?What the fat man picked up in his hand was a cane that looked like a club-shaped, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, like a chicken leg. A green vine was surrounded by the tip. With his wave, bright yellow flowers were released, rotating in the wind, supporting the sharpness of the real Prajna.

While pressing against the True Prajna, the fat man held his breath and choked his throat, swallowed the blood gushing out of his throat, took off the yellow gourd after his waist, bit the plug with his mouth, and aimed the mouth of the gourd at Maitreya.

A suction force and change emerged from Maitreya again. The gourd was like the stone box he had just escaped, and there was room for another way. However, he had just come out of the stone box, so how could he be defeated by the same move again? His thoughts moved slightly, and a golden light rose from his body to offset the suction force and change of the gourd.

With the Buddha's light, Maitreya tried to protect her body with a slight force. The real Prajna on the other side was urged to agitate. With a whoosh, she passed through the yellow flowers in the wind. As Maitreya's thoughts were drawn, the sword was dragged down, like cutting to the groin along the fat man's left shoulder, cut into two halves, and dirty blood and fat oil flowed all over the ground. The gourd in her hand fell off and was swept away by Maitreya with golden light.

"Damn it, I, Taoguo people, just like that..." The fat man fell to the ground, and the gourd block in his mouth flew away. He wanted to use his right arm to drive his body and make a final struggle. He died of anger. The human face fruit and the four soul fragments could not bring him the ability to regenerate.

With a light pop, Maitreya leaned back to the real Prajna and took the yellow gourd. Before the situation could be seen, the plug that was loosened in the fat man's mouth was as spiritual as he got rid of the shackles of teeth and immediately flew back to the mouth of the gourd and blocked the gourd firmly.

"Oh, so your name is Taoguoren!" Maitreya shook the gourd, listened to the sound of water inside, and looked at the fat peachguoren on the ground in surprise, but he saw that the other party had no response, his eyes were so wide that they were so wide that they were dead.

"It seems that I remember that this guy is a monster that was cut off!" Maitreya imagined a little. It seemed like a plot character, but it was meaningless and he died.

After killing Taoguo Man, Maitreya also harvested a gourd, which he loved, so he hung it on his waist, and then found a purple four-soul fragment from the belly of the Taoguo Man's corpse and placed it on the hanging box at his waist.

"Amitabha." Maitreya took back the fragments of the four souls, looked at the Taoguo man with two corpses on the ground, and recited the Buddha to him. He couldn't bear to see the corpse on him, which was really hindering his impression, so he picked the gourd at his waist, used it as an experiment, pulled out the plug, and aimed the mouth of the gourd. As a result, he saw two pieces of bloody corpses suddenly became smaller and were sucked into the gourd.

Maitreya filled the mouth of the gourd with a wooden plug, swaying slightly, and the sound of water inside became turbid, as if something fell into the water. So he hung it back and looked for the Taoguo people's way, passed through two stone corridors, and came to the thatched cottage.

Outside the thatched cottage is an empty field on the cliff on the top of the mountain. On the edge of the cliff, there is an old tree with strong dryness. The green trunks are covered with white and reddish human faces, and there are jars and jars and jars under the tree.

The breeze blows, the cliffs are down, the jungle is vast, and the streams are round. If you don’t know what you are, you will definitely think that this is a blessing land of immortals. However, Maitreya’s Dharma eyes look over, it is a mess. The human-faced tree exudes a strong demonic aura, and there are even more evil spirits crying.

Not only does it have blood-stained souls, but Maitreya also smells a strong smell of blood. This human-faced fruit tree was watered by peach fruit people with human blood. As for where the human blood comes from, it is naturally the person in the stone box. He melts the gourd behind his waist into flesh and blood, and then uses it to water the tree.

"Amitabha Buddha, if the defilement is purity, if the purity is purity." Maitreya clasped his hands together, recited two Buddha's names, and then scattered a piece of Buddha's light, covering the human-faced tree, trying to release the wronged soul and pass away, but it was useless.

"Walker, where are you from?"

Just when Maitreya was about to pull out the real Prajna and wanted to cut off the human-faced fruit tree, a sound suddenly came from under the tree. Looking at the sound, he saw that under the roots of the tree in the jar, there was a peony planted in the jar, with green leaves and white flowers in the center, and a white-haired and white-bearded old man poked his head out and called out.

"You are?" Maitreya looked at the old man who was poking out from the flower break and blinked.

"I am an immortal here, a walker, have you killed the Taoguo people?" The Taoyuan Immortal's white hair and beard were very thick, and his voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suffering.

"Yes, it has been killed. The corpse is contained in this gourd. This gourd can melt the corpse!" Maitreya took out the yellow-skinned gourd behind her waist.

"That's good, remember, the blood in this gourd cannot be poured into the fruit tree." Taoyuan Immortal sighed.

"I was about to cut it!" Maitreya nodded.

"This is better, thank you." Taoyuan Immortal didn't want to say anything more. He practiced forever and lived for hundreds of years, but was eventually defeated by his disciples. What else can I say?

"What about you?" Maitreya asked, what is this Taoyuan Immortal going to do?

"My body has been fed to the human-faced fruit tree by the peach fruit man. This is just a flower branch that attaches to the soul. You cut me down and then burn it to ashes!" The Taoyuan Immortal looked depressed and full of disheartenedness.

"Is there no other way? If you are sure, I will do it." Maitreya blinked.

"No more, I have lived for so long, enough. I hope that in the next life, I will only be an ordinary person." Taoyuan Immortal shook his head.

"Amitabha, I will recite scriptures for you." Maitreya said nothing more, but just recited the Buddha for him.

Maitreya has seen the situation of Taoyuan Immortal in Zhang Yuchuan. It seems to be very beautiful, but in fact it extends its life a little. The loneliness of life and the torture of time are enough to make people feel ashamed.

According to the hope of the Taoyuan Immortal, Maitreya cut it with the real Prajna, then pulled out his soul and chanted scriptures to send it to reincarnation. As for the white flower that had been given by the soul, he looked interesting, but in the end he burned it to ashes with the Three Yang True Fire and raised it away casually.

After being freed from the Taoyuan Immortal, Maitreya thought for a moment, but did not rush to dig a tree, but went back to release a piece of Buddha's light, spewing out true energy, and sacrificing the stone box.

Finally, Maitreya dug up the entire stone box, and grabbed the villain inside by hand, put it on the ground, used Buddha light to relieve the changes and restore it to its original size.

Those villains, including farmers and soldiers, fled to the deep mountains because they avoided the war, and studied immortal arts from Taoguo people with all kinds of thoughts.

Taoguo people are also very good. They teach these scholars how to enter tranquility, exercise, and fast. Then when they learn some magic power, they use gourds to turn them into pus and blood, and give them to the human face fruit trees as nutrients.
Chapter completed!