In the cave, under the faint fluorescence, Luo Xiaosang curled up into a ball, and the essence and blood on his body were gone, almost when the oil ran out, a stream of golden gas rose from the depths of Luo Xiaosangqi's sea, and along his arm, it actually flowed into the black ruler. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The black and red qi in the stick was like a great enemy, and with a little excitement, it seemed that with thousands of years of hatred, it roared and pounced on the golden qi. On the other hand, although the golden qi was also excited, it was calm, and the black and red qi and the golden qi fought together in Luo Xiaosang's palm. Sometimes the black and red qi wins, and sometimes the golden qi is pressing.

Luo Xiaosang's body was regarded as a battlefield, poor Luo Xiaosang, as the master, just recovered consciousness from the coma, and with the battle between the two mysterious forces, he sometimes fell into the sea of ice, sometimes into the volcano, and fell into the abyss in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, the golden qi and the black and red qi decided to come up and low, only to see the golden qi suddenly flourished, and it was forced step by step, and it was forced into the middle of the black ruler. Although the black and red qi tried his best to resist, he had no follow-up strength, and he couldn't resist it.

Xu is black and red qi is dying struggle, and in a flash, it actually envelops the golden qi, and the hissing sound is full of helpless pride. Jin Qi was carelessly surrounded, but fortunately, the strength was strong, and he rushed left and right, intending to break out of the encirclement.

In the entanglement, there was a sudden "snap", and the two mysterious powers were mixed together, and the three colors of red, black and gold were mixed in it, and they disappeared in the flash.

With the disappearance of the mysterious power, the cave returned to darkness again, and Luo Xiaosang's lost essence blood flowed back into Luo Xiaosang's body from the black ruler endlessly, and the atrophied body returned to its original state at a visible speed, and finally with a "ding", the black ruler slipped from Luo Xiaosang's hand, and the cave was silent again.

It seems that after tens of thousands of years, Luo Xiaosang woke up from a coma, just sat up, and saw the black ruler lying quietly at his feet not far away, and suddenly remembered the pain like falling into hell just now, and he was so shocked that he took three steps back, his feet were unstable, and he fell to the ground heavily.

Just when Luo Xiaosang still didn't have time to continue to be afraid, there was a "click" sound from behind, it turned out that Luo Xiaosang did not choose the direction in the retreat, and actually crashed into the deceased senior, who has been deceased for many years.

"I'm sorry, senior, the younger generation is unintentional, I'm just, just ......" Luo Xiaosang has been taught to respect teachers since he was a child, and seeing the corpse of his predecessor destroyed by himself, although it was only unintentional, it was enough for him to feel guilty and kowtow.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse of the predecessor has turned into ashes, Luo Xiaosang raised his head, and said in his heart that he had made an unintentional mistake, so that the predecessor would pass away without a complete body, how could he set up a monument for the senior, so that people would know that there was a predecessor of the sect who died here.

Thinking about it, he got up, bowed a few times, and leaned over to pick up the ashes of his predecessors. As soon as he finished picking it up, through the faint fluorescence, Luo Xiaosang found that there were still some words engraved where his predecessor was sitting.

"Providence! Those who see this word will be the descendants of me. The things in the box, blessings and curses, I want to bury my head in the world, but those who can endure the suffering of a thousand heads, those who are not perseverance and tenacity can not do it, attach a mantra I got from this thing, I hope to make good use of it, or can solve my hundred years of confusion, in order to comfort my soul in the sky. Blessings and misfortunes are visible only to the sky. ”

The following is a short mantra of 1,000 words, Luo Xiaosang reads hard, seems to understand whether he understands or not, between the lines of the words will be clear tomorrow, and in the blink of an eye, it is full of dark clouds, it seems to be extending in all directions, and it is full of thorns, which is unreasonable. But it's fascinating, and it's hard to give up. Luo Xiaosang was not a smart person, and it took him a few hours to memorize the thousand-word formula.

After the formula, he wrote: "Future generations will kowtow and swear not to tell the two of them about today's events, so as not to ...... Disaster...... There seem to be some other words at the end of the ......, but they have been blurred, and I don't know if the letterer is weak when he is dying, or he feels that it is inappropriate to erase them.

Luo Xiaosang kowtowed three more times, vowing not to talk about today's affairs to the two. After thinking about it, I felt a little troubled myself, and now that I am trapped here, I don't know if I can get out, so why rush to deal with the master's questions and answers.

Fu cleaned up the ashes of his predecessors, dug a pit by hand, buried it and moved stones to press it, carved the tomb of his predecessors, and the descendants Luo Xiaosang stood a few words. After worshipping three times in front of the tomb, he suddenly remembered the terrible black ruler just now, and looked around again, and found that the black ruler was lying quietly on the ground.

Recalling the horror just now, Luo Xiaosang still had palpitations, but the seniors carefully treasured the things entrusted to him, presumably they had their own uses, so Luo Xiaosang was also bold, first reached out and touched the black ruler, and saw that there was no special reaction, so he picked it up carefully.

It was slightly cool to start, just like an ordinary iron ruler, looking at it, but unexpectedly, the black ruler seemed to come to life, forming an iron circle around Luo Xiaosang's arm.

Luo Xiaosang expected that it would change a lot, but this time it was unexpected, and he couldn't break it with his hand, just like a tailor-made bracelet. The black, red, and gold light flickered a few times, and then the body of the ruler changed back to black, and once again disappeared into silence, which was really strange.

Luo Xiaosang shook the iron ring in his left hand helplessly, fortunately it was not very heavy, and Dai Zhi would not affect his work in the future, so he could only be safe.

Thousands of miles away in the east, Foxiang Mountain.

The continuous gilded roof, from the foot of the mountain has been entrenched until the halfway up the mountain, the house buildings, the morning bell and the evening drum, worship and praise, the peak of the incense of Fanming Temple, to the world to declare its status as a giant of the righteous path.

In a meditation room halfway up the mountain, the Buddha incense in the room is faint, and the big Buddha character hook in the middle of the wall shows the boundlessness of Buddhism. Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish's chanting stopped abruptly, and an old monk who was sitting quietly with a kind face and a moon-white monk's robe opened his eyes. He is the famous abbot of Fanming Temple, Master Fawu.

I saw him stand up slowly, frowning slightly, as if saying to himself, "Are you out? It's early." Immediately, he called out to the outer room: "Shanming." ”

The outer room immediately walked into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old little novice, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although he was young, but his forehead was hidden with cash, presumably his cultivation of the supreme practice of Fanming Temple Xiao Mida Gong has achieved a little success.

Xiao Shami quickly walked to Master Fawu's side, saluted, and said, "Master, are you going to end your morning class so soon today?"

Master Fawu looked at his only disciple lovingly, and said kindly: "No, just now I was in the Buddha for the teacher's sudden induction, presumably it was your uncle and ancestor who were in the enlightenment in the back mountain who came out of the customs." Shanming, you can go with the teacher to see what the old man has to say. ”

Shanming took a step back and said, "Yes, Master." Do you want your disciples to notify a few uncles?"

"Not for now, let's go first. As soon as the words fell, Fa Wu had already opened the door and walked towards the back mountain.

Master Fawu is highly respected, although he is the abbot, but usually in the room to worship the Buddha, rarely go out, this time actually in the morning class time to go out, the monks who cleaned the courtyard did not expect, have to salute.

Bypassing the layers of buildings and stepping into the back mountain of Foxiang Mountain, it is like entering a picture scroll. Foxiang Mountain is located in the east of the land of China, immersed in the water vapor of the mysterious sea in the East, the mountain is not high, less the majesty of the Tianshan Mountain, but more of the beauty that the Tianshan Mountain has never had. The four seasons are like spring, and everything is thriving.

Although it is not as wide as the Tianshan Mountain, the scope is not small, and the Master of Fawu and the little novice of the Ming Dao walked around the mountain road for two hours, and arrived in front of a cliff.

There were three rooms in the courtyard in front of the cliff, and when Master Fawu and Shanming entered the courtyard gate, they stopped and saluted the room in the middle and said, "Uncle, disciple Fawu, I know that you are out of the customs, and I have come to listen to the dispatch." ”

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then an old voice said: "Fa Wu, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, and your little mida gong has reached the superior realm, which shows that your Buddha heart is still the same, and you are not shackled by the world's false name." ”

Master Fawu bowed slightly and said, "The disciple is ashamed, and he has a lot of guidance from his uncle." ”

The voice in the room rose again, and said, "Relationship is born from the heart, Fa Wu, do you know that you are in love?"

Master Fawu was shocked, and saluted: "Thank you Uncle for your teachings, recently, disciples have always failed to grasp the essentials at key points. Uncle Duo woke up with a word, so that the disciple's heart was empty, everything could not be forced, and there was his own arrangement in the dark. ”

The sound in the room stopped, and after a while, the voice started again, as if relieved and helpless, and said, "Fa Wu, it has appeared." ”