After the fierce battle, the mountains and forests were devastated, and the radius was covered with gravel and deep pits, and this battle could be called the most fierce battle of righteousness and demons in a hundred years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the deep pit, there was a white figure sitting cross-legged, but the white monk's robe was stained with blood and many damages, especially on the chest and back, where the flesh and skin could be seen. Of course, this person is the Zhikong monk of Fanming Temple.

It's just strange that Zhikong, who was hit by the full force of the two masters of the Demon Sect, had a ruddy face at this time, and the broken skin on his body was healing at a visible speed. Could it be that the magic of Fanming Temple is really so powerful, that it can be brought back to life and reborn from the dead?

After a while, I saw Zhikong slowly exhale and open his eyes. Then he stood up gently, and the place he saw was a mess, and I don't know how many people died in the battle. Zhikong's heart was full of sorrow, I didn't kill Beren, but Boren died because of me, what is the difference between me and I do it myself? So he lightly chanted the curse of death, and the living beings who died for no reason were exceeded.

The great compassion of Buddhism is indeed worthy of worship by the world. Zhikong monk Gui is one of the few remaining Zhizi monks in Fanming Temple, in line with a Buddha heart of all living beings, walking in the difficult place all year round, helping the needy. Now that I am in danger, what I think is still for the common people in the world, respectable, respectable.

After a mantra, Zhikong took out an object from his bosom, which was pitch black and round, like an ordinary Buddha bead. For Zhikong to keep it so carefully, of course, it is not an ordinary thing, this thing is the thing that the Demon Sect does not hesitate to send several masters to set a trap to seize - reincarnated mustard seeds.

This thing is a treasure of Fanming Temple, involving major secrets, related to the life of the world, and now the demon cult that has been silent for a hundred years has returned, and wants to take it at any cost, and must have known some of the clues.

Although he tried his best to scare away the demon cult figures, and even used the secret technique of the Southern Xinjiang Secret Clan, "the law body dies first", but he has run out of oil and dried up, and there are less than ten days left to live, and he must take advantage of this period to rush back to Fanming Temple to call the police.

After making up his mind and discerning the direction, Zhikong immediately headed to the east.

The turmoil in Luo Xiaosang's heart that had been stirred up in the forest last time could not be calmed down for a long time. After returning to Panjia Village, the master left a note saying that he had reached the critical period of cultivation, and asked Luo Xiaosang not to disturb, there was no way to talk, his mood could not be calmed, and he was almost injured during his cultivation.

On this day, I suddenly felt upset while meditating and breathing, and the screams and tragic scenes of the old woman and the man in black resurfaced in front of me, so I took my breath and walked to the courtyard. The door of the master's room was closed, thinking that his cultivation had reached a critical moment, and it was inconvenient to disturb him.

Suddenly, the courtyard is full of flowers, green grass, and the afternoon breeze is gentle. Since he was obsessed with cultivation, he didn't play in the wilderness anymore, and suddenly his childlike spirit resurged, so he walked out of the yard and walked out of the village.

Walking in the village, the villagers still pointed at Luo Xiaosang, and whispered that the little fairy had come out again, but Luo Xiaosang ignored it, just laughed it off.

Out of the village, into the mountains and forests, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are melodious, and the mood is suddenly refreshing. For no reason, I remembered my life-saving benefactor, the young man in blue, but I didn't have time to thank him, and the next time I met him in the market, I must thank them.

It is necessary to know that everyone in the world has emotions, if they are not vented, they will accumulate in the body, and if they are small, they will hurt their bodies, and if they are big, they will die. This is especially true for people who cultivate immortals, once the state of mind is damaged, the progress will be slow if it is small, and the lifelong cultivation will stop here.

Luo Xiaosang, a half-way cultivator, has no master (there is equivalent to nothing) to guide him, how can he understand this. This trip can be said to have alleviated the mood unhappiness in time.

In the forest road, Luo Xiaosang saw a person walking down the mountain step by step from a distance, it was Uncle Pan, a woodcutter in the village. Since he started cultivating Chaos Tianqi, Luo Xiaosang has found that his eyesight has gotten better, and he can now see clearly places that he couldn't see before.

"Uncle Pan, hello, what's wrong with your feet? But did you fall?" Luo Xiaosang, the people in the village, are not familiar with most of them, but this woodcutter, because he lives closely, he has a little contact, but of course it is just some daily life things such as oil, rice, firewood and salt.

"It's a little fairy, do you come out to play today? No, just now I was collecting firewood in the mountains, and I accidentally broke my foot, a trivial matter, we people in the mountains often touch this and that, I went back to paste the herbs, and it will be fine in a few days. Uncle Pan opened his mouth and smiled.

"I'll help you carry firewood. Luo Xiaosang took the firewood that Uncle Pan had just hit on his shoulder.

"This can't be helped, you are a little fairy, how can you let you do such a mundane thing?" Uncle Pan wanted to come and grab it.

"Ha, it doesn't matter, I do this kind of work a lot in the mountains. Luo Xiaosang didn't care, but Uncle Pan thought to himself, do you want to wait for the gods to fetch firewood to cook in the mountains?

Luo Xiaosang carried the firewood and walked to the village, Uncle Pan followed step by step, and suddenly said: "Little fairy, you just wanted to go to the back mountain to play?"

Luo Xiaosang turned around and said, "I'm just going for a walk, what's wrong?"

Uncle Pan took a step forward and said: "Then you must not take the mountain road on the right, yesterday I went up the mountain to collect firewood, and saw a person sitting under the big banyan tree on the mountain road on the right. Recently, there was news from the village next door that there are often strongmen in the vicinity, and the sound of fighting is often heard. This morning I walked over there, and when I saw that he was still there, he waved at me from afar, but I was frightened, and I turned and ran. ”

Luo Xiaosang's heart palpitated, and asked, "Uncle, can you see clearly what color clothes that person is wearing?"

Uncle Pan replied: "I don't really see this very seriously, I was frightened at the time." I guess it's blue, or ......."

Blue? Could it be the blue-clothed young man? Did he kill the people of the Demon Sect, was he injured by someone? The more Luo Xiaosang thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, the blue-clothed young man saved himself, and if he was persecuted by the people of the Demon Sect, he would be deeply guilty. If your life is in danger now......

Thinking of this, he couldn't hold it anymore, put the firewood on the ground, and said to Uncle Pan: "Uncle, I'm almost in the village, I suddenly have an emergency, and I have to bother you to carry it back by yourself." After speaking, he didn't wait for Uncle Pan to answer, turned around and ran up the mountain, and disappeared in three or two clicks, leaving Uncle Pan with a pestle full of question marks in place.

Running up the mountain road, I saw a person sitting under the big banyan tree from a distance, but he was not dressed in blue, and when he got closer, he found that it was an old monk, with long eyebrows and cheeks, and sure enough, as Uncle Pan said, the moon-white monk's robe was full of blood, but the strange thing was that the blood stain that should have been black and brown had an unnatural light blue.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face darkened, and there was a faint smell in the air.

Luo Xiaosang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he was quite hesitant, should he go over? The old woman in the market still left a shadow in his heart, but the master's lesson from childhood to adulthood was also firmly in mind.

People's character determines people's behavior, and people's behavior determines people's fate. Luo Xiaosang was already kind-hearted, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he decided to go over and have a look.

It's just that he didn't know how huge the impact of this decision would be on his later life, and of course there was a later story.

"Young man, have you ever met the woodcutter just now, but why did you come up again?" Luo Xiaosang approached, and before he could make a move, he didn't expect the old monk to open his eyes and smile at Luo Xiaosang kindly.

Luo Xiaosang saw that although the old monk's face was frighteningly dark, he was still kind, and his eyes were kind, a bit like a master, and he was afraid that he had fallen more than half, so he replied: "I saw Uncle Pan, and he said that someone was injured here, and I wondered if I could help." ”

"Aren't you afraid I'm a strong man?" the old monk asked with a kind smile.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid now, but I didn't expect so much at the time. Luo Xiaosang's face turned red, he told a little lie, he originally came up, but he thought that it was the young man in blue who was injured here.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a strong man, just a passer-by passing through here. You can't help me with my illness, so you can leave. The old monk smiled.

"Well, this is the clear spring water at the foot of the mountain, and you can drink it when you are thirsty. Luo Xiaosang put down the kettle he was carrying, turned around and left.

This old monk is Zhikong. Monk Zhikong was ambushed by the three masters of the Demon Sect, and after being seriously injured and frightened away by the Demon Sect figures, he rushed to Fanming Temple.

It's just that the strange poison suppressed by the secret technique was extremely powerful, and the attack became faster and faster day by day, and the more times, it was originally once a day, and then it came to two or three times a day, and the poisonous gas rolled on this day, and it was really impossible to continue to hurry, so I stopped and used all my strength to suppress the strange poison, who knew that it would be two days to stop.

He had little time left, but he couldn't move on, and Zhikong couldn't help but be secretly anxious.