At this time, it was getting late, and there was a small figure standing at the foot of the mountain, motionless, and the little face was full of stubbornness.

A golden light fell, revealing Li Qinglai among them.

"Sir, have you rescued the little stone?" Wutong's eyes were filled with deep anticipation.

This aggravated the feeling of powerlessness in Li Qing's heart, and the clouds swirled, putting down the small stone.

The little stone lay there silently, silent.

"Heaven and earth have reincarnation, and you may be able to see him again in the future. ”

"Sir, is there really a Netherworld?" Wutong squatted down, reached out and touched the face of the little stone that was no longer human, and a teardrop finally fell.

"Yes. Li Qing affirmed, "Xiaoshi has a pure heart, and he will definitely be able to cast a good baby in the next life." ”

"Does the little stone still recognize me?"

Li Qing fell silent, drank Meng Po soup, washed away his memory, is the little stone in the next life still a small stone?

Isn't it true that so many people practice hard just to retain their true selves?

Wutong didn't get a positive answer from Li Qing, and the flame of hope that had just emerged in his eyes instantly dimmed.

"I've heard that there is a way to bring the dead back to life. Sir, will you?"

"I don't practice enough, I can't even keep their souls, and I can't bring them back to life. "Although Li Qing has Taoist hundred and eight secret methods, these methods are not something that can be learned with a secret book.

I thought of the old peasant who died under his sword, although his mind no longer existed, but after all, it was an innocent life.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness filled his heart, and Li Qing, who was already exhausted, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sir?"

"It's fine. Li Qing waved his hand and looked up at the Thousand Buddha Temple on the mountain, where the flesh Buddhas transformed by the dried corpses were pouring towards here at night.

"Are you afraid?" asked Li Qing.

"Don't be afraid. Wutong stood up, his voice was indifferent, and the hatred in his eyes turned into a thick murderous aura, "Sir, they are all evil obstacles that harm people, why don't you kill them?"

Li Qing stretched out his hand and touched Wutong's little head, wanting to tell her not to be blinded by hatred, so that the Dao heart would no longer be clear. But what you can't even do yourself, why bother to expect a little girl to be able to do it?

Only by killing a mind can you be at ease. Didn't you think about this when you first established the concept of killing?

Li Qingyi pointed at Wutong's eyebrows, "Do what you want to do!"

Wutong suddenly felt that his eyebrows and heavenly spirit cover seemed to be broken, and endless heaven and earth spiritual qi surged over, and with the thoughts in his heart, he continued to churn, turning into a wild sea and angry waves, let her drive.

She felt that everything in front of her could be broken with a wave of her hand, and with just one thought, she could poke a hole in the sky.

The feeling of being able to do anything almost lost her mind.

Li Qing slapped her on the head, and Wutong woke up, "Sir?"

"Go ahead. ”

Wutong thought of his mother, who had become a living dead, and thought of the small stone that was not in human shape, and his heart ached, tears almost welled up in his eyes, and she held back again, and her heart gave birth to endless hatred and depression.

I'm the only one left in this world!

A mournful roar came out of Wutong's throat, and all the aura was swept by her, setting off thousands of waves of qi, which continued to roll and surge like a tsunami.

The small body of the sycamore vaguely turns into a bird, with a delicate head with a white beak, and shoes with red feet.

That's a Jingwei!

There was a crisp cry in the air, and the spiritual power swept over the sword in Li Qing's hand, Jingwei put the sword in his mouth, stood on the crest of the wave of the spiritual energy tide, and rushed forward with boundless might.

The endless heaven and earth aura all turned into a piece of sword light, hanging down from the sword in Jingwei's mouth, and the sharp friction sound merged into a wild roar, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

Countless forest trees and flowers were rolled up by the sword light, and with a light brush, all of them turned into dust. The birds and beasts in the mountains ran wildly, and the panicked screams were suppressed by the sword groan, and the sound could not be heard at all.

Only the sound of swords remained in heaven and earth.

The mountain roads, forests, birds, beasts, and the dry corpses that poured over unconsciously, including the Thousand Buddha Temple on the mountain, were all rolled up and brushed by the sword light, disintegrating inch by inch, and silently turning into dust.

A golden light swelled up, and a lotus platform manifested from it, and the Yaksha sat on it, his face extremely ugly, but his expression was extremely peaceful.

The sword light fell, and the yaksha also turned into powder, but it was reborn after a while.

"Come from the mountain!" At the foot of the mountain, Li Qing let out a clear drink, and suddenly there was an illusory mountain in the sky, endless, descending from the sky with the intention of suppression, and he wanted to suppress the Yaksha in it, and he couldn't turn over.

At this moment, a three-foot-long tiger stepped into the air.

raised his head and let out a roar, the word "king" on his forehead manifested, and under the mountain in the air, the mountain failed to fall for a while.

Jingwei let out a cry, and swiped his sword towards the tiger.

There is a monk sitting on the back of the tiger, the monk is very old, his face is wrinkled, white eyebrows and white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his body is soaked in a strong sense of Zen, he folded his hands, and did not do anything, but just said, "Amitayus Buddha, there is no treasure in the south." ”

The Dharma intention between heaven and earth was dissipated by the Zen spirit of this monk, and the noise dissipated, and there was a rare quiet.

Li Qing's figure flashed, and the clouds held up his body and confronted the monk.

The Jingwei bird flew over and landed on Li Qing's shoulder.

Li Qing touched her little head and looked at the monk sitting on the back of the tiger.

"Why did the master prevent me from subduing demons?"

"Buddha Amitayus. The old monk made a Buddhist salute to Li Qing, bowed slightly, and turned his head to look at the Yaksha sitting on the lotus platform.

Li Qing didn't feel that the old monk had condensed the Dharma, but as the old monk looked at it, the Yaksha on the lotus platform kept changing its appearance, the evil phase disappeared, the good phase increased, and gradually changed into a person.

It was a young and handsome monk.

The young monk got up from the lotus platform, stepped in the void, and walked towards the old monk.

As he moved with his steps, his appearance seemed to be constantly washed by the baptism of time, wrinkles appeared on his face, beards grew under his originally beardless chin, eyebrows and beards continued to grow and white, and when they came to the old monk, the two of them actually changed into ordinary appearances.

"Come back. The old monk on the back of the tiger smiled slightly.

"Buddha Amitayus. There is no treasure in the south. The old monk on the opposite side bowed, took two more steps, and matched the figure of the old monk on the back of the tiger.

As the two old monks fused into one, the old monk's appearance changed, his beard and eyebrows were removed, his wrinkles were reduced, and then he looked at it, and the one sitting on the back of the tiger became a young and handsome little monk.

It's just that this little monk has a big hole in his chest.

No heart!

"Are you an idiot?" Li Qing saw this dazzling scene, his heart moved, and he asked.

"The old monk is stupid. The little monk pinched the Buddha seal in his hand, sat on the back of the colorful tiger, and smiled his head.