The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter Thirty Seven: The Seventh Generation Companion, Goodbye Liu Yanchang

“Master, is there anything else?!”

Looking at Master Pushan who was blocking the way, Yan Chixia asked suspiciously.

Master Pushan folded his hands together and said, “Old Na also wants to ask, why did Master Yan come to Lanruo Temple this time?!”

“I’ve come to get rid of the demon!” Yan Chixia replied in a dull voice.

“Why do you have to talk nonsense, Nephew Yan!”

Master Pushan stared at Yan Chixia blankly and sighed faintly.

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and wondered, “Master, what does this mean?!”

“Amitābha!”

Master Pushan shook his head, staring at Yan Chixia, and said, “It seems that Master Yan is unwilling to tell the truth?!”

Yan Chixia stared and snorted coldly, “What a certain said is the truth.”

“No, what Nephew Yan said just now is not the truth!”

Master Pushan folded his hands together, shook his head and smiled, and said, “If you really just come here to eliminate demons and have no other purpose, then why didn’t the Sect Leader, who was authentic and Xuanxin help you, deliberately delay Lao Na’s coming to Lanruo Temple? Woolen cloth?!”

Yan Chixia’s eyes flashed slightly, and she said in a deep voice, “Someone doesn’t understand what the master said?!”

“Amitābha!”

Master Pushan was not eager or slow, and slowly said, “The dignified Xuanxin Sect Leader is annoying. If there is nothing important, how can there be so much free time to travel tens of thousands of miles and come here near Lanruo Temple. Intercept Old Na?!”

“There is no other Sect in Yuanbaili here, but you, a direct disciple of the Shushan Sect, a Sect Leader with an authentic Profound Heart, have appeared here together?! Is this a coincidence?”

“Furthermore, the Shushan Sword Sect has always had a good relationship with Xuanxin Zhengzong. Now that the Xuanxin Sect Leader has appeared here, how can you not know?!”

“So all this, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like a coincidence. On the contrary, it seems like the ulterior motives of the Shushan School and Xuanxin Zhengzong…”

While speaking, Master Pushan suddenly showed two golden lights in his eyes, staring straight at Yan Chixia, and suddenly shouted, “You can’t call it quickly?!”

This shout was like a muffled thunder, and for a moment, Yan Chixia couldn’t help but lose her eyes, as if she was under the control of an inexplicable force, naturally she wanted to say what she was hiding in her heart.

snort!

At the same time, Bu Feihua couldn’t help feeling a slight tingling in his head, and he couldn’t help but snorted, and then backed back a few steps.

“Seventh-world grievances…”

At this time, Yan Chixia opened her eyes blankly.

boom! !

However, at this moment, a colorful Sword Ray suddenly descended from the air and turned into a colorful sword formation, exuding a frightening atmosphere, directly crushing it towards Master Pushan.

“Amitābha!”

Master Pushan condensed his eyes, folded his hands together, and suddenly a golden light rushed out of his body, turning into a golden Buddha.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his right hand. Just like him, the Golden Buddha immediately waved his right hand and patted this colorful sword formation that descended from the sky.

Boom!

In the next second, the huge Buddha’s palm swept across the sky, like the hand of God, directly slapped on the colorful sword formation, and in an instant, the colorful sword formation was smashed into pieces.

Peng!

For a time, golden light and colorful rays of light intertwined and bloomed, the boundless Sword Qi overflowed, and the void exploded continuously.

After a while, the blast dissipated, and the golden Buddha converged. Master Pu Shan looked up again, only to find that Yan Chixia had disappeared.

“Amitābha!”

Master Pushan looked inexplicably towards Lanruo Temple and sang a Buddha’s name in a low voice.

At the same time, Lanruo Temple.

Ning Caichen was sitting in the Eight Trigrams that Yan Chixia drew for him, looking around.

Suddenly, a colorful Sword Ray flashed past, and Yan Chixia and Xuanxin Zhengzong Sect Leader appeared together in front of him.

“Sect Leader, what happened?!”

Seeing Xuanxin’s authentic Sect Leader, Ning Caichen was taken aback and blurted out.

“Well, something unexpected happened, let’s leave here first!”

Xuanxin’s authentic Sect Leader gave his jaw slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, the colorful sword leaped into the sky. Soon, he grabbed Ning Caichen, jumped straight, and landed on the colorful sword.

At the same time, Yan Chixia followed closely behind and fell on top of the Colorful Sword.

Immediately afterwards, the colorful sword turned into a colorful flying rainbow, carrying three people, and instantly disappeared in Lanruo Temple.

……

At the same moment.

Lanruo Temple, in the forest in the backyard.

Master Pushan was staring at Bu Extraordinaire with brilliant eyes, and said kindly, “I didn’t expect Bu benefactor to be so talented and able to make a seventh-grade ‘holy poem’!”

Hearing the words, Bu Feihua couldn’t help but startled slightly, secretly staring at Master Pushan vigilantly, and asked suspiciously, “Master knows me?!”

Master Pushan smiled slightly and said nothing.

At the same time, a golden cloud suddenly fell from the horizon.

Um? !

Bu Feihua looked up subconsciously, and suddenly saw a scholar and an old monk standing on top of the golden cloud, Huo Ran.

The old monk looked very thin and old, but his eyes were very sharp, as if it could penetrate people’s hearts.

The scholar was Liu Yanchang, who had just parted from him in the afternoon.

“Liu Yanchang?!”

Upon seeing this, Bu Fei couldn’t help but was slightly taken aback, feeling a little surprised inexplicably.

Jin Yun soon fell on the ground.

“Brother Bu!”

Liu Yanchang walked down Jin Yun and stood beside Master Pu Shan, looking towards Bu Huan with a smile.