Stacked mountains rush into the sky, in the lofty mountains and mountains that can not be seen at a glance, a moat lies between the mountains, stuck on the road with busy traffic, cutting off the east and west, majestic and handsome, it is the tiger prison that is famous in later generations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the pass, the company camped for ten miles, and 50,000 Red Mei troops camped here.

As the sky approached twilight, a bonfire was lit in the barracks, and smoke curled into the air, forming a faint black cloud in the air, like a devil's face.

In the sea of souls, the acquired seed bag moved.

Ling Yue looked inwardly and saw that the acquired seed bag seemed to have been inspired by some kind of inspiration, constantly moving, and becoming more and more violent, as if there was a tendency to break free.

He tried to use Vena Shu to cut off the connection between the acquired seed bag and the outside world, and the seed bag really quieted down.

"The acquired human seed bag has always been very quiet, and now there is such a vision, someone must be making a ghost, it could be the doppelganger of the future Buddha. Thinking of the future Buddha's Heavenly Dao cultivation, Ling Yue felt a little weak.

When Ling Yue was about to continue his exploration, he found that the Tiger Prison was closed wide open and a horse team entered.

After the convoy, a floating carriage appeared, with eight horses in front of it, but the horses were not fleshy, but were made of hay. There is a lamp on the head of the grass horse, and the light is faint, the wind does not blow crookedly, and the rain cannot be extinguished.

The aura of the carriage was familiar to Ling Yue, and he didn't have to guess who was inside. "The Great Immortal Master! The Holy Masters are all dead, but I didn't expect you to come to the Central Plains and the Eastern Capital without looking for a hole to hide. ”

Ling Yue turned into a needle and flew into the barracks, the reason why it was a needle instead of dust was because the dust was too slow, the needle could be attacked, retreated and defended, and the speed was fast, as long as it did not encounter powerful people, it was not easy to be noticed.

Walking through half of the barracks, across an ordinary military tent, Ling Yue heard a familiar voice.

"Your Highness, I got you roe deer meat, hurry up and eat two bites. ”

Then there was the sound of a big meal in the tent. "It's been a long time since I've eaten meat, and with such fragrant meat, it would be better if there was a pot of wine. Another familiar voice.

"I already knew you, since I got you meat, how could there be no wine? Look, what is this?"

"Wine, my wine!" the man said with a crying voice, which showed that he had not been doing well recently.

"Why are the two of them together?" Ling Yue was about to enter the tent to take a look, but heard a hurried sound of horses' hooves.

"It's not good, Your Highness, hide quickly!"

"It's too late!" a fierce man with a red eyebrow jumped off his horse and broke into the camp like a gust of wind. "Li Shiyuan, don't just steal Dashuai's things and give them to this waste to eat just because you have the protection of the Holy Master! Today, I must teach you a lesson on behalf of the Holy Master and Dashuai. ”

The sound of fists and feet sounded, and it didn't take long for a figure to fly out.

The man got up and shouted as he ran: "Li Shiyuan, you wait for me! Oops!" the big man was kicked up, flipped several times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Anyway, you want revenge, in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, I have to kill you first. Anyway, even if I kill you, I think the Holy Master will only punish me for a few days without eating. The knife fell, and the blade had entered the neck of the red-eyed man.

However, while the blade cuts through the skin, it cannot move an inch. Ling Yue glanced at it and quickly turned into dust.

"Pick up the edge, that's enough!" the fragrant breeze wafted, and a Confucian man walked over with two women wearing black dresses with light veils covering their faces.

Li Shiyuan put away the knife and said with a hippie smile: "The holy master is good, the two sisters are good! The most important thing is that the two sisters are good!"

"How's the Heart Sutra memorized?" asked the Confucian priest sharply.

"You say that there are many Heart Sutras, but you can't recite them backwards. ”

The Confucian scholar's face was pale. "The Heart Sutra is the Heart Sutra, what kind of Heart Sutra is that!

Li Shiyuan said with a hippie smile again: "It's just barely ripe." ”

The two women hid their faces and chuckled, looking at Li Shiyuan's gaze as soft as spring water.

"I like it when my sisters look at me like this!"

The Confucian scholar's face became even more ugly. "Helplessly, people's hearts are gradually enlightened, greed, hatred, hatred, love and evil desires. The calamities of the world all originate from this. You first commit theft, then you commit assault, then you commit murder, and finally you are even more sensitive. How much effort is this, do you calculate how many precepts you have committed?"

"The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, if there is a teacher, there must be a disciple!

"Bastard! You will not be allowed to eat for three days. ”

"If you don't eat, you won't eat, you guessed it!" Li Shiyuan looked indifferent, whistled, and walked into the distance.

When Li Shiyuan walked away, a woman said: "Holy Master, this Li Shiyuan doesn't look like the reincarnation of a saint no matter how you look at it. The saint of the year was compassionate and compassionate, except for not being able to see through a love word, jealousy and hatred, everything was good, but it was not like this at all. ”

"He is not the reincarnation of the saint, but the reincarnation of the golden cicada! He is not enlightened yet, and when he is enlightened, it will be different. ”

Ling Yue's heart set off a turbulent wave, Li Shiyuan turned out to be the reincarnation of another life of the golden cicada. "Although Li Shiyuan is unreliable in all kinds, at least he has recovered the male body of the golden cicada!

Ling Yue was about to catch up with Li Shiyuan to catch up with him, when the sea of souls suddenly turned over and overturned.

Directly above him, a hundred feet away, golden auspicious clouds covered the heavens and the earth.

In the auspicious light, a big golden hand went straight into Ling Yue's soul sea, grabbed the acquired seed bag, and pulled out.

Ling Yue was in great pain and could no longer maintain his dusty state, so he turned into a needle and endured the discomfort all over his body and fled into the distance.

"It's him, Hugh go!" The Confucian saw the silver needle at a glance, and also guessed Ling Yue's identity at a glance, and chased after him.

Ling Yue said in his heart: "It's too careless, why did you forget that in the dust state, not only does it have no attack power, but it also has no defense power." If it weren't for that, with Luo Shu, how could the acquired seed bag not be so easy to lose. ”

For the Confucian scholars behind, he was not worried. Seeing that the other party was chasing in a hurry, he sacrificed the skull magic weapon and escaped into the ground.

The Confucian snorted coldly, took out a flag, and several ghostly qi floated out of the flag, enveloping him and escaping into the ground.

However, his speed of escaping was a little slower after all, and as soon as he entered the ground, he lost Ling Yue's whereabouts.

"It's hiding again!" the Confucian immediately flew out, releasing all the ghosts on the flag, eerie, gloomy, ghostly, and screaming, and in a short time, there were tens of thousands.

"Dig a hundred miles into the ground, and find him for me!" said the Confucian fiercely.

At this time, Ling Yue was a mile deep underground, in a state of dust, and constantly moving downward. He also sensed the demonic aura above his head, and wondered if they could find themselves.

Without the help of the Escape Weapon, the speed of dust is very slow, not much faster than that of a snail.

Tens of thousands of ghosts descended into the ground and soon flocked to him.

Ling Yue hurriedly kept his mind and remained motionless.

The ghosts floated past him, and there was no trace of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move slowly.

On the ground, the Confucian scholar looked at the flag and saw that there was a point on the flag that was flickering and darkening, moving very slowly and slowly. (To be continued.) )