Saying goodbye to Shihai and Zhu Yuanzhang, he went out of Jiming Temple and Ying Tianfu, but he flew straight towards Hongze Lake in the north.

Previously, Zhao Tong cast a magic spell, and in Wang Baobao's army, he took King Xiao Ming and Chuzhou to fight a bloody road, escaped into Hongze Lake, and then embroidered the magic flag in the lake and refined the demon soldiers. But then, his tracks wandered. Last time, Wuxu went quietly, and at the bottom of the lake, it was difficult to find a trace, but he just happened to rescue Liao Yongzhong.

This time, Wuxu flew directly into the lake, like a silk demonic energy, red and black entangled, blending into the mist, rising everywhere, a fierce atmosphere. Wu Xu, swept past the black-pressed warship, looked at the water palace linked below, and flapped his palms together, "Zhao Tong is there?"

After a while, King Xiao Ming staggered out, stood in front of the attic of the ship, stretched out his hand to Wuxu and shouted, "But Master Wuxu, Han Lin'er is here, please come in for tea." ”

That Xiao Ming Wang Han Lin'er, with black air between his eyebrows, his cheeks flushed, his cheekbones slightly convex, and his hands were like firewood. Wu Xuan looked at the black-robed old man beside Qi with an unkind face, and recognized that it was Shi Songling, the demon monk who fought with him at the bottom of the lake last time. There were a few people standing next to him, and there were also those wearing armor, who were originally under Liao Yongzhong's command at that time, but now they are all surrounded by demonic energy.

Cultivating to the level of a real person, the surrounding aura is naturally pulled by the divine consciousness, and all kinds of abnormalities will occur according to the different exercises practiced by the monks. Like around Wuxu, the aura is faintly like a lotus. Of course, this is the result of not controlling and not being restrained. If you deliberately conceal your cultivation, it will be difficult to see through the low-level ones.

That Shi Songling, when he saw the scene of Wuxu standing in the air, knew that Wuxu was already a real monk. In addition to being shocked in his heart, he didn't say a word, waiting for Han Lin'er to talk to Wuxu.

Seeing Han Lin'er like this, Wuxu couldn't help but shake his head secretly, but he thought that this was Zhao Tong's business, so he didn't care about him, just nodded slightly towards him, and then asked Shi Songling, "Zhao Tong is there?"

Shi Songling shook his head and arched his hand, "Feitian Zhenren, he did go down to Lushan, but he went to Yuandu." Not here. ”

Wu Xu's heart was slightly shocked, most of the capital was shocked that day, the Lamaism had countless casualties, except for himself who only saw two demonic masters, but he had never seen Zhao Tong? Could it be that Zhao Tong was also in Dadu that day, secretly in charge? This has happened! Lamaism, must take revenge, Senior Brother Duoji has already started this matter, Zhao Tong is in Dadu, I am afraid that there will inevitably be conflicts?

Thinking of this, Wuxu turned around and flew towards Hancang Mountain in the north while sending a message to Dorjee.

Listening to the lower part of the back, Han Lin'er shouted loudly, "Master Wuxu! Master Wuxu!

On the same day, in Poyang Lake outside Yinghu City, the White Lotus Order, which he had rerefined for Liu Futong, still remembered that an army of 100,000 besieged Anfeng City, and Liu Futong entrusted this order to himself in his Black Dragon Palace. But I saw that Han Lin'er seemed to be powerless against Zhao Tong in the law realm, and he was a little light, so he never returned it to him. Subsequently, in Dongying Fusang, he witnessed his son abandon his mother and the Dharma Realm was extinguished, and the White Lotus Order also dissipated and ceased to exist.

Wuxu stopped, turned around slowly, and muttered for a moment, "King Xiao Ming, forgive me, the White Lotus Order is no longer there." ”

King Xiao Ming, as if he was hit by five thunderbolts, raised his trembling right hand, babbling in his mouth, and said half-loudly, "Who did the master hand over the holy order of this sect?"

Wu Xuan had no choice but to reply, "King Ming, don't blame, Wu Xuan is unaware of it, and has refined the White Lotus Order in the Law Realm. ”

This is not explained. Han Lin'er, concerned about the identity and cultivation of this Wuxu, stood there, full of suspicion, and muttered in his mouth, "No, refining?"

That Shi Songling and the others were not interested in the White Lotus Order, so they hung up high and looked at each other coldly.

At this time, a small figure jumped out, "The White Lotus Order is a holy relic of this sect, Sister Zhao, and has said many times that it will be passed on to the younger generations. Now that the master is gone, he naturally has to find a new one for me. ”

Wuxu looked at it, and it turned out to be Han Lin'er's son, Liu Futong's grandson, Han Kuang. This Han Kuang is still as smart and clever as before, and what is even more rare is that this Han Kuang has not been invaded by demonic energy. A red rope around his neck with a pearl tied to it.

Enlightenment slowly flew down. Inside this pearl, there is a black spot of a grain of rice, and after staring for a moment, I saw that the black dot turned into a female figure, dancing, and ingesting the demonic energy around Han Kuang one by one.

"Meeting is fate, and pearls are not money. After a song and dance, the night in Kyoto lingers. Wu Xuan chanted slowly, and the scene of his first meeting with Zhao Tong suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, Zhao Tong sang and danced, and Wuxu flicked his fingers to give away the pearls he got from Moen. Subsequently, Zhao Tong's identity as the White Lotus Sect was revealed and he was hunted down and killed by Xuan Jizi. Wuxu also refined the pearl with Buddhist exercises, containing the Dharma Realm and the Dharma, purifying the heart and concentrating, warding off evil spirits and protecting the body, but also covering its original breath. Unexpectedly, in response to Tianfu's urgency, Zhao Tong went deep into Wang Baobao's military camp in order to spy on the military situation, but was taken captive by the demons, and the talisman pearl also turned into powder.

And this pearl contains Zhao Tong's figure, the magic way dance, ingesting the demonic energy, and protecting Han Kuang from the demon. What is intriguing is that Han Lin'er has no similar thing, and the demonic qi has already entered the body.

Wuxu had a lot of thoughts, and suddenly stretched out his hand, took the red string pearl on Han Kuang's neck, took it into his hand, and then closed it in his palm.

In Hongze Lake, Wuxu stepped on the smoke waves, folded his hands, closed his eyes and fell into concentration, and the surrounding Sanskrit singing was everywhere, and the Buddha's light was shining. Only the surface of the lake, a light in the black air, half water, half fire.

One day and one night, Wuxu Fang came out of Dingzhong, and with a wave of his hand, the pearl tied to the red rope slowly flew up, emitting a dazzling white light, and put it on the neck of Han Kuang, who had been waiting beside him.

Wu Xu, and with the lotus seal in his hand, he shot out the Dao spiritual power against the crystal inside and outside and spotless pearl on Han Kuang's chest. Then, he turned around and flew away, singing in the air, "I have a pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time." Today, the dust is gone, illuminating the mountains and rivers. ”

Wuxu flew towards Handcang Mountain and Dadu, but he couldn't find Zhao Tong. Because Zhao Tong is in Wuchang City at the moment, Chen Youliang's territory.

Previously, Zhao Tong did go down to Lushan, sneaked into Dadu, and secretly took charge. But then, he followed Wuxu Duoji and others, came to Handcang Mountain, and took the first step to control the three of Jin Snakezi, Han Shuanghu, and Hu Ling'er. Wuxu invited Dorjee to the Hantan near the Sanqing Cave, and when he sat down and discussed secretly, Zhao Tong was also on the side. Unexpectedly, Dorjee discovered the traces, Zhao Tong immediately flew into Sanqing Cave, and while asking Hu Linger to come forward perfunctory, the method of the Heavenly Demon Dance created an illusion after the love of men and women.

Dorjee, who is a person in Buddhism, saw the naked ** man in the cave, as well as the pervasive **** breath, and didn't have time to take a closer look, so he hurriedly withdrew his divine sense. Yes, let Zhao Tong be confused.

When Hu Ling'er was crossed by Dorjee, Zhao Tong still secretly followed Wuxu to see what he did. This is this, on Jiao Mountain, Zhenjiang Mansion, when Wuxu suppressed and exterminated Sha Limi in the Dharma Realm, he sensed that the attack from the outside world suddenly disappeared. It's Zhao Tong, shoot!

In order to kill Cui Pan of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, Zhao Tong used the forbidden Heavenly Demon Disintegration ** under his Long River Sunset Sword, devoured Cui Pan, completely wiped out, and he was also seriously injured and fell into the world. Where it is located is the boundary of Wuchang under the jurisdiction of Chen Youliang.

This night, on a flower shop on the Yangtze River outside Wuchang City, there are lights everywhere, the lights are bright, and the warblers are singing and laughing. In a difficult room in the bottom warehouse, Zhao Tong suddenly woke up, sat for a while, and slowly got up. There was a bang outside the door, and a thick voice, as if afraid of disturbing the guests above, lowered his voice and hurriedly shouted outside, "Damn, you know how to sleep lazily all day long!

Zhao Tong, stretched out his hand, opened the door, a short and fat woman, jumped back, looked at Zhao Tong's sharp eyes, suddenly slapped his hand, made a bitter face, squeezed off a little rouge, and held the tone, "Hey, my aunt! You finally woke up! There are a lot of guests tonight, and they are all very noble, and the girls have all pulled out, and there are not enough people." ”

Speaking of this, the old mother rolled her eyes and looked at Zhao Tong, but she stopped talking.

Greeted and sent on the river all the year round, who has never seen this old mother? But I can't see through Zhao Tong. The so-called older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are; Since rescuing Zhao Tong from the river, the old mother knows that Zhao Tong is not an ordinary person. The gauze robe he was wearing, as if it was the palace system, although there was nothing else of value, and he had a yellow face, but between his eyebrows, there was a faint evil spirit, seducing the soul.

At first, the old mother thought that she had saved a female knight, but after a few days, Zhao Tong was still weak and sick. So, he let go and ignored it.

Tonight, the old mother was on the boat, entertained a few more drinks, and was teased by a few guests, but with resentment, she unconsciously ran to the bilge and knocked on Zhao Tong's door.

Zhao Tong looked at this old woman, and suddenly thought of his previous experience in the Dadu Shuyue Pavilion. After listening silently, the nagging of the old woman in front of him fell, and Zhao Tong said softly, "Zhao Tong, dare not to miss my mother's life-saving grace." Mom doesn't think Zhao Tong is ugly, if there is a sending, just say it. ”

The old mother, hearing what Zhao Tong said, her face was about to laugh, and her rouge powder fell straight away, and she said softly, "Miss Zhao, good Tong'er, you also know your mother's hard work." Huafang is not a good hall, and it can't raise people in vain. Even if your mother wants to treat you well, the other girls will welcome you all day long, and they will inevitably complain. ”

Zhao Tong smiled faintly, "What my mother said is very true, but Zhao Tong has a thin face and yellow muscles, and he is sick, so I am afraid that he can only do some rough work." ”

The old mother, hehe, smiled, stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Tong's hand, "Those who have suffered a thousand knives, those drunkards, their eyes are black from drinking, and they are still shouting for the girl to accompany them." I can't tell the difference between the east and the west. If you really want to help, you change your clothes, put on some rouge lipstick, and stand there, not a flower. ”

Zhao Tong nodded, "It's okay, just follow what my mother said." ”

After a while, Zhao Tong changed into a red belt and white clothes, long hair and hosta, with a slight white background on his face, and other women, all of them got on the board of the boat and stood in a row in the cold wind.

On the other side, a group of hungry ghosts began to point.

"What a thing!" a person hugged a woman like a flower and jade with one hand, pointed to the old mother with the other, and shouted loudly, "You Lan Kwai Fong, do you still want to open it?" If you don't want to open it, Zhang will say hello to Wuchang Taishou tomorrow. ”

The old mother jumped up to this Lord Zhang as if she was flying, with a bitter face, "My lord, I have changed five batches in a row tonight." All the women on this ship came. ”

The adult Zhang slapped the case heavily, "You Lan Kwai Fong is also one of the best flower shops in Wuchang, why can't you even pick a satisfactory woman?!"

The monk, hearing this, said with a smile, "The little monk has traveled so far, and I want to enjoy it with all the adults, and then say the Mandala Joy Sutra." But I don't want to, this huge Wuchang, but there is not even a woman that the Buddha likes!"

The Lord Zhang immediately pointed at the old mother and scolded, "Listen! This senior monk beside me has a unique vision. Hurry up and change the next batch, don't let these vulgar fans stain the eyes of the master. ”

Zhao Tong slowly stepped forward, shaking like a lotus wind.

The monk's eyes flashed.

The adult, looking at Zhao Tong who took a step forward, looked frightened, pointed at Zhao Tong with his finger, and then poked the old mother hard in the air, "Yellow-faced woman, you dare to bring it too!"

The monk couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Zhao Tong suddenly flew up, his long sleeves were flying, his figure was like a swallow, his hair was in the wind, dancing in the moonlight.

The monk's eyes were brighter.

But see, Zhao Tong is like flying into the sky, like a meteor, like a fantasy like dew, dancing and singing, the shadow is sufficient, and the sound is faint. The singing, as if coming from nine days away, tactfully with the moonlight and night breeze, and like a surging river, endlessly. "Meeting is fate, and pearls are not money. After a song and dance, the night in Kyoto lingers. “

After a song and dance, the water breeze is condensed, and the red candles are swaying.

Then I saw the monk sitting in the middle of the banquet, clasping his palms together and reciting, "Nan Wu Shizun Shakyamuni Buddha! Can you allow the poor monk to warm a glass of wine and talk to the moon. “

Zhao Tong flicked his long sleeves, "Singing and dancing, empty to the moon." It's late at night, ladies and gentlemen, you might as well rest early. "Bold!" The drunken and hazy Lord Zhang slapped the case again, and if the beauty around him was wrapped around his waist, he was afraid that he would have to get up and step forward.

The monk clasped his palms together and smiled, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, but I didn't expect that the poor monk could still see the secret Heavenly Demon Dance of this sect in Wuchang." But I don't know which teacher the girl is?"

Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and paused, "The master is blind, this Heavenly Demon Dance is not the Heavenly Demon Dance." With that, the figure suddenly disappeared.

A cold wind rose, and the boat went down the river in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Tong had already fought with this monk in the air for more than ten moves. After the tiebreaker, the two closed at the same time, and each flew to the previous position.

Zhao Tong stood pitifully in a row of women.

The monk sat behind the desk and looked at Zhao Tong solemnly.

The drunken Lord Zhang clapped his hands and smiled, "The Heavenly Demon Dance is a song, and the master Buddha's heart rises." But he thought that the monk with hooked eyes at this moment was moved by the desire of spring.

But I heard Zhao Tong say coldly to the monk, "If the master is a Buddha's heart, the little woman can make a bow with the master." Then he said, "The rouge is made of dust, and it washes away the white bones of lead." “

The monk stood up abruptly and looked at Zhao Tong with a look of surprise on his face.

That's right

I have a pearl, and my children have grievances and hatreds.

Today, the bow of the ship said, and the heavenly demons sang and danced endlessly.