The Black Snow Valley Demon Sect, which was booming for a while, was still wiped out in front of the army of the imperial court, but the female demon leader Luo Jiuyi, who was the leader, and some other leaders and other figures were still on the run.

For a while, the rivers and lakes were silent, and some of the martial artists in the rivers and lakes who originally had a lot of complaints about the iron ban fell silent in the blink of an eye.

The imperial court was very strict, and in just half a month, it was to raid the family and exterminate many blacksmith shops that continued to build weapons in violation of regulations.

The infighting on the rivers and lakes has suddenly become a lot less, and their own weapons are also confiscated, and they will be used when needed, otherwise, if all of them are lost in the small fights on weekdays, once something happens in the future, won't they even be able to find the weapons they can take advantage of.

It is not only these small sects and small sects that are affected, but also the great battles of the rivers and lakes such as the five major sects, and the imperial court has not let them go.

These sects either have blacksmith shops that sacrifice weapons in the door, or they have special cooperative shops, and they are all seized by the imperial court one by one.

But after all, it is the five major sects, and the imperial court still gives a lot of face, after all, there are many places in the imperial court that need these Jianghu warriors, so if the five major sects need weapons, they can declare to the imperial court, and they will be built by the blacksmith shop of the imperial court, but there are many restrictions on the number.

This alone is to firmly tie the five major sects to the big cart of the imperial court.

The only force that can be called an exception is the Sword Pavilion, this is also because of the low-key nature of the Sword Pavilion, the rules of the generations, each disciple in this life only casts one sword, this sword takes ten years to build, and it has never been broken for hundreds of years, even Liu Ye'er is quite praised, so he ordered an amnesty, of course, it is more of a respect for the Sword Pavilion, the fifth martial arts master in the world, the sword ghost Liu Qing.

Among the big factions in the rivers and lakes, there are those who are really not very interested in the ban on iron, and the White Horse Temple is one of them, and the monks in the temple rarely fight with outsiders, not to mention the weapons in the temple, even if it is the black iron rod in the hand of the monk, the durability is much higher than that of the sword and long knife, even if it is slightly worn, it is irrelevant.

On this day, the White Horse Temple looked as calm as ever, and there were even more pilgrims who came to offer incense than in the past.

Bodhidharma Academy is located in the back temple, not as atmospheric as its name, full of Zen, just a dilapidated courtyard, but according to legend, the Bodhidharma Patriarch was here to enlighten and become a Buddha, a hundred years ago Guangyin Zhenren was also here to participate in the avenue, is to this dilapidated small courtyard to become the abbot of each generation of White Horse Temple of the place of cultivation.

Li Juexian stood quietly in front of the black wooden door, the noon sun was a little dazzling, he had been waiting here for a long time, feeling the figure sitting inside, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was a little solemn.

Finally, he moved, and his white and tender palm gently clasped the door knocker, not buttoning the door, but with a slight force, the old wooden door was shaken open, and the dust fell in a pour, but when it reached the top of his head, it naturally separated.

The sun shone in through the window, but it was still dark inside the door, as if there was no end, and the thick darkness even he couldn't see through, but at the same time he clearly knew that the house was only that big.

Li Juexian did not hesitate, because although he was a little unexpected, he still knew that the other party had no ability to threaten him at all, so he took a straight step, stepped on the wooden floor that had long been decayed, and closed the door behind his back, and the creaking moans were particularly harsh.

The room was dark, but there was a strong Zen scent, and he took three steps forward, and the floor under his feet creaked and thought, as if it would collapse with a little force, and it was soft and undecent.

He stepped on a futon, sat down cross-legged, and with a thought, the dusty candles and oil lamps around him lit up, and the stars were as bright as the stars in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the light was so bright that all the stars turned into a miserable white fire the size of a human head, illuminating every corner of the room.

The old monk squinted his eyes, wore a withered yellow Buddhist robe, and had no robe on his body, but only a face full of folds, sat quietly on a dilapidated futon, and bowed.

Different from the surrounding environment, the old monk looked very clean, and there was not a single speck of dust on his body.

"The donor is glad to be. The old monk whispered, the pitch-black ring scar on his head exuded a hideous compassion under the illumination of the lamp, obviously surrounded by lights, but the place close to him was dim.

"The old monk has the Dharma to the sky, and the Buddha's thoughts are also good, and he is a real monk. Li Juexian's eyes were calm, and his tone was rarely serious.

"Hehe, it's not a good way, looking at the donor's ability to light the lamp, I'm afraid that the Golden Crow Jue has been cultivated to an extremely high level. Moreover, according to the way of the donor in the past, the attainment of the Dharma is definitely above the old man, no, it is not right to say this, in short, the old man is far inferior to the donor. ”

A cold smile pursed on Li Juexian's lips and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The old monk's face was compassionate, he smiled slightly, and he sat up behind the bright yellow Buddha phantom himself, looking like that, he was exactly the same as Li Juexian, and said softly: "The old man has been cultivating Buddha for decades, and he only knows who the two people are, one is myself, and the other is the donor, or rather, just one person. ”

Li Juexian's eyebrows jumped, his eyes were blazing, and he looked directly into the eyes of the old monk, but found that there was chaos in them, and said in a cold voice: "You are also powerful, you can even understand this kind of thing, but to this day, you are still sitting here, don't you think you can stop me?"

The old monk always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "If you want to stop it, the poor monk naturally has some means, after all, Dusheng Tianwen Bashu is not really invincible, but when it is stopped, it can't be stopped, and the old man is also very curious, if you succeed, then you are me, or I am you." ”

"What's the difference. Li Juexian frowned.

"It's a big difference. The old monk smiled and said, "Dusheng Tianwen Bashu is a supreme book that allows people to live a second life, but if it is fused like a donor, who is the last person left? Is it the donor himself, or is it another person, if it is another person, then how can it be reborn, is it not the same as death?"

Li Juexian pondered for a long time, looked up at the old monk's eyes, and said with a smile: "What the hell is going on, don't you know if you try it?"

These days, there are still a lot of small things happening on the rivers and lakes.

The old abbot of the White Horse Temple passed away in the Dharma Temple.

A teenager in Wanzhou who was herding sheep fell asleep on the grass while herding sheep, and never woke up.

In Liyang's border army, a soldier fell asleep while standing guard and accidentally fell from the watchtower.

An assassin in Taixuanlou, during the assassination, Mu Ran was caught and died in prison.

A slave on the steppe, who was cutting mutton, suddenly stood up at the horrified gaze of his companions, with a red golden light in his eyes, and then collapsed and died.

Since then, the black flowers in Li Juexian's eyes have gradually withered, and only one petal remains, and a woman sits cross-legged on that petal.

(End of chapter)