Thunder roared and exploded. The Dao Dao Sharp Qi Machine fell from the sky, and the golden light came from the Nine Heavens. The young man stretched out his sleeves to block the oncoming bean raindrops, and his sad eyes looked at the posture of the grass lying low and hanging down in the world.

The black tiger not only does not think that the environment is quite poor, but it is like a fish in water and can swim with ease. It spreads its wings and roars, and it can reach 30,000 miles in one breath by the wind that is coming from the roaring wind.

Above the black clouds, golden light repeatedly came out through the clouds, and the sound of warp was like rain. The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the strange picture that appeared above the nine heavens, and his eyes showed amazement.

Above the Nine Heavens, there may be a tall monk with a height of nine feet holding a round of golden Dharma seals and eager to try, and King Kong is angry, or there is a thin Taoist priest in Tsing Yi with fluttering sleeves holding a complex talisman in his hand and his eyes are deep in thought.

The expression of the Black Tiger Immortal remained unchanged, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he was weighing the weight of himself and those Bodhisattva monks in his heart. It thought for a long time, and saw that those bodhisattvas and immortals were just looking at themselves with different expressions, neither going down to the mortal world to use immortal methods, nor holding the heavenly thunder to slay demons and eliminate demons. He tentatively raised his claws to shoot it, but the immortal did not dodge or dodge, and his eyebrows were still the same. Hold the scriptures and recite the scrolls, with compassion in your eyes.

The black tiger roared with one claw, neither hitting those immortal bodhisattvas, nor being injured by the rebound of the different magic weapons in their hands, its eyes showed strange thoughts for a moment, and its expression finally understood, it laughed softly: "It turns out that they are all mud bodhisattvas, earth immortals, and they are all playing tricks that are useless." The black tiger's body as high as dozens of feet fluttered up, and it spread its wings towards those heavenly immortals and bodhisattvas.

"With thunder as the clothes and electricity as the belt, the feet are flowing and the clouds are spitting. The opening ape's eyes widened, and his solemn gaze swept back and forth from the black tiger over and over again, and the man watched for a long time, and his self-weighing strength in his heart was really disparity. He touched the ground on the tip of his toes, and he wanted to lift his qi and viscera, and he swayed upwards and held a knife to subdue demons. Helplessly, the black tiger roared violently, and the qi was flowing like a surging river, which was already mellow like a pearl, and all the roads were clear. Layers of resistance descended from the nine heavens, and the long knife that the man finally handed to the black tiger returned to its original position and returned to its scabbard.

The opening ape's eyes were weak, holding the arm that was still trembling with one hand, looking at the smug black tiger, and suddenly feeling desolate in his heart. I have worked hard to learn for many years, and I have practiced martial arts for decades, not to mention that I have become a flying immortal in the realm of cultivation, but since I can rely on my name to shock the great Chu River and the south of the lake, my cultivation is naturally not weak. But at this time, looking at the black tiger with the clouds and wind, the proud cultivation is like the girl's fist and embroidered legs, how can she move the slightest.

The mountain ape sighed softly, becoming more and more powerless.

"Stepping on the wind and clouds, gazing at the moon. This is the self-satisfaction of the millennium demon with a round demon pill, this is the conceit of the millennium demon who jumped up and sealed Sendai, and jumped down to seal Sendai" The black tiger's figure paused slightly, and his eyes were happy.

Above the golden clouds, the Bodhisattva immortals are still chanting, reciting those moral articles, saying the truth of saving the people through the world, and the immortal feathers fluttering, showing the demeanor of the immortals. The Bodhisattva's treasure light bursts, revealing the Bodhisattva's compassion.

The black tiger roared loudly, only to feel upset, looking at those immortal bodhisattvas with an impatient expression, looking at the scenery of the mountains and rivers entwined with their fingertips, it sneered and opened its big mouth, and opened its mouth to swallow a golden light that was rapidly falling from the sky. The black tiger's mouth clicked like chewing gold and iron.

The immortal's face was slightly gloomy, and he tried hard to persuade him to be good but couldn't, so he could only send him to reincarnate to taste hardship. The kind-eyed old fairy stretched out his finger and pointed across the endless void, and drew a golden talisman under his finger, just about to hit the smug black tiger head-on. Unexpectedly, the waves behind him were faint, and the golden light of the Dao Dao came out of the clouds from a majestic platform that could not see the edge, completely isolating these immortals and bodhisattvas with vast magical powers, leaving only a sigh.

The black tiger's long wings fluttered, after the thunder and thunder, the shiny fur on the forehead and neck was even smoother and shiny, whenever the black wind blew around, its size skyrocketed by one point, until it rose to the side by side with the huge banyan tree, only to stop the upward momentum with a proud expression, greedily looking at the Fengxiantai that emitted endless golden light.

On the high platform, one after another complex talisman seals rose from the tower, suppressing the black tiger that was rushing towards the high platform. It seems that Feng Xiantai, who is in charge of the luck of heaven and earth, does not agree with this fierce black tiger. The black tiger is not ashamed or annoyed, its long wings vibrate, and it faces the wind and rain, and rises to the occasion.

"One layer, two layers ......," the mountain opener shouted in surprise, until he watched the black tiger climb to the top of the second layer, and the man who was not shocked looked sluggish and desperate.

"This is Feng Xiantai......" The man said helplessly, sighing to himself.

The black tiger climbed to the second floor, still not satisfied, until it climbed the first step of the third floor, it was covered in blood, and jumped off the high platform with no strength, looking resentful.

"Sooner or later, Lao Tzu climbed up to the third floor to watch the world" The black tiger whispered to himself, turned around, and looked at the knife-wielding man with trembling hands and feet with a playful expression.

"Uncle Ben said bitterly, let you leave quickly, don't you listen? Now, if you want to leave, I'm afraid it's too late. It spoke in a leisurely tone and looked playful.

The black tiger flung off his steel tail, ran to the man in a dignified manner, looked at the man with the knife on his face, and smiled jokingly. Lifting the tiger claw as big as a fan, the energy circulates endlessly.

"From the demon pill to the four claws, the strength is self-circulating, and from the four claws to the demon pill, it is endless. The black tiger's voice was low, hehe sneered, and his upside-down forehead eyes let out Dao Sen's cold purple qi and came straight to the man.

The man sighed to himself, his face pale. He muttered in a deep voice: "Second floor, second floor, he is not the first floor, he is a genuine second floor true immortal, a true immortal who can receive the jade will" The man trembled his fingers and grasped the long knife with cold light, his eyes were full of charm, and he had no look. His lips trembled and whited, looking at the black tiger's unavoidable, open and closed claws, since the man couldn't move at all, he was stunned.

"Yuan Daxia, what are you doing?" Zhang Xu shouted, his eyes cracked, and he was extremely anxious. Helplessly, the mountain ape still stood on the knife, neither retreating nor moving forward. Stand still in a daze.

Liu Wei clenched his fists tightly, and the man who had always been calm and heavy shouted: "Yuan Daxia, I, Liu Wei, am upright, and I hate procrastination the most, and I finally emerged and entered the rivers and lakes. The first partner is Yuan Daxia, who is known as Nan Yuan. The man paused, his expression was sad, he looked at the black tiger's huge toe claws only five feet away from the mountain ape, both worried and regretful.

Thinking that this man with a knife lightly stopped the attack of the female ghost in the secluded forest, and thinking of his self-satisfaction in breaking the lies of the sunspot, he admired it so much. I admired him to the point of taking him as my own example and my own direction in my heart. But now seeing the man so timid and living up to his chivalrous name, he couldn't help but scold hard, panting again and again, until later, even to the point of jumping to his feet and scolding. But the mountain ape's expression was still the same, not sad or happy, only the right hand with green muscles and muscles grabbed the long knife and was stunned.

The blade is shiny, like a woman's autumn waves, with tens of millions of postures. The long knife was buzzing, hot and hot, the man's eyes were blank, and his hands and feet were cold.

The black tiger's expression was cold, and he finally slapped the man's face with a quick palm, and there was a loud bang, only to see the black fog and the wind gusting.

The young man's expression changed in shock, looking at this incomparably fast scene, he almost instinctively moved back, and protected the girl's delicate body behind him with his backhand, and he stood in front of the banyan tree that was already tattered and ready to fall, his face was reluctant.

"What's the matter, boy, our old man isn't dead yet, you're desperate!" the vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded, and the young man could only hear the sound of the wind, and nothing else. The boy glanced gratefully at the river carp with a red and swollen face like a balloon. He turned around worriedly, looked at the girl behind him, reached out and touched her silky skin, only to feel cold, and his hands and feet were cold.

The mountain ape grabbed the long knife that was as hot as boiling water, but still ignored it, and his face was sad. He couldn't help but think of the old man again, of his warm palms, of his kind face. There is also a strike that I thought I had forgotten but never forgotten, a sunset.

"The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. The man muttered in his mouth, his tall body was wrapped in endless black light, and his expression was nostalgic.

"Yuan Kuanliang, how can it be so easy for you to die. A cold voice suddenly sounded, and a woman in red stood in front of the man at some point. Her hair is bent, the green silk is fluttering, and she is wearing a red dress that sways with the wind, and she has no good figure in spring, and some are just stubborn to the extreme.

"You, you" The man's lips trembled, and he looked at the person who came, but he couldn't say anything at all. He only stared blankly at the woman who was both familiar to him and strange to him, as if he had met her for the first time many years ago.

At that time, the flower was full and the moon was high, but now the wind and rain are miserable, and the situation is bleak.

The black tiger's claws that covered the sky and the sun finally fell, except for the young man and girl who were protected by the carp, few were affected, and the others were not affected by the others. and Zhang Xu and his party and the five monsters of the leaves were the most seriously injured. At this moment, they are all dying, and they are dying.

In the Jingxiang Temple, the dusk drum has been beaten at this time. Except for a few monks who were in charge of beating the watch and participating in meditation, the other monks all went to bed early, and it was peaceful. In a small wall near the Luohan Hall, an old monk with white hair and white eyebrows leaned in front of the lamp with cloudy eyes, carefully looking at the tattered Lotus Sutra that had been turned over in his hand.

He suddenly realized it, closed the scroll, walked to the windowsill, and looked at the lightning and thunder outside the window, and the uncertain and gloomy sky, and was stunned. After a long time, the old monk sighed softly and muttered: "Monk I have been reciting the scriptures for seventy years, counting from the day I became a monk, and today is exactly seventy-one years. Seventy-one years, seventy-one years......" He said this several times, smiled softly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes, which seemed to not see very clearly, gave off a little light. He picked up a white paper lantern hanging at the head of the bed, stood quietly in front of the window, and looked at the heavy rain outside the house, and some ripples were released in his cloudy eyes.

After such a long time, he said to himself: "Autumn every year, a layer of rain a year." In this way, the old monk also ate rice for one more year than ordinary people, and enjoyed one more year of pure happiness," said the monk, his expression sad, his trembling fingers took out a rosewood box from under the dusty bed, and recited the Dharma.

The old monk reminisced with his eyes open, and said in a low voice: "You had to go alone to the famous mountains and rivers to find Buddhism and learn from each other, which was not wrong. But what I don't understand is why you want Wisdom to take over your robe and bowl and make my Buddhism pure. The monk shook his head helplessly, thinking hard. But after a long time, he still couldn't understand it, so he had to shake his head full of gray hair, and laughed in a low voice: "One year, one year is a big difference." Otherwise, a monk like me has neither advanced Buddhism nor exquisite cultivation, so how can he have another year. ”

He raised his head and smiled helplessly: "The one who can live to this age depends on a ninja." The old monk whispered to himself, opened the wooden box, took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, and recited the words.

The yellow Fu rose repeatedly, and the green smoke rose, ethereal.

"Master, please be safe, abbot. Outside, a childish-looking novice whispered softly with a small basin of footwater.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and was silent, his eyebrows floated, and the golden light in his eyes shone directly, like a Buddha holding a mantra. After such a long time, his withered fingers opened the sealed wooden box, only to see a golden dragon with two horns and five fingers on its head snorting out of the wooden box and entering the black cloud.

The golden light of the Tao blooms in the sky.

In the middle of the view, the Taoist priest who was meditating with his eyes closed finally figured out what the master said back then, and the Taoist priest laughed, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes. He touched the ground on his toes, sat directly on top of the Dharma of the Heavenly Venerable of Suffering, his fingers were straight, and he made a great mercy that he swore to save all sentient beings!

Wen Zhiliang's soul went out of his body, and he followed that gust of wind and went straight to Feng Sendai!

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