Patriarch of Wanjiao

Five days later, on the official road outside Wangxuan City.

A plain white convoy came from a distance, accompanied by the clear bells to the left and right, and the faint sound of chanting sutras came from the carriage.

"In terms of law, if you walk another five miles, you will be in Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a burly and burly man ran back from the front. His steps were windy, his feet were amazing, and he was ten feet away with one step. There was a faint golden mark between his rough brows, which seemed like an ancient The words, revealing a mysterious meaning.

Precept-holder warriors are masters of enlightenment in Tianchan Mountain. Only monks who have reached the peak of nine inches and have entered the law are eligible to be equipped.

According to the rumors, precept-holding fighters are those who are chosen to have the most positive fate. They have been fed with elixir since childhood, enlightened their tendons, and tempered their internal organs, so that their bodies are different from ordinary people. Even if they don't cultivate their inner breath, they are still capable. In the end, he was enlightened with the ancient method of Tianchan Mountain, the so-called enlightenment poured into the barrel, and turned into a strong man.

On weekdays, ring-holders can perform most of the mundane tasks for the monks they serve.

Especially when monks fail to keep the precepts, they will bear their sins and all kinds of karma will be added to them, hence the name.

Once this kind of precept-holders recognize the master, they will serve them for life. The higher the master's Dharma, the stronger their cultivation.

"The master of Tianchan Mountain has finally come."

At this moment, a cold voice resounded on the official road.

The ring-bearer's complexion was gloomy, and he turned around to look, only to see a thin girl walking slowly, with an extremely exaggerated sword on his back, almost as tall as a person, with sharp sharpness and sword aura, but it made him This cold official road is even more chilling.

"Who are you, dare to stand in my way in Tianchan Temple?" the ring-bearer snapped.

In an instant, the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled up, almost tripled in size. At first glance, the circumference of the whole person suddenly increased, and his body was twice as tall as before. Terrifying power spread under his feet.

The ground cracked, and cracks raged like a python, pressing down on the young man with the big sword on his back.

Peng...

At this moment, a fierce sword energy howled and roared, and the cracks that spread one after another suddenly collapsed. The terrifying air pressure rushed in like a flood, and it shocked the tall and mighty ring-keeper More than ten steps.

"You..." The ring-bearer shouted in shock and anger.

"Great Compassion Sword Intent, already three-point fire... You are the heir of Tingjian Mountain, don't ask about the year..."

Suddenly, a slow voice came slowly from the carriage, which made people feel at ease, and the originally pale face of the ring-bearer instantly returned to blood.

"Okay, you are indeed the youngest Buddhist monk in Tianchan Mountain, and you can see through my origin at a glance."

Holding a big sword, Mo Wennian stood sideways, his eyes glowing with unprecedented splendor.

In Tianchan Mountain, only those who have broken through the precepts of Tianchan can be called Dharma monks.

Among the current mountain gates, the only person who can be called the youngest Dharma monk is Wuxiang, who is known as the strongest descendant of Tianchan Mountain.

"Wu Xiang, I'm here for you today." Mo Wennian pointed with his sword.

"I have been waiting for you here for three days and three nights just to challenge you."

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddha's horn resounded from inside the carriage.

"You are only eight inches away, how can you stop the boundless Buddha Dharma?"

"In a desperate situation, only by recklessly doing the impossible can we advance bravely and enter the Tao with a sword..." Mo Wennian said in a deep voice.

"This is what Hei Jian left behind..."

In the compartment, the young monk's voice moved slightly.

"Unfortunately, that is a person who slanders the Buddha. He is mad by nature, and it is not tolerated by the heavens."

Speaking of this, the young monk's voice sighed softly: "You are like him, but unfortunately you don't have his courage and strength."

"Wu Xiang, you are really arrogant, dare to judge the predecessors?" Mo Wennian sneered.

"Back then, Heijian worshiped the mountain and Tianchan, and you asked him why he didn't worship the Buddha when he saw the Buddha."

"Hei Jian said, hold your body wide, so what's the matter if you don't worship the Buddha? With just one word, the Buddha's door is wide open, and the golden light shines everywhere... Even your ancestors from Tianchan Mountain can't stop that man's sharpness, so what virtue do you have?" Can you? Dare to say such a lie?" Mo Wennian sneered and understood.

"Qingshan is so charming, I only hate that the ancients don't see me."

The indifferent voice sounded again, like an ancient clock, like a wooden fish sinking.

"Crazy monk, it's not as good as life and death in your hands."

Mo Wenjian shouted violently, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, and the fierce sword light shot up into the sky, cutting off his own head.

The blood light soared into the sky like a pillar floating in the ocean, the huge head was swinging in mid-air, and the round eyes were full of unbelievable affection.

"Amitabha, good is good."

The Buddha's name of compassion rang slowly, revealing the meaning of compassion for heaven and earth.

"According to the law, do you want to collect his body?" asked the ring-bearer.

"Born in heaven and earth, returning to heaven and earth, how can we collect the corpse?"

"Wonderful understanding of the law."

The ring-bearer clasped his hands together, his face revealing incomparable devotion and respect.

From the beginning to the end, the youngest Buddhist monk in Tianchan Mountain never got out of the car, and he didn't even show his face.

As soon as the words fell, the plain white frame drove again, forming a sharp contrast with the scarlet corpses on the roadside.

Between heaven and earth, the moment of life and death is separated by this thought.

"In terms of law, something happened to Lin Ming of Riyue Mountain, he was seriously injured, and he still hasn't left the customs."

The ring-bearer followed closely beside the frame, and slowly conveyed the information he had just obtained.

"As for who defeated him, we don't know... There are reports that it may be the people who returned to the ruins..." the ring-bearer said respectfully.

"Riyue Shanming... I heard that this person has been blessed by the Star Ape Dharma..."

Inside the frame, there was no phase whispering, and the sound of turning the rosary could be faintly heard.

"Now that Lin Ming is not seriously injured, I'm afraid Riyue Mountain can only be reduced to a joke." The ring-bearer said lightly.

In his eyes, it is natural that Tianchan Mountain is the number one in the world, and everyone else will be reduced to a foil.

This kind of hatred has been deeply rooted since the day he became a ring guard.

"You don't know the magic technique of Riyue Mountain..."

Suddenly, Wu Xiang spoke.

"There are sun and moon in the heaven and earth, and yin and yang in the world... A single yang does not grow, and a single yin does not grow. Riyue Mountain has never had a unique brilliance."

"The legal meaning is..." The ring-bearer changed color upon hearing the words, and couldn't help asking.

"Now that the yang is declining, the yin must be flourishing... Now it seems that it can't be hidden."

The leisurely whispers resounded throughout the cold official road, and as the plain white frame went further and further away, they were finally unhearable.

……

Looking at the outskirts of Xuancheng.

A dilapidated house, which was originally the granary of Jingci Nunnery, is only half a mile away from the nunnery.

Since the accident that night, Hong Xiaofu has come here often.

Li Mo thought that he had changed his temper, got close to nature, practiced the law and enlightened the Tao, and finally he was on the right path.

"I am coming……"

When he came to the granary, Hong Xiaofu knocked on the door, only to hear a "squeak", and the loose wooden door slowly opened.

As soon as he came in, Hong Xiaofu saw the thin and fair Ning Huaiju curled up in a corner with his hands on his knees, not far away was a dead cat lying there stiffly.

"This is……"

Hong Xiaofu frowned slightly, but did not continue.

After these days of contact, he already has a general understanding of the physique of the mysterious girl in front of him. As long as she is not around, any small animal that gets close to the latter will not survive.

"I...I didn't mean to...you...you can't leave me for too long..."

Ning Huai's expression was a little sad, like a child who did something wrong, lowered his head, as if he was justifying, or admitting his mistake.

"I don't blame you...my friend said that heaven has the virtue of good birth, and it can give birth to a good fetus in the next life."

While talking, Hong Xiaofu put down the lunch box, picked up the dead cat's body, and walked outside.

"where are you going?"

Ning Huai curse turned him around and asked in a panic.

"I buried it."

Hearing this, the uneasiness on Ning Huaiju's pale face dissipated a bit, but seeing Hong Xiaofu's back going away, he still couldn't help saying: "You...you come back quickly...cough cough..."

"soon."

A moment of waiting seemed extremely long to Ning Huaiju, her watery eyes were fixed on the door, she wanted to get up and go out to have a look, but hesitated.

Finally, the sound of footsteps came again, and Ning Huaiju hugged her knees nervously. When she saw Hong Xiaofu coming in, she was relieved, and a rare smile appeared on her delicate face.

"I brought you something delicious."

As he spoke, Hong Xiaofu opened the lunch box he brought, and the tempting aroma instantly filled the granary.

"Come soon, it doesn't matter what you eat."

Ning Huaiju leaned close to Hong Xiaofu's side. She was well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child, and she didn't have much pursuit of appetite.

On the contrary, as long as she stayed by Hong Xiaofu's side, she felt much lighter and more comfortable, and even her frail body seemed to improve a lot.

Similarly, every time Hong Xiaofu came into contact with him, he felt something strange like never before.

The biggest change was his cultivation base. In just five days, he finally broke through the bottleneck and broke through to the eighth level of Inner Breathing Realm.

This kind of improvement made Hong Xiaofu feel surprised, because according to what Li Mo said, he still needs at least three months to break through the realm.

Hong Xiaofu faintly felt that this should be related to the mysterious girl in front of him.

"Didn't you say that others should not find out? I have to find a way to keep my friends from paying attention." Hong Xiaofu grinned.

Speaking of this, he admired himself a little, even Li Mo failed to notice the change in himself, and instead let him fool the past.

"We must not let others find out..." Ning Huai curse hugged a chicken leg, gnawed and said.

Since coming here, her appetite has improved a lot.

"If you sneak out, the family will be worried."

Hong Xiaofu watched Ning Huai's curse eating well, and couldn't help but speak.

Ning Huaiju was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "I'm a monster... who would worry about monsters..."

The whispering whisper seemed extremely lonely, she seemed to be asking herself, and she seemed to be stating a fact.

Jingle Bell……

At this moment, the golden ring on Ning Huaiju's wrist suddenly rang, and she frowned slightly, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

"what happened?"

"Every time this golden ring rings, I feel...uncomfortable..." Ning Huai cursed his silver teeth tightly.

"Then quickly take it off..."

As he spoke, Hong Xiaofu stretched out his hand, and just as he touched the golden ring, the inner energy in his dantian suddenly became restless, and a terrifying force came along with it, blowing it away.

"Xiaofu..."

Ning Huai's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurried forward to check.

"Silly girl, that's the sun and moon golden ring, you can't take it off."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from outside the door. As soon as the words fell, the dilapidated wooden door burst open.

A tall and slender woman walked in slowly. Her phoenix eyes were bright and her gaze was shining brightly. Her fair face exuded majesty and oppression from above. Heroic.

"You... who are you?" Ning Huaiju leaned in front of Hong Xiaofu, looked at the woman in front of him, and couldn't help showing a strange look.

"The sun and the moon are in the sky...my name is Wu Zhao."

"Sun Moon Mountain!?" Ning Huai's face turned pale, looking at the Sun Moon Golden Ring on his wrist, he seemed to have guessed something.

"As expected of a girl from Jianjun's family, she is really smart."

Wu Zhao whispered, and immediately cast her cold eyes on Hong Xiaofu.

"You are special, you can suppress this girl's special physique?"

Wu Zhao whispered softly, and actually found out the mystery at a glance.

"What do you want to do?" Hong Xiaofu said in a deep voice.

He felt unprecedented pressure from this woman, this kind of pressure is like an ant standing in front of an elephant, weak and powerless, life and death are but a moment.

"Naturally, take this girl back...by the way, I will meet the master who defeated Lin Ming."

A meaningful smile appeared on Wu Zhao's beautiful face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Xiaofu's complexion changed suddenly. Wu Zhao had already appeared in front of him, grabbing him with his hands, strangled him by the neck, and lifted him in mid-air.

"I, Sun Moon Mountain, have always been passed down from generation to generation, and the sun and the moon have always been shining together. If Lin Ming's trash is broken, I have no choice but to come forward..."

An ice-cold voice sounded slowly in the dilapidated granary, like swords and soldiers crisscrossing. Hong Xiaofu's legs kicked wildly in mid-air, and all the blood in his body was suppressed in his heart, as if he would explode at any moment.

"You let him go..."

Ning Huai cursed in a hurry and rushed towards Wu Zhao.

hum...

The majestic inner breath was like a gust of wind, but it directly knocked this sick girl away.

"You..." Hong Xiaofu's eyes were already white, and his deep anger still made him clenched his fists.

Peng...

However, as soon as he clenched his fists, an aggressive force followed, crushing all the bones in his hands.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Obviously, my junior brother will not be defeated by you."

Wu Zhao seemed less interested, a deep murderous intent flashed in her indifferent beautiful eyes, her slender five fingers slowly exerted force, and the extremely strong pressure knocked on Hong Xiaofu's neck.

"Killing... is against the law!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind Wu Zhao. The latter changed color suddenly, and with a light shake of his arm, Hong Xiaofu swung it behind him like a sandbag.

Such a terrifying strange force is enough to urge gold to break a rock, once it falls, the flesh and blood body will immediately be torn apart.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out, rounded into a hook, holding Hong Xiaofu's body, and kept losing its strength. At the same time, the other hand, with its five fingers forming claws, suddenly became like catching a dragon, with terrifying internal breaths. It exploded and rushed towards Wu Zhao.

Peng...

The two figures collided with each other suddenly, and the violent wind rose into the sky, breaking the dilapidated granary in an instant.

A figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, with Hong Xiaofu in his right hand and Ning Huai in his left hand, jumping out of the ruins.

"It's...it's you!?"

Ning Huaiju looked up, and when he saw Li Mo's face clearly, he immediately showed a surprised expression.

Isn't this the unaffected man who broke into her courtyard that day! ?

"Lin Ming was defeated by your hands!?"

In the scattered smoke and dust, Wu Zhao walked slowly, with a breath so strong that it even surpassed Lin Ming that day.

"As expected of a master of Guixu."