Wu Xuan realized the enlightenment of Guanyin Bodhisattva, obtained the Sanqing Dan of Zhengyi Sect to drive away the demons, and learned that Poyang Lake was finally victorious, only to feel that his body and mind were empty, and he flew out of Qixia Mountain and flew towards Hongze Lake happily.

The night rain followed the wind, the dark clouds were rolling, Wuxu breathed a little cool, and regardless of Zhu Yuanzhang's soldiers below or Wang Baobao's generals, whether they saw that the moonlight Bodhisattva seal in his hand, like an arrow of light, carried the night returnees, and slid through the sky.

When he arrived over Hongze Lake, Wuxu took out the jade talisman from the prayer wheel, infused with spiritual power, and transmitted his divine sense. After a while, I saw the surface of the lake churning, separating from it, and Zhao Tong slowly flew up from the bottom of the lake.

When Wuxu said that Poyang Lake was a great victory, Zhu Yuanzhang would not turn around in a few days, and the Yuan army was not worried, Mo Ruo let go of his attachment, got rid of the demon gate, and went to Lushan Mountain with himself to enter the lotus law, Zhao Tong first smiled faintly, and then shook his head slightly, "The Yuan Dynasty is not extinguished, and the white lotus is not prosperous, so what if you go to Lushan?"

Wuxu couldn't imagine that Zhao Tong was so persistent, he was stunned, and his tone slowed down, "The Yuan Dynasty has exhausted its qi, and Zhu Yuanzhang has gone to extinction, and the White Lotus Sect is now returning to the Hualien Miaofa Sect, and there is a revitalization such as Shihai, so why bother to bow down to everything?"

Zhao Tong saw that Wuxu didn't understand the meaning of his words, he couldn't help sighing, looking at Wuxu with a sincere face but a hint of displeasure across the rootless water in the sky, and said, "Do you know that if the Lushan Heavenly Array is to be opened, the six peaks must be opened one by one?"

Wu Xuan suddenly realized that he was happy and anxious for a while, anxious and angry, standing there, taking a breath of cold water through the night, calming his mind, and as Zhao Tong asked, he nodded slightly, "I know, what do you want to say?" Is it necessary to open the * Prison Demon Peak and Rakshasa Peak, and it takes a lot of ghost energy and demonic energy?

"Since you know the reason for this, you should know that it is useless to go to Lushan at this moment, it is better to stay at the bottom of the mountain and lead this human catastrophe, and don't want the children of the Han people to be slaughtered more. Although Zhao Tong's whole body was full of demonic energy, the words he said had his own majestic momentum.

Wuxu looked at Zhao Tong with a solemn and solemn face, couldn't help but sigh secretly, and said with a rare clasp of hands, "Tong'er, killing in the world, if you are contaminated again, you are afraid that you will fall into the devil and will not be able to extricate yourself, and the karma will be great." It is important to know that not only the children of the Han Chinese, but also the Mongols, most of them are innocent people. ”

As soon as these words came out, I saw that Zhao Tong's momentum changed, and the waves hit the air on the lake below, and it seemed that the continuous night rain was also urgent. The night and the demonic energy are intertwined, and the cold rain lingers with the cold wind.

After a long time, Wuxu heard it, and Zhao Tong's voice came coldly, "I forgot, when you were in the capital, you were quite courteous in the Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, and you still had the name of the elder of the Lamaist Sect. No wonder, with great compassion. ”

Wuxu smiled bitterly, "You have also been in the capital for a long time, haven't you ever seen that it is not only the Han people who suffer? ”

"What a Dharma Elder! Do you turn a blind eye to the distinction between Mongolians, Semu people, Han Chinese, and Nanren? Or do you really cultivate Buddhism and don't care about anything, and see through everything?" Zhao Tong said sharply, showing the true colors of women in the army at the beginning, mixed with obscure wind and rain, choking and breathless.

Wuxu didn't know how to explain his point of view to Zhao Tong, who was getting more and more excited the more he talked, for a while, so he had to avoid this topic for the time being, "The cycle of cause and effect, good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil." Take 10,000 steps back, the wicked are free and the wicked grind, Tong'er, why do you want to go into the devil to kill, can't you cross the world to save people if you correct the Dao?

Seeing Zhao Tong standing there far away, silent, as if he intended to move, Wu Xufu took out another jade bottle, "This is the treasure pill of the Zhengyi Sect, the Sanqing Pill, which can best drive away the demons in the heart." Thinking that at the beginning, Xuan Jizi used this Dan to protect himself, so he dared to kill the Prisoner Demon Peak. If I estimate that it is not bad, you take this Sanqing Pill, and I will ask Ba Si Pa and Yuan Fa Master to protect the Dharma, and you will disperse the demon attack and fix the Fa, there should be no problem. ”

But I could hear Zhao Tong's voice, flickering far and near, "It's hard for you to be kind, but I think it's good now." What kind of Buddha and demon are not the same? Lamaism is a Buddhist sect, but it aids and abets abuse. If you want to open the big array and enter the outer heavens, the six peaks of Lushan Mountain, whether good or evil, must be refined one by one. As the saying goes, good and evil are not separated, that day I was full of demonic qi and flew out of the Prison Demon Peak, do you see that there have ever been Buddhist people who intercepted it? Hmph, I didn't know that the Prison Demon Peak had to be opened, so I acquiesced to go down the mountain to practice demonic skills!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Tong suddenly said faintly, "Wuxu, if you think about using Buddhism to cross me like this again, maybe those people will be impatient to wait and come down to find trouble for you!"

I don't know if it's Zhao Tong's charming magic voice, or if Wu is humble and hides his feelings, I can hear Zhao Tong's voice slowly, like a continuous night rain, so to speak, Wu Xu's heart can't help but flutter slightly, and with the moist water vapor in the night sky on the lake, he said softly, "Let them come, and when the time comes, we will find a place to hide." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Tong laughed and said, "When the time comes, the Prison Demon Peak can't be opened, and those people will chase and kill you and me at the ends of the world, see how you can resolve it with Buddhism?"

Wu Xuman didn't care, "Isn't there still Yang Yingrong?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Tong immediately asked in a cold voice, "How do you know the name of Yang Yingrong, a slut? Did she tell you herself?"

Wuxu didn't expect that there was a lot of grievances between Zhao Tong and Yang Yingrong, as if he was an enemy of life and death, he nodded, and was about to talk to Zhao Tong about his own search for Zhao Tong in the camp of the Yuan Army in Laoshan that day, but he fought with Yang Yingrong in the hot springs near Phoenix Ridge.

Before he could speak, black lightning suddenly hit in the night sky, Wuxu only felt that the sky was spinning, and it seemed that he had vaguely come to an inexplicable space, a woman with a hidden face, sitting on a high skull bed, far away in the sky, and seemed to be close in front of him, silently watching herself.

Which demon sect master is this, who actually took himself here unconsciously, and Wuxu was about to say something to ask, but he heard a lazy voice echoing in his ears, "You little monk, you don't practice well, but you come to abduct this disciple all day long, what is the reason?"

Between the words, there seems to be no malice. Wu Xuan was about to answer, and an incomparably dangerous and solemn coercion imprisoned him there, unable to move, let alone speak. At the same time, I felt a sense of divine consciousness that seemed to be nothing, swept away, and seemed to look at my past and present lives up and down for 500 years.

After a while, the lazy woman's voice sounded again, "Don't think that if you cultivate the Dharma Realm, you will be invincible in the world. You must know that the genius outside the sky is the real underworld. Go ahead, if you go to the outer heavens, it will not be too late for you and me to continue their relationship. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wuxu walked out of the mysterious space again in a daze and returned to the sky above Hongze Lake. Holding back the shock in his heart, Wuxu looked around, but Zhao Tong was already nowhere to be found, and then took out the communication jade talisman that contacted Zhao Tong, but saw that it was covered with black patterns, Wuxu separated a divine sense of the past, and those black patterns turned into countless whirlpools, almost pulling his entire mind into the jade talisman.

Wuxu intuitively felt that such a change in this jade talisman must be related to the mysterious demon cultivator just now, so he sacrificed the prayer wheel to surrender this thing. Who knows, a white light appeared in the black pattern of the jade rune, and a white jade hand appeared, but when I saw the index finger and middle finger of the jade hand, together, a slight point towards the prayer wheel that glowed with golden light, the prayer wheel stopped rotating, and the golden light disappeared, trembling slightly, like a child who made a mistake saw a strict teacher.

Wu Xuan was horrified, and hurriedly took the prayer wheel back to the Dharma Realm, but saw that the jade hand was pointing at him from afar, and hurriedly escaped into the void through the Dharma Realm, flying far away.

Despite this, Wu Xu's body was in the Dharma Realm, but he felt that those two Qianqian jade fingers had firmly locked himself before he had escaped into the Dharma Realm, and now across the Dharma Realm, across the void, with a tide of killing intent, silently attacked. This is the first time Wuxu has encountered this kind of situation.

You must know that in the human world, before Wuxu was on Putuo Island in the East China Sea, she angered a top monk in the world like Zhao Haoran, locked herself, and killed the killer, and she had never had such a dangerous sense.

Wuxu didn't have time to think about it, like a man's back, he rushed all the way forward.

In the sky above Hongze Lake, after the jade talisman manifested its white fingers, it floated to the surface of the lake like an ownerless thing and slowly sank.

At the bottom of the lake, in a deep cave, Zhao Tong sat on the stone platform with an indifferent expression, his long hair was windless and automatic, and the wind was whistling around him. Just now, he blurted out the name of the slut, and asked himself, but he nodded shamelessly and agreed; he scolded a few words, but he didn't say a word; until he got angry and escaped to the bottom of the lake, he still didn't say a word, standing there, and didn't keep Zhao Tong, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, but later, there was only a gloomy sadness.

Suddenly, the jade talisman in Wuxu's hand fell down and flew in front of him, Zhao Tong, stretched out his hand to grab it, and his divine sense swept away, but there was no information. This can't be hidden, he knows that he is in the wrong, and he has no shame to see him again? Zhao Tong couldn't help but raise his head and screamed, and the jade talisman in his hand suddenly turned into nothingness.

Early the next morning, the fishermen around Hongze Lake got up early, with fishing nets and steel forks, to start a day's work, but saw dead fish and shrimp floating everywhere on the lake, and then looked closely, these dead fish and dead shrimp, the whole body was black, with a burnt smell and fishy smell, disgusting, hurriedly knelt on the boat, bowed to the lake, and then hurriedly went ashore, a village gathered in the Dragon King Temple, to the Dragon King statue and the new white lotus saintess statue next to it, offering sacrifices, burning incense and praying.

On the edge of a tall and dense wood, there were several dilapidated and low houses, and a short middle-aged man was kneeling reverently to a statue of a god painted by a literati hanging on the wall. Before the painting of the strangely painted statue, there was a missing incense burner, and an incense stick was inserted in the incense burner, with this short middle-aged man, a bow and a bow, and there were words in his mouth, wafting a faint smell.

Apparently, the man had been kneeling down with incense for a long time. The faint scent, or rather the smell of smoke, had been released for a long time and filled the room. If the lamas who have entered and left the palace and are pampered come in, I am afraid that the first thing to do is to exclaim and go away.

When the sandalwood in the incense burner was about to burn out, the man stopped bowing and chanting, groped around his waist for a while, took out a smooth copper coin, sandwiched it between the palms of his hands on his chest, and seemed to close his eyes and silently recite a scripture or make a wish. The hands parted forward, and the rose copper coin immediately rolled on the ground in front of it. Then, the kneeling man, moving his legs from side to side, crouched down as if crawling, came to the copper coin and stopped, lowered his head, and looked at it carefully. He put the coin in his palm and threw it to the ground.

After the man buried his head low for the third time, stared carefully at the copper coins on the ground, and looked at it for a long time, he raised his miserable white face, swayed slightly, got up, walked to the door, and looked at the kitchen in front of him, where thick green smoke was rising for a while, and finally walked out as if he had made up his mind, pulled the door behind him, and slowly walked towards the so-called kitchen at home.

The man bowed his head, bent over, and walked slowly to the kitchen door. There was no door to the kitchen, and there was an old woman inside, who heard the noise, and hurried over, and squeaked at the man, with a gesture, as if to say, breakfast will be ready soon, and told the man to wait outside for a while.

The man, who was also gesturing, said a few words to the old woman hurriedly, and then insisted on walking in and helping the old woman add firewood and water to cook together.

Gradually, the green smoke disappeared, and a vague fragrance wafted out. Two five or six-year-old children, a boy and a girl, also ran over. The man, as if displeased, said a word, and the two children ran away at once.

The old woman seemed to be a little angry, but when she saw that the man had filled the best food in the pot and respectfully handed it to herself, she smiled rarely, bowed down tremblingly to thank her, stretched out her hands, first secretly wiped the moist corners of her eyes, and then took the rice bowl from the man's hand and ate it slowly.

The man, kneeling in front of the old woman, waited quietly for the old woman to finish her meal. Then he got up and walked to the old woman, turned around again, squatted, carried the old woman on his back, and walked deep into the back mountain from the portal that drew water from the other side of the kitchen.

There is a cherry blossom tree in the back mountain, it is late autumn at the moment, the branches on the tree are bare, and the slender branches are zigzag and staggered in the air, and with the cold wind in the early morning swaying slightly, it looks so gloomy. It seems to be the mood of the man passing by here and the old woman on his back. The man, silent all the way, as if dumb, and his head hung even lower, as if the mountain road in autumn was so slippery that he would fall the old woman on his back to the ground if he was not careful.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and there was the sound of cherry blossom branches breaking. The man raised his head and looked around, revealing extremely vigilant and fierce eyes.

Wuxu, who was chased by two jade fingers from late night to dawn, jumped over the mountains, and jumped over the sea, finally couldn't sense the killing intent behind him, and his mind was relieved, and he half-flew and half-fell downward. But accidentally, he broke a few branches, which alarmed the man. Fortunately, Wuxu's tense mind was not completely relaxed, and his figure suddenly flashed, avoiding the man's gaze. And the old woman reached out and pulled a branch at this moment, and tore off a small part. The man, unsuspecting, continued to walk slowly towards the depths of the back mountain.

While looking at his surroundings, Wuxu secretly observed the man in front of him and the old woman on his back. The air faintly smelled of the sea, and Wuxu knew that he was being chased and killed all night, and he was afraid that he would be in the East China Sea again.

The man did not seem to be a monk, but he had a strange murderous intent, and the old woman on his back, although she looked old and powerless, had a hint of solemn death intent.

There are strange things, and Wu Xuan secretly said in his heart, could it be that he came to the sphere of influence of Dongji Island? This man and woman are demons who have cultivated special exercises. The world is so big, there are no surprises, how can ordinary people let themselves feel the intent to kill and die?

Enlightenment is hidden in the mandala dharma realm, quietly following these two people.

But I saw the old woman on the man's back, and from time to time she dragged down some twigs, wild flowers, and green leaves, and sprinkled them on the ground.

Wuxu secretly visited with his divine sense, these young branches, wild flowers, and green leaves, there was no aura, and there was no divine consciousness attached to them, but they were still living creatures just a moment ago, with morning dew. Maybe it's some kind of unique logo.

Wuxu didn't dare to be careless, and followed from afar.

Suddenly, the man, putting down the old woman on his back, turned around, opened his mouth, and seemed to speak to the old woman. Wu Xuan gathered the central god, separated a divine consciousness, and quietly approached the strange two who appeared in the deep mountains early in the morning.

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Wuxu was stunned, almost stumbled, and fell to the ground from the void. This man actually spoke Japanese! Oh my God, he was actually chased and killed by that demon master to Japan overnight. Although ancient Japanese is different from modern Japanese, the pronunciation and tone of the pronunciation and tone can be understood by Wuxu as soon as he hears it, and he is sure that he is already in Fuso! It is 108,000 miles away from Nahongze Lake!

The man and the old woman spoke briefly, each saying a word. Wuxu hears and understands with his divine sense. The man asked, "Mother, why do you keep throwing things along the way?" the old woman replied intermittently, "Child, the mountain road is rough, and Mother is afraid that you will get lost when you go back." ”

Then Wuxu saw the man, and after listening to the old woman's words, he burst into tears, and carried him on his back again, and passed the twigs, wild flowers, and green leaves, and returned along the way he came. Getting closer and closer to yourself.

Wuxu couldn't help but be distracted for a while, recalling a story he had read in the new Japanese in the later life. The gist of it is what I see and hear today.

Whether Fusang had any powerful monks, Wuxu didn't know, but Wuxu knew that the man and the old woman were just ordinary people. Not only ordinary people, but poor ordinary people.

(In ancient Japan, there was a custom for poor families to throw old ladies who could not afford them into the mountains to fend for themselves)

As the saying goes, the lake looks at each other at night and the rain is urgent, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong.

Unconsciously thousands of miles away, the world is difficult and Louis is lost.