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boom! !

There was a muffled sound, the hillside shook and rocks rolled down. Two figures ran away with swords and stopped half a mile away.

"Finally it's done. After killing this old monster, I can live quietly in the mountains."

Yan Chixia sheathed her sword and stared at Liao Wenjie like a knife. The implication was that it was almost time for those who disturbed his seclusion to leave.

"Congratulations to Master Yan for getting what he wanted, but there is no time in the mountains. Don't forget the three-year promise. My brother-in-law is waiting for you in Nowhere." Liao Wenjie reminded.

In fact, there is no need for Yan Chixia to say more, Liao Wenjie is also ready to say goodbye. After living in Lanruo Temple for half a year, the tool man Yan Chixia has nothing to squeeze out of him. Today, he is invited to take action to give the dryad grandma a happy life, just before leaving. Signal.

"I'm the master, and the brat who had a three-year contract came to me, so there's no reason for me to go to him." Yan Chixia muttered, saying something different.

After saying that, he returned to the hillside with his sword and struck the rocks with his sword, trying to dig out the body of the tree demon.

Liao Wenjie raised his brows and smelled the smell of 'benefits'. The red thread turned into ghost hands, digging a big hole like a dog plow, and dug out a burnt wooden pile from deep underground.

Clang!

Yan Chixia swung her sword to sweep away the sword energy, removing the burnt dead wood, leaving a square golden tree core about the height of a person.

"This is?"

"The core of a thousand-year-old tree, I can't say how precious it is, can just be used to make evil-busting arrows." Yan Chixia raised her hand and patted the core of the tree until it made a banging sound.

"Tsk, it's so miserable to be a monster. You'll be chased and chopped down by old Taoist priests while you're alive. After you die, even your body will be put back into the furnace for reuse."

"Stop talking sarcastically. If it were you and I who died in the hands of the old monster from Black Mountain, the result would not be much better. At best, I will be refined into a ghost general. From now on, I will be driven by him. You and Ning Caichen, the two pretty boys, will be the same." It’s tragic, many monsters and monsters just like this.”

"That's right, so..."

Liao Wenjie pointed at the core of the tree: "I also have a share in subduing demons, and I'll share some of the evil-killing arrows!"

"You don't have a magic bow, so what do you need arrows for?"

"It makes sense. Having arrows but no bow means nothing, so... Master Yan, you are living in seclusion, why not give me the magic bow in your hand, and I can use it to subjugate demons. It will be a good talk."

"..."

Yan Chixia turned around and returned to Lanruo Temple with fierce words.

…

Three days later, Liao Wenjie rode his horse on the official road, heading towards Luoyan Gorge.

The magic bow was not deceived, and the evil-breaking arrows were not his part, but the old Taoist priest kept his words about driving people away, but his body was still very sincere, and he gave him seven soul-locking needles as a practical gift.

Liao Wenjie was so moved that he stayed in Lanruo Temple to drink with Yan Chixia for three days. He couldn't drink anymore, so he escaped from Lanruo Temple this morning.

Right now, he is looking for Ning Caichen.

After dealing with the Dryad Granny and cleaning up the remaining remnants, he didn't feel like he could leave the current world. He immediately realized that the journey of refining his heart was not over yet.

According to Uncle Jiu’s experience that time, there is only one possibility, and the BOSS has not been finished yet!

Centipede Essence - Pudu Cihang.

It is not difficult to find Pudu Cihang. This demon pretends to be the body of a Buddhist monk and is a famous mage who protects the country. In the past six months, he has secretly killed the imperial officials, controlled the government, sucked the luck of the imperial court, and wanted to transform into a dragon.

Because of his overwhelming power, Pudu Cihang built palaces in various places, and his whereabouts were known to everyone, so it was no secret.

But before that, Liao Wenjie wanted to find Ning Caichen first. According to the original plot, Ning Caichen left Lanruo Temple and was imprisoned for no reason because he looked like a bearded fugitive.

Two eyes and one nose, so they look alike!

Ning Caichen spent a long time in jail until he became a bearded man. Then one dark and windy night, he was secretly dragged out by the executioner for questioning.

Fortunately, with the help of his fellow inmates, he successfully escaped from prison.

After not seeing each other for half a year, and because of his own intrusion, Liao Wenjie was not sure whether Ning Caichen would still have such bad luck, so he could only return to Luoyan Gorge and follow the route of the provincial examination, searching town after town.

Approaching Luoyan Gorge, the previously collapsed canyon had been repaired. He turned around on his horse and was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered something. He tied the horse in the dense forest and flapped his wings to fly towards the deep mountains and old forests.

The ruins of the city of vain death.

Half a year has passed, and I don’t know what the condition of this city is, or whether it will become a gathering place for ghosts in the world. If there are many monsters, it is indispensable to give them two slaps and then use the mountain of money to suppress them.

The wings of the ghost hand flew across the sky, and Liao Wenjie saw the ruins of Wushou City from a distance, as well as the slap marks he left at that time.

The situation was much better than he imagined. Perhaps it was because of the broad daylight. Although the entire ruins of the City of Death were filled with gray fog, there was no overly strong ghostly smell.

There are a lot of wandering ghosts, but they are all insignificant little shrimps and cannot make a difference.

Liao Wenjie frowned. He saw a ray of golden light at dawn in the fog, fluttering like the wind, weak but very Zen-like.

The wings of the ghost hand fell into the forest, and Liao Wenjie strode towards the direction of Fusui City. Within a moment, he came to a thatched cottage.

A young monk in monk's robes, about ten years old, was planting vegetables by the thatched cottage. When he saw Liao Wenjie approaching, he immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, this place is so evil that it is not a good place for sightseeing. Please hurry up." Leave.”

"Since the evil spirit is so high, why don't you, a little monk, just leave and stay here in a hut?"

"It is because of the evil spirits that are soaring into the sky and the evil wind that lingers for a long time that the young monk stays here. He just wants to recite sutras every day and relieve the resentment here."

"Is this... a grand wish?"

"I don't dare. The young monk has low abilities and doesn't dare to make great wishes. It's just..."

The young monk blushed and said, "I'm not afraid of the donor's jokes. There is a sentence in the Ksitigarbha Sutra: 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?' The young monk thinks...it makes sense."

"It turns out he is a Buddhist monk, so disrespectful."

Liao Wenjie's face turned pale. Regardless of whether the young monk was overestimating his abilities or not, this awareness alone was extraordinary.

The young monk waved his hands repeatedly: "No, young monk Baiyun is not an eminent monk."

"Baiyun..."

Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed. If he remembers correctly, the white-bearded monk who killed the old Black Mountain monster a hundred years later was called Zen Master Baiyun, but that was a hundred years later.

Is it the same name, or is it that the little monk in front of me can live for a hundred years?

It seemed possible that Yan Chixia was over a hundred and fifty years old and had lived in Lanruo Temple for almost a hundred years before she died. Baiyun was more than ten years old and had accomplished Buddhism, so living another hundred years was not a problem.

"Master Baiyun, I have to say something harsh. I see that you are still young and you are not very advanced in Buddhism. Even if you sincerely recite sutras every day, I am afraid that you will not be able to overcome the evil spirits in this place."

Liao Wenjie said: "Why don't you go back to the mountain gate, be a monk and ring the clock for a day, and one day become famous as an eminent monk? Wouldn't it be happier?"

"No, sincerity brings spiritual power. As long as the young monk recites sutras sincerely, he will definitely be able to relieve the evil wind and resentment in this place!"

Bai Yun's eyes were firm, and he immediately blushed the next second: "Moreover, the young monk is not a master, nor can he become a high monk. His wisdom, perseverance, and courage are not comparable to other brothers. Being able to save this place is the young monk's lifelong wish."

"I do not believe!"

Liao Wenjie shook his head: "In the master, I really don't see any wisdom. He doesn't look very smart, but his perseverance and courage are far beyond ordinary people. If everyone in the world had a heart like yours, how could monsters and monsters run rampant?"

"The donor's words are serious, the young monk... is not that good." Bai Yun could not help but praise, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Master has great ambitions, so I won't interrupt you. You can plant vegetables slowly while I leave first as a courtesy."

"Donors, walk slowly, remember not to stay around for too long, and be sure to leave before nightfall."

Watching Liao Wenjie leave, Bai Yun clasped his hands together, suppressed his hunger, and gritted his teeth to continue planting vegetables.

At this moment, a hurricane struck from behind. As soon as Bai Yun noticed it, he was slapped hard in the back.

"puff!!"

Bai Yun vomited blood and turned pale. He turned around stiffly and saw Liao Wenjie's face. He said in disbelief: "Donor, why would you harm this young monk if you have no grievances?"

"Hehehehe, little monk, you are as stupid as a donkey, you are so warm-hearted towards everyone, and you are not wary at all. How can you survive in this world?"

Liao Wenjie smiled ferociously and said ferociously: "You are going to be killed sooner or later, why not leave your life to me and save yourself a few years of punishment."

"No, you can't! There is a lot of evil in this place. If I die here, I will definitely turn into a fierce ghost. When the benefactor encounters my unjust soul demanding life, I'm afraid he will not be able to escape..."

Bai Yun shook his head with difficulty: "Donor, if you want to take my life, why not come back in a few years and wait for me to resolve the resentment here."

"You little monk, you have a compassionate heart. God is wise. You deserve to eat fast and chant Buddha's name all your life."

Liao Wenjie sneered: "In this case, I will help you and send you to the Western Paradise!"

After saying that, he slapped Bai Yun on the shoulder and forced him to sit cross-legged on the ground. Then the power of thought turned into threads, which came out along the palm of the hand and went straight to the two major acupoints of Baiyun Xinshu and Shentang.

"puff---"

Baiyun vomited blood again, and suffered severe injuries to two important points on his vest. Knowing that time was running out, he sighed, clasped his hands together, and silently recited a Buddhist scripture: "I heard that for a while, the Buddha only had a tree in Savatthi State..."

"Little monk, this sutra is too difficult to succumb to demons. I will teach you a more powerful one. The Dharma cannot be transmitted to the six ears. Please listen carefully to me!"

Thunder vibrated in his ears, and Bai Yun felt his heartbeat frequency suddenly change. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a pool of golden light.

Thousands of Buddha's sounds filled my ears, and above the auspicious clouds in the sky, a golden Buddha with a pained face appeared in the sky and slapped his palm downwards.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were golden, and in Baiyun's eyes, a world slowly enlarged.

…

"Huh~~~"

Liao Wenjie wiped the cold sweat from his head and looked down at the unconscious Bai Yun on the ground. His brows relaxed and wrinkled, then wrinkled and relaxed.

He intended to teach the ninth form of the Tathagata Palm, but the result...

It seemed that something was wrong, but the compassion that he could not find was engraved in Baiyun's heart during the process of teaching.

Then the question becomes, this compassion is not his, let alone Baiyun's, where does it come from?

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks. Liao Wenjie looked up at the sky. He just wanted to ask, are there really no gods in this world?

"It's none of my business. I'm a serious Taoist priest. Even if there are gods and immortals, it's still a good thing for me." Liao Wenjie muttered, turned and left.

…

After a long time, the sky turned dark, and large green ghost eyes lit up in the ruins of Wushou City. The ghosts coveted the scent of white clouds and flesh, and could only wait until it was completely dark before they feasted on their appetite.

Bai Yun was very good at chanting sutras. Usually they had no chance, but today, Bai Yun was knocked unconscious. The ghosts were grateful and thanked the unknown kind-hearted passerby one after another. He really had the heart of a Bodhisattva.

At this time, Bai Yun woke up leisurely, and the golden light flashed in his eyes. He put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently, and said with regret: "The senior master tested the young monk and taught the supreme Dharma, but the young monk regarded him as a murderer and a gangster. Before leaving, I didn’t even have time to ask his name..."

swiss swish ————

The dark wind swept into the thatched cottage, and Bai Yun looked at the gradually hazy gray fog, and saw pairs of green ghost eyes filled with greed and evil thoughts.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Baiyun raised his hand and waved a palm, golden light bloomed, and the compassionate palm pushed across the border, clearing a path in the fog.

All the ghosts were silent and cautiously retreated, and the mist also retreated like a tide.

"Dear donors, I have been taught by masters of palm skills, but I don't dare to use them wisely. Tonight, let's talk about Buddhism. There are two volumes of [Buddha's Infinite Life Sutra]. Please listen to the young monk's teaching slowly..."

That night, in the sky above the ruins of Wushou City, the wailing sounds of thousands of ghosts could be heard endlessly.