The ruins of the Xianlong Sword Sect. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As it had been at the beginning, a thick wall of wind and sand was wrapping it, and the sky above was black and pressing, like fog and smoke, and it was very low from the ground.

The abandoned Qianmen Square and the ruined buildings seem to have been weathered for thousands of years, adding a layer of residual frost. The surrounding trees, lush and lush, have grown a lot more than some time ago, and in just a few days, it seems that they have grown for several years.

In front of the huge wall of wind and sand, a goose yellow figure looked small, she came to inspect again, trying to figure out the incomprehensible doubt in her heart, but the wall of wind in front of her gave her a boundary, and she could not enter it.

She paced back and forth, tossing and deliberating, and finally raised her hand and opened her arms, a blue light flashed, and the pipa "Mo Jue" was already in her arms, and there was no other way to use her true power to open the way through this powerful wind wall, but she would not stop because of the difficulties and obstacles.

"Amitabha, donor, stay!" a dull voice came.

I don't know when, an old monk appeared on the side of the broken wall, looking at his robe with bright colors, not to provoke a trace of dust, the word "Buddha" on the hat on his head reflects the golden light, and the emerald green rosary in his hand.

Xuantong stopped exercising, turned her face to look at the thin and old monk, her evil cheeks were surprised, and asked, "I don't know what the master is doing, why do you want to stop me from entering?"

"The poor monk's name is Huiren, and he sees that the female donor's nature is not bad, so he called the female donor not to be offensive. The old monk said apologetically, glanced at the ruins of the Xianlong Sword Sect again, and sighed unhurriedly, "Amitabha, the Xianlong Sword Sect, which has always been upright, has now ended up like this, which is really sad and lamentable. This place is isolated from the world, and the impure atmosphere is strong, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, and it is difficult to get out if it is easy to enter. ”

Xuantong didn't want to listen to the persuasion, but the last sentence made him hesitate, there are too many eccentricities in the ruins of the "Xianlong Sword Sect", there is no wind wall when he entered last time, and the two people he met in it have the strange cultivation of centipedes and scorpions, this kind of true yuan change situation is the first time he has encountered it, at that time, if he hadn't reacted quickly, I am afraid that it would have become a meal for the two poisons. Now, the old monk seems to understand the situation, coupled with his own personal experience, he decided not to act rashly. The most puzzling thing is that the two people encountered in the ruins are neither positive nor demonic, and they don't know what the way is.

Xuantong showed a wicked smile on her face, changed her tone, and said, "To go in or not to go in, that's my business, as a monk, how wide should the master manage all the roads?"

Huiren clasped his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, sin and sin!"

Xuantong originally didn't dare to move this wall of wind and sand, but now she decided to make a big move. The evil smile slowly disappeared, with a wave of his right hand and a left arm, the "Demon Jue" pipa responded to the blue light action, the string vibrated sound, and a wonderful song was played, and the invisible sound turned into air waves, forming a cone-shaped air flow, pushing towards the wind wall, which was bound to pierce a hole in the wind wall.

With the approach and compression of the cone-shaped airflow, the wind wall began to shrink and deform, gradually showing a cone-shaped depression, so that it was pierced in a blink of an eye, but under the compression of the cone-shaped airflow, the wind wall changed, a huge force began to rebound, and the cone-shaped depression was filled little by little, until it was the same, and it did not stop there, but resisted outward, and the wind wall has become a state of outward expansion, and a hideous face formed by the wind and sand looked angrily at the beautiful shadow in front of it.

Xuantong did not stop because of this, but strengthened the resistance of Zhenli, the strings were plucked, the music was loud and awake, and the light was as clear as a blade, which was enough to tear everything in front of him.

The face, which only had vague facial features, began to be angry, opening its toothless mouth, like a bottomless black hole, and the extremely strong cone-shaped air flow began to deflect as soon as it entered its mouth, and instantly disappeared into nothing.

Xuantong saw that the situation was not good, and immediately wanted to withdraw and go back, but the bottomless toothless mouth seemed to eat her, and she bit her tightly, so she couldn't get rid of it and was sucked into her mouth.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

In the middle of the two, a golden light suddenly appeared, blocking it from the middle.

Xuantong had a chance at this time, and immediately retreated to ten zhang away, before daring to stop and breathe a sigh of relief. When I thought of this question, I looked up and saw that it was the old monk just now, and I smiled uncontrollably, and I wanted to see how deep and thick his Dharma cultivation was.

The face was so angry that it burned with rage and flames, and it reflected the surroundings red. His eyes flashed red, the wind and sand were condensed by gravity, and the face grew several times in the blink of an eye, rushing towards Huiren.

"Evil obstacles, it's incorrigible, Amitabha!" Huiren scolded, slowly closing his eyes and reciting a mantra in his mouth.

Originally, there was nothing, and when the incantation was recited, a big Buddha from nowhere came from, sitting on Huiren's body, with a golden glow all over his body. Among the golden Buddhas, Huiren turned his palms down, only to see that the big Buddha also moved, and between the palms, the palms changed sharply. Although the face was already large, in the palm of the Buddha's hand, it appeared to be the size of a fly.

That face was frightened, and it was too late to dodge, but it had already slapped down with a palm, and with a loud bang, the sand and rocks were flying, and the sky and earth seemed to shake for a long time before they stabilized.

Xuantong was stunned by this scene for a long time before reacting, and had to admire the old monk in front of him in his heart, he really didn't expect him to have such an extraordinary Buddhist cultivation, and it was the first time he had encountered it, if he could help him enter the "ruins of the first dragon", it would definitely not take too much effort, maybe he would use Buddhism to get rid of the poisonous beast in it.

Besides, Xuantong went to rush to the ruins, originally to lure the old monk to take action, the purpose was to see how deep and thick his Buddhist cultivation was. When I saw him for the first time, I felt that Buddhism was very strong, and now I firmly believe in it.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Huiren's closed eyes slowly opened, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he turned around and said: "Among them, the sins are deep, and the impure qi gathers, so it's better for the female benefactor not to enter." ”

As soon as he turned around and was about to leave, Xuantong hurriedly stepped forward, saluted, and said, "Master, since you know that there are too deep sins in it, why don't you get rid of these sins, or do the way for heaven, save the suffering, save the world, and save people, in this way, the master's merits are immeasurable." ”

Huiren sighed lightly, did not agree, and then said: "The female benefactor is upright, which is admirable, but don't enter the ruins of Xianlong, the poor monk can't help it, otherwise he will help you in, why let you force the poor monk to make a move!"

Xuantong's scheming was broken by a word, and she only felt that the roots of her ears were hot, and at the same time, she also guessed in her heart: It turns out that the master has already had a unique vision! However, I have heard that the Buddhists have opened the "Wisdom Eye", which requires supreme cultivation and great merit, and is enough to qualify for the heavenly Buddha, so who is this mysterious monk in front of him?

"Master, I was wrong, please forgive me!" Xuantong dared to admit his mistake, and even wanted to talk to him.

"The benefactor doesn't have to blame herself, and there's nothing wrong with it. In the world, wrong and right are just relatively speaking, and it is not clear to distinguish. Hui Ren turned around and left, leaving only a meaningful sigh: "Amitabha, good, good! ”