The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, the iron horse highlighted the sound of swords and guns, the sound of the piano was sonorous and masculine, but a low and tragic sound gradually rose in the subtleties, mixed with the excitement and excitement, but it did not seem abrupt at all, and the skills of the person who played the piano were superb to the unimaginable realm.

Wei Li slowly exposed his head under a weeping willow on the shore, hidden among the drooping weeping willow branches, the breath of spring entering the lobes of his lungs with his breath, but he had no intention of savoring it.

The sight made Wei Li wonder if he had entered the fairyland, red, yellow, green, blue, and purple five water dragons of different colors flew across the banks of the Pushui River, each carrying a faceless fairy of the same color dancing on it.

Every time the fairies dance the water dragon, a crane of the same color will fly out, and the moment the crane flutters its wings and flies out, it will make a sonorous sound, and the notes of the palace merchant horn and feather will beat, evolving into a moving and gorgeous music.

On the opposite side of the water dragon, a Tibetan monk wearing a big red robe sits on the surface of the water with his legs stacked, and the water flows eastward, and the Tibetan monk moves with the waves but does not go away from the stream, and always stays in place. A bright moon hung behind the Tibetan monk's head, hanging down the Dao Qinghui, forming a demonic vajra circle around his body.

The crane flying out of the water dragon is heading towards the vajra circle, one after the other, and they will be reverted to water droplets on the vajra circle. However, the crane's impact on the Vajra Circle seemed endless, and as the low and tragic voice gradually replaced the impassioned voice, the Vajra Circle seemed to be far away.

The Tibetan monk had a bitter face, blood beads gradually oozed from his two eyebrows, and his forehead was originally as bright as a big seal, but now it quietly climbed up a black line.

The sound of the piano is still low, Wei Wei is secretly surprised, although he doesn't understand music, but he also knows that the palace and the horn of the palace have ups and downs with each other to form a movement, but now only the blue-clothed sleepless fairy is still dancing on the water dragon, and the remaining four girls are even in a line of hands against the back of the blue-clothed woman, so the piano sound has been kept on a tune for a long time, which should be a boring sound, but it seems more pleasant, which is against music theory.

Although there were fewer cranes flying out, it was more difficult for the Tibetan monk to deal with it, and the bright moon behind his head suddenly shone brightly, and then began to crumble, Wei Li knew that the Tibetan monk was already at the end of the crossbow and would soon be defeated.

Today's battle was the most spectacular and magnificent battle of rivers and lakes he had ever seen, and it was even more exciting than the battle between the flying dragon at the top of the Jingwumen Peak and the sword light battle between Ye Gucheng, the battle between the Zhuo Bufan Sword Mang of Jinyang City and the battle of Qu Ao Goshawk. Wei Li is envious, the true qi transforms into shape, and the Tao is natural, this is a supernatural power that can only be skillfully displayed in the innate realm, with Wei Li's current realm, after performing it once, the true qi will be exhausted, and the power is far less than that of the innate master.

At this time, a pleasant fairy voice came: "There are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, unwanted, and resentful.

Tibetan monks put their hands together, the bitterness on their faces is even worse, the vajra circle is reduced to stop the bright moon that is about to fall, and the compassion is compassionate: "What joy in life, what is the pain in death, how can the poor monk pity this skin, ten years of cultivation, the donor does not have to bother to speak, and the things of the Mingwang Temple will never be passed on to the donor." ”

Wei Wei shook under the Wei, Mingwang Temple is another martial arts holy place in the Western Regions, and the name of the Chenglong Sect has a longer history. The monks in the temple are mainly penances, and they don't like to fight in the rivers and lakes, but no one dares to underestimate them in the rivers and lakes. The temple is dedicated to the King of the Ming Dynasty, advocating to appreciate the seven sufferings of the world, to understand this life, and then to close the death and open the body to hide the past life and the next life. Their town temple magic "three world scriptures" is difficult to understand, but the small adults are all the great masters of the congenital peak, the great masters go straight to the real realm, not lost to the top ten masters in the world, the temple monks rarely walk around in the rivers and lakes, but all those who walk the rivers and lakes are the masters of shaking one side. This master of the Seven Sufferings is the master of the congenital peak, in recent years, he has walked around the rivers and lakes, and has become famous, and has cultivated the "Three World Classics" to the realm of Xiaocheng of a lifetime and a person, and is likely to become the next host of Mingwang Temple, but now he is trapped here, how not to shake Wei Li.

"The Buddha has the act of cutting meat to feed the eagle, and the master can't even let go of the little relics, how can the four major ones be empty?" The crane's attack was as fierce as the woman's words, and only in the speaking effort, the vajra circle of the seven sufferings had almost been compressed to the surface of the body.

The forehead of the seven bitters has climbed all over the black line, this is a sign of the dark clouds pressing the top, he knows that he can not be spared, he folded his hands and said: "The poor monk has not yet reached the realm of Rulai, naturally he can't understand the Buddha's move of cutting meat to feed the tiger and feed the eagle, and he doesn't agree with that.

As soon as the words fell, the bright moon behind Qiku suddenly exploded, and the vajra circle, which was already close to the surface of the body, skyrocketed to two zhang away.

"If I hear this, then the world will enter Nirvana. Leaning on the double to tell the public. I want nirvana now. I don't see Ananda and Ukaya......"

Seven bitter hands knotted the king's seal, chanted in a low voice, the black gas on the forehead has disappeared completely, and the whole body is dyed with golden color, like a golden Buddha, exuding immeasurable Buddha light, Pu water gilded.

"Why does the master bother with Nirvana? The relics are just ten years of cultivation!" the woman sighed in a low voice, and the fairies on the five water dragons began to dance again, and the fairy sound turned into mournful music, sad parting, and no more cranes flew out to attack the vajra circle.

With the sound of the seven bitter chanting, one by one the pictures are projected in the water, there are the figure of the young child kneeling down in front of the statue of King Ming and sincerely worshiping the Buddha; there is the figure of the young monk in the temple reading the scriptures in the morning bell and dusk drum; there is the figure of the monk climbing the snowy mountain in thin clothes in the cold winter; there is the figure of the monk walking on the grassland to save the suffering; there is the figure of the monk watching the shepherd girl leave from the independent grassland; there is the figure of the old presiding officer passing away and the monk relict pagoda chanting; the last picture is frozen in the epiphany under the monk Bodhi tree, he raises his head, and the figure of all the monks is also clear, they are all seven sufferings。

The nameless fire ignited from the soles of the feet and gradually covered the whole body of the seven sufferings.

Wei Li was thinking about why he gave himself a meaningful smile before the fire was about to devour the Seven Sufferings, the fire suddenly skyrocketed, bursting out with a thousand zhang of light, and the light directly illuminated half of the sky, shining ten miles away.

A trace of gold in the golden light shot towards Wei Li like lightning, and before he could react, Wei Li was shocked, and carefully examined his whole body, but there was no abnormality, as if nothing had happened just now.

Turning back, the five water dragons across the Pushui and the faceless nymphs dancing on the water dragons shattered at the same time, disappearing without a trace.