"Senior Brother, what are you looking at?" Dao Yuan hurriedly stepped forward, blocking the sight of Senior Brother Jiu, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Oh my God!" Senior Brother Nine pushed away the Dao Yuan, looked up to the sky and sighed, and wailed: "Seventh Senior Brother's Wenying Bodhi, Second Senior Brother's 80,000-year-old Huang Jing, and Twelfth Senior Brother's 90,000-year-old Niuzi...... And my ...... And my ...... How is my 70,000-year-old mushroom with you?"

Senior Brother Nine rushed over, tears of distress in his heart: "Tyrannical Heavenly Things! Violent Heavenly Things! My 70,000-year-old mushroom can mature in another 20,000 years, and at that time, it will be transformed into an elixir that seizes the creation of heaven and earth, and it can increase tens of thousands of years of mana out of thin air, and it was actually picked by you in advance......"

"Division...... Elder brother...... Are you mistaken?" Dao Yuan said weakly, "I don't think this is at all like your fungus pool." ”

"Eight Treasures Horn, Aoi Ben, Zhi Chu, Ghost Grass, and ...... Radiance" Every time he called his name, the fourth senior brother's heart throbbed a little, he held his chest, his eyes were red, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Dao Yuan: "Dao Yuan!! have you hollowed out all the elixirs in my mountain!! I will fight with you! I can't spare you this time!"

"Senior brother spare your life! Senior brother spare your life!" Dao Yuan didn't say a word, and immediately turned into a light and flew away.

"It's not just my elixir, but all the elixirs of all your senior brothers have been ruined by you! You great scourge! You, the witch of the Lingtai Wonderland, today I will fight with you to the death with the ancestor to punish you!" Senior Brother Jiu carefully picked up his own medicinal materials, carefully wiped them, and put them in his sleeves, the corners of his distressed eyes twitched.

This elixir was picked before it was ripe, and it was simply a tyrannical thing.

"Dao Yuan !!" Senior Brother Jiu roared angrily, turning into a light and flying up: "Senior brothers, there have been thieves in the mountains, don't cultivate, come out and take a look." ”

A roar spread all over the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and the next moment the wolf in the whole mountain cried and howled, a heart-rending scream, and the listeners wept and were sad.

"Oh my God, who stole my yellow sac!!"

"Why is my 80,000-year-old smokewood gone?"

"Who was killed by a thousand knives actually stole my spiritual spring!"

"Who stole my locust wood......

A scream spread throughout the entire Holy Realm, Yang Sanyang looked at the light in the mountains, and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Dao Yuan is guilty of public anger this time! The elixir in the mountain was emptied by it, so it's strange that the senior brothers are not angry." ”

"Dao Yuan! Dao Yuan! You come out for me!"

"Dao Yuan, you are simply too deceitful!"

"Scourge Dao Yuan, you quickly return my elixir!"

“......”

A group of disciples harnessed the clouds and mist and descended on the place where the Dao Edge was, their voices filled with countless angers.

"Seize the edge of the Dao, don't let that scourge run away!"

"Tell her to accompany us with the elixir!"

"Catch her!"

“......”

The mountains were shouting and noisy, and in an instant, Yang Sanyang did not dare to stay in the mountains for a long time, and took a step towards the peak of morality.

He was a little angry, and he wanted to seek justice for Daoyuan!

Dao Yuan was implicated by him too deeply and too miserably, if he was a man, he shouldn't have let Dao Yuan suffer so much.

Moral peaks

Yang Sanyang walked up the mountain with a gloomy face, and saw Daoyi Pan sitting on the top of the mountain from a distance, swallowing clouds and spitting out fog to cultivate spells.

Compared with the misery of Daoyuan, at this time, Daoyi is ruddy and comfortable.

"Morality!" Yang Sanyang shouted through gritted teeth.

"What is that brute making all the more fuss about?" said Daoyi coldly.

Looking at the elixir and spirit fruit placed around Daoyi, Yang Sanyang was furious, and was about to step forward to question this guy, only to hear a bell ring at the patriarch's podium, which made his footsteps stop, and his voice was cold and murderous: "Good! Good! Good! It's really good! Dao Yuan doesn't hesitate to lose the origin test medicine for you, but you live comfortably and comfortably here, it's just very good!"

"It turned out to be you, a brute, you don't cultivate in the mountains, why did you come to me to bother?" stood up slowly and logically: "The patriarch's sermon is about to begin, and I don't have time to fight with you, a brute." ”

After tidying up his clothes, he took a step forward in morality, came to Yang Sanyang, and looked at him mockingly: "I know what you think in your heart, but there is no way, Dao Yuan just likes me! She would rather pay for me, but some people only have envy! You better die as soon as possible, Dao Yuan will never like you as a brute." ”

As he spoke, Daoyi stepped past Yang Sanyang and rushed towards the peak of the patriarch's preaching.

"Squeak~" Yang Sanyang's face was blue and white for a while, and the murderous intent around him was so strong that it almost turned into substance, and he spat at the back of Daoyi: "Phew, scumbag!"

The pain of pregnancy beads stimulated his heart, causing a killing and manless abuse to rise in his heart, but he knew that this was in the mountains, and it was not good to fight with the same door after all.

"Don't force me, I'm afraid you can't afford the consequences!" Yang Sanyang had a cold killing intent hanging on the corner of his mouth, turning into a rainbow light and heading towards the ancestral hall.

In front of the altar, a group of figures had gathered, and all the senior brothers were gathered in one place, all of them saliva spurting wildly to attack the Dao Yuan, one by one holding a half-baked elixir, and their eyes were full of pathos.

Is it easy for people to cultivate an elixir?

You've been ruined like this!

Still unreasonable?

"It's okay! It's okay! Senior brothers are collecting debts everywhere, and it's a good thing not to give Dao Yuan time to refine medicine, so as not to poison him to death!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes and stood aside silently, deciding in his heart that he would never stand up for Dao Yuan this time.

Looking at morality, he sat cross-legged on the futon with an indifferent face, his eyes closed and he didn't seem to hear everyone's discussions, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

backyard

The patriarch looked at the dark skin and the thin Dao Yuan like a skeleton, but he was speechless for a while.

Dao Yuan fell to his knees, and his voice was full of fear: "Master, master, you have to save the apprentice this time...... In vain...... This time it really provoked the anger of the public. ”

The patriarch rolled his eyes, his eyes were full of helplessness: "What can you do as a teacher? They are all disciples of the teacher, and you can't be too partial, the movement you made this time is too big." ”

"But master, the apprentices are going to die, and this three disasters will definitely not be overcome...... Woowoo...... Woowoo...... I won't see you again......" Dao Yuan knelt on the ground and cried, his voice miserable and helpless.

"You...... You criminal, come here again!" the patriarch shook his head helplessly: "Evil! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Tong'er, and Tong'er understood it, and walked out of the backyard viciously, came to the front of the main hall, and looked at the noisy disciples, whose voice was like thunder, and made people's hearts tremble: "The patriarch's sermon is imminent, and you have to wait for a noisy rest, otherwise don't blame me for expelling you from the altar." ”

"Tong Errong, I have something important...... "The sixth senior brother spoke, wanting to say something.

"Shut up, if you dare to be verbose, I'll fork you out!" Tong Er scolded.

The boy was fierce and vicious, and the senior brothers suddenly wilted, not daring to say more, and the sixth senior brother walked back to his seat dejectedly.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Wa carefully tugged at Yang Sanyang's sleeve.

"It's not the fault of Dao Yuan!" Yang Sanyang shook his head helplessly: "Wait and see a good show." ”

Everyone sat down, the needles in the hall could be heard, only the sound of footsteps could be heard, the patriarch slowly walked in from outside the hall, followed by the Taoist edge of the same step, at this time the face was as worried as a frightened deer, scanning the senior brothers in the field.

"Hey, what is that guy who doesn't look like a ghost but not a ghost? Could it be that he is a new disciple of the patriarch?"

"It's ugly, it's uglier than Dao Guo, how can the ancestor collect this group of strange things!" the sixth senior brother muttered.

"It's really weird, the ancestor is going to accept apprentices again?"

“......”

The senior brothers in the audience talked a lot, looking at the 'thing' that seemed to be a lonely ghost, but they didn't recognize it, and the 'thing' in front of them was the fate they were looking for.

Dao Yuan sat down beside the patriarch, and the patriarch stepped onto the podium, swept past the disciples, and his eyes fell on Yang Sanyang: "Dao Guo, why did you lose so much in your qi and blood foundation?"

"Returning to the patriarch, the disciple is refining a magic weapon, and it needs to be conceived with the three treasures of essence and spirit" Yang Sanyang hurriedly stood up, knelt down in the main hall and saluted.

Hearing this, the patriarch looked at Yang Sanyang seriously for a while, and said as if he had something to say: "You have boundless luck, you have a bright future in this life, and your children's love is not as important as your own ability." You are the most gifted among all the disciples, and even if you are a true god of Daluo, you are also expected to ascend. No matter what happens in the future, I hope you can calm down and don't destroy yourself. ”

Yang Sanyang's heart tightened when he heard this, and suddenly a sense of foreboding arose, and he was about to say something, but he saw the patriarch waving his hand, signaling him to return, and not giving him a chance to ask.

Yang Sanyang was full of doubts and held back, sitting on the futon, thinking secretly in his heart, wanting to start a hexagram, but he couldn't parse it.

"The day before yesterday, a saint was born, and he eliminated the calamity in front of Buzhou Mountain, defeated the demon ancestor, and all living beings in the great wilderness worshipped him!" the patriarch opened his mouth and swept over the disciples in the hall: "The saint has the scripture "Amitabha Sutra" handed down, which contains the wisdom of the saint and the fruit of the Tao. If you have gained from the Amitabha Sutra in recent years, I will talk about it today and teach it for you!"

When the words fell, the patriarch began to preach the Amitabha Sutra, and countless mysteries came out from his mouth from shallow to deep.

Next

Yang Sanyang shook his head and thought to himself: "It's too shallow, what the ancestor has comprehended is just the surface, and the Amitabha Sutra is the fruit of the saint's path, how can it be so simple?"

He didn't have the heart to listen to the sermon, and at this time he was all thinking about the meaning of the patriarch's words.

"What do you mean, a character like the ancestor would never talk a bunch of nonsense to me for no reason!" Yang Sanyang pondered.

Since you open your mouth to mention something, it must have a deep meaning.

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