The capital of Yuan, now the city of Beijing, is covered with black spots on the thick and strong city walls, which are the marks of the smoke of war.

Above the clouds, several figures lined up on both sides, facing each other. On one side, a man and a woman stood on the left and right of the "Yuan Emperor", and the woman in it, with long green hair behind her, flew in the air, like a poisonous snake with a tongue sticking out, she faced the opposite side and said coldly, "Zhao Tong, although you have been named a saint, it is limited to the Lushan Prison Demon Peak. If you really talk about seniority, he has been in the palace of great freedom outside the sky, you still have to call me a senior brother and sister!"

Zhao Tong, still with a yellow face and black veil, with a wild flower on his head, smiled faintly at the green-haired witch and replied, "Senior Sister Qiu, you have a lot of heart." I waited for this attack on the Yuan Capital, and I had no other intention, just to find out the reincarnation seal earlier. ”

The green-haired witch raised her eyebrows, "You decided that reincarnation was imprinted in the Yuan Capital?"

Zhao Tong smiled but said nothing. Wang Baobao next to him stood silently, the vajra in his hand flashing with a cold black light.

A middle-aged man with a majestic spirit and luxurious costumes, with his hands behind his back, looked at the north stupidly, and was silent for a long time. Hu Mei'er stepped forward, her arm wrapped around the man's arm like a rattan spreading in midsummer, and said softly, "Prince, don't worry, no matter how rampant the Demon Dao monks are, Master Duoji and they will definitely be able to keep the royal line." ”

Outside the capital city, Han Lin'er, with a withered body wearing a wide and graceful dragon robe, took Han Kuang's hand and slowly rose into the air from the wheel. Countless voices were shouting under their feet, "Escort!" Several figures immediately rose into the air and formed a circle, protecting Han Lin'er and Han Kuang in the center.

Higher up, the male and female demon monks standing beside the "Yuan Emperor", their divine consciousness swept down, glanced at each other, and then looked at the "Yuan Emperor" in the middle, in fact, the third prince of the Yuan Court, Bal Tsoda, said, "The general trend has gone, the three princes might as well wait with me to go to Lushan and think about it in the long run." After that, Fu glanced at Zhao Tong and the others again, grabbed Balzoda, and flew directly towards Lushan.

"You wait, on the top of Lushan, the widow is on a par with you!" Balzoda, half supported, half coerced, flew away from the Yuan Capital involuntarily, but his mouth was incomparably speaking.

There were countless figures in the Yuan Capital City, taking off into the air and flying with these three people.

Han Lin'er, her pale face, gushed out countless flushes, grabbed Han Kuang's hand with one hand, and swung it forward vigorously with the other, while shouting loudly, "The Thousand Autumn Achievements are in front of you, where are the disciples of this sect!?"

The sound of rushing and killing sounded in the sky. Countless soldiers, like a tide, spread towards the Yuandu.

After a while, the city was broken. In the shouts of killing, Yuan Du suddenly became a hell on earth.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, could not imagine that in less than a hundred years, the emperor's hegemony would pass away with the wind.

A team of chariots and horses, from the north gate, rushed out and went straight to the desert.

Zhao Tong, flying down, didn't look at Han Lin'er, pointed to the north, and said to Han Kuang, "That team of people must be the head of the Yuan Court and the remnants, you and lead the troops to follow me to intercept and kill." ”

After that, in the void, four magic flags appeared, surging in the wind and clouds, covering the sky and the sun. Han Kuang led a team of people behind him, and with the traction of the Void Demon Banner above his head, he flew in front of the convoy that was rushing north like a cloud.

The horses were neighing, the hooves were flying, and there was no shortage of warriors in this group of convoys, and they rushed out one by one, riding horses, holding swords and carrying sword bags.

Han Kuang, standing next to Zhao Tong, said loudly to these Mongolian warriors, "Mongolian cavalry, sweep the world." But you have been rampant, hurting the heavens and the peace, and your luck has declined, and you still want to die and struggle?" Before the words were finished, the soldiers behind him, like killing gods, had silently completed the outflanking.

Behind, Yuandu, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the wailing sounded all day long! Ahead, the demon army was heavy. In such a situation, even those few Mongolian warriors who were not afraid of death could not help but lose their sharpness, they did not wait for the generals to speak, although they formed a patchwork defensive formation one by one, but their faces were more tragic.

At this time, in the convoy, the pampered ladies and even children began to cry loudly.

Zhao Tong looked at all this, listening to the endless desperate cries in the gorgeous carriage in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, and vaguely, as if, he had returned to the days and scenes in Anfeng City that day. The scene of cannibalism, the wounded soldiers everywhere, Liu Futong's increasingly old, haggard, and increasingly violent and tyrannical face......

It's like stepping back in time. At the beginning, Yuandu, Shuyue Pavilion, he forced himself to laugh. Earlier, he twisted his waist and hips, shaking his arms and hands, pretending to be a heavenly witch under the seat of Paspa. and Mama Liu vomited blood and died in front of her.

Zhao Tong swelled up with happiness from the bottom of her heart! She almost looked up to the sky and smiled, her right hand was slowly raised, and her index finger pointed out straight, "Why do you need to say more, kill!" Behind her, four half-human magic flags as high as palace fans spread out in the wind, rolling up layers of black clouds. In the black clouds, black shadows flew out one after another, followed Zhao Tong's fingers, and rushed towards the sturdy Mongolian palace guards below. These black shadows, formless, writhing strangely, but they also cried, like a night cat in the valley in the middle of the night in spring, sharp and piercing, creepy.

Those Mongolian soldiers shouted loudly one after another, spewing out a mouthful of bright red essence blood into the air, and suddenly a layer of blood mist flew in the air. They immediately waved the swords in their hands neatly, and suddenly there was a loud golden sound, and countless cold lights shot out in the blood mist, as if bursting out with soul-seducting magic power, cutting off all the black shadows of the Dao that rushed to them. The demon shadow slashed, but then gathered together, forming a black cloud, pressing on the head.

Zhao Tong stood expressionlessly in the air, and he didn't see any movement, a magic flag rose behind him, and the flagpole was a little farther down, and a black light with the thickness of a wicker flew out and landed in the black cloud. The black cloud churned and changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a demon general about ten feet tall, with two hollow eye sockets on the skull, green light emitting, black helmet and black armor, carved with various secret patterns, looking like a substance, lifelike. This tall and mighty demon general, leaning back slightly, raised his halberd in both hands above his head, like an executioner, slashing down diagonally from the upper right side like a big knife.

For a while, the ghosts cried wolf howls in the air, and the black light that suddenly swelled out on the halberd passed through the blood mist that had not completely drifted away like lightning, and spread out in the night like a dark tide, drowning and swallowing that little bit of cold light in an instant.

At this time, a Buddhist mantra sounded, and there were many Buddha statues and Bodhisattva statues in the air, all of which emitted pure white light, dispelling the black lightning and black dark tide. A halo of light appeared on the periphery of the convoy, blocking the general's halberd out. After the night rebellion in the Yuan capital, the three princes confiscated and destroyed all Lamaist things in the name of Emperor Yuan, strictly ordered the ministers and princes, forbidden the army to guard, and not to privately hide and wear Lamaist Buddha statues and other ornaments. At this moment, these loyal elite guards of the Yuan Court, regardless of the ban, took out the Buddha statue and Buddha beads that they had secretly carried with them and had worn for many years, held them in their palms and chests, and even raised them to the top of their heads.

In the carriage, after a while, the sound of pious chanting sounded, which began to be a little flustered and hurried, and gradually became calm and calm in the back. Several Buddha statues, flying out of the carriage, fixed in mid-air, auspicious clouds salty, strange fragrance, Sanskrit singing in all directions.

I don't know when, that demon general, has disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Tong was high in the air, quietly looking down at everything below, and after a while, he smiled coldly and whispered to Han Kuang beside him. Then Han Kuang nodded excitedly and shouted loudly to the lower part behind him, "The White Lotus Army listens to the order!"

The team of sergeants embroidered with white lotus on their chests behind them had already been waiting for the battle, and when they heard Han Kuang's order, they all heard a loud military horn, and the sound shook in all directions, and a mighty Buddha breath rushed straight to the sky.

Dorjee, who was hidden in the shadows, sighed softly, and walked out of the Dharma Realm with a dozen lamas. He first stared at the Yuandu City, which was already full of smoke and killing and crying at this moment, and then looked at the familiar Buddha statues below, and finally looked at Zhao Tong opposite, and said, "Zhao Zhenren, when is the time for retribution?" These people below are usually dedicated to the Buddha, and all evil is not touched, why not sell a thin face to the little monk, and be forgiving and forgiving." ”

Guru Dorjee!

There was a cheer below. Many people wept with joy, and many people shouted the name of Dorjee, telling how they respected Lamaism in the past, how they bowed to Dorjee, and what they had done...... And some people knelt down to heaven and made a vow of devotion to heaven, what will happen after this day......

Dorjee turned a deaf ear and didn't say a word, just staring at Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong smiled faintly and pointed behind Han Kuang, "This is the surviving disciple of my White Lotus Sect." The hatred of the country and the family, thousands of heads, how can you offset and erase the few words of the master?"

Dorjee was silent.

Over there, Han Kuang waved his hand, and the disciples of the White Lotus Sect below him, chanting the Buddha's name, holding their blades, killed the convoy of Yuan Ting. These disciples of the White Lotus Sect are a strange soldier secretly trained by Zhao Tong and Han Kuang, and all of them have practiced the White Lotus Heart Method of the Lushan Lotus Peak Hualien Miaofa Sect, and they are not stained with a trace of demonic energy, but with a trace of Buddhism. The aura of Buddhism on the periphery of Yuanting's convoy could not hinder them in the slightest.

Although Dorjee had faintly expected it, when he saw this situation, he still looked bitter, and immediately ordered the dozen or so lamas who came with him to go down to help. himself, looking at Zhao Tong who was galloping on the opposite side, sealed his hands, recited mantras, and was covered in golden light, and greeted him.

At this moment, Zhao Tong's four magic flags were gone. She is alone, holding a sword like a jade bone and a black veil, like a man dancing on the clouds. The black yarn was rolling and flying, and the white sword flowers bloomed all the way from the sky. There is no bone-soaked floral fragrance, and there is no pretentiousness, some are bright black and white, and some are hidden life and death.

Dorjee's face was solemn, sitting on top of the colorful clouds, with a prayer wheel in his hand, but his figure was looming, obviously he had secretly sacrificed the mandala Dharma Realm. The body of divine consciousness is in the Dharma realm, and the prayer wheel that rotates rapidly in his hand appears from time to time, and in the sound of Sanskrit chanting, it emits a golden light, colliding with Zhao Tong's bone sword in the air, and each time it bursts out of bizarre colors, making the surrounding clouds look extremely charming.

Gradually, Dorjee sacrificed a tall three-headed and six-armed Manjushri Dharma in the Dharma Realm, holding a prayer wheel in one hand, and the other five people each made their own seals, and on the clouds outside the Dharma Realm, countless golden Buddha's Dharma Appearances, Bodhisattva Dharma Images, or Palms, or seals, or holding various Dharma weapons. And each Buddha Dharma, Bodhisattva Dharma, around, there are several Zhao Tong figures, flying rapidly, different expressions, the length of the bone sword in the hand is different, some are like a five-foot heavy front, like a hill, some are only than the embroidery needle, fluorescent flashing, some are like a horizontal flute and jade flute, making a wonderful sound, and some are like old trees and young flowers, constantly interpreting the green, red and withered.

This fight has already alarmed Wang Baobao in the Yuan Capital. He flew in and watched in silence.

When Japan teaches all the elders of the True Spirit Overhaul, join hands with the Buddhas to perform the Great **** of the Sea of Buddhas for you, and send you a great creation. Why did you actually enter the Demon Dao?" Suddenly, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the clouds looked sideways and asked Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao looked down at the dark vajra in his hand, sneered for a moment, and said, "The Buddha said that he would transform the world, and you said that you would send me a great creation. Why, but you gave me a magic weapon?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Although this Mahana bowl vajra is from the Heavenly Aurora Temple, it has been blessed by the master and others, how can it be a magic weapon?!" Dorjee's voice emanated from all directions from the tall three-headed and six-armed Manjushri Bodhisattva Dharma, accompanied by the diffuse golden brilliance, which was extremely solemn.

Wang Baobao smiled coldly again and said no more.

"General Wang, what are you waiting for? I already feel the breath of that Buddha relic!"

Two figures flew from the sky, like meteors, and instantly came to Wang Baobao, it was the two Demon Dao True Monks who had left with the Third Prince, Balzoda. The one who spoke up at this moment was the friar.

Wang Baobao frowned suddenly, and was about to speak. At this moment, on the cloud where the Dorjee Dharma Realm is located, Zhao Tong, who is incarnated into thousands of people, Xiao Xiao's bone sword wave, and the heavenly demon dance, suddenly spoke, "Everyone has their own ambitions, and there is no need to force them." Sang Quanfang, Cui Juan Yan, why don't you quickly enter the battle and help me?" Before the words fell, four magic flags, from the void and the clouds, flew out at great speed, growing in the wind, piercing the sky, exuding a monstrous demonic aura, and surrounding the colorful clouds where Dorjee was.

The two demon monks, a man and a woman, saw this scene, no longer paid attention to Wang Baobao and flew in.

Wang Baobao's face sank, but when he saw that the void where Fang Dorjee and Zhao Tong were fighting, Zhao Tong's four demon flags had been divided into four directions. A moment later, the four magic flags faded away with a loud roar. Inside, Dorjee recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra, one sentence after another, and countless golden lotuses flashed in the boundless darkness.

After a little hesitation, it was dark in front of him, and a huge black column seemed to rise in front of him, not high enough to reach the top, and Dorjee, Zhao Tong, and Sang Quanfang inside, Cui Juyan couldn't see or feel it. Wang Baobao's face was even more gloomy, he looked up at the black demon domain in front of him, and suddenly raised the dark vajra in his hand with all his might, and he didn't enter it, and it was dark in front of him, and a huge black cylinder seemed to rise in front of him, not high, and the Dorjee, Zhao Tong, and Sang Quanfang, Cui Juyan were all completely invisible, and they couldn't sense it, even their own vajra was only a divine sense that could roughly connect.

Wang Baobao stomped his feet, then turned around and flew away. In a moment, he landed in Taiyuan Mansion, in front of Prince Yuan.

Ying Tianfu, Wuxu was in the woods outside the Jiming Temple, half-kneeling, with his head bowed, quietly listening to the last words of a dying man.

This is a monk who has cultivated to no more than the fourth layer of mortal dust, and he is about fifty years old. To say that he is a monk of the fourth layer of mortal dust, that is in the past, at this moment, he is a bad old man with a dry lamp, unkempt hair, a shriveled body, and a skinny face, if it were not for the two eyeballs in the eye sockets, because of the return of light and the glow, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a skeleton.

At this moment, he shrunk in the lush green grass, looking at Wuxu, making a hoarse voice intermittently, and his cloudy eyes were a little bright and a little innocent.

"The younger generation joined the White Lotus Sect at the age of twelve, and spent more than 40 years in vain, but he still has no chance with my Buddha......"

Wuxu listened quietly. When Wuxu saw this person being thrown out outside the Jiming Temple just now, he was already dying, and Wuxu's spiritual power input probed, only to know that this person had reached the verge of going mad and dying, because of curiosity in his heart, he lost a lot of spiritual power, so he delayed it until now, so that he could speak.

The old man, who also seemed to know that his life was short, grabbed Wuxu's hand and began to say his last words. Like many dying people, this person first looked back on his life and talked about his regrets.

It turned out that this person joined the White Lotus Sect at the age of twelve, his master was like his father, he practiced martial arts, traveled south and north, and finally joined the army to revolt. Subsequently, he went to the soup and fire, was born and died, and finally became a deacon in the church. (The so-called deacon in the church, Wuxu doesn't understand it very well, because this is a position established when Shi Hai became the head of the sect and rectified the affairs of the church.) Wu Xuan is understood as a middle-level cadre. But I didn't think it didn't take long for the sect leader to order to teach the middle disciples to practice the White Lotus**, at first it was just talking, and then it became stricter and stricter. Those who are unable to practice will be relegated to the status of peripheral disciples, or even expelled from the teachings. The White Lotus Sect is complex, and the techniques it cultivates are also very mottled. This person, with limited qualifications, and because of the original exercises, he practiced the White Lotus several times, but he was unsuccessful, and in the end, that is, yesterday, he went mad because of this, scattered his skills, and became a waste. So, after being examined and surveyed by the elders of Jiming Temple, he stuffed two taels of silver and gave them out of the church. This person was not satisfied, or unwilling, wandered around the temple gate several times, and was finally taken down, sent to the temple, and after some punishment, thrown out.

Wuxu, after listening, was silent for a moment, and asked, "What other wishes do you have to fulfill?"

The old man, looking at the roof with his eyes, several rays of sunlight through the gap in the thatch, hit his skeletal face, was silent for a moment, one hand suddenly grabbed Wuxu's hand tightly, and there was a hint of begging in his eyes, "The younger generation knows that the predecessor is a Buddhist monk. The junior wants to ask, after the junior dies, can he enter the Western Pure Land Elysium?"

Wuxu was silent.

Seeing this, the old man showed a wry smile, "The younger generation has reckless qualifications, and in his early years, he mispracticed the outer Dao exercises, and his karma is too heavy, and he has long lost his relationship with my Buddha." ”

When Wuxu heard this, he had no choice but to say, "One sentence of Amitabha Buddha can lead to bliss." Be relieved. ”

The old man, with a leaky sound between his teeth, said, "The seniors don't need to comfort the younger ones who are about to die. After a pause, he suddenly said sharply, "Lao Tzu is not rare!"

Wuxu was startled, but suddenly heard the old man crying and saying, "The predecessor is a Buddhist monk, can you show compassion?"

Wu Xuan sighed in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "What is the old man's wish?"

But I saw that the old man stretched out his other hand and pointed to a small monkey not far away not far from him, "The younger generation is practicing the method of controlling beasts, and he has been alone for a lifetime, and this little monkey has been with him for many years." ”

Wuxu looked sideways, and the monkey next to him cowered and hid behind a tree.

"Xiaohou, don't be afraid, come here. The old man called lovingly. The little monkey finally came up to him, grabbed the old man's arm, and whined, as if he knew that his life was short.

The old man, holding the hand of the monkey in one hand and holding the hand of Wuxu in the other, showed a hint of begging in his eyes, "Senior, Buddhism has clouds, all beings are equal, and all beings are purified." The younger generation is not long dying, but this monkey has already opened his mind. I don't know if the seniors can be merciful and igniting one or two, or send them to the boundary of Hangzhou Prefecture?"

Hangzhou Mansion, all places, under the control of the East China Sea Demon Cultivation, this old man, the last sentence is the point, I want to enlighten the void to send this enlightened monkey to the land of demon cultivation.

It's also an option. Wuxu pondered for a moment and said, "The Buddha Gate can also take it in and protect the Dharma for the Mountain Gate?"

The old man, crying and laughing, grabbed Wuxu's hand, "The Dharma is profound, and the younger generation can't practice it, so how can the little monkey be able to attain enlightenment." "The grief and indignation are beyond words.

His hands, gripping tighter and tighter, his eyes getting brighter and brighter. Wuxu knew that he was about to die, and he couldn't help but feel endless grief in his heart, and nodded silently at him.

The old man, seeing Wuxu solemnly nodded, then let go and died.

Wuxu, still half-kneeling, hearing the Dharma with the sound of the Buddha, and listening to the Tantric Dharma in the middle of the line.

"There is Elysium in the West, and there is a Buddha named Amitabha, Amitayus, Amitayus, Glass Treasure Tree, Golden Sands and White Lotus...... If you can think purely, you can ...... a Buddha name."

But I saw this old man, the body of divine consciousness, floating in the sky and clouds, indifferent. I couldn't help but feel grief in my heart, I couldn't imagine that he was resentful because of all the experiences in this life, and he no longer believed in Amitabha Buddha and the White Lotus Sect.

Wuxu pondered for a moment and then said, "In the past and present lives, all kinds of encounters have become clouds of the past. Let go of attachment and see the Buddhas. He recited the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra" again.

The body of the old man's divine consciousness was still floating in the clouds, unchanged at all.

Wuxu can't, he doesn't want his soul to dissipate, he doesn't want his soul to fall into an unknowable reincarnation (because Wuxu doesn't know what sins he has in his previous life), and he doesn't want his soul to turn into a powerful ghost and enter the demonic path. Thinking about it, Wuxu had no choice but to sacrifice the Haiyin Conch passed on to him by Guanyin Bodhisattva from the Dharma Realm, and recited the name of "Nan Wu Great Compassion Relief Suffering and Great Inspiration Guanyin Bodhisattva", and included his divine soul in it.

After doing this, Wuxu looked at the old man's shriveled and shrunken body, silent, and had a lot of thoughts.

"Your Excellency, where is sacred? How dare you snatch the souls of the disciples of this sect outside the Jiming Temple?!" A voice was like a thunderbolt, and a figure floated up from the Jiming Temple, standing high in the sky.

That's right

The bone sword and black veil clouds are flying, and the towering Yuan is broken by the city wall.

Some people are crushing to death, and some people are cold-hearted.