In the forest, snow on the branches slid silently to the ground.

In front of the deadly silence of the Dharma Champions, Pudu Cihang held a fearless seal with a expressionless face, looking at more than ten people across the opposite side, especially the part of the monk in the hands of the leader, which originally belonged to him.

Nodded slightly and bowed to the Buddha.

"Good! Good! People in the world are in the sea of ​​suffering..."

"This one is the other way!"

While Pudu Cihang chanted, Zhu Ziyi shouted angrily from the opposite side: "Break this illusion--"

More than a dozen monks around him followed his instructions and raised their hands one after another. The red-headed short staff flashed with red light, and the flames rushed straight to the opposite side.

“………The immortals and Buddhas use compassion to make boats….”

Pudu Cihang's words were still continuing, and more than ten flames gushed, and the sound suddenly stopped. The air was shaking. The ripples that exploded from the ripples made the branches and leaves of the trees trembled apart.

Ruthless...

The snow splashed, and the air was filled with thunderous sounds.

"Hmm? Why is the illusion still there..."

Zhu Ziyi lowered his sword and raised his other hand, asking his subordinates to stop. More than ten spells were hit by it, just like a young child punching a hundred-year-old tree, without the shattering lights of the previous stars.

"Could..." The middle-aged monk's eyelids jumped unconsciously, "...Is it true?"

Opposite the field of view.

The splashed snowflakes and dust fell back, gradually showing the thin old monk standing there, but there were blue veins on his expressionless face.

"Good! Good!"

Puduci's voice sounded, and looked at more than ten people in the other side, with a clear female voice.

"There are too many people who are not right or wrong nowadays. Those who practice are too harsh in their practice, which will damage their practice. Only then can they put down their butcher's knife and become Buddhas on the spot."

The old donkey lying on the snow not far away, his ears trembled, and the beasts quickly supported him from the ground in the keenness. As he moved, the bookshelf slid off its back and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The old donkey spread his hooves and ran away.

At the same time, Zhu Ziyi's voice sounded and shouted loudly:

"Male and female voice...being presumptuous!"

He was about to raise his sword when a peaceful aura suddenly burst out on the old monk's body. When he saw the old monk's eyes hanging slightly, his lips stuttering, and the sounds of the Sanskrit sounds came out.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

....

The sound of Buddha seemed to come from all directions. Zhu Ziyi and the more than ten people under his command did not feel anything, but was stunned for a moment. Suddenly someone looked dazed. He threw down his magic weapon and shook his way towards the opposite side. Some familiar people rushed over to pull their companions back.

"This Buddha's voice confuses the mind and uses magic power to resist it. Come back!"

Zhu Ziyi inserted his magic sword, stepped on his feet, and half-squatted, pinched his fingers and crossed his chest. When he controlled his magic power to resist, the confused people seemed to have become a Buddha and gained enlightenment and opened several golden lights.

可可…..

Boom boom!

After several sounds of flesh and blood bursting out, the past monks stiffened and disappeared into the air.

The remaining monks had sweat stains on their faces, their necks were red, their fingers pinching their magic tricks, and their arms were trembling, struggling to resist in the sounds of the sounds that kept coming to their ears.

Pudu Cihang's eyes were dull and his lips swelled a little faster.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the end, the remaining eight monks were unable to resist, and they were filled with golden light, roared a few times, twisted their bodies, and disappeared behind Zhu Ziyi for a moment.

Zhu Ziyi's eyes were covered with bloodshots, his legs, standing in horse stance, were shaking constantly, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. At one moment, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he suddenly reached out and escaped from his arms, with a statue of god on it.

"The Holy Lord of the Bright Fire saves me!"

A red light flashed through the round jade in his hand, and two flames rushed out, flew into the air behind him, forming a half-hearted figure, and the flame palm hit him.

"Where did the monster come from?"

Pudu Cihang stopped the Fanyin, raised his eyelids slightly, and the fearless magic seal that was raised was also hit at the same time.

Bang!

The air blew, the flames shattered, dissipating inch by inch, and the round jade also made a "click" sound in an instant, breaking into several sections.

Below, Zhu Zi, who was already seriously injured, opened his eyes angrily and did not move. When the wind blew, he slowly leaned back and fell to the ground with a bang, and was already exhausted.

The sky tilts slightly, the snow reflects the sun, the gray and white in the wilderness intertwined, everything became quiet.

The crooked bookshelf on the ground suddenly creaked.

The small door of the compartment was pushed open, and Taoist Toad yawned and walked out lazily.

"What's so noisy?"

Then, his expression was stunned, his toad eyes raised, and the thin old monk looked over there.

A toad and a monk looked at each other for a moment.

The Toad Taoist suddenly turned around, walked back to the compartment, carrying a frog webbing, and said lightly:

“It’s so cold!”

As soon as he entered the compartment, he closed the two small doors with his back hand, and snoring sounds came from him.

Pudu Cihang seemed to be uninterested in the toad demon. He turned around and walked back to the crane head lotus sedan. When the curtain was lowered, he shrank his right palm, which was a trace of a burn of flame.

Soon, the sound of wooden fish, gold cymbals and chimes started again, and the team that stopped in the place turned around and disappeared in the white wilderness.

...

In the forest more than twenty feet away, two dead trees suddenly swayed and turned into Lu Liangsheng and Taoist.

The two of them retracted their magic power from each other, removed their blind tricks, and invisibility techniques, and let out a heavy breath.

"Fortunately, it's far away and I'm almost hooked up."

Lu Liangsheng shook off the snowflakes on his robe and whistled. In the forest, the old donkey jogged over, followed the scholar, and headed towards the place just now.

"I don't know if the master is fine."

When he spoke, he glared at him in anger: "You dare to pee on the centipede spirit's tentacles. Fortunately, he ran away early, otherwise we would be almost done."

"If you don't say it, how can I know?!"

Walking out of the forest, Lu Liangsheng first arrived at the place where the bookshelf was dropped and knocked on the door of the small compartment.

"Master?"

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and the Toad Taoist wrapped his small cotton jacket: "What's the matter?"

"Did you have..."

"No."

The Toad Taoist, carrying the webbing, turned around and went inside, humming.

"What a great level of cultivation for me? I have seen more scenes than this. What's so frightening to you? I can't help but hang the centipede spirit to me, thinking about the beginning..."

While speaking, Taoist Toad recalled the past again, looked at the winter Tianyun and started talking, turned around, took a breath, his face full of reminiscence. When he opened his eyes, he saw that there was still an apprentice in front of him.

"Hey... Liangsheng?"

Lu Liangsheng went to check the picture, and Hong Lian also called out peace inside.

"It's good if there's nothing to do."

Afterwards, he sorted out the books that fell. When he turned around, he saw Sun Yingxian groping on the corpse, holding a booklet and a long sword, looking through it with a smile. When he saw the scholar coming over, he threw the booklet in his hand over.

"This book is for you! Jian Bendao will use it myself."

After taking the thrown book, Lu Liangsheng took a casual look at it, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, with sloppy handwriting, but the content was indeed what he needed.

This is a sword move - the sword intent of all things.

No matter how you look at this name, it looks like a bad guy... Lu Liangsheng closed the booklet, and it was not the time to study it now. Putting the bookshelf back on the donkey's back was to take off Zhu Ziyi's body from the forest in the past.

The Taoist who was wielding the magic sword over there rolled his eyes.

"A man is dead, so the grudges will be eliminated."

The sound of digging soil in the forest continued for a while, and then Lu Liangsheng came out of it, patted the dust on his hands, and smiled:

"Besides, if someone passes by, wouldn't it be scared to death?"

He raised the sword book in his hand: "Just treat him as a reward for being buried in peace."

After saying that, Lu Liangsheng took the reins under the old donkey's neck and knocked them in the small compartment.

"Master, we're leaving."

The toad Taoist voice came from inside: "Well... I'll call you a teacher when I arrive in the capital."

In the white snow, Lu Liangsheng raised his cuffs and snapped his fingers at the Taoist.

"Go away!"
Chapter completed!