Xiahou's cultivation is insufficient, although he has the humane qi luck to protect his body, he can't perceive the sword intent of the right talent. However, Zhou Bai's heart warmed, knowing that Hongyu had deterred the guest in the mansion for him.

At this time, on the border line, a group of monks wearing monk's robes walked towards the blank grassland outside the pass without changing their faces, stepping on the stumps and severed arms and blood sludge all over the ground.

"Amitabha. The pungent smell of rust filled the nose, and the monks walked out of the battlefield on the snow-covered grass with a crimson path, and even the eagles soaring in the sky were taken by this smell, avoiding the group of monks from afar.

A golden light flew from afar, and in an instant, it had already landed in front of the leader. The thin old monk put away the relics that fell in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Baiyun Temple was destroyed, and all three hundred and thirteen people died on the spot. ”

The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and a sad aura spread in the popularity. "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

The whispered mantra of the past life gradually harmonized, and the thin old monk also showed sadness, "Senior Brother Baiyun, I have already persuaded you not to plot Xuanjia, why don't you listen." Buddhism can no longer withstand suffering......."

The relics emitted a faint light in his arms, as if responding to the old man's words.

"That's it, that's it. Since you have passed away, then the poor monk will send you to be reincarnated. As he spoke, the old monk held up a leaf in his hand, and the dense Sanskrit characters on it hung up one by one, covering the black vortex that appeared in front of everyone.

One by one, the ghost hands were forcibly pressed back into the whirlpool by Sanskrit, and even the whirlpool gradually shrank in the squeezing of the golden light, and finally disappeared.

An illusory figure emerged from the relics and saluted the old monk, "Thank you, Senior Brother Moko." ”

Moko clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, in front of you is an alien tribe." The longevity of the alien clan will run out of time, and a few days ago it was said in the account that those who won the Qingyang Pass could succeed to their thrones. ”

Bai Yun frowned and said, "Such a vain killing is probably not beneficial to my Buddhism." ”

Moke said in a deep voice: "You are also very clear about the matter of the Central Plains. After Cihang Pudu, my Buddhism has no place in Daliang, unless the heavens and the earth are changed, otherwise there is no possibility of preaching. However, Xiahou's attitude towards Buddhism has been personally experienced, Buddhism is now dead, and only by breaking the kettle can it be possible to do it again. ”

Bai Yun looked down and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and when he gave up the entire Baiyun Temple, there was no possibility of turning back. "Everything is up to the junior and the younger brother. ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. "The long Buddha horn sounded in the grassland, and it did not disperse for a long time.

...

"Clear void seniors, fine dust seniors. Yakumo leaned over and saluted. Although he doesn't have a good impression of these two speculative people, as a respect for the strong, Yakumo still maintains the due courtesy.

The deepest contempt in Yakumo's eyes made the two old monsters who had been practicing for more than 700 years look at it squarely.

However, he is the descendant of the ancient sect of Daomen, Longhu Mountain, and the established next Heavenly Master, how can the two of them be comparable to each other. The respect in the tone is enough to give the two of them face. Although they are unhappy, they are helpless.

"Yakumo Daoist friends don't want to be so polite. Qingxu helped Yayun up and said with a smile, "Poor Dao also practiced in Longhu Mountain for several years, and he was barely a fellow Taoist, and he could just talk about it as a peer." ”

Xia Hou was too lazy to look at the three of them happily, sitting at the table and sipping tea.

"I wonder why the general brought Yakumo Daoyou here?" said Dusty as he stroked his beard and wondered.

"Did the two of you notice anything wrong with my meeting with Zhou Bai today?" Xia Hou didn't answer, but asked.

Qingxu and Weichen glanced at each other, their faces ashamed. Weichen said, "Zhou Bai's methods are too hidden, and we didn't notice it. ”

Yakumo stepped forward and said, "I returned to the division a few days ago, and I didn't get an answer, and the elders of the division didn't seem to want to make a move or tell me. After hesitating, Yakumo took out a ball of light from his arms, "After the farewell of Jinmen Pass, I will deprive the memory of that day, hoping that the two seniors will help each other to investigate the true details of Zhou Bai, so as not to be controlled by others in the future." ”

The two of them looked shocked, as god refining cultivators, the body of the primordial god had already been integrated, and forcibly depriving them was like the primordial god being torn apart, damaging the origin.

It's okay to say that the Yuan Shen was injured, but the damage to the origin really affected the upper limit of cultivation in the future. Even Xiahou looked at Yakumo in surprise, the right seat of the general's mansion was mostly staffed by monks, and Yakumo was the best among them, and he had always acted steadily and acted steadily. Now it's so murderous.

Today, Yakumo came to visit, and he only said that he wanted to see the house to worship, but did not explain the reason. Therefore, Xia Hou only now knew his determination and madness. Looking into Yakumo's eyes, the unforgettable resentment made Xia Hou frown.

Suddenly, I thought that in the past few days, Wucheng Pass, Jinmen Pass and other passes have appeared according to rare rumors, saying that the guards and soldiers have been injured in recent training and the number of injured people is thirty percent more than usual.

Things that seemed to have nothing to do with each other kept coming to Xia Hou's mind.

Xiahou, who walked out of the secret room alone, walked on the path in the garden, and suddenly the sound of smashing in the backyard came again, and Xiahou turned his mind and walked towards the backyard.

"Jie'er, why are you punishing the servants again?" said Xiahou with a frown.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the servants kneeling in the snow, Xiahou waved his hand and motioned for them to retreat. The guards next to him hurriedly set up the domestic servants with bloody faces and dragged them out of the side door.

"Father!" Xiahou Jie, who was wearing a hat, couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"You went out on this trip because of your experience, and after suffering such a big loss, don't you have a long memory?" Xia Hou said in a deep voice, "No one in your eyes is unruly, haven't you ever reflected on your mistakes until now?"

Xia Houjie's eyes flashed with anger, and then turned into awe, "Father, the child was deeply trapped in Buddhism a few days ago, just like in a dream, and recently every day when he woke up, there was a nameless flame burning in his heart, and he was a little uncomfortable, and he was angry and couldn't be suppressed. ”

Xia Hou was stunned for a moment, looking at the fragments scattered in the courtyard, his mind flashed. "When did the irritability begin?"

"It should be the day when Zhou Bai talks with his father. Xia Houjie thought for a while and said. "Buddhism bewitched my heart and forcibly planted the Buddha's heart relics for me, and the perception of the surrounding things is still there, but the spiritual wisdom is dusty, and the daily behavior is instinctively reacted by the relics. That day the relics were suddenly shattered, and the child's anger rose and could not be suppressed. ”

Closing his eyes, Xia Hou carefully recalled Yakumo's recent changes, and because of the subtle changes every day, he subtly avoided the sense of disobedience.

Thinking back to Yakumo a few years ago and at this moment, Xiahou suddenly opened his eyes. Ignoring Xia Houjie, who looked puzzled next to him, he walked quickly towards the secret room.

He seems to have grasped the most critical point, and he can uncover the key to Zhou Bai's password!

Stepping out of the courtyard, Xia Hou was in front of him, and when he turned back, he found that he had detached himself from the real world. The space made of black is directly framed in the General's Palace.

Qingxu's expression froze: "The general has an accident in the mansion!"

Three figures disappeared into the secret room.

Zhou Bai sighed and said, "I didn't want to make a move on you, but you found out too early." ”