Chapter 1353: Fengqi Lanruo Temple

Dripping blood
Blessed One's heart is bleeding
The traces of origin that a sword cut down were enough for him to practice for decades. Zhang Bairen had cut himself more than 30 knives before, and the day of Consummation was delayed infinitely by this servant.
There was a haze in the world's eyes at this time, his eyes looked into the distant void, looking at the background of Zhang Bairen's departure, he sighed helplessly, and there was a touch of worry in his eyes.
Really worry
Things have surpassed my expectations. I only hope that Zhang Bairen said things were false before he left, otherwise the trouble would be serious.
Zhang Bairen's current treasure power has not yet reached its peak state, when will it be the peak state of the treasure?
How do you restrain him?
"It seems that we have to hurry up to cultivate and stabilize the origin of the treasure as soon as possible. Although it is a bit distressing to be cut by more than 30 knives, but... as long as you practice hard, one day you can achieve Dafa, a mere decades of practice, and treasure Compared to the trees for thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life are not worth mentioning." The Blessed One closed his eyes, but for some reason, there was always a bad feeling in his heart.
A dress
Chunguijun left Li Shimin's mansion, looked around with a pair of eyes, the next moment he jumped into the void and disappeared.
Reappear
Spring Guijun has turned into a rotten old man, and he gave a light breath to a tree beside him.
next moment
However, the tree was twisted and turned into a human form. The change became a middle-aged man, a respectful salute to the Spring Return Jun.
Chunguijun smiled and nodded. The two of them carried a burden on their shoulders and turned into elderly travellers. At this time, they slowly walked into the distance.
"It's also interesting!" Chungui Jun didn't know what he thought of, and smiled to himself. Then he stood up, carried a burden, and came to the ruined temple.
"Jumang, what's the matter with you here?" A black wind rolled up, and the figure of Shebi corpse appeared in the field.
Shebishi and Jumang are the gods of vitality and the gods of death, and they are inherently incompatible with each other.
It is indeed natural to not deal with it!
If everyone were not in the Yang world, and they were all reduced to zombies, Shebi Zhe would not pay attention to Jumang anyway.
Look at the corpse
Junguijun smiled softly: "You don't want this expression, I invite you to come naturally to plan a major event!"
Speaking of this
Spring Return Jundao: "You helped me kill Nie Yinniang!"
"Huh? Why?" She was taken aback, and Nie Yinniang's reputation was naturally heard: "But it's worthy of me to take action for a mere female class?"
"You look down on the female streamers?" Ju Mang smiled softly: "Now that the Buddha and Tao are respected in Yang Shi, killing Nie Yinniang can take the opportunity to provoke the relationship between Buddhism and Taoism, and I can only wait for the fisherman to regain his strength."
Shebi's face suddenly became dignified when she heard the words, and after a while, she said, "Will the plan be settled?"
"Old Black Mountain Demon!" Jumang said casually.
Hearing this, Shebishi frowned, and then nodded: "Well, for the sake of me waiting for the supreme cause, you tell me in detail."
Lanruo Temple
Now Lanruo Temple's Buddha light rises into the sky, and it has become a famous temple within a radius of several tens of miles nearby. Many refugees pass by here and come to worship with incense.
No one noticed that a thin old man walked slowly among the crowd, looking at the pilgrims who kept coming and going, his eyes showed a touch of emotion:
"Buddha, Dao!"
If all the incense fires are under the control of Buddhism and Taoism today, what do you tell them to do?
Incense is a good thing, it is the existence of ten thousand gold oil. If the cultivation base is not enough, it will be better to become a god.
In short, I am not afraid of too much incense, but not enough.
After a while
"Old Black Mountain Demon? Even after being refined by Buddhism, this demon spirit is still like a bright light in the night, so dazzling! If you don't cultivate a good ghost way, you say what Buddhist way you cultivate!" She is shaking his head and shaking his head. , A path went straight through the main hall, and the left and right Buddhist disciples actually regarded Shebi corpse as nothing, and went straight to the side hall along the way.
"Squeak~~~"
With a soft sound, the door was pushed open.
"Didn't I say that without my permission, no one can come in?" The old demon Heishan said impatiently, then opened his eyes, looked at the thin old man, and froze for a moment: "Why did Lao Zhang come here? You Who is it?"
"The old man is Wu Qi, the elder of the Sorcerer Sect of Southern Xinjiang. I passed by Baocha today and saw the ghostly place here. There is a good seed from my left, but I can't bear to miss it, so I went to the door without authorization to save it." Wu Qi's words were full of sincerity.
Degree?
A bad feeling arose from the old Black Mountain demon's heart, but without waiting for his actions, Zhang Bairen had already stretched out a palm, instantly covering the universe of the sun and the moon and covering the universe, and patted the old Black Mountain monster on the forehead.
"Uh-uh-uh-" the old Black Mountain demon screamed, but the voice could not be heard from the room, and then he saw the old black mountain demon's forehead violently violently, the next moment Wu Qi shrank directly and turned into a thumb-sized figure. The little man walked into the black mountain old demon's eyebrows: "It is a good place to borrow your body to steal part of the Buddhist incense power."
As he spoke, the face of the old demon Heishan changed, and then he saw the light flowing between his eyebrows, the whole person was slightly sluggish, and his expression instantly regained agility.
"Forget it, how long has it been to go down the mountain?" Nie Yinniang was driving the sword, and her eyes were full of heroism in the landscape.
Although she is a woman, she is arrogant and dry, no less than beard.
Kill the demon!
There are a lot of monsters in the troubled times, plus the zombies and ghosts that ran out that year, Nie Yinniang has achieved fruitful results.
"Walking for a long time, if the color is getting darker today, I still need to find a place to rest!" Nie Yinniang looked at the firelight in the distant dusk, her eyes brightened and she rushed over.
Huh!
Escape and land
But I saw two casual repairmen walking outside ~EbookFREE.me~ and various shoulder-carrying objects were placed on the ground not far away.
Both of them are old men with withered bodies, obviously often living various hardships, thin and skinny.
Behind the two of them is a slightly broken temple. Obviously, the reason why they rest here again is because of the relationship between the temples.
Seeing Nie Yinniang who suddenly appeared, both of them became vigilant.
Nie Yinniang didn't say much, and she cleared the open space while sitting there silently, sitting cross-legged and meditating to observe the sword energy.
At this time, I only heard the old man say: "Oh, the former convenience is the Lanruo Temple of the Demon Cave. It is said that there is an old Black Mountain demon lurking in the temple and plunged into the Buddhist gate.
"Old Black Mountain demon, this scourge was slashed by Wusheng Sword back then, but was ran away by him at Hangu Pass last time. It's really a good person who won't live long, and the scourge left a thousand years!" The thin young man bowed his head and looked Sluggishly.
"Then Black Mountain is really powerful, even Zhang Bairen can't kill him, and even the Shushan Jiange can't help him!" The old man suddenly said again.