Come on!!

There was the whistling sound of Hua Yunzi and Hug Yunzi outside, and the cyan sword qi of Daomen Xuangong rushed towards the lotus pond as if they didn't want money.

In normal times, Wuxu naturally didn't need to pay attention to it, but at this moment, Wuxu was not lightly injured, and the ethereal Dharma Realm Dojo was like a thatched house leaking wind and rain everywhere, blowing and hurting his heart. Wuxu had no choice but to escape into the sea conch, completely cut off from the outside world.

Fang Cai Wuxu and Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi fought for life and death, and the surging aura had turned the Tianyuan Courtyard into a broken wall, and the lotus flowers in the pond were completely annihilated with the clear water. Hua Yunzi and Bao Yunzi then slashed and stabbed indiscriminately, only causing the mud at the bottom of the pool to fly. But they didn't stop, they controlled the strength and angle, flying swords like plowshares, criss-crossing, and on the other hand, they high-fived again and again, pressing down the force of the mud that had just been flying, as if Wuxu was a speck of dust, digging three feet into the ground, crushing to crush.

The stone pavilion is no longer a stone pavilion, and the roof, pillars, and stone tables and stone benches have all turned into rubble and scattered on the ground. Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi didn't meditate in the void, they just stood in the middle of the pavilion with a pale face, their hands and feet still trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because of anger or jealousy. The wound caused by the Xingyun Bamboo had completely healed, and there was not a trace to be seen, but the torn Dao robe could not be repaired, and under the agitation of the aura, several hollows and cracks fluttered in the air with the beard, which was particularly dazzling.

By the stone pavilion, the real people of Mingjing and Xuanyi stood there silently, looking at all this with cold eyes, with a solemn face.

When the day dawned, there was no smell of the flowers of the previous night, and the usual wet mist of the early morning disappeared without a trace, except for the rising sun, shrouded in clouds, emitting a faint white light on the dry bottom of the pool. The dark gray silt became extremely stiff, like a stone, and the transparent fragments of the shrimp and insects, half of the crooked roots, and some other strange small fragments were magically embedded in it under the palm of Hua Yunzi and Bao Yunzi. From a distance, it looks like a bowl of frozen laba porridge.

Suddenly, the cloudy clouds in the sky became thicker and began to fall slowly, while the red sun rose little by little, releasing a warm and dazzling light as it rose.

Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi stood up straight and walked out of the stone pavilion. The two real people, Spiegel and Xuanyi, looked at the red sun thoughtfully. Hua Yunzi and Hug Yunzi also stopped. They put away the swords in their hands, walked behind Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi, and raised their heads to the sky, with a happy face.

The clouds fell and turned into a downpour. Very anxious, all poured into the lotus pond. The rain, green and with a hint of woody fragrance, melts the silt and moistens everything. The bottom of the pond began to become slippery and greasy again, soft, like a green tuan, those transparent horns, broken roots, broken petals, and some hard particles, including sea snails, floated and swam in the turquoise water, as if they had a new life.

Seeing that the pool was about to be full, the clouds did not decrease, but became denser, and the color began to change from gray to green. There seemed to be something more in the rain. The clouds come from the sky, fall into the pool, immerse yourself in the green water for a while, and then change dramatically. With roots, deeply rooted in the fertile soil at the bottom of the pool, with branches, sticking out of the water, slim, with leaves, one by one, swaying with the waves, with flowers, blooming in the sun and rain.

The green clouds in the sky suddenly turned into three paths, and after flying over the Tianyuan Courtyard for a moment in an incomparably mysterious trajectory, they all fell into the lotus pond that was already intact. The aura is like morning mist, and among the red lotus and blue leaves, Xuanmingzi slowly floats in front of everyone. He first glanced at Mingjing and Xuanyi, and said, "There are two Taoist friends." ”

At the same time, Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi moved and flew directly towards the lotus pond. Hua Yunzi and Hug Yunzi were taken aback, but they immediately flew away involuntarily, like a delicate pink flower in the pool.

"Today's feelings, the true religion will be rewarded one day. Xuan Mingzi still saluted and said solemnly.

Spiegel and Xuanyi immediately returned the salute and retired.

Not long after, in the depths of the lotus, Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi let out a long howl at the same time. But seeing that the dark green aura that filled the pool surface, it gathered together, turned into a green cloud, flew high into the sky, and then dissipated.

It didn't take long for Mingjing and Xuanyi to fly back again, and the two stood by the lotus pond, silently sensing, and then looked at each other. "It seems that the Great Cultivator of the True Spirit of the Quanzhen Sect has come down. Spiegel Zhenren, looking at Xuanyi Zhenren, who was a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, said meaningfully. Xuanyi Zhenren thought about it and said, "You and I should go to Lushan quickly." ”

The True Spirit Grand Cultivator is by far the top existence, and his every move is information worthy of attention. According to the reconciliation and agreement of the three religions of Confucianism and Taoism after the opening of the six peaks of Lushan, whether it was the previous fight or assassination in the Yangzhou capital, they were all at the real level, and they were all still controllable. But now, it is obvious that there is a great monk of the True Spirit Sect who quietly followed Xuan Mingzi down to Lushan and came to the world, and the situation is a little out of control.

True monks, in the world, cannot send messages to Lushan. Xuanyi Zhenren, after saying that, got up and flew towards Lushan. After a while, Xuanyi Zhenren stopped and looked back at Mingjing Zhenren, "Won't Daoist friends go up to Lushan Mountain with me and report this matter to the sect?" Right now, Li Dudu is dead, and King Wu has not replied, if you and I are gone, what will happen to this Yangzhou Mansion? What's more, maybe the predecessors of the Quanzhen Sect have already taken Xuan Qingzi and the others back to Lushan. “

Xuanyi Zhenren lowered his head and thought about it carefully, then flew back and said, "Mingjing Daoist has a point. Yangzhou Mansion is an extraordinary place, but you and I are gone. Anyway, I sent a message to my colleagues in Ying Tianfu and asked them to go back to Lushan to find out the truth here. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled again, and then flew away.

After the two flew away, Wuxu walked out of the lotus room. He was bareheaded, barefoot, dressed in white monk's robes, holding a rosary of annihilation, restored to his original appearance, and full of spirit. The reason why he recovered so quickly can be regarded as rubbing off the magic power of "spring rain moisturizes things and nourishes all things" displayed by the great monk of the True Spirit of the Quanzhen Sect. Normally, the Haiyin Conch isolates the Divine Consciousness and the Aura, but this time, I don't know which Quanzhen Sect True Spirit Great Cultivator has exerted any great magical powers, which can be transmitted into the Haiyin Conch. Wu Xuan is hesitating whether to use the appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, absorb the power of faith and wish of the dojo of Haiyin Conch to heal the wounds, feel the majestic vitality of the outside world, and can't help but be overjoyed, so he pinched the orchid finger in his hand, sat in the void, did not recite the Buddha, did not chant the scriptures, did not hold the seal, only cultivated the qi and forgot to keep the words, and lowered the heart for nothing. Then, just as the green leaves of the lotus pond were covered with the surface of the pond again, and the flower bones were ready to bud, it was restored to its original state.

Of course, it wasn't until the majestic vitality of the outside world disappeared for a long time that Wuxu Fang cautiously came out of the sea conch. At this time, Mo said that the Quanzhen Sect and the others flew away without a trace, even Mingjing and Xuanyi had also flown away.

Wu Xu, standing on the surface of the water, looking at the red lotus and green leaves in the pool, silently recalled the life and death battle with Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Lingzi here last night, the night rain and cold wind, a piece of star cloud bamboo, a string of silence beads, rushed out of the void of the law realm. Further back, he attacked and assassinated two mortal monks of the Quanzhen Sect, and he couldn't get used to Li Wenzhong's angry soldiers' behavior of currying favor with the Quanzhen Sect, so he beheaded him。。。。。。 All this is vivid, but it seems to be out of reach and illusory.

Wuxu couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Amitabha, when will this killing come and go, when will the wrongs be avenged? As soon as you enter the red dust and enter the world, you will be like last night, as if you were enchanted, and you can't help yourself, fighting for some earthly fate, intriguing, even taking advantage of others, and even killing innocents indiscriminately? It does not mean that you should be cold-blooded and ruthless, it does not mean that you should be selfish, it does not mean that you want to be bullied by others, but you ask whether you can be born to avoid the dust, whether you can be too forgetful, whether you can be alone, quietly, and freely?

Wuxu suddenly thought of Zhang Cuilu and the others, and until now, Wuxu has not received their message. It stands to reason that the night has passed, and they haven't gone back yet, so they should be interrogated by the jade talisman to ask for peace. Could it be that something was wrong? Now that they have the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lantern, even if they meet a real monk, they should be able to protect themselves。。。。。。

These thoughts came flooding back and lingering in my heart. Wu Xuan hid in the Dharma Realm, flew to the sky, walked around the Yangzhou Mansion, and then flew towards the Hangzhou Mansion.

The blue sky is like washing, Taihu Lake is thousands of acres, sparkling, and Wuxu flies by. Ahead, the mountains are stacked, the rivers are densely weaved, and Wuxu flies by. Soon, he flew to Hangzhou. Flying to the peak, there is no one, and the backyard of Lingyin Temple is Tallinn, empty.

Wuxu stood on the West Lake and roared with a lion's roar. Shi Hai and Duo Ji both appeared, their faces were ashamed, and they only clasped their palms together and said that Zhang Cuilu and the others had already flown away towards the north with the nine-leaf green lotus lantern.

Wuxu, and then turned back to Yangzhou Mansion. Yangzhou Mansion is crowded. In the courtyard of Ruifu Building, the lotus pond is still fragrant. But there is no breath of Zhang Cuilu and others.

Wuxu flew towards Putuo Island in the East China Sea. On Putuo Island, the green smoke curls, the incense is prosperous, and the faith is full. They may have returned to Putuo Island to avoid Shi Hai and Dorjee and others. Enlightenment, in the ruined Dharma Realm Dojo, sit with your palms together, and silently observe the flow of the power of faith. The power of thousands of wishes has all returned to the void, and has never flowed to two places.

Wuxu flew out of Putuo Island, still clasped his palms to visualize the Dharma of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and recited the Dharma name of "Nan Wu Great Compassion Relief Suffering and Relief of the Great Inspiration Guanyin Bodhisattva", and finally found a hint in the area composed of Hangzhou Mansion, Yangzhou Mansion and Putuo Island. The power of faith and wish to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva flowed intermittently in the same direction. That is the bottom of Lihu Lake, Fan Li's hermitage cave.

It turned out to be here! Zhang Cuilu and the others estimated that after being discovered by Shi Hai, Duoji, and others, they wanted to join them, but they couldn't escape them, so they had to hide halfway.

But when Wuxu had just flown close to the entrance of the cave on the top of Xiaoqingshan Mountain, a person he never wanted to see suddenly appeared.

She stood on the surface of the lake with a charming smile on her face, and the fish at her feet were rippling and rippling.

With a finger of her jade hand, Wuxu was forced out of the Dharma Realm Dojo. (Wuxu didn't dare to escape into the sea sound snail, in case she found out, wouldn't it be worse to hold the sea sound snail in her hand?)

In a hurry, the water vapor on the condensing lake turned into clouds, slowly drifting backwards.

She smiled slightly, blew lightly, and the wind swept by, sweeping the cloud that Wu Xuan had turned into into a whirlpool.

Wu Xuan had no choice but to helplessly and playfully transmit his divine consciousness and say to her, "I am a cloud. ”

She playfully and playfully transmitted her divine sense, and said to Wuxu, "This palace is using the Xianyun Trick Finger." “

Wuxu asked in a condensed voice from the clouds, "Fairy Lu, Zhang Cuilu and the others are in the Fan Lidong Mansion below?"

"It's you, kid! Since you're here, come down!" An old voice sounded in the air, startling the lake waves and changing the wind and clouds.

The two old monsters of the Occultation Moon Sect are also here?! Wuxu yelled badly, but found that the surrounding scenery had completely changed, and the original bright and bright was already a dark red, and his own cloud was also dyed with a touch of red. A blood moon was rising, and the cloud of oneself was like drunk, red, fluttering, and staggering over.

While reciting the Dharma name of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Wuxu almost subconsciously waved out the Nebula Bamboo, slashing towards the blood moon and slashing towards this scarlet world.

"You really have a secret nebula bamboo!" a sharp old woman's voice sounded!

Suddenly, Sanskrit sounds and Buddha names arose. A golden light, flashing, like a meteor, like a flame, slid through the blood-colored sky, scorching a crack.

Nine Leaves Green Lotus Lantern! Zhang Cuilu them!

Wuxu immediately recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra, brandished the Nebula Bamboo, and flew towards the blood moon. The golden light, with the recitation of the six-character mantra by Wu Xu, appeared out of thin air, one after another, like the brilliant fireworks on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve; the star cloud bamboo, in the night sky, drew thousands of brilliant stars, illusion of thousands of colors, not only the round of the moon, not only that red.

But then another Blood Moon emerged, bigger, rounderer, redder!

The two rounds of blood moons shine together, and the world is all blood-red! The golden light turns into blood, and the starlight turns into blood. The six-character mantra recited and held out, as soon as it was spit out, it turned into bloody red letters. Wuxu's face was red, his eyes were red, his lips were red, and he didn't look scary!

Wu Xuan suddenly shouted, and manifested the five heads and twelve arms of the Great Mighty Vajra Dharma, each of the twelve hands holding the Nebula Bamboo, and after waving it in a circle, it flew in all directions at the same time. Twelve mature Nebula Bamboos are like twelve spear daggers, making the two old monsters of the Moon Occultation Sect unable to deal with them, just like twelve big red envelopes, blowing up this blood-red world in a mess!

"Damn!" came a roar of annoyance and anger from the blood-red world.

The nine-leaf green lotus lamp flew out, and Zhang Cuilu and the others held the Nebula Bamboo, each solemn. Wuxu was about to fly towards the two rounds of blood moon, when Lu Miaoying's voice came, "Don't you want to go?!" Wuxu was stunned, and then led Zhang Cuilu and the others to fly out of a crack.

The lake is sparkling, the sun is shining, and Wuxu and Zhang Cuilu and others are reunited again. But they didn't dare to be careless, for fear that the people from the Hidden Moon Sect would chase after them. They didn't have time to speak, they just smiled at each other, and then struggled to fly high in the sky.

They flew higher and higher, and finally turned into a cloud, pure and white, and ever-changing.

It's like the clouds of my hometown, on the top of the green hills.

That's right

The top of the green mountain, the clouds of the hometown.

The higher you fly, the more you relax my heart.

The end of the year was very busy, and I had a cold recently, so there was only such a chapter for so long. But it's barely up to the occasion.,I hope you'll forgive me for caring about and supporting this novel.。 After the holiday, I will adjust my schedule and strive to change the frequency of the following week. Finally, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year.