The sun shines through the hall gate, and the carved lattice spots cast on the ground. In the quiet palace, the incense burner ripples and passes the colorful shrine.

A big door with the word "Dao" was facing the door, with one hand behind him and holding the whisk in the other hand looking into the distant sky. Soon, his eyes closed and his face slightly lowered.

"Qingfeng."

Under one side of the palace eaves, a boy with a double bun turned out of the hall pillar and bowed.

"Disciple is here."

"Sent to Yuwen Tuo and the little demon with painted skin, it's time to prepare."

The long beard shook slightly, Master Wuyuan swayed the whisk lightly, took off his elbow bend, and walked down the bluestone steps in front of the palace. The sun shone on the qilin Yin and Yang Bud, and the dark scales flashed, "... In addition, let the old monk out too, and the pure Buddhist teachings cannot be wasted."

"yes!"

The Taoist boy named Qingfeng bowed his hands together and bowed, stepped out a few steps, turned around and walked to another palace building on the side, approaching the Shi Palace Gate, and kept walking. The palace gate opened silently inward, allowing him to go straight in, put out the eternal lamp posts of the seven-star formation, and ignited the lights together.

The seven-star eternal lamp array has an altar in the middle, and there are three long incense burning halfway on the incense burner. Qingfeng stepped into it with strange steps and took a long pole above. The shaft was golden and colorful, and the top was in the shape of a flower intertwined with rattans. He gently hit a bronze bell three times.

Bang~~

The bell sounded low and resounded throughout the palace, with a solemn expression on the breeze, and spoke crisply at the bronze bell.

"Senior Brother Yuwen, Master lets you do it."

The bell was still echoing. The Taoist boy put down the golden strike in his hand and bowed to the incense burner. He took a scroll of painting placed on the mount, held it in front of his chest and walked out. He closed the door behind him, and turned away the huge shadow that was raising the sky and passing through the clouds.

The branches are lush and leaves are connected to the sky, with dense branches and gaps between the leaves, and the light spots are bright. As the breeze blows, the branches sway, like dense stars flashing in the night sky.

The sound of the tree cages was rushing, and there were also children's laughter. The closer they got, the clearer they were.

At this moment, Master Wuyuan was standing in the courtyard in front of the giant tree. He heard the footsteps coming and waved the whisk.

"Qingfeng, let the monk out."

“Yes, Master!”

The Taoist boy held the scroll and bowed, then threw it into the air, his lips quickly stammered, and the mum said a spell in a coaxing manner. The scroll thrown out from top to bottom an old monk with pale beard and his eyes widened with a golden bowl in his hand.

The magic light flashed through the above picture, and a light yellow beam of light flashed on the ground in an instant. He saw the figure wearing a cassock rolling around on the ground twice. When he stood up, the cassock brushed away. The old monk Zhenkong turned around and his beard opened angrily.

"Bold monster, dare to tease me, Daluo magic spell-"

In that place, the figure of a qilin yin and yang bulb couldn't even look at him. With a whisk in his hand, he saw black shadows breaking through the ground around the old monk, all of which were long ropes. The head of the rope was carved with snake heads slightly opened. During the long kiss, a human face with delicate facial features screamed, and the rope had a gossip pattern.

In an instant, the monk Zhenkong's ankles, arms, and even his neck and throat were wrapped around, and the rope head was dancing, like long snakes.

The old monk who had originally shouted out suddenly, the rope snake wrapped around his neck tightened his body, and the last four words "Da Luo Mantra..." in his mouth were broken. The waving hands and feet suddenly felt weak, and they were tightly pulled and straightened, and raised them into the air.

"Uh...you...who are you..."

The angry old monk seemed to have his anger been eliminated. His limbs hung in the air for a few times, gritted his teeth, stared at the figure on the side. The mottled sunlight shook lightly with the branches and fell on the Wuyuan Master. Monk Zhenkong suddenly opened his eyes wide and his struggled movements calmed down.

"...it's you...no...no, you won't be so old...who are you?!"

“It doesn’t matter who it is.”

Master Wuyuan sprinkled the whisk and fell off his arms. On the hand that bent his arms, the magic tricks were constantly changing. A cluster of red light appeared on the ground around the towering tree.

"Buddhism has the power to overcome difficulties and transform into difficulties, so let me use it."

Monk Zhenkong's Buddhist cultivation is profound, but the ropes and snakes wrapped around him are extraordinary things. No matter how they drive the power of the Buddha, they are like stones sinking to the sea, and they cannot be stirred up at all.

When he heard what the other party said, the old man's face turned red, and it was hard to care who the other party looked like. His hands and feet struggled violently, and his voice squeezed out his gritted teeth and blew out loud.

"Evil thief, you are in your Taoist robe!!"

Master Wuyuan did not answer, but just raised his wide sleeves. The old monk shouting and scolding seemed to be blocked by someone, and his words turned into a muffled muffled sound.

When he waved his wide sleeves, the magic trick he pinched with his fingers changed. The old monk Zhenkong exuded a brilliant golden Buddha aura and sank into the ground along the ropes and snakes. At this time, the branches and leaves of the giant tree that were not far away suddenly shaking, and the exposed several thick roots of the tree were squirming like they were sucking.

Wow—

Wow! Wow!

The tree cage swayed, and the grudges connected by the "baby" fruits hanging on the branches broke in a flash, just like a baby who had a baby who had left his umbilical cord and made a loud cry, falling from the branches, and all of them fell off the eight red lights below, disappearing.

The old monk, who was gradually weakening not far away, raised his face and looked at the baby falling from the branches. His Adam's apple rolled, his face extremely ugly.

"What the hell are you going to do..."

"You'll know soon."

Seeing the red light gradually growing, Master Wuyuan looked at the sky behind the lush branches and leaves, holding the whisk and carrying it behind, and his long white beards gently stroked in the wind.

......and you, Lu Liangsheng.

Above the sky, the red light dragging its long tail hanging in the sky like a scroll, wandering the earth below the clouds, to the southeast of the most prosperous city in the world, on the official road outside the suburbs, the branches hanging down on both sides suddenly moved forward. In the blink of an eye, a group of figures and donkeys passed by like the wind.

The whimpering sound of wind blew in his ears, and Lu Liangsheng's consciousness was still a little confused. A piece of tree stem wrapped around him was constantly sent into his body with magic power, and his chaotic cultivation level was finally awake at this time.

The wind was rumbling, and the scholar lying on the back of the donkey supported himself.

“Where we go…”

Seeing Lu Liangsheng awaken and speak, the roadman was in a hurry to stop the magical talisman in his hand, and the old donkey, who was running wildly, stopped his hooves and dragged it out a long sound.

In the shaking bookshelf, the moment the "bang" hit sounded, the Toad Taoist covered his head and pushed open the small door, kicked his short legs and climbed up the bookshelf, jumped in front of his apprentice, stretched out his webbing to support the back of the old donkey's hand.

"Liangsheng, what's wrong with you now?"

From the south bank of the river to the current location, it is only more than a hundred miles away from Chang'an. When the scholar wakes up, he doesn't have to hurry to rush.
Chapter completed!