The reason why Xu Beiyou said this was because he knew very well that the colorless Venerable Master could be described by the old man surnamed Yan with the four words of cultivation and profundity, at least it was also the realm of ghosts and immortals, and what he could do was to use this fake identity of the Demon Suppression Hall to fake the tiger once, if he couldn't be scared, he could only escape. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old man surnamed Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he also figured out the reason, nodded and said, "Then it's hard little brother Xu." ”

Xu Beiyou didn't say anything more, picked up the sword box, and left the tent directly.

This sword box is actually a treasure, it doesn't seem to be big, but in fact there is a lot of Qiankun inside, similar to the art of Sumeru mustard seeds, and now the sword box is equipped with four swords, which are Tianlan, but evil, Xuanming, and Zhuxian, and only Tianlan and Xie two swords can be used by Xu Beiyou, which is also his biggest reliance along the way.

Xu Beiyou's figure swept again and again in the night, until he came to a high slope, stopping to look at the four directions.

There was once a sword dispute in the Daomen, and a sword sect was split outside the Daomen Ancestral Court. Buddhism is more unbearable than Taoism, directly appeared three major inheritances, namely located in the Central Plains and the most prosperous Buddhism ancestral garden, located in the origin of Baozhu country has been weakened King Kong Temple, and later introduced into the grassland and grassland shamanism fusion and self-contained Molun Temple, these three major inheritances have their own focus, the colorless Venerable Master and the two of the Buddha and the Molun Temple, it is really not to be underestimated.

Now it seems that the Colorless Master himself thinks so, and is quite complacent because of it, so he did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, and Xu Beiyou easily discovered his location.

About ten miles away, there is a temple that is still lit up in the dark night.

Xu Beiyou jumped down the high slope and ran wildly in the direction of the temple.

Nowadays, although the Taoist gate is prosperous, the Taoist temple is everywhere, but the Buddha Gate, the second thousand-year-old man, has not been suppressed too much, and even because the imperial court is afraid of the Taoist gate, there are slight signs of raising its head, so it is not uncommon for Buddhist temples to be seen in various places, and it is still very rich in Jiangnan, known as the four hundred and eighty temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is all in the smoke and rain.

Xu Beiyou came to the temple gate and found that this was not the abandoned temple he expected, it was actually a normal temple, but at this time it had been slaughtered all over the door, and the bodies of the host and monks in the temple were neatly arranged in front of the temple gate, and the corpses were purple, which was very weird.

Xu Beiyou paused slightly, took a light breath, and slowly walked into the temple gate.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall in the middle of the temple is brightly lit, and a middle-aged monk who does not look like the decoration of the Central Plains monks stands in front of the temple door with his hands folded, as if he has been waiting for a long time.

This monk was extremely handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, wearing a big red monk's robe, and a red robe of a local presiding monk, bare half of his arms, his muscles were knotted, and he glowed with a dark golden luster, and asked in a warm voice in the official dialect of the Central Plains with a grassland accent: "What are you doing here?"

Xu Beiyou stopped and said calmly: "May I ask this master, have you ever seen a woman wearing a big cloak?"

The monk shook his head without changing his face and said, "The poor monk has never seen it. ”

Xu Beiyou smiled, revealing a sense of coldness in his smile, "But I clearly saw that she was coming here, and the monks didn't speak, so the master didn't want to deceive me." ”

The monk narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Your Excellency seems to have the best Dan of the Daomen, dare to ask which Daomen great real person is from?"

In the Central Plains of Great Qi, Daomen is a well-deserved state religion, although the head of Daomen is not half a step into the imperial capital, but he was worshiped as a national teacher by Emperor Taizu, and other great people are also of high status, and are regarded as VIPs by many dignitaries.

In the early years of the Great Zheng Dynasty, the emperors of the Great Zheng Dynasty repeatedly suppressed the Daomen, which led to the later Daomen supporting Xiao Yu's uprising, after Xiao Yu ascended the throne, the Daomen flourished, and the Taoists sprung up all over the country, and the status of the Daomen disciples also rose again and again, as if they were on a steady footing, so whether there was a skin of the Daomen disciples on their bodies was very different.

Xu Beiyou sneered: "Since the master knows that I am a person from the Daomen, but I am still so trusted, is it possible that the master is also a person from the Buddhism Gate, but even if the master is a person from the Buddhism Gate, so what? I don't know, when will the Buddhism Gate be able to overpower the Daomen?"

The monk pretended to be surprised and said: "Your Excellency turned out to be a disciple of the Daomen? But there are thousands of disciples of the Daomen, there is always a high and low, the personal disciple of the real person in charge of the teaching and the fire worker of the Yanzhou Daomen naturally cannot be generalized, the poor monk once heard that there are five halls and twelve pavilions above the Xuandu, I don't know which hall and which pavilion your Excellency is a disciple?"

Xu Beiyou put on the restrained and arrogant style of the Taoist disciples, and he seemed to be gentle and polite on the outside, but in fact, he was already proud to the bones, and said coldly: "Which hall and which pavilion? Is a demon suppression hall enough?!"

The monk smiled, "The Demon Suppression Palace, the Demon Suppression Hall that suppresses the evil demons in the world, it is indeed very scary, but how can a disciple of the Demon Suppression Hall be mixed with a grassland caravan?"

Xu Beiyou feigned anger and said: "This is the matter of my Demon Suppression Palace, and I have nothing to say." ”

The monk smiled, and his smile turned cold, "If Your Excellency is a disciple of the Demon Suppression Palace, then the poor monk is the eight monks, take a step back and say, even if you are really a disciple of the Demon Suppression Palace, then what?

At the end, the monk's face was angry, and his voice roared like a lion's thunder, "Who do you think you are!?"

Like the wind, a circle of visible air ripples spread, trees swayed, and snow fell on the walls mixed with dust.

Xu Beiyou's sleeves were bulging, his toes were a little, and his figure floated backwards. At the same time, the sword box behind the back was wide open, and a sword was born.

Tianlan, who had followed Xu Beiyou for the longest time and had the most heart-to-heart, was held in his hand, and the sword qi was self-generated, cutting the monk's sound wave into two, rippling and rippling.

The monk smiled: "What a sharp sword." ”

Xu Beiyou landed on the ground with his sword, and the sleeves of his clothes that had been swaying because of the traction of the qi machine just now calmed down again, and said coldly: "Master Colorless, don't deceive people too much. ”

The Colorless Master laughed and said, "How about respecting you, and how about deceiving you?"

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "Respect me, return people to me, you and I have a good fate, if you deceive me, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

The Colorless Master stretched out his hand and said with a light smile: "Young man, use your sword, the poor monk wants to see what means you have, and you dare to say such wild words." ”

As the words fell, the monk maintained this position and floated backwards into the Mahavira Hall, and then the temple door and the temple door closed with a bang.

Xu Beiyou had a headache for a while, this colorless master was obviously a little jealous of his unfathomable identity of the demon suppression hall, so he didn't do anything to the end, and now there are two ways to go in front of him, either to break the temple gate and go in and share life and death with the colorless master, or to break the temple gate and leave, the well water does not interfere with the river water.

If he wants to fight, Xu Beiyou has no chance of winning, if he doesn't fight, he can't be cold-hearted, and he really sits idly by.

Xu Beiyou looked down at Tianlan in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly: "Never take it from the straight, not from the song?"

The sword is straight.

Xu Beiyou sighed lightly, "Okay, just wanton for a while." ”

The next moment, Xu Beiyou's whole body qi cultivation instantly poured like a flood, and the Tianlan in his hand swept like a long rainbow, directly smashing the palace door in front of him into fragments, and the whole person flew into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The hall is warm, the red candle is burning, but the solemn place of cultivation is revealing a ** smell at this moment, only to see a huge bright red carpet on the ground, there are more than ten bewitching women sitting or lying on the carpet, no shoes and socks, green silk is half scattered, the clothes are half-dissolved, the jade body is horizontal, and the white is swaying, in the middle of the night in early winter, it is really a big piece of spring.

In the midst of this white flesh of spring, a monk sat cross-legged, allowing the two beauties to lie in his arms and shoulders, his face holy and compassionate.

Xu Beiyou didn't look at those concubines and women, and the Tianlan in his hand pointed directly at the colorless master.

The monk sitting among the beauties grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Young man, although the sword you just now, although it relied on the advantages of the sword, but its own cultivation is not far from the realm of ghosts and immortals. ”