On success or failure.

Hard work is important.

Luck is more important.

Song Yiren's words circled in the old man's ears, and Gu Xing's expression was still a little trance, followed by hideous pain.

After the falling geese were shattered, the young man did not have the slightest resistance to his movements, he raised his hands, his fingertips swept through the scabbard, pulled out the long knife at his waist, and then slashed with great speed, two thin and narrow blades were inserted into the palms of the old man's hands pressed on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the two arms were nailed to the wooden plank.

Song Yiren calmly watched Uncle Shi's face, the old man's two arms were pierced by a long knife, he kept trembling, his face was hideous and distorted, and a hoarse hoho sound sounded in his throat.

Jinglian has been talking to herself...... Is it to drag out time?

The pattern of the Falling Goose Formation has been dismantled!

Gu Xing roared in a low voice.

"Is it Ning Yi?"

"It's Ning Yi. ”

Song Yiren squatted in front of his uncle with a smile, and did not deny it, but calmly admitted this fact.

"With the help of the 'singularity', break the spatial barrier, and then disassemble the falling goose array. He said lightly, "There is a limit to what I can do, which is to believe in Ning Yi, and I admit that I have an element of gambling...... But I was right. ”

The palm of the old man's hand, where the blade was inserted, did not ooze blood.

It was an extremely strange picture, his ten fingers repeatedly pressed the wheelchair and then released, as if sitting on pins and needles, but the steady suppressive force from the blade made him unable to move.

The incision was extremely smooth, but no blood was spilled...... Song Yiren frowned, of course he noticed this, and at the same time, he also noticed that on the side of the old man's white neck, the black lotus flower had already begun to "multiply" at this moment, and the lotus imprints one after another spread on Gu Xing's shoulder blades, like a painting that destroyed the world.

This qi machine collided in Gu Xing's body.

Completely contrary to the rules of this world.

"Immortal...... Indestructible. ”

Two words flashed through Song Yiren's mind.

Shadow.

His expression was gloomy, and he leaned forward, just about to ask questions.

The old man in the wheelchair, panting for heavy breath, suddenly laughed out loud.

This laugh is extremely poignant!

Gu Xing has practiced Buddhism all his life, and his nature is steady, but he is laughing quite crazy at the moment, and after the falling geese are broken, the original suppression of this three-foot space in this square circle collapses.

The sound was full of sinister air, as if it had been filled with lead, extremely hoarse, harsh and dull.

Song Yiren's expression changed sharply, and several pieces of jade pendants hanging from his waist broke one after another at this moment, making a thumping sound of jade shattering, and the jade chips were directly swept away by this invisible impact energy, and his chest seemed to be chiseled by someone's punch.

He held the long knife with both hands to prevent his extremely dangerous uncle from getting up from his wheelchair.

At the same time, a thought came to mind!

Mind!

Soul Attack!

As one of the three direct disciples of the ancestor, the attack of the divine soul is also extremely strong, and the divine sea kills people invisibly, and this killing technique is not imprisoned by the body, and it is instantly silent.

Song Yiren snorted and said fiercely: "The matter has come to this point, and you still have to struggle?"

Although the old man's voice was muddy and hoarse, his pupils were clear, and he said in a fierce voice: "Is it me struggling?"

In the dojo, the results of the battle of Zen law have been divided.

Ritsuko Daoxuan was defeated by Shenxiu in the battle of the Divine Soul.

The "Vazhiluo", who walked the world for Lingshan and announced his identity, lost to the "Congenital Dao Fetus" who hid his edge in the final battle.

Song Yiren's small arm was swollen, clutching the hilt of the knife, and at this moment, he understood the mockery of Uncle Gu Xing...... Although the Falling Goose Array is broken, the ghost cultivator's collection of "Wish Fire" has become a general trend, and the most important thing is the battle of Zen law, which ends with Shenxiu winning at the moment, as long as he can't get out of trouble, then Shenxiu's next action will not be blocked.

At this moment, on the top of the Enlightenment Mountain, there is no Ning Yi's qi machine.

The people from the eastern border must also be extremely strong, entangled Ning Yi. "May the fire be all together, and the door open. ”

The old man's hands trembled like a sieve, and the blade of the knife cut into the skin like cutting white paper, and the price of "immortality and immortality" was ...... The pain he felt was tenfold, a hundred times more intense than ordinary people, and in his opinion, this was the blessing of a true Buddha, and there is no gift in vain in this world.

What is more precious than "eternity"?

He paid for his own sensory pain, and it was his right to practice and realize.

Ten fingers, slowly raised, flipped with difficulty, the slender blade cut through the bones, and the wound was opened in a shocking way, but the sudden pain did not slow down Gu Xing's movements in the slightest...... On the contrary, more stable.

In a twisted, strange gesture, he held two knives in his backhand.

Gu Xing showed a satisfied, silent smile.

His old eyes narrowed into slits.

The look on your face when you hold the knife...... It's like declaring your victory.

......

......

"Ambush outside Mingsha Mountain...... You did it. ”

A low, intermittent, painful voice rang out in the dojo.

The dojo was empty, like hell.

Falling geese array, ghost cultivation, may the fire get out of control...... The raging flames engulfed the two protagonists of the Buddha Bathing Festival, and the suspended Babel beads outside had long since been shattered and damaged, and the few remaining ones reflected a blurry picture of twists and turns, which no one paid attention to for a long time.

The blood-soaked law Daoxuan, with a pestle in one hand, all the strength of his body is pressed on the Zen staff, and the whole person is like a sandbag that may fall at any time...... However, "talent" will determine a person's upper limit.

This matchup is the same as seven years ago.

It's just that Daoxuan's expression is very calm, his eyes are indifferent, cold, his gaze is slightly upward, and he looks over Shenxiu's shoulder to the top of the dojo.

"I thought it would be ...... Jinglian was ordered to come to Xiaoleiyin Temple, and she was complicit with you. Dao Xuan lowered his eyebrows, trying to calm Zen's mind, "Now it seems that I misunderstood him, he has not changed." ”

Coming from Mingsha Mountain.

Ambushed all the way.

The comrades of the Vinaya died miserably, and then they met the "Pure Lotus" and "Cinnabar", Daoxuan was a cautious person by nature, and dared to go out in Mingsha Mountain to stop the Vinaya...... The will involved behind is extremely huge, in the past few years, because of the Vazira walking in the eastern land, giving countless alms, killing ghost cultivators, in the southern realm of Shura is quite prestigious, and has made a lot of merits, the big people in Lingshan are vaguely dissatisfied.

Those big people need to maintain the balance between Zen Buddhism and Vinaya Buddhism, at least until the victory or defeat of the Buddha is decided, and they don't want to see a "one-sided down" situation.

Behind the junior brother of Jinglian is Song Que, the great guest of Buddhism.

Dao Xuan couldn't confirm the will of "Song Que", let alone rashly put Jinglian into his camp...... He dragged the Buddha statue to Xiaoleiyin Temple alone, and he no longer trusted anyone but himself.

"Senior Brother Jinglian has not changed, he has always been so simple, and he trusts others too much. ”

Shenxiu smiled and spoke, "You haven't changed, you are decisive in killing but too lonely, too trusting others...... No matter which one it is, it's not good, and you need to be prepared with both hands to do things and listen to people. ”

Daoxuan looked at Shenxiu.

He said softly, "You've changed. ”

Shenxiu sighed and shook his head, "That's just ...... You don't know me. I've never changed. ”

Ritsuko's eyes were a little dim, when they were young, the three of them practiced, played, and were companions, and they didn't have such a sense of alienation...... At that time, everything is fake?

The answer is already obvious.

Shenxiu was born as a "Taoist fetus", if it weren't for the duel seven years ago, this secret would not be revealed to the world until the last moment of the showdown between the Buddha and the Son.

In their early years, when the three of them got married.

He naturally chose to "conceal", and it was seamless.

Shenxiu Muran looked at Daoxuan's expression.

"Leave the dojo, and everyone will know that Vazara has been defeated. ”

Between words.

He is also trying to recover his strength, the gap between him and Ritsuko has been stretched extremely small in the past seven years, although the battle between the gods and souls is won, but he is also "greatly injured"......

"Wiring thousands of miles, it is better to strike at the battle, Zen has been laid out for many years, and what I am waiting for is this moment. Shenxiu exhaled a breath and said quietly: "The Buddha statue you dragged over, I accepted the wishing fire, and I accepted it together, and there ......."

He paused and said, "Your life." ”

Shenxiu began to move forward.

And his footsteps only took one step, hung in the air, and then retracted.

Black smoke filled, black flames raged, Daoxuan's robe swayed in the fire and wind, the man covered in blood was quite tired, he leaned on the Zen staff, the whole person was like a swaying reed, which could fall backwards at any time, and there seemed to be something supporting his back.

One hand.

A steady, warm hand.

Stretching out this hand and pressing it on Daoxuan's waist and back was a plainly dressed young man with a delicate face, holding a black lotus flower in his palm...... From the moment the Zen law controversy began, everyone ignored that there was such a figure in this dojo.

The lark's expression was very sincere.

He stared at the position of Daoxuan's back, the hemp robe continued to ooze blood, the young man frowned for a while, and finally couldn't help but remind: "You are not lightly injured, your soul is frustrated, and you forcibly run the exercises, resulting in the loss of tendons and veins, and injuries on injury...... But the 'confluence' method can be cured, the problem is not big, and it is recommended that you do not take any more action. ”

Shenxiu raised his eyebrows and looked at this somewhat familiar handsome young man.

Zenzi had a memory in his mind, and he muttered, "Crescent Mountain......"

The young man slowly walked out of Daoxuan's side, standing side by side with Ritsuko, although he was not tall, his back was straight.

"The third bamboo building of Crescent Mountain, next to the door of Senior Brother Jinglian, Xiaoxun Temple, Skylark. ”

Skylark?

Ritsuko's mind moved slightly, he had never heard of this name, he had never heard of the eastern soil, nor had he heard of Kotsumi Temple...... It's just that this young man's understanding of the "divine soul" is by no means unknown.

"The first teacher quits dusting. ”

The boy bowed.

Dao Xuan, who has always been happy and angry, was shocked at this moment.

Uncle Dust Stopper!

When he was very young, Dao Xuan practiced in Lingshan, at that time, the elders of the Vinaya sect were strict, and no one loved him, and the only one who was good to himself was this uncle who quit dust.

Uncle Jiechen left Lingshan with a baby in his arms and followed the avenue, and then Lingshan sent people to look for it, but to no avail.

Ritsuko has searched for dust cessation in Dongtu many times, but he has never been able to do so, so he can only give up.

Now that the water has come out, the origin of this young man ...... And so it was.

The appearance of the lark has drawn a successful end to the countless conjectures of Lingshan in the years when the dust has disappeared.

Dao Xuan looked at the young man, and his eyes gradually softened.

He has a ripe "Dao Fruit" aura on his body.

Obviously.

Uncle Jiechen gave him all the most precious "soul treasures", hoping to let him carry his own avenue and return to Lingshan.

The lark is the "avenue" to follow by quitting dust.

Cause and effect are planted and rooted.

Thereupon...... There was a meeting in the flames of the Buddha Puja.

Compared with Daoxuan's trance and relief, Shenxiu's originally warm and jade-like complexion began to look faintly difficult to look at at this moment.

The lark bowed to his Zen brother.

Then he said with a calm face and earnestly.

"According to the rules of the Bathing Buddha Puja...... Now it's just you and me. ”

The young man stood beside Ritsuko and said softly, "Senior Brother Daoxuan, can you pull him into the Divine Sea again...... I'll take care of the rest. ”

Ritsuko, who has never been smiling, actually hooked up the corners of her lips at this moment.

Like a spring breeze in April, he smiled gently.

"Yes. ”