Yongzhou is the place where the Central Earth borders the wilderness of the Western Regions. It has many mountains and few fields, is sparsely populated, and the people are brave. On this day, a team was shuttled through the largest and longest Hengduan Mountains in Yongzhou. Two monks and more than thirty teenagers ran around in the dense forest.

Mosquitoes are often found in summer, especially in the jungle, which makes people very troubled. However, the stench emitted by these teenagers even have to retreat, which shows their horror.

In midsummer, Yongzhou is the most rainy. The changing weather always catches people off guard! Yuanjue and his group are walking forward with a clear sky. The sky is suddenly dark clouds gathering, thunder rolls in, and heavy rain comes in an instant. The raindrops as big as soybeans hit the crackling sound, and the team immediately asks them to run away with their heads in their arms.

The fat monk was the first to open the way. The branches and vines that blocked the road broke one after another under his hijack. The thin monk tried hard to maintain the formation of everyone and tried not to let any young man fall behind.

"There is a temple in front of you, so let's have a break..." The fat monk raised a voice, trying to arouse morale, but unfortunately the rolling thunder instantly drowned his voice.

However, when everyone heard that there was a place to shelter from the rain, their spirits were shocked and rushed forward with a whip. The dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the bright day was as gloomy as the night.

Before we walked far, everyone's vision suddenly became wider. This was a ruined wall covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres. It was impossible to see the edge at first sight. There was only a main hall nearby that could shelter from the rain. Everyone rushed in in a panic.

When Yuanjue was moving forward, every step was a wet footprint. They entered a broken hall with only half of it remaining. The rustling cold wind was swept with raindrops and was ruthlessly beating the broken walls. The children's clothes were wet, and under the cold wind, they were all trembling.

Tang Cheng sneezes violently and looked at the hall left and right. The light had become dark, the face of the Buddha statue was blurred, and the spider webs on both sides were tied. I don’t know how many years have passed here, and the golden lacquer has peeled off, revealing the mottled true body of the Buddha statue.

Tang Cheng stood on the edge of the broken wall, thinking, the wind blew up with raindrops, but it could not destroy the flames in Tang Cheng's heart. Tonight was the moment to decide life and death. He was step by step thinking about the plan he had already planned, and this heavy rain was a god-given opportunity.

Suddenly a thunder broke into the sky, illuminating the surroundings.

"Huh!" Tang Cheng was surprised to find that the surface of the broken wall was as smooth as a mirror, and it seemed to be cut open by someone with a sharp weapon in an instant. What kind of magic weapon is needed to cut off the hall, which was two feet thick and two feet high in an instant.

This mystery is no longer verified as the years pass, and Tang Cheng unintentionally investigates it. He sneered and looked at the thick rain curtain, his heart calming like ice and snow. The sound behind him came into his ears, which was the fat monk Yuanjue cursing.

Somehow, Yuanjue's temper is becoming anxious and cursing at any time.

Tang Cheng instantly changed into a smiley face and turned around. Under the statue of the god, Yuanjue was waving the machete purchased from five taels of silver. He cut the divine case into pieces in two seconds, and other things that could be used to ignite, or cushions or curtains, were also collected one by one.

Yuantong took out the fire sticks wrapped in oil cloth and lit the dry firewood piled up, bringing a hint of warmth to this cold rainy day. Meng Tong was happy when he saw the fires ignited one after another, and immediately took off his hair naked, lifting the wet clothes beside the fire and trying to dry them.

The two great monks were no exception. After taking off their clothes, they could see that Yuanjue and Yuantong looked fat and thin, but their bodies were really strong and their muscles were bulging one by one.

"Mr. Tangcheng, please make some barbecue and rice wine to suppress the shock. Well, everyone saves some today. Everyone should sip it to drive away the cold, but don't get drunk! Haha!" Monk Yuantong smacked his lips, missing Tangcheng's skills. After nearly ten days of traveling in the mountains, the children all complained. Yuantong would encourage them whenever he had the chance, for fear of losing his morale.

Upon hearing this, Tang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, and embarrassedly took out a wet and wrinkled ball of stuff from his arms, bowed and said, "I have reported to Master, this heavy rain has ruined the seasoning, and I can't make barbecue anymore! But there is still some rice wine, please try it by Master, Master!"

After handing the rice wine to Yuanjue, Tang Cheng sat down with the flow, picked up two dry firewood and threw it into the fire, and was extremely attentive. Tang Feifan watched coldly from a distance and spat fiercely in his heart.

Yuantong shook the wine bottle and found that only half of the bottle was left. He had to sigh and dispel the plan of dividing the wine, regardless of the child-eyed look.

Everyone was entrenched in a corner of the hall, and their clothes had not yet been dried. The children could not continue to practice the view of impurity. They were all silent. For a moment, only the beeping sounds made by the wood burning in the entire hall were left.

The wine is the same wine, perhaps because of the heavy heart. After a while, Yuanjue and Yuantong became a little scented. Tang Cheng smiled slightly, smiled brightly, and added a table leg with an incense table to the fire. He suddenly asked, "Master, we have so many people, what are you going to change?"

Yuanjue replied unconsciously: "Baiye Talisman Sutra!" As soon as he said that, Yuanjue suddenly woke up, his eyes shone brightly, staring at Tang Cheng coldly, like a poisonous snake hovering and about to strike.

Tang Cheng was calm and calm, and the smile at the corner of his mouth did not change at all, as if he didn't know that the murderous intention of Yuanjue had already arose.

Yuantong looked at Yuanjue, then looked at Tang Cheng, and suddenly burst out laughing and sighed: "Senior Brother, you really are a good disciple!"

This sentence is the second time that Yuantong said, but the meaning is very different from the previous one!

Tang Cheng asked with a smile: "But I don't know what uncle wants to exchange us for?"

Yuantong glanced at Yuanjue, took another sip of wine, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I am not like your master, obsessed with talismans. I want to change a magic trick that can contain real talismans. What level of magic tricks are, it depends on your cultivation level and quantity!"

Yuanjue glared at Yuantong fiercely and said angrily: "Junior brother, you have said too much!"

Yuantong looked dissatisfied and retorted lightly: "Senior Brother, since he took this risk and asked, there must be evidence. What's the use of us denying it? Besides, he has been staring under my nose, so what can he do to play!"

Seeing Yuanjue still relentlessly, Yuantong shook his head and said, "Okay! If it weren't for your mistake, senior brother, why should I tell you? After all, senior brother, you are sixty-year-old mother, and you are so nervous. The smiling Yan Luo who has been rampant in western Sichuan for twenty years was actually carried by a Huangkouruzi, which is really a laughing joke."

The conversation between the three made Mengtong stunned. Tang Feifan felt a bone-broken cold in his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and a timid guy even cried bitterly. It was like a command, and the crying suddenly became one after another. What’s even more ridiculous is that Mengtong shouted to look for his mother.

Yuanjue Listening's mind was confused, and he frowned and shouted: "Shut up!"

After more than three months of contact, Yuanjue has left an irreversible mark in the hearts of all the children. At this moment, seeing Yuanjuexuan’s eyebrows and eyes, everyone suddenly stopped talking, leaving only a suppressed sob.

Tang Feifan was pushed out of the crowd by several children from the same village. When he asked clearly, Tang Feifan had to ask tremblingly: "Master, I wonder how to explain the explanation of the "Baiye Talisman Sutra" when changing us to another book?"

Yuanjue sneered, looked at Tang Feifan with a slanted eyes, and said, "No one of you was a waste of money to cultivate the Impure View. After passing the Hengduan Mountains, how could I change the "Baiye Talisman Sutra"?"

Tang Cheng's heart moved. No wonder Yuanjue became much more irritable during this period and he easily became fooled by his own evil. At this time, Tang Feifan suddenly knelt down on the ground, crawled close to Yuanjue, touched the ground with his head, and kowtowed repeatedly, and kept mourning: "Master, please spare me, Master, Master, you are kind-hearted. For my diligent service these days, please spare me a bad life!"

Tang Cheng laughed out loud. This approach is really the stupidest. When Tang Feifan was in power, he looked like a rabies barking in the sun; when he lost power, he was like a charming cat, a very villain. During this period, Tang Feifan kept provoking himself, and now it seems that he is really pitiful and ridiculous.

Yuantong replied with a smile: "Take a kind heart? We monks only talk about the heart of heaven, not the heart of kindness!"

Tang Cheng suddenly said, "Is it the first time that the two masters have done this business?"

Yuanjue snorted coldly, Yuantong looked up at Tang Cheng again and said, "That's right!"

"Is it because we walk dozens of miles a day to make us tired like a dead dog, so that we don't have time to think and question?"

"More than that!"

"It is absolutely not allowed to clean our bodies. We make the smell worse than beggars. Is it to prevent any official officers from approaching and asking?"

"Boy, are you really only twelve years old?" Yuan Tong-Gen stared at Tang Cheng with his eyes looking at the monster.

"If I hadn't heard your conversation when I had cultivated the view of Counting Breaths, I would have never guessed your purpose no matter what!" Tang Cheng shook his head and asked again: "Are we still going to live after we have passed this mountain?"

Yuantong shook his head and said, "This is not something that our brothers can know!"

The children took advantage of the opportunity of the three of them talking to the door step by step. Yuanjue and the others had already noticed this, but did not stop it.

Yuanjue suddenly sneered and said, "Little beast, what's the use of asking so many questions? The Buddha will send you to see the Buddha now!" As he said that, Yuanjue stood up with a machete, smiled grimly, and walked towards Tangcheng step by step.

Tang Cheng looked shocked and asked with a halberd finger: "You, why did you stand up?"

Yuantong smiled and said leisurely: "We are monks. Although we are the most basic monks, we are not something that you can do with toxins!"

The reliance in his heart turned into a bubble. Tang Cheng was sweating heavily and suddenly roared: "Escape!" He turned over and ran out, regardless of the heavy rain outside. Meng Tong, who had already reached the door, scattered and disappeared into the rain in an instant. Only Tang Feifan was too close to Yuanjue and the other two. Seeing that he was holding a steel knife and looking fierce on his face, he was so scared that his hands and feet were cold. He rolled and crawled, tears flowing, and crawled into the wind and rain in a mess.

The originally noisy abandoned temple became extremely quiet, leaving only wind and rain, bonfires, and fat monk standing with a knife. This scene formed a strange static scene, which surprised people.

Yuanjue held his breath and stood still. After a long time, a trace of blood suddenly blew out of the corner of his mouth, and his whole body shrank to the ground with a thud, and the machete was still on the side. Yuanjue's head was sweating profusely, and he said in a hoarse voice: "What awesome poison! Junior brother, can you still persevere?"

Yuantong no longer had the calm expression that had just been calm, his face was full of fear, and he said, "My true power has no way to remove this toxin. If I have already thought of the true talisman, or can inhibit the attack of the toxin, it is impossible to imagine now. Brother, do you have any talismans that can remove the poison?"

Yuanjue said angrily: "If there is, do you still need to mention something? If I hadn't picked up the dead old man's invisibility talisman and divine movement talisman, it would have been useful, and we wouldn't even be able to deceive the children. It's so damn. If I had changed to the "Baiye Talisman Sutra", I wouldn't have to sit and wait for death like this!"

Yuantong smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother, it seems that you and I really don't have the fate of cultivating immortals and becoming Buddhas!"

Yuanjue snorted, struggled to sit up, and scolded, "No hope! Did you defeat you in one blow? Without a desperate belief, how can you overcome all obstacles on the way to immortality and climb to the top?"

Yuantong said with a hint of self-deprecating feeling: "Senior Brother, we are just two unlucky guys who can't even kidnap children. You have such ambitions, and I admire you so much."

Yuanjue was not discouraged, widened his eyes and shouted: "If you don't have it once, there will be next time; if you don't have it this year, there will be next year. Junior brother, one day, we will get rid of the identity of a great thief and become a monk who laughs at the world!"
Chapter completed!