Great Sui Guoshi

Sure enough, as he expected, the moment the reddish "sword" energy touched the two of them, both of them turned into shattered starlight, slowly floated to the ground, and even the dishes on the table disappeared.

The two scrolls without the protection of the master's magic power were exposed in front of Zhu Ziyi, and they were torn off with a hiss.

"I can't run far, chase after!"

The scholar destroyed the Dharma Formation in He Liangzhou before, thinking that the other party had died under the thunder calamity, and inquired about it for a long time, until the other party left the city, only then did he know that not only did he not die, but his cultivation had improved. Liangzhou is in trouble, and the monk who heard the movement will definitely come again, so he chose such a place.

And that fat monk, with the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple behind him, and an old bald donkey backing him up, couldn't do anything to him for the time being.

"But this scholar is different..."

Zhu Ziyi was flying in the air, murmuring softly to himself, and the speed obviously accelerated again. He was approaching the first small realm of the Golden Core stage, so he was naturally not afraid of mere foundation building.

Among the mountains, forests and dirt roads, big trees swayed one after another, and more than a dozen figures who were chasing jumped up the branches. With a kick, the trembling snow fell to the ground, and they had already gone in a further direction.

In the dirt road ahead, snow and wet soil swirled under the hooves of the old donkey. Lu Liangsheng pinched his fingers to make the driver shrink to an inch. The bookshelf creaked and swayed, and the other hand kept pasting the amulets of the divine movement on the buttocks of the donkey.

"There are not enough talismans!!!"

Lu Liangsheng took out his map to avoid the oncoming wind, and took a look at it.

"If we go any further, we will soon reach the Heavenly Rule Realm of the capital. Then Zhu Ziyi has a tracking spell. If we don't break it, he will know us wherever we go."

Tread, step, step...

The donkey's hooves stepped forward frantically, rolled up a cloud of dust and smoke and rushed across the road, chasing one after the other, and rushed southward along the Liujin River.

At this time, when the mana was also exhausted, the old donkey who was sitting by the two stuck out his tongue tiredly, and the white foam splashed into the air and floated backwards.

Although he opened a distance, Lu Liangsheng knew that as long as the opponent's tracking spell was not broken, no matter how far he ran, it would be useless.

"Old Sun, I have a solution."

While thinking about it, the old donkey slowed down. Lu Liangsheng felt a hard object in his sleeve, pulled it out and threw it back.

It was the tentacle of the centipede essence.

The Taoist grabbed his hand firmly and shouted: "How to do it?"

"Lead Zhu Ziyi's tracking spell up there."

While speaking, the spell that shrank to an inch was exhausted. The old donkey hung his tongue, dripping from the tip of his tongue, knelt on all fours, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Lu Liangsheng lowered slowly and squatted down to check on the donkey, but he was exhausted. He calmed down and stroked the old donkey's mane. He sat down beside him and took the time to rest. He also cast his eyes on the Taoist in front of him.

"I haven't found it yet?"

"Damn, do you think you can memorize all the books in this way?"

On the side, Sun Yingxian quickly turned the pages of the book with his fingers. It was given to him by his master when he was dying. There are many Taoisms in it, most of which are talisman magic circles, which are boring and difficult to understand.

After a while, the mustache curled up, and he said with a smile:

"Find one, it should work."

The Taoist drew a talisman shape on the talisman paper according to the above, folded it between his fingers, and said something in his mouth.

"now!"

Hearing this violent shout, Lu Liangsheng raised his face, and a ray of reddish circled rapidly above his head, and he couldn't help but nodded.

... That book of Taoism, presumably contains what Master Sun has learned all his life.

"come over!"

When the Taoist pulled the light red, overlapping two fingers towards the tentacles placed on the ground, Lu Liangsheng was still thinking about the Taoist master. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Sun Yingxian suddenly lifted up the Taoist robe in a hurry, and untied it. Belt, trousers pulled down—

Whoa!

A jet of scorched yellow water drew an arc and drenched on the tentacles, and countless water splashes splashed on the surrounding snow.

instantly.

The Taoist raised his face and shuddered, lifted his trousers, and sighed: "It's cool!"

Not far away, Lu Liangsheng leaned on the old donkey and stared blankly at the water stains on the ground.

"what are you doing?!"

"Isn't that what you mean? Defeat the enemy with the enemy."

The scholar looked at him, blinked, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Where did I say that I just want you to direct Zhu Ziyi's tracking spell to the tentacles so that we can get rid of him..."

Speaking of this, Lu Liangsheng was a little troubled. Thinking of Pudu Cihang's cultivation, he slapped his forehead: "Let's go quickly, the priest may arrive in no time..."

"..."

The Taoist looked down at the tentacles on the ground soaked in a puddle of urine, and gulped his saliva.

*****

On the outskirts of Tianzhi, there is a huge circular altar.

In the curtain, the figure of vertical printing seemed to feel something, the veins on the forehead bulged, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Soon, the French sedan chair was driven, petals were flying all over the sky, and the team spread out.

*****

"Gu..."

The Adam's apple rolled, and the Taoist turned his head: "Well... why don't you hurry up?"

The two looked at each other.

A moment later, a human voice came from afar.

"They're right ahead!"

The forest shook wildly, snow fell to the ground, and more than a dozen figures lined up, each holding a magical weapon. In the middle, Zhu Ziyi took a step forward with his magical sword, staring at the snow-covered man crawling under the tree in front of him, gnawing on the dry grass. old donkey.

"Heh... don't even want a donkey."

Heh heh heh, the old donkey blinked, continued to chew the dry grass, and flicked his tail.

Zhu Ziyi personally led people to hunt him down, he had his own power and influence, and he would not use an old mortal donkey to vent his anger, he paused for a while, retracted the tracking spell, held one hand alone, bent down and picked up an animal with The things in the link are wet and stained with sludge.

... a monster.

"Hmph... clever."

Probably understanding what the other party was thinking, Zhu Ziyi picked up the thing in his hand and smelled it, his thick eyebrows frowned.

...what a riot...

Clang.

boom boom...

Namo Ami.....Namo Ami.....Namo Ami...

Suddenly a golden cymbal, wooden fish came, and a familiar Buddhist voice entered the ears of Zhu Ziyi and the monks under his command, and they all looked at the snow-covered wilderness.

Sight ahead.

Numerous flower petals are scattered in the sky, and fall over the shoulders of the people who are spreading. Pairs of footsteps are stepping on the petals, and the snow is coming. The long dragons are in two rows. Suddenly, the scriptures chanted stopped abruptly.

A group of figures stood there like wooden sculptures, looking straight at the dozen or so monks on the ground.

"Good! Good!"

The crane-headed palanquin came to the front and was quietly placed on the ground. Inside the high curtain, a figure with a vertical seal could be seen vaguely, lifting the curtain and coming out.

In the familiar scene, Zhu Ziyi ground his teeth and his cheeks swelled.

..... come back to this set.

The next moment, Tuo Pao flicked his sleeves and issued an order, and the monks on both sides dispersed silently and took up the magic weapon.

"The same spell, how can I be fooled again!!!"

He looked at the skinny old monk standing in front of the palanquin over there and shouted violently.

Chapter 1

In the forest, the snow on the branches fell silently to the ground.

In front of the deadly patriarch's ceremonial guard, Pudu Cihang erected the seal of fearlessness, and looked at the dozen or so people opposite him expressionlessly, especially the piece of thing that the leader monk held in his hand, which originally belonged to him.

Nodding slightly, he bowed to the Buddha.

"Excellent! Excellent! The world is sinking into the sea of ​​misery..."

"Come here again!"

At the same time as Pudu Cihang chanted, Zhu Ziyi shouted furiously from the opposite side: "Break this illusion—"

More than a dozen monks around followed his order and raised their hands one after another. The red-headed short staff flashed red, and tongues of flame rushed towards the opposite side.

"...The Immortal Buddha uses compassion as a boat..."

The words of Pudu Cihang over there were still going on, but more than a dozen flames gushed out, and the sound stopped abruptly, the air was shaking, and the ripples from the blasted ripples shook the branches and leaves of several trees not far away. Trembling. .

rustling...

The snow splashed, and the air was full of rumbling noises.

"Huh? Why is the illusion still..."

Zhu Ziyi lowered his dharma sword, raised his other hand, and told the left and right subordinates to stop. More than a dozen spells were struck, like a child punching a century-old tree, without the shattering phantom light scattered before.

"Could it be..." The eyelids of the middle-aged monk unconsciously twitched, "... Could it be true?"

The opposite side of the field of vision.

The splashed snowflakes and dust fell back, gradually revealing the figure of a skinny old monk standing in place, but his expressionless face was covered with pulsating veins.

"Good! Good!"

Pudu Cihang said, looking at the dozen or so people in that direction, the female voice was clear and clear.

"Too many people today don't distinguish between right and wrong, and you practitioners are too hostile, which damages your cultivation, so you know how to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The old donkey who was lying on the snow not far away shook his ears, and with the keenness of a beast, he quickly got up from the ground. During the movement, the bookshelf slipped from his back and fell to the ground with a bang.

The old donkey ran away.

At the same time, Zhu Ziyi's voice sounded loudly:

"Male and female voices... Presumptuous!"

Just as he was about to raise his sword, a sense of peace suddenly burst out from the old monk's body. The old monk's eyelids drooped slightly, his lips moved, and a Sanskrit sound came out.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

.......

The sound of the Buddha sounded like it was coming from all directions. Zhu Ziyi and the dozen or so people under his command didn't feel anything, they were just stunned. The acquaintance hurriedly rushed to pull his companion back.

"This Buddha's voice confuses the mind, use your magic power to resist, you come back!"

Zhu Ziyi inserted the Dharma sword, stepped left and right with both feet, and in a half-squat posture, stretched out his fingers and laid them across his chest. When he used his magic power to resist, several golden lights appeared on the bewitched people as if they had become Buddhas. .

bah bah.....

Boom!

After several sounds of flesh and blood exploding, the past few monks froze and disappeared into the air.

The rest of the monks' faces were stained with sweat, their necks were reddened, their fingers and arms were trembling when they pinched the formula, and they struggled and resisted in the constant sound of Sanskrit.

Pudu Cihang's eyes were flat, and his lips moved a little faster.

"Ah... ah..."

In the end, the remaining eight monks were unable to resist, their bodies were pierced with golden light, they screamed a few times, twisted their bodies, and disappeared behind Zhu Ziyi in a moment.

Zhu Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot, his legs were trembling while standing in a horse stance, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood. At a certain moment, the corners of his mouth were split open, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to escape from his bosom, with a statue carved on it.