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Liang Xin and a group of companions were ten miles away from the clouds of calamity, and everyone gathered together to watch the catastrophe."

Not to mention Liang Xin's eyesight, it is Qu Qingshi and the little living Buddha, and there are only endless thunderstorms in their eyes, and they can't see the honest monk at all, but the heavenly tribulation is too rare, and everyone regards it as a wonder of the world, and no one has to look at it

From time to time, there will be a slight sound of breaking the air from not far away, and there are really a lot of monks who come to see the excitement, but Liang Xin and the others have been hidden by Qu Qingshi's spell and most of the monks who rushed to see the Heavenly Tribulation are ordinary, and they don't know the existence of their group at all

Liang Xin has been watching the lightning for a few hours, his eyes are spent, and the initial freshness has long since dissipated, so he turned back a little boredly and asked the little living Buddha: "You say, can an honest monk survive the catastrophe?" The spell enchantment set by Qu Qingshi is magical, invisible and hidden, and Liang Xin and the others in it are free to speak and act at will

Han Chan Flying Immortal, almost single-handedly contributed by the little living Buddha, and now in this group of people, his spiritual head is the largest, still staring at the heavenly tribulation without blinking, and at the same time he opened his mouth to answer: "No one knows about this!"

Liang Xin stretched: "I can only wait for the catastrophe to dissipate and then see the results?"

Buzhou Little Living Buddha shook his head again, stretched out his finger and pointed to the large thunderstorm in front of him: "The catastrophe is gone, and I can't see the result, there will be nothing in that place at that time, no one can tell the difference, whether the honest monk has been blown away, or has he ascended to the immortal."

Liang Xin sighed: "What do you mean, "After the thunder, it's over?"

The Living Buddha looked attentive, staring at the Heavenly Tribulation, and only nodded reluctantly after Liang Xin asked again

Liang Xinke's face was full of surprise, he always thought that if Han Chan succeeded in crossing the catastrophe, there would be a ceremony afterward, such as the glow of ten thousand golden rays, the monk wearing a big red robe and soaring into the sky, he was still waiting to watch the ceremony, he didn't expect the monk to cross the catastrophe and "keep the results secret" After being stunned for a while, Liang Xin smiled bitterly: "Then what are we waiting for here? What should we do, why should we go, it is better to catch ghosts."

"Look at the catastrophe, I am chaste," the little living Buddha replied, of course

Niang Na always spoke to Liang Xin, and now Ma San Girl was no exception, and came over to comfort her in a rough voice: "Maybe the monk failed to cross the catastrophe and the thunder was not very clean, so leave us a few relics or something, that's also a baby!" As she spoke, she reached out and patted Liang Xin's shoulder, and her dirty and long nails almost scratched Liang Xin's face

When there was nothing to do, Liang Xin originally liked to chat with Lang Na, after all, this girl was so beautiful that she didn't talk to her, and she was elf and interesting, but he was too lazy to talk to the "third girl".

Miss Ma San was slightly dissatisfied, and complained in a sloppy tone: "You judge people by their appearance"

Liang Xin pretended not to hear, and his eyes directly jumped over her big copper basin-like face, and swore to touch the other companions, and then saw the second brother Qu Qingshi, who was sitting on the side, and did not pay attention to the heavenly tribulation, but lowered his head and pondered silently

Liang Xin bypassed Miss Ma San, came to the second brother's side, casually took out a pot of herbal tea from Sumeru camphor, handed it over, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Jia Tian" Qu Qingshi raised his head and responded: "He wanted to kill the monk, but he didn't expect us to be there."

Liang Xin didn't think about this matter for a long time, and immediately smiled and said: "Are you thinking why Jia Tian killed the people of the Flying Immortals?"

Before he finished speaking, Qu Qingshi shook his head and interrupted him: "I'm not thinking about why he wants to kill the Flying Immortals, I'm thinking, when he withdrew, he said, "Anyway, it's not bad for him!" Although it was his unintentional words, I always felt that there would be some deep meaning behind this sentence, but I couldn't figure it out" As he spoke, he took the herbal tea from Liang Xin's hand and raised his head and drank two sips

Liang Xin almost forgot this small detail, and when he heard the reminder at this moment, he recalled it again

Anyway, it's not bad for him? It sounds very simple literally: one more flying immortal is nothing for Jia Tian

However, this is not right, someone is flying immortals, what does it have to do with Jia Tian?"Isn't it worse than him, if there are ten hundred people flying immortals, is it related to Jia Tian? It seems that Jia Tian has been dealing with the second nine-star connection all these years, and the immortals have crossed to the east, but now he has a relationship with the people who have realized the way and flying immortals, is it possible that this Jia Tian wants to calculate the immortals in the sky?

Liang Xin felt that his brain was not bad, but as long as he pondered about something related to Jia Tian, his head was big, and he raised his hand and grabbed the herbal tea from Qu Qingshi's hand, and smiled bitterly while drinking: "Good guy, this thing is even more unreliable, don't waste your brain!"

Qu Qingshi smiled: "Anyway, it's boring to wait, so I just pondered and pondered, in addition to this matter, there is another thing, which I just thought of after seeing the monk enlightened."

Liang Xin couldn't wait to change the topic quickly, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"The eight-character inscription on the quality is exhaustive, and there are no flying immortals, but the monk is not about to fly immortals? Not only monks, for thousands of years, the monks of Middle Earth have never stopped flying immortals

Liang Xin coughed, didn't take it seriously, shook his head and smiled: "That inscription, maybe it's a curse-like joke, it may not be taken seriously."

Qu Qingshi smiled bitterly: "Put" joke, so solemn and solemn engraved on the stele, and grab a really good quality to carry, it's a bit too outrageous, right?

Liang Xin stopped talking, sat next to the second brother, and thought hard together with a sad face, and couldn't think of a reason for holding it for a while, pretending to suddenly think of something, and looked up at the third girl: "What did you just say about the relics?"

In Qu Qingshi's silent laughter and scolding, Liang Xin gritted his teeth and ran to chat with Miss Ma San

It wasn't until the third watch that the catastrophe finally ended, and it was different from what Liang Xin had imagined in advance, the clouds of the catastrophe were almost dispersed, the ink clouds and thunderstorms disappeared in an instant, and the peace and silence between heaven and earth were restored

The monk Hanzen is also gone, but fortunately, there are no relics on the ground

At this time yesterday, Liang Xin and the others didn't know Han Chan, who would have thought that the ghost monk who was not cowardly and clumsy would have survived the catastrophe twelve hours later!

Ma San girl smiled and said: "If the gourd master is here, he will definitely take four abandoned steps, sighing: The world is unpredictable" (update it as soon as possible

Liang Xin also smiled, and then changed the topic again: "It's time to get down to business!"

The purpose of them taking Han Chan to find the small temple was to track down the ghost Taoist priest and Qi Qing, and at the same time to find the female ghost head seven, but after arriving at the small temple, a series of accidents, almost no time to mention the matter of the two powerful ghosts, it was easy to wait until the monk Tian Tribulation, everyone was idle, but the little living Buddha's mind was all on Han Chan, except for topics related to the heavenly tribulation, he refused to say anything Liang Xin asked several times about the whereabouts of the ghost Taoist priest who occupied the small temple, and the little living Buddha shook his head perfunctorily: "This guy can't run away, go back and talk about it, talk about it."

Liang Xin exhaled a breath of turbidity, prayed silently for this monk at the turn of the day in his heart, and raised his head to look at the little living Buddha: "You should always say something about the ghost Taoist, right?"

The living Buddha is still a little unexpected, knowing that the catastrophe has ended, but he still tilts his neck and looks at the starry sky with his eyes, as if Han Chan will fall down" After a while, the little living Buddha finally sighed, turned his head and grinned at Liang Xin and the others: "Although the Zonglian Temple is ordinary, it is also a temple after all, and during the day, it is useless for the ghost Taoist priest to stay in it, so he will go back every night and leave before dawn."

Liang Xin was about to nod, but suddenly remembered something again, and asked with some confusion: "He is a ghost Taoist, why do you want to entrench in a small temple? Not to mention that it is daytime, it is dark, and he should not stay in the temple."

The living Buddha replied with a smile: "This Zonglian Temple, originally was a feng shui temple! In ancient times, there was a war in that vicinity, and many people died, and the yin qi was quite heavy, and later there were high monks to instruct, so they built this small temple to come to the town after three watches every day, before dawn, the yin and evil qi suppressed under the small temple will be revealed, but because the temple was built when the magic weapon was buried in the wall, so the evil qi can not be dispersed, and the ghosts and Taoists can only circulate in the temple to covet these evil qi, and they will pass every night

After a few simple explanations, the little living Buddha changed the conversation again: "But today is too lively, Han Chan crosses the catastrophe, and many monks have come to investigate, this place is not too far from the small temple, and the ghost Taoist priest may not dare to move tonight."

Within the range of these dozens of miles, there are really a lot of monks, groups of three or five, a group of east and west, at least hundreds of people, now that the heavenly tribulation has dispersed, everyone has nothing to see, they are all greeting each other goodbye, and are preparing to leave here and return to the sect

Qu Qingshi still maintained the spell of concealing his body, and said to his companion: "Let's go too, go back!" After speaking, he glanced at the little living Buddha again, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's redundant, and there is nothing to look at, so I was delayed for most of the night."

The Living Buddha didn't take it seriously, and smiled very thickly: "Isn't this what I ordered, haven't you heard of the phrase sending the Buddha to the West?"

Although he didn't have much deep friendship with Han Chan, this honest monk gave everyone a feeling of kindness, especially Liang Xin, who didn't mind sending him on this last journey, at the end of the idle business, the group was talking and laughing, and was about to set off to rush back to Zonglian Temple to catch ghosts, but just as they were about to leave, suddenly a gloomy sneer, falling from the night sky without warning, when the Han Chan monk's crossing sneered sounded, Zhang Shang was eating peanuts,

Zhang Shang is an old man who is so old that he can barely even open his eyes, the official worships the Golden Affairs of the Tianzi Academy of the Nine Dragons Division, commands five hundred capable Tsing Yi, and is responsible for guarding the mighty platform of Zhenshan and taking care of the temple for the emperor's family

In the past few months, there has been no sacrificial arrangement for the royal family, Zhang Shang is very idle, and his sons and daughters have already done this errand, so he doesn't have to worry about it at all

Besides, in addition to their Tianzi Tsing Yi, there are also heavy soldiers on the town mountain, and no thief who is not long-eyed dares to come here to make trouble during the third watch, and everything is quiet in the town and mountain

Zhang Shang picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, but his mouth was full of teeth, so he could only grind it little by little with a tooth bed, while grinding, the old man sighed, he was old, I don't know when he started, he couldn't smell anything else, and his nostrils were always filled with an old man's smell that even he was disgusting, and every time he breathed, he couldn't help frowning

Eighty-six years old? Or eighty-seven? Zhang Shang was a little confused, he should have gone home to hug his grandson at this age, but he was reluctant to take off this cuttlefish robe, and he was stunned to rely on the old man to force the boy in Shilin to take back the "thank you."

When he was sighing, he suddenly exploded into a frenzy from the depths of the mighty platform

The laughter was loud, not inferior to the angry singing when the river was rushing, tearing the Qingning of Zhenshan to pieces!

Smack, with a soft sound in his mouth, Zhang Shang squeezed the peanuts with his gums, which was not a sharp scum, but still broke the tender flesh on the root of the teeth, salty and fishy" In these years, Zhang Shang felt the taste for the first time in addition to the smell of the elderly: the smell of blood!

With a bang, the door was slammed open, and the two lieutenants under him rushed to Zhang Shang: "It's Wutong Palace, my lord,"

"My lord, I am a fart!" Raise the horn to mobilize the troops, let the birds go and summon the Beijing Division; the other party is a monk, and the cultivation is probably not low, pass the order down, besiege but not attack, wait for my order!" While speaking, the old man had already picked up the embroidered spring knife and rushed out!

With that burst of wild laughter, Zhenshan became restless in vain, the horn was clanging, the wind lantern rose into the air, and the Tsing Yi rushed from all directions to the place where the strange sound was heard, and almost at the same time, the sound of horses' hooves also rumbled from the bottom of the mountain, and the Dahong Iron Cavalry encamped at the foot of the mountain poured out

In just a moment, the Wutong Hall entered Zhang Shang's sight, and the deafening cry kept coming out from the main hall

Zhang Shang was still a hundred feet away from the main hall, and before anyone arrived, he spoke: "Where is it?"

But before he said two words, the laughter in the hall suddenly turned into a mournful roar, and then the huge Wutong Hall began to tremble, and there was a dull sound like popping beans!

Zhang Shang was taken aback, and shouted with all his strength: "Wait"

It's still two words" A roar cracked the sky, and it also annihilated Zhang Shang's broken drink, the magnificent hall was blown to pieces, and a middle-aged Taoist priest rose to the sky, dancing, screaming and dancing

Zhang Shang was still far away from the Wutong Palace, but he still felt a huge force surging so that he didn't have time to dodge at all, and he fell backwards with blood spurting blood, and the crazy Taoist priest in mid-air came into view, and before Zhang Shang fell unconscious, the last thought was: Chaoyang Demon Dao!

Chaoyang once participated in the three sessions here, and once made a big fuss in Beijing, and there were non-proletarians in Tsing Yi under the Nine Dragons Division who recognized him

The morning sun is scattered, like a mad demon, after urging the supernatural power to blow up the hall, he began to laugh loudly again, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and a flying chew released a brilliant golden light, like the scorching sun, flying around the fluttering, there is no trace of rules to follow, but the power bred in the golden sword is surging, and it is by no means something that Wu Qingyi can resist.

The chief officer was seriously injured, and Tsing Yi still persisted, but all they could do was raise the crossbow in their hands and shoot towards the rising sun, and a leader in Tsing Yi scolded: "Chaoyang Demon Dao, Qianshan Dao has been destroyed, why don't you die!"

Chaoyang laughed and replied: "How can I die? Not only will I not die, but I will also become an immortal" As he spoke, the golden sword soared, and the dance became even more violent

With the power of five steps, mortals can't resist the rain of arrows in the sky, but it is difficult to hurt the rising sun!"

At this time, suddenly another soft voice rang out from the ruins of the Wutong Hall: "Are you going to become an immortal?"

Immortal Xiang Jia Tian, with his hands behind his back, walked out of the ruins, looking up at the rising sun in the air, with a smile in his eyes

Chaoyang Rang was crazy, commanding the flying sword to fight around, and did not answer Jia Tian

Jia Tian sighed: "You kid is too calm, Dao heart, and really fragile, I originally regarded it as an interesting incident, but you listened to it as a tragedy, and after listening to it, he went crazy, causing a big movement, hey, it doesn't matter if you alarm others, you have to be careful that you will go crazy,"

He was halfway through his speech when he was interrupted by the rising sun: "The incident you said is a tragedy at all, I can't hear what is interesting about it!"

Chaoyang was rude, but Jia Tian didn't care and didn't rush to speak, but waved his hands lightly and slapped his palms gently, "The two palms hit together, just a soft crisp sound."

But under this crisp sound, a wave of pale cyan qi was seen to the naked eye surging out of Jia Tian's palm, sweeping away in all directions, and everywhere he passed, whether it was Tsing Yi or officers and soldiers, all mortals fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive

The cyan air wave swept for dozens of miles, and Zhenshan, which was originally restless and roaring, quieted down in an instant

Chaoyang no longer danced the flying sword," but he still floated in mid-air, staring at Jia Tian with red eyes

Jia Tian's tone did not change in the slightest and was still kind and relaxed: "It's quieter now, everyone on the town and mountain was shocked by me and fainted, not counting you and me, there are a total of six thousand four hundred and thirty-one people here," Saying that, Jia Tian seemed to remember something interesting, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger: "If you ignore them, after two hours, they will wake up and be unharmed at all, but if you want them to die, it is very easy, you just need to clap your palms again."

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Jia Tian seemed to be going up the steps, raised his legs and took a step up to the sky, and came to Chaoyang: "I listen to you, these people, do you want to kill, or do you want to release?" Chaoyang's facial features twitched, panting and asked: "How to say if you kill, how to say if you let go?"

Jia Tian laughed silently: "How could you calculate this matter? kill it, kill it, let it go, there is no explanation, but it depends on your mood."

After that, Jia Tian pondered again, and added: "The child is happy, get some white sugar and sprinkle it at the door of the ant nest;

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