Dai Daojin went down the river along the Qianligang, then turned to the west, and more than two months later, arrived at Buda and La Palace.

Return to the palace and wash away the dust.

Before he could comprehend the "God of War Catalogue", Sang Qing asked to see him.

In the hall of the spiritual pagoda, Dai Daojin was dressed in a big red robe, sitting cross-legged, with a tall body, always straight.

Sang Qing came to the hall, knelt on the ground, and after bowing to the courtesy, he said, "Venerable, when you were away, someone once came to look for you. ”

As he spoke, a trace of fear flashed in Sang Qing's eyes.

Dai Daojin's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, suddenly opened, and the light in his eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "Who is it?"

The voice was soft, like a pair of invisible hands, soothing Sang Qing's shocking mind.

Sang Qing's eyes regained calm, and he became more and more respectful: "A Han person, with only one move, the five disciples were defeated, and when he learned that the Venerable was not in the palace, he left a prayer note and left." ”

As he spoke, he took out a cyan cover from his arms, put it together, and offered it with both hands.

Dai Daojin groaned and asked, "Has he ever said anything famous?"

Sang Qing replied, "No." ”

The light in Dai Daojin's eyes flowed, and the index finger of his right hand stretched out, pointing at the center of Sang Qing's eyebrows, and the power of his mind flowed.

Sang Qing didn't dare to move, only felt his heart shaking.

The light in Dai Daojin's eyes flowed more and more rapidly, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, a tall man in black, standing in the square in front of the palace, using his hand as a sword, with a stroke of his hand, Sang Qing Sangzhu and other five people, vomiting blood.

Then, as if disappointed, the man took out a letter of worship and turned away.

This man has a handsome face, eyes like stars, as if containing the supreme truth of heaven and earth, and his tall body is like a pillar of optimus, as if the great power of heaven and earth belongs to his body, and he is the darling of heaven and earth.

Dai Daojin slowly withdrew his fingers, took the prayer note in Sang Qing's hand, looked down, and did not rush to open it.

Waving his hand, Sang Qing knelt down and slowly withdrew from the Spirit Pagoda Hall.

Dai Daojin pinched the cyan prayer post with his left hand, and gently stroked the cover of the worship post with the tip of his right finger, his face expressionless.

After a while, the thumb and forefinger of the right hand pinched the corners of the prayer post and slowly unfolded.

Before long, the inside of the prayer post was all displayed in front of him.

There was no handwriting in the post, only three scratches.

Dai Daojin saw these three scratches, but his eyes burst with divine light, and his momentum was suddenly released, and in the spirit tower hall, the air flow was self-generated without wind, blowing the yellow curtain next to it, shaking endlessly.

Everywhere in Buda and La Palace, those old lamas who have cultivated to perfection are all looking at the direction of the Lingta Hall with some surprise at this time.

At this time, there was nothing else in Dai Daojin's eyes, and in his mind, three unparalleled sword intents rose to the sky, as if they could cut the spirit, follow his eyes, and bombard his heart.

His expression was cold, he snorted lightly, his eyes turned silvery-white, and then his heart moved, and the blood-red tip of the blood-red knife in the nebula "spoke first" trembled slightly, soared out of thin air, and turned into a giant sword, and endless blood spread.

"Open first" seemed to break through the space, and instantly appeared in front of the three sword intents, slashing horizontally.

"Bang ......" The three sword intents suddenly shattered.

In my mind, there seemed to be a sound of breaking.

Subsequently, "speaking first" seemed to be a little unfinished, but under the drive of Dai Daojin's mind, it turned into an ordinary-sized long knife, turned into a streamer, and disappeared.

Dai Daojin's expression moved slightly, and his spiritual spirit followed the three broken sword intents, silently perceiving, and along a certain underworld trajectory, the power of his mind urged down, extending towards the four directions of heaven and earth and the endless void.

Just when Dai Daojin perceived, he was in the Zaqu of Chahasira Mountain.

A tall man in black was striding forward, suddenly stopped, his eyes showed a strange color, and turned to look in the direction of Lhasa, Tibet.

Then, there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes, and a faint stream of light crossed the mysterious trajectory, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After a while, the look in the man's eyes turned dark and silent, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, feeling the trace of thought coming from the depths of his spiritual heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth expanded more and more.

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and he whispered, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

In the Spirit Pagoda Palace, Dai Daojin's eyes were silver-white, he stood up, walked out of the Spirit Pagoda Hall, stood in the corridor in front of the hall, turned his head to look north, his eyes seemed to pass through the space, and he saw a man in black.

His eyes were calm, his face as white as jade, flashing with white light, and he said softly: "Ling Donglai." ”

After being silent for a while, Dai Daojin turned his head and looked down from the position on the thirteenth floor of the Red Palace, and the entire Potala Palace was in full view.

He said softly: "Yuan Shiba, Sang Qing, Sang Zhu...... Come up to me. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the Spirit Pagoda Hall again, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

After a while, the six people including Yuan Shi Ba who received his spiritual message all came to the Spirit Pagoda Hall.

Seeing that His Holiness had his eyes closed, the six did not dare to disturb him, and knelt on the ground, waiting for instructions.

Dai Daojin's mental power swept over the six people, and he knew every trace of his true qi, spirit, and physical body, opened his eyes, and said lightly: "Get up." ”

Only then did the six of them straighten up and look at the Western Tibetan Sage in front of them.

Dai Daojin said lightly: "I'm about to leave for a trip, you still have to continue practicing, Yuan Shiba, don't forget your task." ”

Yuanshi Ba said respectfully: "The disciple doesn't dare to forget. ”

Dai Daojin nodded with a faint smile, the meaning in his eyes was inexplicable, and he explained it in his mouth, and then let the six people leave.

Waiting for the six people to leave, Dai Daojin sat for a while, stood up and walked out of the main hall, took a few steps, disappeared in the Potala Palace, and headed north.

......

After the eight or six people of Yuanshi went down to the twelfth floor of the Red Palace, they separated.

Sang Qing looked at Yuan Shiba's back, his eyes flashing slightly.

Sangzhu next to him asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Sang Qing returned to normal, shook his head and said: "It's okay, I just think that after the Venerable left, our burden is heavier, everyone must practice martial arts seriously, do things carefully, and don't make mistakes." ”

The four people next to him clasped their hands together and said, "Yes, senior brother." ”

Subsequently, the five also left.

Yuan Shiba returned to the small courtyard with a calm expression, and he naturally felt Sang Qing's eyes with his more and more refined spiritual divinity, but he didn't care, because there were more important things waiting for him to solve.

Back in the room, Yuan Shiba sat on the bed and closed his eyes cross-legged to breathe.

Over the past year or so, Yuanshi Ba's martial arts have made rapid progress, his spiritual cultivation has also made great progress, his physical body is complete and crystalline, and he has entered the hall, even so, he still practiced hard without the slightest slack.

After a long time, the sun was setting in the west, and the golden sunlight shone on Yuan Shiba's face through the open window.

Under the golden sunlight, the light was distorted and trance, and his spiritual qi became more and more active, faintly overlapping with a person's appearance, not physique, but spiritual spirituality.

It's more and more like that person.