This time, the chessboard really disappeared......

The mist also completely dispersed, revealing a winding mountain road, and Mo Wunian and his party were not halfway up the mountain at all, and in fact, they had already reached the top of the mountain early.

Verdant, a small temple looms among the pines and cypresses.

"It can also be seen that the donor wants to know something from the old monk, but I don't have many memories in this residual thought, and there should be something you want to know in the temple in front of you. The old monk said that he said the Buddha name, but sighed at Mo Wunian and said, "The donor should not like the peace......."

He didn't finish his words, but he really disappeared.

As a remnant, he really doesn't have many limited memories, just to lead the person who should be guided to the temple in front of him, and to hand over some important things in his life to future generations.

The remnants of countless years of existence are also obsessions.

In fact, what he was looking for was a person who had the whole world in mind, but he could also see that Mo Wunian's heart was not in the world, because he had a deep dislike for the peace in a few words.

Is it fate, cause and effect, or is there really a coincidence in the world...... The old monk couldn't figure it out, there were some problems he didn't understand before he was born, and he didn't think about a remnant of his thoughts.

The answer may only be known in time.

Mo Wunian could probably guess that he had broken the situation that the old monk had left here, but he was not the person the old monk was looking for.

The old monk should be looking for a person who has a true Buddha heart and a heart for the whole world. And he is obviously not, so he is still doing something to maintain peace, and only because he chose the same path as in his previous life......

Thinking back, he walked towards the small temple with steps, and Xia Ziyan and Lao Yuan also followed closely behind.

No one has been here for a long time, and when the two vermilion and simple wooden doors are opened, a thick layer of dust falls down, and it goes straight to the throat of the person, and the choking person coughs for a while.

The furnishings inside are also extremely simple, a clay Buddha statue, an offering table, a few futons thrown on the ground to reveal cotton wool, but the most striking thing is the corpse sitting on the futon with his back to the person.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, his head drooping weakly, and on his left hand he was holding the Buddha beads hanging down to his body, while the other hand was holding a page of scriptures tightly, as if that page of scriptures was extremely important to his life.

But that page of scripture is just an ordinary piece of paper, and because of the age, the paper is even more yellowed, and I don't know if the handwriting on it can be read clearly.

"Later generations...... The old monk's life to understand the Dharma is all in the Buddha beads in his left hand, and there are some memories of my past in his right hand. ”

The voice of the old monk in the small temple sounded again, and then everything was calm again.

The son surnamed Li was also rarely bold, and walked directly in front of the old monk, but then his face turned pale, and he stumbled back and fell to the ground.

Just now, the head of the old monk's corpse hung down, and they couldn't see his face clearly, but when the people walked up to him, they could also see his face clearly, with scales growing on his gray-blue skin, and fangs in his mouth......

There are no kind eyebrows and kind eyes that I imagined, but a hideous, gray-blue dragon head.

This also affirmed Mo Wunian's thoughts more and more, this is the evil Jiao that Master Dusheng has transformed, and he didn't think about it, so he took the page of scriptures.

But Xia Ziyan walked in front of him one step ahead of him, and did not take the page of scriptures, but took the string of Buddhist beads into his hands.

This string of Buddha beads condenses the cultivation of a great Buddhist family, also called meditation beads, which has the purpose of dispelling people's desires, and emotions are also a kind of desire, which is of great use to her cultivation of the real ruthless Tao, and it is also the treasure she wants to find this time.

Although it was not difficult for her master to promote the location of this mountain, it took a lot of effort.

As soon as the thing arrived, she didn't leave on the spot, but turned to Mo Wunian and smiled: "Ziyan can get this thing this time, and it can be regarded as the help of Taoist friends...... Although the little woman also likes to take advantage of some people, it will not be too disadvantageous. ”。

She was a disaster, born to bring disaster to the country and the people, this smile is really a hundred charms, but she is also like a little fox, with a little shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

Anyway, she had an extra palm-sized, glass-made jade plaque in her hand and threw it into Mo Wunian's hand.

He took a look, the front was engraved with the word "Wangxian", and the reverse side was written with the word Xia Ziyan in small seal Juanxiu, this brand he also recognized, it was a letter card that only the direct disciples of several big people in the Wangxian Palace could have.

The meaning of this sign is also clear, and it is counted as she owes him a favor.

It's just that the people of this sect have never counted what they say, even this brand is extremely important to them, and it is a symbol of status within the sect, and they can still be cheeky to pass over the past with a single stroke.

When he looked up again, Xia Ziyan had already drifted away...... There was only a faint fragrance left in the air.

But Mo Wunian didn't care about this, the effect of the string of Buddhist beads was not great for him, and he even threw the jade plate to Xiaohu.

also picked up the page of scriptures, it turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared into his eyebrows, but in the old monk's remaining memory, he didn't get what he wanted-about the ancestral land of the 100,000 mountain demon clan.

All memories are only one picture, in a vast, dark red land, countless demon-like creatures howl, a Buddha light shining from the sky, those evil ghosts immediately screamed even more terrible.

But the monks always have a compassionate heart, and originally wanted to use the Buddha's light to turn them into ashes, but the Buddha's light went even further, but he put his hands together and gave them his own vitality, hoping to influence them.

It's an extremely shocking and incredible picture.

But Mo Wunian could also guess that this should be the picture of the Crossing Master when he became an immortal tribulation......

It's just that there is much more to express here, and it is rumored that Master Wataru fell into the devil when he became an immortal, but it is extremely different from what is in this picture.

This alone is worth pondering. Even what it means for this evil Jiao to hand over one of the "As I Smell" to him, he can't guess for a while.

But what is certain is that perhaps the truth is not what people can think of.

Without any more stops, Mo Wunian and his party also walked out of the small temple, and they had just walked out of a dozen steps, with a "boom", the small temple behind them collapsed and set off a puff of dust, as if it had been destroyed by an invisible huge force.

Immediately, there was also an invisible force that diffused and acted on the body of the group.

This kind of power is not felt by the son surnamed Li at all, and Lao Yuan and Xiaohu can only feel it slightly, but Mo Wunian can intuitively feel it the most obviously.

Not only was his cultivation imprisoned, but that power began to feed his cultivation little by little.

This is probably the clan elder of the Divine Worship Clan who stayed on this mountain in the past to reduce the power of the Evil Jiao's cultivation, and it is no wonder that his two remnant thoughts will not have many memories left.

If it weren't for that power, there would probably be more memories on that page.

Without stopping too long, he strode to the other side of the mountain.

......

Although Yaoguang Town has been isolated from the outside world for some time, it has not really reached the outside world as it has been reported, and it has reached a state of depression and depression.

Just like the butcher Zheng who got up early today, he brought a green cow and was about to shout in the town to slaughter and sell meat.

Ho ho ......ho

So early in the morning, I heard the sound of him sharpening his knife, and this movement should have been indispensable for passers-by to look sideways, but the fact is the opposite, people passing by are all tilting their heads, as if avoiding him.

There was only one middle-aged man in a Confucian costume who was quite bookish and stayed by him to watch his series of actions.

"Haha! Immortal, this time the little one is bothering you. Butcher Zheng smiled at the Confucian scholar slightly, smiling flatteringly, but with his tall man and bearded black beard, it was also disgusting.

The Confucian scholar in front of him was also a monk.

A few days ago, Zheng Butcher bought this cow from an old man surnamed Wang, and was about to slaughter it, but the cow was speechless and angry, but it really scared him. Fortunately, the Confucian priest passed by here to restrain the cow, so that he dared to pull the cow out into the street and slaughter it again.

Naturally, he also respected this Confucian scholar in every way.

And the neighbors heard that it was a bull demon, but they didn't dare to approach here.

"It's not a big deal...... It's just that there are demons doing evil, and it is my responsibility. The Confucian didn't have much of a shelf, and said with a serious expression as he stared at the green bull.

Mo Wunian and his party also happened to pass by here, but they saw an old man limping and pulling one leg to run in front of the green cow, and cried at the cow.

And behind the old man, two young men also ran over, and they looked a little similar to the old man, like his son.

This old man is also the old man.

The two sons couldn't help but say that they were about to pull Wang Laohan away, but he turned around and "snapped" twice, slapped each of them, and scolded: "Lao Qing is our life-saving benefactor, you two unfilial beasts, what do you do? Just because you owe this surnamed Zheng a few taels of copper, you gave it to him?"

The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and he slapped each of his two sons again.

"Old man...... This is a bull demon!" the Confucian man came over to explain to the old man, and the word "demon" was also very heavy in his mouth.

Wang Laohan's old eyes flashed with tears and said, "I don't care! It saved our family's life!"

That winter, although he was in the prime of life, and his legs and feet were good, but the bad years also caught up with a famine year, and he starved everywhere...... The family has not eaten enough for more than ten days.

In order to have food and clothing, he went out to hunt some game, but unfortunately fell into a mountain stream and broke his leg.

Seeing that the family was about to starve to death, he was also thinking about slaughtering the green cow to satisfy his hunger, but in the wind and snow, he didn't know where to resist a bag of grain, so that their family survived the winter of that famine year.

Since then, he has also treated this cow as a relative, even closer than his own son!

But he also gave birth to two sons who were not educated and unskilled, and the family's not very wealthy family was quickly squandered by them, and he owed a lot of gambling debts...... In order to repay the debt, they pulled the cow and gave it to the Zheng butcher.

The old man even cried and scolded and told the previous things, and asked someone to comment on it, but it was a pity that the people in the town only regarded this cow as a man-eating monster, where did they dare to care, straightened up and walked quickly through here.

Mo Wunian can also see that this green cow is the same bull demon, and it is still a bull demon in the Yin Void Realm, is such a bull demon willing to be slaughtered like this?

He didn't think about it anymore and decided to read it first.

Although the son surnamed Li often does things by temperament, he is also a more chivalrous person, he looked at Xiaohu and Mo Wunian, and he was bold enough to decide to fight the old man.

Looking at Xiaohu is to show himself, but looking at Mo Wunian is also where his confidence lies, after all, he is also an immortal no matter how he says!

"Old man...... I'll take care of this for you!" he said, drawing the sword at his waist, both golden and aggressive.

But the Zheng butcher was also a master who had seen a lot of blood and was arrogant, and he took up the one-foot-long cattle slaughtering knife in his hand and sneered viciously: "You don't know anything...... I'm going to kill a demon, and you have to get used to it?"

After that, he easily pushed the son surnamed Li with his tall and big hand, and immediately stepped on him, so that he screamed.

"Fellow Daoist...... Mixed up with two demon clans, but it's a bit unusual?" The Confucian scholar's eyes were also vicious, and he saw through the identities of Xiaohu and Lao Yuan at a glance, and looked at Mo Wunian with questioning in his tone.

He may not be malicious, nor is it intentional, but the contradiction between the human race and the demon race is something that has not been resolved for a long time, and in the eyes of people, demons must be evil, on the contrary, in the eyes of demons, people are the same.

"So what?" Mo Wunian's faint tone was answering him, but his gaze fell on the bull demon, which didn't seem to be respectful at all.

"Daoyou is also a little obsessed!"

"Hmm...... Let's find out. ”

Confucianism is also like a sour Xiucai who reads books, and if he believes that the reason of death will not change, Mo Wunian knows that the explanation is superfluous.

The realm of Confucian cultivation was also revealed, but it was a monk of the Seven Realms of Yin and Void, and he made a move towards the void with his hand, and immediately the sky above Yaoguang Town darkened.

A barrier was also erected around the entire town, and the road to Siye was blocked upside down in the town.

"Why should Daoyou be obsessed? The demon race and the human race have always been like fire and water! Why do you have to protect them? Seeing that Daoyou's cultivation is not low, he is a person who understands, but if you have to understand and pretend to be confused, I can only explain it to you!" The Confucian was already a little angry, but he still suppressed his anger and said to Mo Wunian patiently.

"Then let's be reasonable. Mo Wunian felt that reasoning with him was in vain.

Some thoughts have long been ingrained in his subconscious...... He decided that it was reasonable, but he couldn't get it back with all his might.

......

The son surnamed Li was trampled under the feet of Zheng Butcher, unable to move, unable to turn over, and waving his hands and feet at will was indescribably funny.

In fact, in normal times, he might have shouted for mercy a few times, but after looking at the little fox, he suddenly gave birth to a kind of stubbornness, and even if he was stepped on, he didn't say a word.

Wang Laohan also wanted to help him, but he was old and old, and secondly, he was powerless when he was pulled by his two sons.

"You kid really don't have long eyes! The immortals have said that this is a head demon! Why do you have to be stubborn?" Like that Confucian scholar, the long-standing contradictory thoughts between the demon race and the human race are also deeply ingrained in his heart, and it is impossible to eradicate or disappear, on the contrary, it is only getting more and more prosperous!

"Bullshit!" Since leaving the town where he lives, the son surnamed Li has seen all kinds of strange things since he followed Mo Wunian all the way, plus he is originally a little cynical, and he will not distinguish between demons and people!

He just felt that Zheng Tuhu had done something wrong, so he was going to do justice, but it was also in vain that he had read so many books about strange people, and he was not a chivalrous or immortal himself, so he was naturally deflated, and he became such an embarrassed appearance that makes people cry and laugh now.

"Little fox...... Go and help Mr. Li!"

"Oooh!"

Lao Yuan and Gongzi surnamed Li got along, and they also felt that his surname was not bad, so they asked Xiaohu to help him.

The little fox looked petite, soft and weak, but he could barely be regarded as a demon clan with cultivation, so he easily grabbed the Zheng butcher and fell to the ground.

The son surnamed Li slowly got up from the ground, straightened his clothes and looked a little embarrassed, blushing and smiling embarrassedly and shyly.

He has heard and seen a lot of stories about heroes saving beauty, but today it is the other way around...... Thinking of this, his face became more and more red.

Xiaohu didn't understand what kind of emotion he was, so he blinked at her with a pair of smart big eyes and said, "I really don't understand you!"

Lao Yuan laughed when he heard this, but the son surnamed Li lowered his head more and more, and he wanted to bury it in the soil.

......

Without too many words, Mo Wunian and the Confucian scholars fought.

The Confucian quickly punched out three fingers one after another, and accordingly, three huge forces came down from the top of Mo Wunian's head, just like the three extremely weighty heavens pressed down, and the space was constantly compressing and deforming.

And these three fingers are also covered by the four fields when they are played, but after they are hit, they shrink together sharply and finally only shrink to a few square sizes, which can be described as extreme and exquisite in power.

But looking at these, Mo Wunian didn't mean to drag it out too much, he took out the tip of the sword and pointed at it, and immediately the triple power fell apart, and the Confucian immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground after stumbling.

These three fingers condensed his cultivation, and he paid attention to breaking through ten thousand methods with one force, or he would lose directly...... Either win outright!

"Although the cultivation of Taoist friends is lower than me...... But in the end, it is better than me!" When he said this, he said admiring and unwilling, and two extreme emotions were manifested in him.

He was convinced to lose to Mo Wunian, but he was a hundred unwilling to let the demon who should be killed go!

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