The sword is the devil

Chapter 112 Working in Collusion [Add more updates for the lord Xiao Zhenren]

In one night, Monk Carrying the Lamp purified three groups of ghosts, and the process went smoothly without interruption, which was really unexpected for him.

The merit refining of the lantern is progressing smoothly, the excitement comes too suddenly, the only fly in the ointment is that the companion is disgusting.

Hou Tiao harvested thirteen soul orbs overnight, and put the power of the soul orbs into the vortex of the Purple Mansion. The structure of the wall of the soul realm was greatly strengthened, and by the way, the need for absorbing heaven and earth inspirations was greatly reduced. Bai Yu's slight blemishes are due to his partner's pretentiousness.

At dawn, Monk Carrying the Lamp put away the lantern, opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with disgust, and he shook his head slightly, "...not satisfactory."

Hou Tiao put the sword back into its sheath, with a bored expression on his face, and snorted, "Bad..."

The two stayed far away, as if they were afraid of getting bad luck from each other; one chewed meat, the other slowly swallowed pancakes; one was a meat eater, and the other was a vegetarian.

After replenishing their strength and finishing their morning classes, the two left the mountain bag at the same time, without knowing where they were going.

Holding the map in his hands, Hou Tiao continued to conduct on-the-spot surveys against the actual environment of Ximeng Mountain, brainstorming where to run in case of danger would be the shortcut.

The monk carrying the lamp walks on foot, dripping a few drops of lamp oil on every key pass and main road.

Ordinary ghosts really don't put much pressure on them. Wandering ghosts may pose a threat to them, but they can also deal with them; but no one knows if a ghost or ghost will suddenly emerge from the vast Ximeng Mountain?
Only those who respect life, God will give you a way.

After wandering around like this for a day, the two of them met again in front of the hill before it got dark.

The lantern monk frowned, "I think your chicken ribs are delicious?"

Hou Tiao's face turned cold, "Not satisfactory? Well, monks are not human."

Lantern holding the lamp, Hou Niao carrying the sword, and continued to go deeper. In their opinion, they are still not satisfied with last night's harvest?
Only those who are never satisfied, the gate of heaven will open a crack to you.

The cooperation has become more and more tacit; the harvest has become more and more abundant; the two of them continued to reluctance in their expressions of reluctance.

They always lead the way alternately. Today I decide which mountain to go to, and tomorrow I will decide which mountain to go to, so as to achieve the greatest fairness; or simply put, if one day is really in danger, it will be two people walking step by step Responsibility cannot be shifted to one person.

One is uninhibited on the surface, and the other seems gentle, but they all have one thing in common, greed in prudence, carefulness in boldness.

Such days have become daily routines. Two months later, the lantern of the little monk carrying the lamp became more and more crystal clear, and the merit power contained in it has reached the juncture of quantitative change to qualitative change; the two dantians of Hou Tiao are like a lake meeting. During the rainy season, the continuous flow of small rivers and brooks really made him feel the growth process of the so-called genius.

However, the monk's face became more and more miserable, showing compassion; the swordsman's frown became deeper and deeper, and he wished that mountains and rivers and terraced fields would be wrinkled on his forehead.

For two months, the decisions were made alternately, and the only thing that remained constant was the unwavering determination to advance to the depths of Ximeng Mountain.No one is willing to retreat, and whoever retreats means that he has lost his courage in the contest between two people.

Even if the two of them don't know what is the root cause of their fighting spirit?The inexplicable targeting came from the deep fear of each other and the defense against someone who might affect them in the future.

So, I risk my life, do you dare to follow?
Of course, it is not a straight line. If this is the case, they will pass through several Ximeng Mountains several times; the two have a tacit understanding and the chicken thief chose the zigzag, or the large zigzag. Rubbing forward in twists and turns, painstakingly.

"The third day of next month is the Buddha's Good Friday. It's been nearly a year since I left this trip. It's time to go back." The monk with the lantern wrapped his body in the leather cassock, as if talking to himself, but of course Hou Tiao knew it was for He listened.

"You just said that the merits of the lantern are almost complete, and you need to go back to build and upgrade it? Does it have to be related to the Buddha?

The relationship with Buddha fart!If you really have this thought, you should suffer together with the Buddha. "

"Boring, rotten wood can't be carved." Monk Lantern expressed his disdain and didn't bother to talk to him, which lowered his level.

Hou Tiao looked at him and said curiously: "Monk, your cassock is good. I have seen a lot of markets in my travels. I have seen cloth cassocks, cotton cassocks, and silk cassocks, but I have never seen leather cassocks!
Use the skin of other beings to block your skin, as a Buddhist disciple, don't you feel pain in your heart? "

The little monk carrying the lamp showed no shame on his face, "Amitabha... the skin is worn on the body, and the Buddha is kept in the heart. It is originally one body, and mediocre people worry about it!
For the last time tonight, you choose the place. "

I really don’t suffer at all, and I don’t take advantage of any advantage. The first cooperation is the place chosen by the monk, and the last time of course falls on Hou Tiao. It can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect.

Hou Tiao knew what he meant, and pointed forward casually, "Come closer, if you go any further, I'm afraid that you, a monk, will suffer together with your Buddha."

Even if they have tried to take the largest zigzag route, the final destination of the abduction is to go forward. After two months, it is still a short distance. From the map, it has begun to approach Ximeng Mountain. terrain center.

Of course, the topographical center does not mean that it is also the center where ghosts are most concentrated. These are two different things; according to the description of Ximeng Mountain by the Quanzhen Sect, the location of the real core battle of the ancient battlefield is deeper.

But this is basically the limit of two people, and they all understand this in their hearts. In essence, the realm of both of them is still too low; The distance to Bhikkhu is equally far away.

The two of them can come here purely because they are cowardly and cowardly, and they hate each other; the mentality of hugging is that even if they are in danger, just cut off their tails to survive.As for who is the tail, of course it is the monk in Quanzhen's eyes, Quanzhen in the eyes of the monk.

The horns of each other are interpreted by them as the tail cones of each other.

During the purification of ghosts and ghosts on the [-]th, dangers often appeared, but at most it was a question of how many wandering spirits and ghosts appeared; the purification was interrupted many times, and there was even a dilemma where the two were driven to run all over the mountains , but in the end they are all harmless and unscathed.

This caused them to make some wrong judgments about the ghost level of Ximeng Mountain, and they thought it was nothing more than that.

However, luck cannot always follow anyone, there is always a day when it is exhausted.

(End of this chapter)