The fire rushed down, and the red flame turned into a pale blue flame in the blink of an eye, and then into a white sè translucent flame. The rocks in the valley first exploded, then shattered, and finally simply burned into magma, surging around the golden-covered Tibetan Heart Zen Temple.

Surrounded by the golden light of the Buddha's power, the temperature in the Zen monastery also rose rapidly, and after a while, several nearby wings were on fire. After a while, the green Bodhi trees also became withered and shriveled, and suddenly, several Bodhi trees near the Buddha hall had been dried up and turned into blazing torches, adding a bit of heat out of thin air.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Don't beg to look at the little fire gourd in the sky, and can't help but sigh again and again, it's a pity. It was the same as the acquired fire spirit bead in his body, an acquired spiritual thing. Looking at its majesty, it should be near the crater, absorbing the treasure of the earth fire jīng flower. It's a pity that before it could fully mature, the Fire Raven Daoist was busy picking it off and refining it into a magic weapon that he carried.

If you wait for this fire gourd to mature before picking it, and after refining it by the refining master of the Heavenly Immortal level, it is at least the level of a high-grade immortal weapon. But being tossed indiscriminately by the Fire Raven Daoist, this fire gourd aura is completely eliminated, and there is no magic in it, although the power of the flame spewed out is powerful, at most it is equivalent to the natal true fire spewed out by the Yuan Infant Monk, how much power can it have? And the flame spewed out is a passive dead fire, once the fire gourd is put away, the flame is immediately extinguished, it is really not a good treasure!

"It's really extravagant and wasteful, I don't even have the heart to rob him!"

With a wry smile, seeing that the old monks in Tibetan hearts were already sweating profusely, they only cared about chanting Buddha scriptures, striving to squeeze more Buddha power in the Buddha statue to protect the Zen temple, and a low thunder sound came from the fierce fire gourd, and a red sè fire thunder erupted out, like a meteor falling to the ground, and smashed heavily on the golden Buddha light treasure building above the Zen temple.

With a loud bang, the Zen monastery trembled violently, and the walls around the Buddha hall collapsed one after another, and the broken bricks and tiles fell down, smashing the heads of those monks who hid their hearts and guarded their hearts, and the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly stopped. The Buddha light emitted by the five Buddha statues suddenly dimmed, and the Buddha light treasure building above the Zen temple was compressed to only a zhang Xu thick, and the scope covered by the Buddha light was also reduced by half.

The screams of hounds and other animals could be heard in the courtyard behind the Buddha hall. The screaming only lasted for a brief moment before it suddenly stopped, and some of the animals in the monastery had been burned to ashes. Chang Yu grinned and scolded in a low voice: "This group of dead bald donkeys, raising a group of good livestock, wasting rice and noodles in vain, but refusing to burn a head for this king to beat his teeth and sacrifice, it is really hateful!"

Beg glanced at Chang Yu, and he scolded with a smile: "People saved you, and there is so much nonsense?"

Chang Yu closed his mouth suddenly, he was too lazy to fight with Beggar, in his opinion, it was a loss of face to quarrel with the younger generations. What's more, Beqi had an old enmity with him, and this time he was forced to make such an oath by Bebeg, and he was very uncomfortable in his heart. Therefore, Chang Yu crooked his mouth, sat cross-legged under the offering table, and focused on his luck and pranayama, striving to quickly recover his strength with the help of the power of the elixir.

The Fire Raven Daoist is only at the level of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and he is an ant that can be sprayed and killed with a mouthful of water. The fire gourd is good, and Chang Yu is very interested in snatching the gourd down to protect himself. After all, his storage ring was shattered by Jing Ke with one blow, and he relied on robbing those poor casual cultivators to scrape together the travel expenses and run to the Pangu Continent, and Chang Yu is now so poor that his eyes are green.

But in order to snatch the fire gourd, the cultivation must be restored. Even if he can't return to his peak state, as long as he recovers to the strength of the early stage of Jindan, Chang Yu will have the confidence to kill this group of loose cultivators. Just this little bit of means of Sanle Zhenren and Fire Raven Dao people is not in Chang Yu's eyes at all!

Buddha Guang suffered a heavy blow, the monk snorted, fell to the ground crookedly, he spat blood, and shouted to the old monk in a low voice: "Master, master, you go alone." When you condense the Relic Lotus Stage, it will be equivalent to the Daomen Yuanying realm, and you will come back to avenge the disciple!"

The old monk gritted his teeth, he looked up at the flames raging in the air, and shouted in a low voice: "Shouxin, you take your uncle and junior disciples away." For the sake of the teacher, I want to stay here. This is the demonic tribulation for the teacher, if you can't survive it, although you will fly ashes, you can survive it, and you are expected to achieve the golden body Arhat Zhengguo for the teacher! For the teacher to reincarnate in the thirtieth life, the opportunity is at this time!"

Don't look up at the old monk of Tibetan Heart in surprise, he is still a high monk in the thirtieth generation of reincarnation? Looking at his cultivation, it seems that the cultivation of the twenty-ninth generation in front of him is so-so.

But I saw the old monk of Tibetan heart jumping up, jumping onto the lotus platform of the Buddha statue in the middle, and stretched out his hand to the two eyes of the Buddha statue and thrust it heavily. I could only hear the sound of 'squeak and quack', and the Buddha statue suddenly moved to the side, revealing a black tunnel under the lotus platform.

Chang Yu opened his eyes in surprise, he lowered his voice and muttered, "This ...... This is a means on the road of rivers and lakes! This king has also experienced it back then!"

What a familiar name! Don't beg bow his head and get out from under the offering table, and look up at the Buddha's light treasure, which can block the sight of outsiders, but he is not afraid that Sanle Zhenren will discover the changes in the Buddha hall. Beg glanced at the entrance of the tunnel, and suddenly said with a smile: "Master Hidden Heart, in your Buddha hall, is there still a tunnel for escape?"

The old monk of Tibetan heart laughed dryly, folded his hands and sighed in a low voice: "The old monk is ashamed, the thirty generations are reincarnated, and there are six consecutive lives before this life, hey, hey, the old monks are all from thieves and thieves." In this life, I still took refuge in Buddhism, but I still can't forget this means of preserving my life!"

He glanced down at the tunnel, and then shouted in a low voice: "Guard your heart, take people away quickly." The mana of the Fire Crow Demon Dao is just ordinary, his fire burned into the ground only ten zhang, for the teacher This tunnel has been processed for hundreds of years, and it has gone deep into the ground for a few miles, all the way to Anle Village on the outskirts of Ancheng six hundred miles away!

The old monk is still a thief and a thief? Don't beg to be a little close to this old monk out of thin air.

The little monk who guarded his heart was reluctant to his master, he struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and hugged the old monk's two legs, crying and crying but refusing to leave. Beg looked sad for a while, and couldn't help but shake his head, he suddenly remembered something from a long time ago, a long time ago.

"Alas, you saved Poor Dao's life, and Poor Dao naturally has to repay him!" Bei Qi sighed and took out a large bag of about a pound of drunken dragon incense from the Black Dragon Spirit Ring. He handed over the drunken dragon incense to the old monk of Tibet, and said in a deep voice: "This is the poor Dao Pingrì wandering around, picking the best incense of the rare elixir, and sprinkling them outside the door of the Zen Temple, the fire will light it, and the fragrance will fill the entire valley, and those people above will all have to be obediently restrained!"

The little monk who guarded his heart was overjoyed, he hurriedly snatched the medicine bag in Beggar's hand, and ran happily to the outside of the Buddha hall.

The old monk looked at Beqi thoughtfully, and a pair of old eyes looked up and down at Beg. Don't beg 'hehe' smiled, and a pair of thief eyes quickly glanced over the belt of the old monk with a hidden heart - the bag there was bulging with the hidden bag that the old monk had collected his belongings.

Master dialogue, no words are needed, a slight move and a look can make people understand the identity of the other party.

The old monk of Tibetan Heart smiled 'hehe' and said to Beggar: "No wonder Daoist friends are being hunted down and killed!"

Don't beg to laugh a few times, deliberately disgusted the old monk who hid his heart and said: "Each other, no wonder the master is hiding his heart here!"

Min Hua, who was crooked in the corner of the main hall, saw that Beqi had handed over the drunken dragon incense to the monk who guarded the heart, and he suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Old ancestor, be careful, this group of bald donkeys and a few miscellaneous hairy Dao are going to use the incense to harm people! Old ancestor, be careful!"

Beqi and the old monk looked over at the same time, and the two of them casually picked up the most convenient thing at hand and smashed it heavily at Minhua.

What the old monk caught was the wooden pestle that beat the wooden fish, and the wooden pestle with the thickness of his arm whistled away with a strong wind and was inserted into Minhua's mouth, so that he couldn't say a word. Don't beg to catch it, it's a wooden fish the size of a human head. He casually threw out the wooden fish and hit Minhua heavily on his lower abdomen, Minhua was so painful that he convulsed all over, but the wooden pestle was inserted in his mouth, he couldn't breathe in, he couldn't exhale, and he was almost suffocated to death in one breath.

The monk who guards his heart has already rushed to the outside of the Buddha hall, and the fire has forced the Buddha to be less than ten zhang away from the main gate of the Buddha hall. The monk who guarded his heart didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, grabbed the drunken dragon sachet and threw it outside the Buddha's light, and gently and skillfully threw the medicine bag out more than ten zhang away.

The fire was blazing, and the medicine bag fell on the flames, and it was burned in the blink of an eye, and the invisible smoke quickly spread, covering the entire valley in the blink of an eye. A kind of monk who was hovering over the Buddha hall laughing and scolding recklessly only stayed in the smoke emitted by the drunken dragon incense for less than a snap of his fingers, like a drunken wild duck, falling straight from the sky.

The old monk of Tibetan heart shouted loudly, 'Good', and then pulled out a three-foot-long and bright blue ring knife from his sleeve. He pressed his palm on the Buddha statue beside him, and the Buddha light gushing from the five Buddha statues suddenly stopped, and more than 30 monks fell into the Buddha hall with a crackle.

"You group of miscellaneous Taoists!" The old monk of Tibetan heart cāo raised the sword and angrily walked towards the unconscious Sanle Zhenren: "Today, the old monk wants to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and eradicate all the demons such as Er!"

Don't beg, you have to watch the Tibetan monk break the vows and kill people, Sanle Zhenren is not a good bird, slaughter it!

Suddenly, a round of Buddha light gushed out from under the offering table, and Chang Yu sat on a pink lotus platform, and the treasure solemnly soared.

The great joy of the treasure wheel turned into a magnificent gold sè suspended behind Chang Yu, there are no heavenly witches on the treasure wheel, only countless flying heavens looming, and from time to time there is a sound of chanting floating out.

"Hide your heart, and be slow! Those demon ways, I still have use!"

Chang Yu shouted in a deep voice: "Hidden heart, I am the incarnation of the Bodhisattva of Bliss Buddhaland, great wisdom, great courage, great benevolence, great benevolence, and great happiness.

Don't roll your eyes, and there are no more words.

The old monk of Tibetan heart had already knelt on the ground, and he trembled and shouted: "Great wisdom, great courage, great benevolence, great goodness, joyful Bodhisattva, little ...... The little monk would rather take refuge!"

'Dangchang', the ring knife in the hand of the old monk fell to the ground, and jumped to Beg's feet.