"Do you know what is the most important thing in this world?"

The bluestone Taoist didn't immediately tell Mo Xuan what he needed Mo Xuan's help with, but started a dumb riddle like a Zen machine again.

This time, Mo Xuan was very honest.

"The juniors don't know!"

"Alive, for all living things, being alive is the most important thing!" The Qingshi Daoist didn't make any more mysteries, and directly gave his own answer, "I'm just trying to determine if a few old friends are alive now!"

For no reason, there was a palpitation in his heart, a faint golden light flashed in Mo Xuan's eyes, and it immediately dimmed, "I don't know who the predecessor wants to know?"

"Xuanluo, Mukong, Miluo and Buddha!"

"Buddha?"

The first three names, Mo Xuan didn't have any impression, that is, the Buddha made him a little distracted.

In the Pure Land of Bliss, anyone who enters the Buddha's position can be called a Buddha, who is this master looking for?

"You seem to have doubts!"

Mo Xuan nodded, "Don't dare to deceive the seniors, you just said four names, and the first three juniors don't have any impression, but this fourth, isn't the scope too wide?"

"Buddha?!"

"Yes, Buddha, in the Pure Land of Bliss, there are not a hundred, but eighty, who are you looking for?"

There was no direct answer, what awaited Mo Xuan was a long silence, and it wasn't until half an hour later that a long sigh came from the bluestone, "Has he finally established a sect?"

......

"Friends of predecessors, could it be that they are leading the Buddha?"

"Lead?!" The bluestone paused, "Lead, lead, I see, it seems that he is not wrong, think about it, he is not dead, right?"

"Of course, how could he die if he was one of the many saints who brought the Buddha to heaven and earth?"

"He's still alive, it's good!" Qingshi said six words, still in such a flat tone, unable to hear joy and anger.

Mo Xuan didn't speak, waiting for his next step.

"What's your name?"

"Senior Mo Xuan!" said his name again with a wry smile, because now, Mo Xuan felt that this favor must not be helpful.

This guy has to determine the life and death of four people, and the known one is a saint, but what about the other three?

"Well, Mo Xuan, I'm sorry, I forgot your name, this person is old, it's not good to remember his surname, and now I'm even forgetting my own name!"

'If you forget your own name, but remember someone else's name, are they all beautiful women?'

Mo Xuan secretly slandered himself.

"Then, there are only three of them left, hehe, but since the Buddha is still alive and has established his own teachings, I think the other three will not have anything to do, and I am relieved if I am the same!"

From his voice, Mo Xuan couldn't hear a trace of reassurance, on the contrary, it seemed that he faintly heard the feeling of grinding his teeth!

Molars!

Mo Xuan suddenly felt that it was better for him to find a chance to leave, and the guy who grinded his teeth when he mentioned the saint was better not to have any intersection with his current self.

"Now that the senior has gotten the news he wants, if nothing happens, the junior will leave!" Mo Xuan said.

'Don't be afraid, don't be anxious!' Qingshi seemed to know Mo Xuan's thoughts, "I have no ill will towards you, on the contrary, you have brought me such important news, and I haven't thanked you yet!"

"Thank you you don't have to, the younger generation didn't do anything, where can you get a thank you!" Mo Xuan hurriedly said.

'Hehe, it's your question whether to thank you or not, and whether to thank you or not is my problem!' As soon as the words changed, the bluestone said, "Actually, I don't have anything to give you, in the past tens of thousands of years, I have basically forgotten all kinds of things before, but I see that in your previous life, you cultivated the Xuangong from the fire, and I think it should be regarded as a Wumen, so there are some things I want to explain to you!"

Mo Xuan didn't speak, just nodded sneeringly, waiting for his next words.

"You know the Xuangong of the Wumen, so, do you know what the three uniques of the Wumen are?"

"The younger generation is ignorant!" Mo Xuan was slightly shocked in his heart.

"Xuangong, magic circle and combat skills!" Qingshi Daodao, "This is the legendary Wumen Three Uniques, you will leave the fire Xuangong, and you will understand the magic circle if you want to come to the magic circle, I see that there are traces of the magic circle in the fire feather you just now, so, do you know the combat skills?"

"The juniors don't understand!" Mo Xuan said truthfully.

"I think too, Zhu Rong's kid, the surname of the heavens, just inherited the fire Xuangong and the magic circle, as for the combat skills, hehe, he didn't have the heart to sink down to learn, so, although you got his mantle, but the combat skills can't be learned, 100,000 years ago, I got a combat technique from an old friend, this is before he asked me to pass on the door combat skills, 100,000 years, hehe, I have not been able to find the right opportunity and the right person, now it seems that in addition to you, I have no chance to meet other people to say, and I can only pass it on to you!‘

That's interesting!

Mo Xuan seemed to smell something unusual from this sentence.

'The juniors don't understand what the seniors mean!'

'I said, the most important thing in this world is to live, and the only people who can understand this are those who are about to die, 80,000 years, I have run out of oil, in fact, I should have died as early as 80,000 years ago, the reason why I still exist until now, is just for the wisp of obsession in my heart, ridiculous, I always thought that the obsession in my heart was the four people I just said, but unexpectedly, what really supported me to support until now, it was that set of combat skills, it was really ridiculous.'

"But that's fine, but it makes me end the regrets of 100,000 years, young man, look carefully, I will only play once!"

When the words fell, the misty blue light on the bluestone began to condense upwards, and finally formed a virtual image of a Taoist in Tsing Yi who was a foot long.\

The image of the man did not speak, but began to dance with the knife in his hand.

He dances very slowly.

Although Mo Xuan had other ideas in his heart, his mind was gradually attracted by the combat skills that the person danced.

............

......

"It's ......!"

"Witch Gate Combat Skill ......"

"Breaking the Moon!"

Soft as light silk, fine as rain, like a shocking ......

"It's just that this combat skill doesn't seem to be suitable for juniors!"

No matter how you look at it, this combat skill seems to be tailor-made for women, and this set of combat skills is really bewitching and abnormal.

Indeed, bewitching!

I'm afraid that only the word bewitching to describe this set of combat skills will be appropriate.

"This set of skills suits you perfectly!"

Restraining his body, the bluestone Daoist seemed to have that unfinished expression on his face, "When you practice well, you will naturally understand that this set of combat skills is very suitable for you!"

The figure gradually faded, and the bluestone Taoist turned his head and looked at Mo Xuan, "Young man, whether you remember it or not, my wish has been fulfilled, meeting is fate, before I die, I want to send you eight words, if you can understand these eight words, I think the future will be much better than me." ”

"Listen to the younger generation!"

"Providence is like a knife, and people's hearts are unpredictable......"

As he spoke, the last ray of blue light on the bluestone disappeared as if nothing had happened.

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