The Heavenly Venerable of Salvation rises from the ground with great momentum. Many Taoist priests only felt a sudden shock in the temple, and they stood up from the futon without knowing what was going on, looking at the flickering lights in the room. He looked panicked and surprised.

Although this Luohu Village is located at the junction of Meiping Village, it can be said that the mountains are shaken from the past documents, Taoist history and biographies. What's more, there is Wen Zhenren in the view, not to mention the evil monsters, it is the gods who go down to the earth to exert their Taoist powers, so what are we afraid of. Wen Zhenren, what kind of person is that!

When many Taoist priests ran out of the house to look at the end, they found that there was no difference between the four parts of the temple. One by one, they were puzzled, they looked at each other, and they were all confused. Suddenly, I only heard someone shouting in surprise: "Save the suffering Tianzun has appeared, save the suffering Tianzun has appeared."

When the Taoist priests heard the sound and rushed to the palace of the Salvation Heaven, they watched the time, only to see the light flashing in the wall compartment dedicated to the Salvation Heaven, and the colorful glaze. Bursts of divine light pressure treasure, lotus flowers bloom on the golden platform. When everyone saw this, they looked at each other.

Since Wen Zhiliang came to Luohu Temple, he occupied the Taoist Temple, not to mention the daily incense and fruit and vegetable offerings, even the daily cleaning and maintenance is also extremely negligent. At this moment, the Tianzun Palace, which has been dusty for many years, has been offering incense for many years, and the purple air is rising, and the surroundings are full of light, and many Taoist priests are both surprised and afraid.

The pilgrim who first noticed the manifestation of the Heavenly Venerable of Suffering had already knelt and kowtowed, and he respectfully raised his head and looked up inadvertently, almost glaring out of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and then stretched out his other hand to cover his mouth, trembling and unable to speak. The clouds in the sky that everyone only looked at were rolling, the purple gas was vast, and the glow was faint. After a while, you can faintly see the clouds changing myriadly, there is an ancient old man holding an emerald green bamboo pole fishing at the water's edge, or a fairy bouquet chanting immeasurably, or the head horn boy holding a red cloth bamboo basket to stir the water by the river to catch fish. The picture presented is thousands, like the number of constant sand.

The Taoist priests looked at the sky vision, looked around left and right, and were a little unclear. This is the manifestation of the Heavenly Venerable. Suddenly, an elderly Taoist priest threw away the bamboo cane in his hand, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and when he had finished kowtowing, he said in a trembling voice: "I hope that Tianzun will eliminate the evil and drive Wen Zhiliang out of Guanyu!

As soon as he said a word, many Taoist priests who were only moved by Wen Zhiliang's intentions on weekdays cried for their fathers and called their mothers, and they only said evil fate in their mouths. Hurriedly knelt on the ground, bowed his head to his ears, and continued to kowtow to the wing room where the statue of Tianzun had left, and worship and burn incense. The mouth recited the Lotus Sutra of the Mystic Talisman.

The purple clouds rise up like the old, and the newcomers are not happy to cover the old bottles.

Since Wen Zhiliang has put on such a strange and strange pose, he has something to rely on. He looked at Zhao Qingfeng, his eyebrows remained unchanged, and he was still kind. He smiled coldly, and when the statue of Heavenly Venerable pierced the sky, his expression was even more desolate.

Zhao Qingfeng's expression was overjoyed, the purple on his body was even more majestic, his sleeves floated, and his demeanor was even worse every time he went back and forth. As for Wen Zhiliang, he still maintained the strange posture of holding his hands on the ground and holding his head with his feet unchanged. When the statue of the god is hidden in the golden light, the image of mercy seems to have the time to save all the misery of the world. Wen Zhiliang scolded angrily: "Zhao Qingfeng, although I have only climbed to the first floor of Fengxiantai, and I have never received the jade decree immortal seal, but the heavenly immortal is the heavenly immortal." Even if you don't stand the immortal seal, you are still a heavenly immortal. Since ten years ago, in order to climb the second floor of Sendai, regardless of her life and death, your mood has been damaged, and your realm has plummeted. Even if you have thought about it in the Sanqing Hall for more than ten years, you will not fall in the realm. Then you have also stepped through the realm of a product, and you can only touch the first layer of Fengxiantai. Your cultivation, hmph, I'm afraid that even the Earth Immortals are at the bottom of the list now. Why are you fighting with me!"

Zhao Qingfeng was silent when he heard this, he looked at Wen Zhiliang with a hideous face at the moment with a little self-blame and a little compassion. waved the snow-white robe on his body, as if to brush the dust off the sleeves. Looking at the floating Tianzun Statue and beckoning to him gently, the stone statue seemed to feel something, slowed down, and fell on Zhao Qingfeng's shoulder so gently.

Seeing this, Wen Zhiliang's expression changed suddenly, his pupils contracted uncertainly, and there was a slight hesitation in his eyes. Looking at the statue of the Heavenly Venerable Divine Statue hidden in the five-colored divine light, his teeth were clenched. After a moment, his eyes were hesitant, but determined. Seeing Zhao Qingfeng walking towards him carrying the statue, he was still still.

Zhao Qingfeng put the idol on his shoulder, he no longer stood still and did not speak, but stepped down, step by step, not hurried, full of calm. But his speed was extremely fast, and every time his toes touched the ground, he took several steps in a row, and his body was quite far away from the place before he knew it. In a moment, he tapped his toes more than a hundred times, and when he was dazzled, he had already stepped in front of Wen Zhiliang.

Wen Zhiliang saw Zhao Qingfeng stop in front of him and did not move, looking at him shoulder to shoulder, the scene felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him at this moment. Thinking back to ten years ago, when the waves crashed on the shore, the flowers were not born, and the beautiful women's red sleeves were ink. But now people are lonely, and the immortals can't be, how can they be worried.

Wen Zhi's conscience turned a thousand times, and his anger was even worse. He has strength on his toes, and he does not retreat but advances. Thinking of the woman with fluttering sleeves ten years ago, her eyes were full of sadness and heat, and she said indifferently in her heart: "Look at me playing the piano for you!"

Wen Zhiliang spit out the mantra of the fighting word, the lion mark outside the hand knot, the wind is fierce, and the Tianzun subdues the demon. Zhao Qingfeng stood against the statue and saved the suffering and compassionate.

Li Zhiyu saw Wen Zhiliang's sleeves fluttering, and his figure was very chic and comfortable. He pointed or pointed, or swept his arms, or stepped on King Kong, or walked like a wind and clouds, ethereal and invisible, making people seem dazzled. And Zhao Qingfeng still maintained the posture of carrying the statue of the Suffering Tianzun with one hand, he pointed to a hundred ends, and one force descended a hundred times. Or tap the flowers, or dodge left and right, or hide the thunder between the fingers, Wen Zhiliang not only failed to hurt Zhao Qingfeng after ten moves, but was ordered by Zhao Qingfeng to close the acupoints in the inner gate, Wen Zhiliang suddenly had a bad flow of air, he slashed down with a palm to block Zhao Qingfeng's fierce attack, and his body quickly retreated, avoiding the edge slightly.

"Zhao Qingfeng, you, you ......" Wen Zhiliang shouted angrily, he glanced at Zhao Qingfeng, who was still calm and clear, laughed maniacally, and then whimpered softly.

"Chiliang, turn back. Since things are already wrong, why should they be so haunted in their hearts. The method of my Taoist cultivation is to follow the trend and not go against the path of heaven. Why are you suffering? Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhiliang rushed to Zhao Qingfeng again with a fierce expression, regardless of the lack of qi flow in his body.

Wen Zhiliang laughed and said, "Retrograde Heavenly Dao! When you watched her die in front of you ten years ago, I was no longer in the Dao. Where did the Heavenly Dao come from in this world? If there is really a way of heaven, then why don't those saints and true immortals who have crossed the third floor of Fengxiantai come to save her. Wen Zhiliang's figure rushed out, and the purple qi rose between his fingers, like a long rainbow. He stepped down, and the purple qi behind him surged out, and with a light stroke of his fingers, the purple qi condensed in one place, turning into a three-foot Qingfeng long sword and slashing down at Zhao Qingfeng.

"Zhao Qingfeng, let's see how my sword is!" Wen Zhiliang came out with a sword, and the sword qi rolled wildly, covering the sky and the sun. He held the purple immortal sword, and the talisman on his body was shining. Standing in mid-air, the sky behind him was rolling thunder, and the dragon and phoenix were faintly seen.

Since Wen Zhiliang has accumulated his strength to the extreme, there is naturally no room to turn back. He volleyed down with a sword, and his qi flowed around for eight hundred miles.

There was vegetation and dust all around.

Zhao Qingfeng saw Wen Zhiliang's sword coming at the head, and Rao is cultivator who climbed the second floor of Feng Xiantai had to be secretly frightened at this moment.

This sword is extremely domineering.

Since Zhao Qingfeng has used the magic power of the Spring and Autumn Period, everyone in the audience has naturally woken up. They were either confused or looked at the left and right in a daze, and it took a long time for them to turn into a clear color.

"Damn, I want you to be nosy, Lao Tzu is pulling a little lady with a slender waist and a slender neck to talk about poetry, how can you, a Taoist priest, interrupt Lao Tzu's train of thought. Someone looked at Zhang Qingfeng, who was carrying the Suffering Heavenly Venerable, and scolded.

"Immortal Chief, can you cast another spell and let me go back, I dreamed that I asked questions on the gold list and became a big official. The daughter of the prefect who married the prefect is so proud and happy, but how can you interrupt. "Some people are angry and annoyed.

"Daddy!" a child cried: "I want my father, I want my mother!" The child's voice was a little immature, showing that he was in his prime, and he was the most carefree age, but the little guy was sitting on the ground with a pair of red and swollen eyes at the moment, and he wiped the hot tears from the corners of his eyes weakly.

......

The world is full of all kinds at this time.

Later, when Zhao Qingfeng and Wen Zhiliang were fighting, these people cried and shouted for their mother's head and ran away. Except for a few people, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, praying for the mercy and protection of the Heavenly Venerable. Those believers and pilgrims who chanted "Tianzun Weide, swear to clear the world" have long since disappeared at this time.

Let's say that the young man saw that the girl also stretched out his slender fingers, his five fingers were closed, but he grabbed the girl's wrist, his face was blushing, and he didn't dare to look up. The girl lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were hot, and she didn't dare to lower her eyebrows.

After a long time, Li Zhiyu gently grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her down from the rafters gently. The two were silent, each with their own agenda.

The wise monk opened a pair of cloudy eyes, looking at the scattered glass jewels and colorful jade hats, he showed a tasteless expression for some reason. He looked at Wen Zhiliang, who was flying in the sky and picking up thunder at this moment, and laughed loudly: "The surname is Wen, I lost." I will never be a living Buddha in the world again, I just need to hold her hand. After the old monk finished speaking, he closed his eyes and was silent, his face was kind, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and he showed a little more compassion.

The Huijue monk listened to the master's words, his eyes were puzzled, his throat moved lightly, and he didn't say anything after all. He thought in his heart, if this old monk didn't fight with Wen Zhiliang, would it mean that he wanted me to be the abbot of Jingxiang Temple. Then I'...... Monk Huijue thought of this, he forgot for a moment that he couldn't help but laugh. Wisdom closes its eyes and is silent. He was already frightened when many monks saw Wen Zhiliang, who was using the thunder as a sword, and he didn't care that the living Buddha and Bodhisattva had already slipped away.

Since Zhao Qingfeng saw that Wen Zhiliang's sword was galloping for eight thousand miles, Rao was relaxed and freehand, and he couldn't help frowning at this moment, looking at the apprentice with cold murderous intent in his eyes, he suddenly laughed. Throwing the statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Suffering into the sky, his eyebrows were lowered, and a finger of power came out, hiding the true spirit for nine thousand miles.

Everyone could only see the clouds rolling in the sky and the thunder in the sky.

At this time, some scholars were rowing on the big river east of Longhai County, living happily in the Wei River. During the period of reciting poems one by one, I saw a huge statue of a god with golden light bursting straight towards the nine heavens. One by one, they were shocked and forgot to refill two glasses of wine into the golden bottle.

Wen Zhiliang slashed with his sword, sensing that Zhao Qingfeng was full of strength, and there was still strength left to spare, he sighed softly, and had already closed his eyes. Thinking of the woman with fluttering sleeves, he whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you!" When the slightest warmth splashed on his face, he threw away the purple qi long sword in his hand, and he was actually a little at a loss.

"You. Why are you like this!" Wen Zhiliang said, his expression seemed to be unbelieving, he quickly took a few steps back, and his steps were tangled and he actually fell to the ground.

Zhao Qingfeng looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest kindly, just as he met him for the first time at the foot of the snowy mountain thirty years ago, at that time, Zhao Qingfeng smiled and said, "Let's go, Master will take you to the Tao." ”

At that time, the young man was ignorantly holding his warm palm, full of hope.