After Wuxu slashed out the beasts that were peeking at him outside the stone cave, he immediately withdrew the white bone sword, and looked at the white human bone sword with an expressionless face, his heart was like water, and there was no wave.

He was ruthless in refining his bones, and took the initiative to kill with his bone sword, but it seemed that he had faintly broken the love of life and death. As for the many changes in the Dharma Realm, the Buddha Hall made Wu Xuan faintly feel that he could cut off the connection between the Buddha statue in the Buddha Hall and the Dharma Realm and even his own body with the light of silence, and then look at his own body again, so that the Dharma Realm will not disperse. I was quite moved. Then he slowly closed his eyes, cutting off all the external conditions, contemplating his own body, and rebuilding the Dharma realm.

I saw that in the Dharma Realm Buddha Hall, the Buddha statue directly above the Buddha shrine gradually faded, and then silently turned into a red relic, and the murals on the walls on both sides of the Buddha Hall gradually disappeared, even the Buddha Hall itself seems to have gone through many catastrophes of earth, water, wind and fire, and became broken walls, prayer flags, Buddha shrines, mandala sheepskins, etc., all disappeared. Outside the Buddha hall, it was gray.

The life-saving lotus imprint that Ba Sipa had previously entered into his own Dharma Realm had also turned into nothingness, not to mention the white lotus that Dorjee had given to him in Hancang Mountain to possess the Dharma Realm Fusion Method.

Let's put it this way, at this moment, in the Dharma Realm, almost all the things that were originally in the Dharma Realm, including the objects that Wuxu transferred from the Sumeru Precept to the Dharma Realm in the Thousand Buddha Cliff, have dissipated in the process of Wuxu contemplating his own body.

For example, the communication talisman with Zhao Tong, and the communication jade talisman with Xuan Jizi, Liu Bowen, Lan Yu, etc......

In the process of contemplating one's own body in the Dharma Realm, it is not unseemly; when contemplating one's own body, although the whole mind is focused on the body of one's own divine consciousness, and the Dharma Realm and so on seem to cease to exist, any changes in the Dharma Realm in the underworld, Wuxu seems to see it clearly, but these are all fleeting and do not leave dust.

How to say, in order to let readers know. For example, one morning, you are in a sweet dream, not only because the dream is beautiful, but also because you want to sleep a little longer, and the alarm goes off, and you get up and reach out to turn it off, and then fall asleep again. At this time, you are most likely to feel a lot of movement in the outside world, and sometimes it is even very clear, like a movie fast-forward or a montage clip, you don't want to wake up, but you just feel something, but you go with the feeling, you don't really gather your mind to focus and observe, just thinking that I want to sleep for a while.

Wuxu looked at the communication jade talisman and the relics in the bottle, and dissipated away, although he occasionally moved a thought, and the communication jade talisman of so-and-so dissolved, and he could not communicate in the future, but Wuxu, who was bent on cutting off the outer edge and looking at his own body with the intention of extinction, was secretly flashed a thought, dissipating and dissipating, which was to cut off these vulgar fates.

In this way, in the end, in the realm of enlightenment and void law, there is almost nothing but the four pillars of the Buddha hall. The only thing left was the Nebula Bamboo, as well as the cyan air flow that had originally lingered on the Dharma Realm Buddha statue, and a relic that the Dharma Realm Buddha statue had turned into.

This Nebula Bamboo is really worthy of being a different species of Upper Realm Immortal Bamboo, Wuxu looked at it for a while, and saw that those Nebula Bamboo were still the same as before, and after a little sense, it seemed that they still couldn't be refined, and he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. Perhaps, this Nebula Bamboo requires a special and advanced refining method to refine and refine it.

Thinking in his heart, Wuxu focused his attention on the cyan air flow again. This cyan airflow is the power of thought that Wuxu was driven out of Lushan at the beginning of the mountain, in Jiangjia Village, at the foot of the mountain, and the elite of the Mongolian guards. This mental power, when Wu Xu's life and death were at stake, helped Wu Xuan destroy Mo En's divine consciousness, seize its mandala, and cultivate the true Dharma realm, and under cause and effect, it became a special existence in the Dharma realm. Under the silent induction of Wuxu, this cyan air flow seems to be of other wonderful use, and if it is to be extinguished, it seems that it is necessary to cut off this cause and effect.

All laws are empty, cause and effect are not empty, you have to kill the three princes Bal Tsoda, who has not been masked for a long time, and destroy the Lamaist Qiangba Mule lineage, and realize all the enlightenment in the heart.

And the red relic that the Buddha statue in the original Buddha realm transformed, Wuxu understands. Originally, after Moen entered Lamaism, the Buddha-figure he visualized was a living Buddha in Lamaism who cultivated the Dharma of the Great Rinyorai. Now, cutting off the outer edge and contemplating it in silence, this Buddha statue was supposed to become the Buddha-figure of the Dharma Realm, but it was reborn and transformed into a relic by himself. From a certain point of view, it is overtaken by enlightenment.

Wuxu put this red relic into his hand, and said silently in his heart: It's okay to use the method of Guanyin Bodhisattva to recreate the Dharma realm, so that the Dharma realm respects himself, and now the Dharma realm is in a period of transition between the old and the new, and the power of the magic is difficult to show. And this relic, different from the relics left by the body of the senior monks of Xiangguo Temple who has long dissipated before, this relic is the refining of the Buddha statue in the Dharma realm, and Wuxu named it the Dharma realm relic.

At some point, a middle-aged man stood dozens of miles away, looking far away towards the stone cave where Wuxu was, with a gloomy face. This person, with long hair and a shawl, a slender figure, is dressed in colorful satin, but his feet* and thin eyebrows are two dagger-like eyes, and between the slight opening and closing, there are thunder and lightning surges.

This man, standing there, has been three days and three nights. Since Wuxu sacrificed the white bone sword and cut all the man-eating beasts outside the cave into white bone fragments, it didn't take long for this person to fly over silently, and he didn't know where he came from. The only thing that is certain is that, judging by his expression, it seems that the beasts killed by Wuxu belong to this person's subordinates.

This man is very cautious and very calm. After flying to this mountain range, he stopped far away and kept secretly observing.

Seeing Wuxu sitting in the cave, cross-legged and settled, a white bone sword hanging from his head, hanging down thousands of miserable white dead qi, enveloping Wuxu inside, if the breath is absent, it seems to be cultivating an amazing magic skill. On the second day, a faint green light flashed on Wuxu's body, and then countless red lights were born from the void and fell down, but they were blocked by the white bone sword. On the third day, the countless red light, seeing that there was no way to realize the void, gradually disappeared, and then there was a green light and shadow, which seemed to fall from nine heavens, flew close to the enlightenment, and disappeared in a flash; finally, I saw that the cave was submerged by the green light, blue light, and red light that appeared one after another, and faintly, there was a faint Sanskrit chant and a strange fragrance coming.

This person's face was solemn and uncertain, as if he was struggling to make a choice in his heart. Recently, he had been in retreat and cultivating, but he suddenly sensed that the more than ten subordinates who remained here were killed by the enemy one by one almost instantly. These more than ten subordinates are all enlightened, and although their cultivation is not high, they are more than capable of protecting themselves against the monks below the fifth level of the first and second mortal dusts, and even if they are themselves, it is difficult to kill them in such a short period of time without causing them to be summoned to death. Angry and frightened in his heart, he flew over, and when he saw the scene in the stone cave, he knew that there were monks who had settled down to cultivate.

You are cultivating in the cave, why did you kill all your subordinates outside? This person was extremely angry. Of course, if Wuxu was that kind of True Spirit Great Cultivator, this person would quickly flee as soon as he sensed it from a distance.

But at this moment, the enlightenment of the void is extinguished, and the breath overflowing from Shandong is not strong, and this person guesses whether the person in the cave himself is not highly cultivated, or has cultivated some special exercises, or is carrying a heavy treasure.

Of course, there is also a possibility here, that is, the enlightenment in this cave has been deceitful, or has used some forbidden technique that requires a very high price, so when his own cultivation is not high, he suddenly burst out, and put his subordinates who were caught off guard and paralyzed by one pot and stewed with a spoonful.

It is precisely because of this possibility, coupled with the fact that Wuxu is in the cave, and his breath is like nothing, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, that this person stayed and waited for the changes.

In this way, on the third day, this person finally smiled insidiously, because just now, the breath of the little monk in the cave almost appeared in the green, blue, and red light one after another, and the momentum of the little monk fell again and again, and in the end, he didn't even have the cultivation of the three layers of mortal dust. The brilliance is magnificent, but the breath is getting smaller and smaller, isn't this a sign of going mad?

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

This person knew this well, and finally couldn't help it, his figure flashed, and he flew silently towards the cave by the night. Whether it's the treasures on my body or the exercises, it's all mine!

In the Dharma Realm, the Enlightenment Void Divine Consciousness has been aware of it since it entered and exited, but it has not been cared about, and it has only carefully pondered the changes in the Dharma Realm and the remaining Xingyun Bamboo, Mental Power Qingqi, and Dharma Realm Relics. At this moment, sensing that the person in the distance, with a thick demonic aura, flew towards the cave where he was, he did not hurry, and raised the white bone sword hanging above his head, turned into a piece of white light, flew out of the cave, and greeted the man.

The man saw the white light coming, and a black arrow erupted from his mouth. This black arrow was the venom in the man's abdomen, cold and corrosive, and when this man saw the white light swung out by Wu Xu, under the black arrow he spewed, it quickly dimmed, and he knew that he had succeeded, and then turned into a whirlwind and rushed straight at Wu Xu, who was sitting upright in the cave.

Wu Xuan palmed with one hand and pushed forward, only to see a red bead in the palm of his hand, emitting a faint dark red light. There was a strange cry in the wind, "Relic!" and then the whirlwind flew upside down, as if extremely afraid of the red beads.

Wuxu seemed to have expected it, and his spiritual power secretly vomited, and the red bead flew out immediately.

I heard another scream outside the cave, and a foul smell of flesh and bones was sprinkled in the wind, but it was the white bone sword that stopped the man and cut off half of the person's body.

The man had thought that the White Bone Sword would quickly dim when it was sprayed with his own venom, so he hurriedly bypassed it and pounced directly at Wuxu. But I don't want to realize that there is a powerful relic in the cave, and the light of the Dao Dao, as long as it is contaminated, it will be like a maggot attached to the bone, making its spiritual power run poorly, and the heartbeat and blood qi will suddenly slow down. When he hurriedly retreated, the white bone sword suddenly burst out without any damage!

"Seniors, I have no intention of offending, and I hope that my seniors will raise their noble hands and let go of a small way to live. Standing on the ground, his hands covering his exposed entrails in the night, looking at the gloomy white bone sword on his head, and the red relics that were close at hand, he struggled and begged for mercy.

Wuxu sat down and asked slowly, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

The man seemed to be a spirit animal, and it didn't take long for half of his body to be cut off, but with the speed visible to the naked eye, he quickly stopped the bleeding. Hearing Wuxu's question, the man quickly replied while his body twisted rapidly, "Senior Qiqi, I am the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect Nagashima, Junichiro Akino. Some of my subordinates died suddenly, and I had to come and check them out. ”

This person who calls himself Junichiro Akino, who has cultivated no more than about five layers of mortal dust, has now been severely injured by himself, and after Wuxu secretly locked it, he was not afraid of his escape, so he quietly watched him use the secret method to slowly restore his body to wholeness.

That Junichiro Akino, with the secret technique of his own clan, consumed the essence and blood spiritual power, and after recovering his complete body, his breath withered, his face was pale, and after seeing his answer, Wuxu did not hear back in the cave for a long time. I was even more nervous in my heart, what happened in the past, as long as I reported the name of Penglai Immortal Sect, the other party would give more or less face, but tonight, after listening to it, this person did not have a trace of emotional fluctuations, obviously he didn't care at all.

Penglai Immortal Sect Wuxu is the first time I have heard of this sect. Of course Wuxu knows the legends and stories of Penglai Immortal Island overseas, but Wuxu has never heard anyone talk about Penglai Immortal Sect when he comes to this time and space. is like Zhao Tong, who lives on Dongji Island all the year round, and has not mentioned it in previous conversations. Could it be the monk sect of Fuso, Japan?

But Penglai Island, according to records, is obviously the area of Daishan and Qushan islands, and belongs to the sphere of influence of the East China Sea Demon Alliance. Why is the Japanese Fuso monk sect named after this?

Wu Xuan groaned for a moment, and then asked, "Penglai Immortal Sect, if you want to be immortal, answer my question honestly!" ......

More than an hour later, a scream sounded near the cave. Holding the white bone sword in his hand, Wuxu looked at the thick layer of white powder under his feet, and muttered to himself, "I didn't think that this was Nagasaki Island." ”

Fang Wuxu asked carefully, and from the mouth of Junichiro Akino, he learned that this was Nagasaki Island, and that Penglai Immortal Sect was the sect that appeared in the western part of Fuso in recent decades. That Junichiro Akino, originally a two-headed black Jiao in the sea, hid in a cave near Nagasaki Island and cultivated, but he didn't know how to be found by the people of Penglai Immortal Sect, and made a heavy promise, entered the sect, and secretly developed his power in Nagasaki and Kagoshima. As for Penglai Immortal Sect, this Junichiro Akino has very little to refer to. Wuxu killed it, and knew from his divine sense that there was a True Spirit Great Monk in this Penglai Immortal Sect, and it was the Great Protector of the Sect who gave orders, but it was the Divine Dragon Ambassador of the Great Protector of the Sect.

Wuxu couldn't help but be cautious, he couldn't stay in the cave for a long time, otherwise if he was found by the people of Penglai Immortal Sect, although he was not afraid, if he provoked a master, it would be very troublesome. Sacrifice the dark red Dharma Realm relics, and erase all the white bone fragments and even dust outside the stone cave. Then, fly up and head down the mountain.

Flying to a forest at the bottom of the mountain, Wuxu couldn't help but stop, looking at the faint light on the edge of the woods, "That old woman was carried home by her son again, I don't know what the situation is now?"

Perhaps because of frugality, there was only one of the four or five houses, and there was only one in the middle, which was lit with a dim oil lamp. Under the light, the old woman, the short man, and a woman, as well as two boys and girls about seven or eight years old, sat around and ate their meals in silence.

What kind of food?, the food of the poor people in ancient Japan was just some wild vegetables and coarse grains. What is the specific title, Wuxu sees it in his eyes, and he can't say it. It's not what readers have in their impression today, what sashimi, what sushi.

A poor family, life is hard, there is no smile when eating, only occasional swallowing with a little urgency, which is also the norm in the world. Is it still expected to eat, laugh and even sing and dance?

Wu Xuan was hidden in the air, and after watching for a while, he was filling his stomach and eating like a refugee fleeing from the Central Plains Continent in the rain, and when he saw that there was no abnormality, he wanted to retreat silently.

But suddenly I heard that the short man, who was also the head of the family, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and said to the black-faced girl below, "Miko, you are going to Cuixiangju tomorrow, how are you ready? ”

The girl, holding the wooden bowl in both hands, stuck out her tongue and licked it deftly at the bottom of the bowl, and said vaguely, "Father, Miko has long learned the dance that her mother taught. Tomorrow, I will stay in Cuixiangju and not disappoint my grandmother, father and mother. ”

"Oh, then, Mikoko, when you're full, while there's still a section of the wick, would you like to dance for us?" The man, smiling heartily, looked at his wife beside him, "How about your mother singing and accompaniment?"

"Yes, yes!" the little boy beside the little girl, clapping his hands, followed the example of an adult, and sat there, his waist straight, but he desperately wanted to see his sister dancing again.

The girl, at this moment, put down the wooden bowl in her hand with great satisfaction, smashed her tongue, got up and went to an open space in the room, first bowed to the crowd, and then, in the singing voice of her mother, raised her small hands, twisted her body, and danced.

Wuxu had also listened to Japanese songs in his previous life, and he was still addicted to it for a while, but at this moment, listening to the humming of the mother here, and watching the little girl's dance, it was a little disobedient. I can't say it, but I just feel like a family party, no matter how bad it is, the atmosphere is okay.

recalled in my heart that a few days ago, this family of five almost threw the old woman to fend for herself because of her son's cruelty. The situation in front of me is very warm.

A country home, what good songs and dances can be. However, learning the number of one chant and three sighs in the "Book of Songs", turning over and over, it is still those few tones, or those few actions. Although, under the applause and harmony of everyone, it can be repeated again and again, but in the end, it is exhausted, and the song and dance will soon be performed to the end.

While listening and watching, Goku couldn't help but think of those Japanese original MTV pictures that he loved in later generations. Then he shook his head slightly, got rid of this memory, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the mother's humming tone changed, and the girl who was singing and dancing slowly made a move that surprised Wuxu, who was about to fly away. I saw this girl, with her mother humming, her hands changed in front of her chest, and then, the arrow jumped up, swayed left and right, and actually slowly faded the outer clothes to the ground, white skin, with a number of *, suddenly looming under the small loose underwear.

The short, middle-aged man clapped his hands with obscene looks in his eyes, and the little boy who sat next to the little girl at the beginning, his hands pinched his legs, looked intently, unable to say anything. And the so-called mother, who was humming intently, like a witch, shaking her head and her eyes open and closed. Only the old woman, smiling and slowly nodding along with the song and dance, kept looking at the little girl with her eyes full of vicissitudes.

The general name of this green building, the family mentioned it several times, but Wu Xuan had some impressions, the Junichiro Akino who was killed before, the power he secretly controlled, there was a place called Cuixian Residence. Could it be that this little girl who is less than ten years old really goes to such a place?

Wu Xuan stopped his form, intending to take another look.

At the end of the song and dance, the little boy reluctantly got up and left under the urging of the three adults and the stern gaze of the short, middle-aged man. Then, the middle-aged man bowed to the old woman and vaguely said please. Then he and his wife packed up the dishes and chopsticks and left, leaving only the old woman and the little girl.

The old woman, who had danced a song and dance, and who was already kicking the little girl, took it in her arms and whispered a few words, and then she saw that the little girl's face was even more flushed, and her mouth made a slurred sound, but she didn't know what it meant.

At this moment, Wuxu released his divine sense and heard the old woman's words clearly: except for the words that this year's harvest was not good at the beginning, the next thing is to teach the little girl how to please the man.

When Wuxu heard the beginning, he cut off the sound waves, not wanting to hear this, just looking at the two of them.

The old woman, babbling and earnestly, taught the little girl all her experiences, and the little girl, after a little shyness, quieted down, and listened quietly to the old woman's words, as if she wanted to take every word of her every word to heart.

Wuxu saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and with the search for Junichiro Akino's divine sense, he flew towards Na Cuixiang-kun.

Cuixiangjun, Nagasaki Island, Han area, famous fireworks land.

Since the Sui and Tang dynasties, some wealthy families on the southeast coast began to send people to Fusang; in the Song Dynasty, the so-called bourgeois was in the embryonic state, and countless Han people who smuggled, fled for their lives, and avoided disasters came to the Nagasaki area, gathered together, and gradually formed a Han area similar to the Chinatown of later generations. In the Han area, the Han people were self-governing, and the Fuso daimyo and even the shogunate could not govern it. As a matter of fact, the so-called rule of the Han people is just a nice thing to say, and what kind of autonomy is there? It is just that whoever is the boss among the Han people can give orders. Even if you are coaxed to put on stage and I sing, outsiders will not have the final say, it will always reflect the unity of the Han people, and the Han people will always be the masters of the country.

In recent years, Cuixiangju, rising from many green buildings, is obviously supported by big forces. In the middle, because Cuixiangjun accepted a lot of local Kabuki from Fuso, he was taken advantage of by other forces in the Han area to lead people to the door several times, but they were all defeated. Gradually, this green fragrance residence has become the first place for Fuso Kabuki in the Han area.

Gradually, the reputation of Cuixiangju spread. Brothers, after holding the sea for half a year, when you arrive in Fusang and Nagasaki, if you want to relax, understand the customs of Fusang, find some local specialties, Cuixiangju, then you must go!

But isn't it, this night, outside the Cuixian Residence, which is about to hold a wedding ceremony, a little monk, standing there quietly, listening to the songs and laughter inside, looking at the lights inside, finally couldn't help the temptation of red dust, regardless of the rules and precepts mentioned by everyone next to him, he resolutely walked in.

As the so-called law realm has been extinguished, Penglai Immortal Sect Changlu Island.

And cut Junichiro Akino, and the newcomer outside the Cuixiang residence arrived.