family, and the later national teacher and his lamas, although they did not like his status as a man of color and his struggle for power and profit, but Mo En relied on the disciple status of a generation of national teacher Pa Si Pa and the cultivation of the real human realm, but he was not very afraid.

This time, the three princes took measures to achieve the emperor's order, and assisted the prime minister to get rid of the implementation of the policy of governing the river. Mo En knew that his root was very poor, and he had to rely on many external objects to do it, so he asked for orders to serve the three princes, and picked up the three princes all the way south, intending to search for treasures and methods.

Thirty miles away from Xiaojiang Village, there is a valley, called Butterfly Valley, where the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and the birds and beasts enjoy themselves. More than 100 Mongolian tents are arranged along the stream, surrounded by a 3-meter-high fence, inside and outside a pair of Mongolian sergeants, standing with guns, and from time to time heavy cavalry can be seen patrolling around.

After Mo En captured Wu Xu, he flew into the valley in the blink of an eye, slowly fell down in a tall tent with a diameter of 100 meters, lifted the curtain, and the aroma of wine came to his nose, only to hear a loud laugh from the innermost part, "Master Mo En is really profound in Buddhism, and he will come back with a glass of wine." Mo En swallowed the saliva in his throat, threw the unconscious Wuxu under his armpit into the tent, laughed, walked to the young man in the middle, bowed slightly, and returned to his seat. There was already a flower palace maid next to her, who stepped forward, holding the bronze wine jug, and slowly filled the wine glass on the seat.

After three rounds of drinking, the three princes frowned, looked at Wuxu who was bleeding from the seven orifices, and said hatefully, "This king has been ordered to assist in the management of the Yellow River, which should be a great achievement. Who is this, who dares to kill the warriors sent out by this king to collect people's husbands, come on, drag them out and chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

As the saying goes: Mo Dao is not strong-minded, and monks also look at each other.

The Buddha suddenly encountered a real demon, and he was also afraid of death outside the steel knife tent.