After several previous fierce battles, Wuxu obtained the Mandala Dharma Realm, Wu Tantric Method, and his cultivation skyrocketed to the late stage of the seventh layer of mortal dust, and finally he was trapped in the Lu Dongbin Cave Mansion, and he realized the true meaning of the hundred character inscription, and realized that the three sects were originally one family, and broke some demonic barriers, not only the realm was stabilized, but also the heart was improved a lot. Out of the clear and quiet peak, all the way south. Just like the little bird out of the cage, the body and mind are excited, sometimes walking in the mountains, sometimes flying in the clouds, so free and beautiful.

In the past, the Hualien Miaofa Sect, although it was also a place for Buddhism to practice, full of spiritual energy, and blessed the heavens and the earth, but at that time, the cultivation of enlightenment was still shallow, and it was difficult to let go of the reincarnation of the previous life, until it was drunk out of the mountain gate by the master Miaoyin, after a life and death, sacrificing and fighting, finally accepted the current situation, and seemed to have a new understanding of all things in this world, the cycle of good and evil, and the cultivation was greatly increased, so that I felt that the thousands of mountains and rivers, grass and trees under my feet were so real and lively, natural and kind.

By a small stream, Wuxu leaned down to see the small fish swimming at the bottom of the clear river; On a boulder, Wuxu sat upright, looking at the rising sun, quite insightful; In a dense forest, Wuxu recited Buddhist scriptures and subdued a white tiger cub; under a bright moon, Wuxu floated in the air, drew mountain springs in the palm of his hand, and made wine and chanted poems. Between heaven and earth is my home, and all things are animist. Wuxu just walked and stopped, walked and stopped, and chanted and sang.

A few days later, Wuxu was in the air, stepping on the sheepskin mandala, flying forward without hurrying or slow. Suddenly, he saw a small city in front of him, and the crowd was flowing in it, so he lowered his magic weapon and walked away.

When he arrived at the gate of the city, Wuxu looked up and saw that there were two big words "Yinghu" on the head of the city, and Wuxu didn't know where this was, so he didn't think about it, just went into the city to visit. At the gate of the city stood two rows of sergeants, wearing round helmets and carrying steel swords at their waists, interrogating the people who came in and out one by one. Seeing that Wuxu was wearing a red lama robe, but the robe was tattered and dirty, and he didn't even have a hat on his bare head, a sergeant couldn't bear it, so he stopped him and said, "Master, please stay." "Wuxu, at this moment, he has absorbed some of Barzan's memories, and on Morn's body, he raised his right hand, shook the Buddha beads on his wrist, and after a loud sound, he rolled his eyes and shouted in a rough voice, "What, wait for a man, you actually interrogated the Buddha and I came?!" An old fritter next to him stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the young man holding the steel knife at his waist, and put on a smiling face, "This master, I think it's from the Western Regions." I'm just a duty, so let's ask. The master has traveled thousands of miles, if there is an emergency, please enter the city. Wuxu wanted to pretend to be a master, play the world, punish evil and promote good, but unexpectedly he was slipped by this old ruffian who was getting older and less courageous, and he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed in his heart, but it was not good to entangle again, so he snorted and threw his sleeves away. The soldier guarding the city, seeing Wuxu's fierce face, swaggered into the city, and a few people couldn't help but say, "This dilapidated look, what kind of guru is pretending, I don't know where the pit and the kidnappers came from." The old man, who was smiling all over his face, waved his hand, "Brothers, more things are better than less, be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship." We are exposed to the sun and rain here, supporting our families, and we can't fight desperately with such people in the rivers and lakes. "At this moment, the number of great vitality has declined, and the people in the rivers and lakes, monks, Taoism, Confucianism, and nine streams have come out to make trouble. There are even those who are scheming and ruthless, who kill local officials, or die in the world, or go to the mountains to become bandits, and there are even those who rebel. When the sergeants thought about it, they also stopped the idea of entanglement, but they continued to curse and scold, staring at the passers-by, looking for the honest and deceitful person, and interrogating them.

When Wuxu entered the city, he saw that there were many pedestrians on the street, and the stalls were everywhere, and there was noise and selling everywhere, which was many times more lively than the mountain gate of Hualien Miaofa Sect. It's just that most of the people on the road are hungry, ragged, and weak, and sometimes there are uniforms and hateful officials and sergeants who are rampaging through the streets, shouting endlessly. Fortunately, Moen's body was tall and burly, and he was dressed in Lamaist robes, and no one came to deliberately look for trouble. Wu Xu's hand swept the blue sea pearl, quietly strolling in the first Yuan Dynasty city that he had come to since reincarnation, looking at all this in front of him, as if he and all this around him were in two worlds. I was very surprised and shocked by the living conditions of these ordinary people, but I didn't have any deep feelings for any specific person, but more of a macro sympathy for a person who had known history for a long time on the picture of the film. Even the first impression of those officers and soldiers who show off their might, fight with people, and have the eyes of thieves and rats, is not that they hate them and want to kill them quickly, but that some people are so barbaric and ignorant and evil-doers at this stage of history. This is the last years of the Yuan Dynasty?

Wuxu's steps were heavy, and his mood was depressed. Suddenly, I saw a lively small building, and a piece of silk cloth was hung obliquely on the second floor, with a big word "wine" on it. Wuxu asked the shopkeeper to lead him to the second floor, found a position on the side, and asked for a plate of melons and fruits, a plate of cooked beef, and a pot of good wine. Sitting by the window, listening to the buzzing of the ancient language in the building, I saw the black and oppressive Yuan Dynasty-style houses outside, while pouring myself a drink.

Suddenly, two men in green robes and long swords walked up slowly from the first floor. On the left, a white-faced man with a long beard and dignified facial features stood there with the power of not being angry, and on the right was a strong man of about twenty, wearing a pair of fine iron bracers on both hands, and the sound of a tiger and wolf faintly came from his gestures. As soon as the two of them came up, the second floor became quiet, and then except for Wuxu, the rest of the people got up one after another and greeted the middle-aged man with a white face and long beard. Immediately after a burst of aroma wafted in, I saw a girl in a red and green silk shirt, green silk like a cloud, flying from downstairs to the owner named Liu Zhuang, and let out a silver bell-like laugh, "Daddy walked so fast, and he didn't help his daughter beat away those stinky Taoist priests." As soon as the woman's voice fell, the whole building sounded the greeting of "Miss".

The girl who was called Miss Liu by everyone was obviously familiar with such a scene, and quickly bowed slightly, and then raised her head, her eyes were like stars and moons, and she smiled around, and returned the salute. Wuxu was by the window, holding a wine glass, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a scene. Classical beauty, mortal dust three-layer cultivation, looking forward to the eyebrows and eyes, one hand and one momentum, not a piece of dust, aura flowing, where to find it in the 21st century?

Wuxu is trying to substitute himself into the artistic conception of the flower appreciation. Liu Zhuang Zhuang frowned, and when he went upstairs, he saw this lama and monk, and he didn't want to be bold, staring at his daughter non-stop, if it wasn't for the city, this lama was a mortal seven-layer cultivator, and he would have cleaned it up a long time ago. That Miss Liu seemed to feel something, turned around slightly, and saw Wuxu staring at herself, and immediately said angrily, "The stinky Taoist priest has gone, there is a lustful lama, there are so many Yuan dogs!" Everyone in the building, hearing what Miss Liu said, looked at Wuxu one after another. Those who are bold have already scolded, "Where did the wild lama come from, he actually dared to be rude to Miss Liu, I am really weak and bullying Han people!" Suddenly, the shouting and scolding continued.

Wu was speechless, and he was also a little bitter, so he had to turn his head out the window. I don't want the young man who followed Liu Zhuang upstairs with heavy steps, stepping on the floor step by step, like a vicious tiger to Wuxu, clenched his fists, and said loudly, "You lamas teach, you say that I am a Buddha and compassionate, but you drink wine and eat meat all day long, arrogant and extravagant*." I often meet spring, I want to come and see what you are capable of as a wine and meat monk!"

At this moment, he is only a mid-fifth-layer cultivator of mortal dust, but he dares to come to fight with me, a monk in the late seventh layer of mortal dust, and I think it is because of the master Liu Zhuang who cultivates at the eighth or ninth layer of mortal dust. Wu Xuan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, although he was not afraid, but after all, it was his own fault from the perspective of following the local customs, how could he make a move? Not to mention that you often meet spring? In the future, you will be a member of the Rujing junior brother.

Wuxu had no choice but to make a bitter face, stood up, looked at Chang Yuchun, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide shoulders and round arms, and said, "Amitabha, good, good." Meeting is fate, even if the little monk is confused first, why should the regular donor be so aggressive?" Before he finished speaking, a fist the size of a dervishe, like a fierce tiger, roared and rushed straight to the door in front of him.

Sneak attack! Wuxu shouted, "What a hero!"

That's right

The romantic mountains and forests are childlike, and the Yinghu City Gate is a ruffian.

How do you know that even if you look at the beauty, Brother Chun and the tiger attack each other.