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Chapter 64 It Was You
Guo Yu was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Master, you mean that this person has been eyeing me for a long time?"

"good."

The sweeping monk nodded and admitted, "The poor monk didn't know who he was looking for at the time, but now it seems that he is undoubtedly the benefactor."

"Then what's the reason?"

Guo Yu couldn't figure out why Wanyan Wutao would follow him.

You must know that with this person's martial arts cultivation, in this world, only a sweeping monk can beat him.

With Guo Yu's cultivation at that time, it was impossible to pose a threat to him, so I really don't know what to worry about.

Seeing Guo Yu's puzzled look, the sweeping monk asked softly, "The benefactor is planning to find this person?"

"The master guessed well."

Guo Yu didn't hide anything, and admitted frankly, "This junior has this intention. Sooner or later, we have to face the matter between the two of us. Sooner or later, this junior should be heading north."

"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk whispered a Buddha's name, looked at Guo Yu softly, and said, "In this case, the poor monk will give a Buddhist sutra lecture to the benefactor, hoping to help."

Of course, Guo Yu would not refuse. He followed the sweeping monk to listen to the crystallization of the wisdom of this eminent monk in a lifetime in a deserted forest in the back mountain of Shaolin.

As the sermon began, Guo Yu suddenly had a feeling that his soul was being pulled out of his body, and he hurriedly resisted it before regaining his composure.

"Master Bodhisattva has a heart, and he really doesn't know how to repay his love for the younger generation?"

One day later, Guo Yu's eyes reopened, flashing with light, and he bowed to the sweeping monk sitting cross-legged on the bluestone.

"Donor don't need to be too polite."

There was a kind smile on the slightly tired face of the sweeping monk, he nodded and said with a smile: "The poor monk has benefited a lot from the help of senior Xiaoyaozi in the past.

Seeing his descendants now, the poor monk should express something. "

The sweeping monk continued: "The benefactor's current martial arts is obviously complete, and it is not inferior to that person in the north.

If we can practice diligently for another 30 to [-] years, there must be another earth-shattering person in the Xiaoyao Sect. "

"Masters award."

In the past ten years, Guo Yu's improvement has indeed been great, especially when his spiritual cultivation has become so condensed that even he himself feels terrified.

If he was allowed to meet his former formidable enemy Basiba again, I believe his strange methods would definitely lose their effect, and they would not be able to break through his defense at all.

……

After Guo Yu left Shaolin, he gradually let go of his pace, walking between the sky and the earth to his heart's content, trusting the horse without any scruples, but the general direction is still north.

Cross the Yellow River, enter Shandong, and then pass through Daming Mansion, and directly enter the long-lost Youzhou area.

Along the way, Guo Yu's energy and spirit completely absorbed what he had learned from the floor-sweeping monk, and he seemed to be able to feel the breath and pulse of heaven and earth with every step.

At the same time, the feeling of facing a strong enemy became stronger and stronger, making him understand that he would meet this strong enemy soon.

A few days later, Guo Yu passed through the Liaoxi Corridor and completely entered the territory of the Jurchens. He saw a tall snow-capped mountain standing between heaven and earth in the distance.

He could feel that on the peak of this snow mountain, there was a figure waiting for his arrival.

Guo Yu was not in a hurry, but walked step by step like ordinary people, slowly climbing towards the peak.

"Your Excellency, I have been waiting for a long time."

When he got to the top of the peak, Guo Yu immediately saw a young man sitting on the bluestone with his eyes closed and resting his mind. It was Wanyan Wodai whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

He looked calm, neither sad nor happy, just sitting there like that, under the sunlight, his precious appearance was solemn, just like a Buddha.

Guo Yu stared at him, and said slowly: "Come on, let's fight today and make a complete end."

Unexpectedly, Wanyan Wodai gradually opened his eyes, stared at Guo Yu very complicatedly, and sighed in a deep voice: "I thought I could solve you easily, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until today, what a twist of fate ah."

He brushed off his clothes, stood up, and took two light steps forward, "The poor monk can only make one move, if the benefactor can continue, then you will win."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan Wuda started brazenly, stretched out his iron fist, and slammed straight at Guo Yu.

Guo Yu was so concentrated that he didn't even pay much attention to what Wanyan Wutai said specifically, so he punched back.

It collided head-on with the fist brought by Wan Yanwo, and they were against each other.

In order to give full play to his own advantages, Guo Yu slapped the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with his left hand towards Wanyan Wodai.

It forced him to throw another punch and touch Guo Yu again.

Then the two of them squatted upright in half-squatting horse stance to fight for their internal strength.

The combination of Wanyan's inner strength and his terrifying strength made him obviously stronger than Guo Yu.

But Guo Yu's hands were yin and yang, and his inner strength was so condensed that he easily neutralized the offensive led by Wanyan. He fought effortlessly and looked relaxed.

With the passage of time, steam gradually rose from the foreheads of the two, and Guo Yu finally felt a little pressure.

With a ruthless heart, he couldn't help adding a little more anger, and then a shocking scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

I saw the bright spots slowly emerging from Wanyan Wo's body, and gradually more and more, and finally a piece completely wrapped his body inside.

"drink!"

Guo Yu let out a loud cry, rushed forward with all his strength, and sent Wan Yanwo flying away.

"Pfft!" Because of the excessive force, the two qi in his body surged back, and Guo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stretched out his sleeve and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, fixed his eyes on the figure lying on the ground, and said word by word in shock: "Basiba is you!"

"Yes, it is the poor monk."

Ba Siba admitted frankly that his body gradually distorted and changed, becoming the monk in Guo Yu's impression.

"What's going on here?" Guo Yu snapped.

At this moment, how can he not understand that his wonderful experience in Tianlong World is all caused by the people in front of him.

"Benefactor Guo, I didn't expect the poor monk to lose in the end."

Ba Siba struggled to get up and sat cross-legged on the ground, his tone full of helplessness, "This is a spiritual world jointly constructed by the poor monk and your memory, independent but closely connected with the original world.

The poor monk originally thought that with the help of dozens of generations of eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism, he would be able to defeat you in this spiritual world in one fell swoop.

In this way, you can seize control of the donor's body and continue to live with your skin. "

"Isn't this just taking a house?"

Guo Yu was shocked when he heard that, he didn't expect that he would experience such a terrible thing during this period of time.

The ignorant is really fearless, he thinks he knows the plot well, and he can almost be said to be rampant in this world, with few scruples.

But his enemy was hiding in the dark, and had already launched an attack on him in his ignorant state.

"Haha, it's really time and destiny."

Basiba smiled resentfully, "I never thought that the poor monk would be so unlucky to meet a living Buddha who has already attained enlightenment here.

Affected by him, the poor monk missed too many opportunities, so that he has reached this stage. "

"A living Buddha? Are you talking about that senior monk in Shaolin Temple?" Guo Yun asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it is this person."

Ba Siba showed a bitter smile, "He should be the current Buddha who attained enlightenment and became a Buddha in this era.

The world that we make up comes naturally to this man.

He seems to be very friendly to you, and the poor monk will be warned by him whenever he gets close to the Central Plains.

Otherwise, with the spirit of a poor monk, he would have already..."

Guo Yu instantly understood, it turned out that Ba Siba had overlooked that such a remarkable figure appeared in Shaolin in this era.

The plan was destroyed by the sweeping monk, and Guo Yu was given the opportunity to grow up for more than ten years, with the ability to resist.

Ba Siba stared at Guo Yu and continued: "Speaking of it, the benefactor is really the nemesis of the poor monk's life. Your appearance disrupted the path planned for me by the senior monks of the tantric sect.

It forced me to make this desperate move when my realm was insufficient, otherwise even the one in Shaolin Temple would not be able to stop the poor monk's actions. "

"Ugh!"

Ba Siba let out a long sigh, and looked at the sky with absent-minded eyes, "The poor monk is incompetent, the hundreds of years of hard work of my tantric ancestors have been wasted..."

As he spoke, Basiba's body gradually dissipated, turning into a scene of golden light rain floating in the sky.

Afterwards, Guo Yu found that his body was gradually becoming transparent, getting weaker and weaker, and finally completely lost consciousness...

(End of this chapter)