In the Reclining Buddha Temple on the Boulevard Mountain, Xuan Ming knelt alone on the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looking at the Buddha statue high above, Xuan Ming had an indescribable complex feeling in the depths of his heart. He has been in this place for decades, from when he was a child when he was brought by his master, to now he is already an old man in his old age, and his affection for this place is deep beyond the comprehension of others. Originally, he thought that he would sit like his master, but in the dark he met Zhang Yang. With his help, he stumbled to the threshold of that step, which he had never dared to imagine. After Zhang Yang's guidance, Xuan Ming has been concentrating on cultivation, and today he is finally going to get to that point. No matter what others think, Xuan Ming is already very satisfied, and it is worth it for him to be able to get to this day, even if the tribulation fails, he is very grateful to Zhang Yang for this opportunity he has brought him.

"Why hasn't Uncle Zu come yet?" The Duowen outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall was extremely anxious, he looked out of the door for a while, and then looked at the master in the hall. Duowen has been following Xuanming for many years, and now that the master's practice has finally come to fruition, Duowen is sincerely happy for the master. But on the other hand, after the master succeeds in the tribulation, he will definitely leave the temple of the reclining Buddha, what should he do when the time comes?

"Master Duowen. Mr. Situ and his entourage Hong Du walked over, "Where is Master Xuanming?"

"The master is still chanting in the main hall. Duowen said.

"It's rare for a master to be so calm, and it's really incomparable to us. Mr. Szeto sighed.

looked outside, Duowen still didn't find a shadow of Zhang Yang, maybe Uncle Zu won't come over tonight.

Mr. Situ noticed Duowen's movements, and he asked a little strangely, "Master Duowen, is there anyone else coming later?"

Duowen hurriedly shook his head, Mr. Situ didn't ask any more, he looked at Xuan Ming in the main hall as usual, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Whew!" the wind was stronger than before, and the smell of dirt could already be smelled in the air, and it seemed that heavy rain was coming.

"Master Xuanming is out!" Hong Du on the side suddenly said loudly.

"Master!"

"Master Xuanming!"

Duowen and Mr. Situ gave a salute at the same time.

"Mr. Situ!"

Xuan Ming folded his hands and returned the salute to Mr. Situ and Hong Du, and then looked at Duowen with questioning eyes, and Duowen immediately shook his head slightly. Xuan Ming sighed silently: "Amitabha, everyone, please come with me!" After speaking, he got up and walked to the back mountain. Duowen and Mr. Situ Hong Du also immediately followed.

When he came to the back mountain, Xuan Ming stood still in front of the hut, thinking back on the past, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Master!" Duowen suddenly knelt behind Xuan Ming, he opened his mouth and didn't speak, but tears flowed down first.

"Idiot!" Xuan Ming immediately helped Duowen up, "As a teacher, you have to achieve positive results, why are you crying?"

"Master!" Duowen still couldn't speak, he only choked up and looked at Xuan Ming. Although he knew that the master was successful in cultivation, the terrible legend of the heavenly calamity still lingered in Duowen's heart. Now that Uncle Zu is not here, if the master goes up rashly like this, I am afraid that nine times out of ten he will end up in ashes.

"Master," Mr. Situ stopped Duowen, "Master, don't be sad anymore, I believe that with our help, Master Xuanming will definitely be able to get through this hurdle smoothly." ”

"Mr. Situ," Xuan Ming gave a deep salute, "whether it succeeds or not, the little monk must be grateful." ”

"Boom!" A flash of lightning flashed through the sky, and a large rock next to several people was suddenly split into a crack.

"Quick! get out of the way!" Xuan Ming said before he could finish his words, and he jumped on a boulder in the distance and sat down.

"Master!" he shouted, his eyes full of poignant tears.

"Is this the beginning?" Mr. Situ looked up at the lightning that was beating in the sky, and it seemed that it had indeed begun. Looking at the crack again, he was suddenly a little worried, this is just the beginning with such a great power, so when it comes to the back....

He didn't think about it anymore, because the next lightning bolt had already struck, and the target was Xuan Ming, who was sitting on a boulder.

"Amitabha!" chanted a Buddha horn, and Xuanming's internal force suddenly poured into every position in the body. Although he hasn't stepped into that step yet, Xuan Ming's skills for decades have been extremely profound. Comparatively speaking, Xuan Ming's strength at this time was far more powerful than when Zhang Yang had just built the foundation.

"Click!" At the moment when the lightning struck Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming slammed his palm to meet it. "Boom!" the lightning paused for a moment, and then was struck out by Xuan Ming's palm.

"The master actually repelled the thunder and lightning!" said Duowen ecstatically.

"Yes, but..."Mr. Situ's strength is a cut above Duowen, and he has seen more things than Duowen. This time, it seemed that Xuan Ming repelled the thunder and lightning, but in fact, the thunder and lightning broke a gap in Xuan Ming's internal strength, and Xuan Ming's slightly trembling right hand also seemed to confirm Mr. Situ's statement. Seeing Mr. Situ's hesitation, Duowen also discovered Xuanming's abnormality. The joy he had just felt immediately disappeared, and his face turned into a haze again.

"Shh Hyun Ming didn't use his right hand anymore this time, but replaced it with his left hand. It stands to reason that even if you can't shoot lightning this time, you should be able to take the blow. But in fact, Xuan Ming's left hand, which was full of internal strength, was actually hit and blood gushed out. Not only that, but lightning struck him in the heart along his arm.

"Woo..." Xuan Ming's mind was blurred, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

"Master!"

"Master Xuanming!"

Duowen and Mr. Situ shouted at the same time, Duowen wanted to rush over when he saw that the master was seriously injured, but was pulled by Mr. Situ, "Master Duowen, don't be impulsive!"

"You let go of me, I'm going to save the master!" Duowen struggled to break free.

"Master Duowen, it's useless for you to go over! This is a calamity that belongs to Master Xuanming, and you can't stop it!" Mr. Situ said loudly.

"Master..."Duowen burst into tears again, he looked weakly at the lightning in the sky, hoping that Xuan Ming would be able to pick himself up again.

"It's coming again!" Hongdu said worriedly.

"Boom!" the sound in the sky never stopped, as if something was brewing. "Click!" a bolt of lightning as thick as a baby's arm fell with a bang.

"Woo..." Xuan Ming on the boulder seemed to hear the call of Duowen, he suddenly regained consciousness, and seeing that the thunder and lightning were about to fall, he immediately exercised his hands and raised it violently.

"Boom!" The huge thunderbolt instantly hit Xuan Ming's hands, and then in the blink of an eye, Xuan Ming's last barrier was completely broken, and the relentless thunder and lightning hit his internal organs again.

"Wow..." Xuan Ming immediately fainted, and the blood that flowed out slowly stained the boulder under the seat.

"Master," Duowen took advantage of Mr. Situ's inattention to break free, he rushed to Xuan Ming's side and shouted loudly, but Xuan Ming still didn't react at all.

The thunder and lightning in the sky gathered again, and the incessant arc of electricity seemed to fall at any moment.

"Xuanming old bald donkey, you will also have today!" The sudden voice startled several people in the back mountain, and then a man in a black hat dressed in black slowly walked out of the shadows.

"Wan Jianyi?!" Mr. Situ said in surprise.