my luck is on

"The Good Light Book of Shanguang Temple really deserves its reputation. Even the god of plague can transcend it. It is worthy of being honored as the number one Buddhist scripture in the cultivation world."

The Zen stick in the little monk's hand shook the ground, and he said: "Amitabha, enlightened people don't speak secretly, so please show up as a benefactor."

"I'm not a wise person either, but why not?"

In the shade of the trees, a figure that shocked Lu Yang emerged.

The corner of Zhang Zhinan's mouth twitched into a smile, and said, "I said, we will definitely meet again, Lu Yang, a disciple of the Yaochi School of the Refining Realm, am I right?"

Lu Yang was shocked in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be calm, shrugged and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

With a "snap", Zhang Zhinan opened the folding fan in his hand, fanned the cool breeze leisurely twice, and said, "Although I don't know how you changed your appearance, when I was in the Spirit Bone Grotto, I saw Jiantao When dancing, your identity has already been confirmed."

Lu Yang spread his hands, sighed helplessly, and said, "Hey...why bother."

As soon as the words fell, two sword embryos came out along Lu Yang's body, directly grabbing Zhang Zhinan's head!

Zhang Zhinan didn't panic in the slightest, flicked his two fingers, and a purple lotus with five petals formed from under his feet, shaking the two sword embryos apart.

Facing the two spirit swords hovering around him, Zhang Zhinan grinned and said, "Is this the so-called decent style of a famous family?"

Lu Yang sneered and said, "You've got the wrong person, I'm not a decent person."

With a thought in his heart, the two swords hovered around Zhang Zhinan like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring.

Amidst the dusty sky, Lu Yang drew a complex array on the ground, trapping Zhang Zhi.

Just when Lu Yang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a scorching breath exploded in front of his eyes.

The entire Lost City was shaken, the city walls collapsed in several places, the streets in front of them were razed to the ground, and the shapeless talisman formations on the ground had already been torn to pieces.

Zhang Zhinan patted the dust on his body, looked at the astonished Lu Yang, and said with a smile: "Under absolute power, one can forcibly break through the formation, don't you know?"

Lu Yang took a deep breath, such a powerful force...

"You refined all the resentful spirits and evil spirits in the whole city, right?"

Zhang Zhinan pinched his fingers, and a purple fire lotus took shape in his hand, and said: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters are rare for me, especially this time I just met the God of Plague, which can be said to be once in a thousand years." Great opportunity."

Lu Yang said disgustedly: "What a disgusting opportunity, I don't want to see you again."

The purple fire lotus in Zhang Zhinan's hand burst into a strange light, and he said arrogantly, "Have you decided to come with me now?"

Lu Yang pulled out Xu Miao, smiled lightly and said, "The ghosts will go."

Zhang Zhinan smiled and said, "I think so too."

The brilliance of Zihua illuminates the entire sky, and the strange brilliance is breathtaking.

"slow."

A sound made Lu Yang and Zhang Zhinan stop their movements.

Lu Yang was slightly surprised. For some reason, as soon as the monk opened his mouth, he would be involuntarily intimidated and completely powerless to resist.

"The Buddhist lion's roar can really shock people's hearts. It's an eye-opener for me."

Zhang Zhinan narrowed his eyes into a line, sized up the little monk, and kept turning thirty purple lotuses in his hands.

The little monk looked at the fire lotus blooming with a strange edge, the Zen stick in his hand was so bright that he suppressed Zihua faintly.

"The benefactor has already killed countless sins, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

The purple fire lotus in Zhang Zhinan's hand slowly closed, and withered and scattered before everyone's eyes. He said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha right away? You who grew up in the bright world, how do you understand life under the shadows?"

Glancing at the bright cassock, Zhang Zhinan smiled and said, "Among the Holy Cult, there are only two kinds of people who don't have blood on their hands. The first kind is the dead, and the second...the dying!"

Zhang Zhinan turned around and said, "The south of the Lost City is within the sacred domain. If you have the courage, you can go in and see for yourself. This way, you will know how ridiculous your remarks are!"

The little monk closed his eyes and said silently: "Amitabha."

Among the collapsed wreckage, people began to come out one after another.

Everyone looked at Lu Yang and Xiaoseng, and shed tears of gratitude, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Two gods, you two are so kind and virtuous, woo woo..."

The little monk chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and walked out of the lost city slowly.

Looking at the young monk's back, Lu Yang took out half of the Juling Guiyuan Pill from his bosom, threw it into the well without looking back, and said, "I've already poured the antidote into the well, and it's only effective for half a month. It needs to be cured." If so, take advantage of this half month."

Stepping outside Chengmen, I saw rows of soldiers standing in front of them, looking at the monks and Lu Yang.

Seeing this, the little monk ignored everything else and left on his own.

Seeing the direction the little monk was walking, Lu Yang frowned.

"This road goes south, Master continues to walk, and you will enter the scope of the Devil's Cult."

The little monk said calmly, "In order to transform the world, even hell is nothing to be afraid of."

Hearing these words, Lu Yang was stunned for a while, then smiled wryly: "That's right, with Master's skill, the Demon Sect can't easily threaten you."

The little monk said modestly: "The little monk's Dharma name is Zhiguang, and the name of the master, I can't afford it."

Lu Yang showed a slight smile, and said, "I'm going back to the Lianjing Sect first, Master Zhiguang, see you again."

Little Monk Zhiguang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "My little monk has a saying to advise fellow Taoists, fellow Taoists have too much hostility and murderous aura, the best policy is to cultivate more meritorious deeds."

Lu Yang looked at his hands in doubt, and then suddenly realized.

It turned out that all the sword fetuses in his body had been baptized by the murderous aura in the city just now, and the murderous aura and blood aura that had been suppressed for thousands of years were stimulated. No wonder the little monk Zhiguang said that his murderous aura was overwhelming.

Lu Yang's mind moved, and the murderous aura that was originally monstrous turned into overwhelming murderous aura, venting out in all directions.

Little monk Zhiguang waved his cassock with a pale face, and the Zen staff in his hand emitted a solemn golden light.

But at the next moment, all the murderous aura subsided, and more pure spiritual power was slowly released.

The door of life opens, the door of death closes.

The spiritual power between heaven and earth is centered on land and ocean, swarming like hundreds of rivers and seas, and it flows continuously.

Little monk Zhiguang put on his cassock again, and said, "Friend Daoist's magic power is truly astonishing, this little monk has opened his eyes."

Feeling the murderous aura remaining in the air, Lu Yang laughed at himself, "It's not called mana, but it's just a small skill."

Zhiguang recited Amitabha, and said: "The six reincarnations are nothing more than different routes leading to the same goal. What you see before you is nothing more than a lifetime of wandering around. Small tricks are also capable."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "Here, Lu Yang bids farewell to Master."

Zhiguang saw that Lu Yang pulled out his waist and wanted to fly away with the sword, so he quickly shouted "Slow!"
Lu Yang was stunned for a while, then pulled Xu Miao back.