Sir, your ghost is gone [Entertainment]

The man leaned quietly against the stone wall, and the karma of the little flowers bloomed slowly in the cave under the cliff, dutifully dispelling the coldness of the night.

The young man was resting on the man's lap with his eyes closed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was holding the sword named Queshuang tightly in his hand, even the hem of his clothes was stained with a lot of blood.

Cultivation lasts forever, and the hatred between monks is even more unforgettable. Since the two of them escaped from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, three full years have passed since they were hunted down by people.

Eighty years is not long, but it is not short, the man gently brushed the young man's brow, the Bixiao faction changed its head ten years ago, and the one who is now in power happens to be the one who framed him back then. His "good" junior brother Yuxuan who was punished.

The first thing the other party did after he came to power was to trap his master who was dedicated to helping him, and then he responded to the call of Wanfo Temple three years ago by "killing relatives with righteousness" and was the first to offer a reward in the name of Taoism to Guanglan.

Bi Xiao is a double master, he never thought that the gentle and elegant junior would be "perfect" in this kind of place.

——The purpose is clear, the strike is fierce, and never leave any way for the opponent to survive because of feelings.

"He's jealous of you," the young man rubbed the man's fingers like a cat, "You are born with a Taoist body, you will become a fairy sooner or later."

Compared with the time when he stayed in Wanfo Temple, the young man is obviously more popular. In recent years, he and Guanglan have been wandering around the world to avoid being chased and killed. Now the young man appears in the form of a human again. No one would associate him with the awe-inspiring bodhi tree.

That's right, the innate Dao body is the same as the Buddha who was born with a Zen mind. As long as they are geniuses who may surpass him, his junior brother will try their best to get rid of them.

The chaos nearly a hundred years ago was the most perfect plan of the opponent: not only beheaded the disciples of the Wanfo Sect by the sword, but also successfully expelled his senior brother from Bixiao.

Now that the Buddhist family has no Buddhist disciples, how could they allow themselves, a Daoist, to cultivate and grow.

But who knows, ascension to revitalize the Taoism has never been in Guanglan's mind.

"Severing love through calamity," the man scratched the young man's nose, "Trouble, don't."

"Don't you want to bear the fate of Taoism?" The young man raised his head to meet the man's eyes, "As long as you admit your identity as a Taoist, all Taoists will stop chasing and killing you."

"People's hearts are chaotic, desires are rampant, spiritual energy is declining, yin and yang are rising, and the decline of the path of cultivation is already doomed. Why should I force myself to take responsibility and become an enemy of heaven?"

The man spoke calmly, completely unaware of the shocking remarks he made.

Nowadays, there is a constant influx of fresh blood from the immortals and Buddhas, and there are even large sects who choose countries to accept enshrinements. It can be said that the cultivation of truth is a good time for cooking oil and flowers, but the two people in the cave are deeply attached to each other. Understand the principle of "the prosperity and the decline".

The man casually picked up the wine jar at hand and took a sip: "The Buddha has fallen, and my Taoist life will not be long. Do you think there is heaven intervening behind this?"

"Yuxuan is not some extraordinary talent who can plan the world, but this huge cultivation world was easily turned into a mess by him. If there is no bias from the way of heaven, then his luck is too good."

"Don't talk about it," the young man sat up and pressed the man's shoulder, "Just ask, do you want to accept your fate?"

"How could it be?" Seeing the young man's posture of waking him up at the slightest disagreement, the man raised the corners of his lips and hugged him tightly, "Of course I want to fight."

"Fight for your and my chance."

*

Three months later, the Bixiao faction stayed in Xiantai.

The head of the sect, Yuxuan, used his master as a bait, and set up countless traps on Liuxiantai. Guanglan and the two knew it was a situation, but they had no choice but to come to the appointment because of the morality in their hearts.

The grievances that have lasted for nearly a hundred years can finally be settled today. For the huge bounty and the Bodhi tree, everyone in the cultivation world gathered here. It really looks like a devil who has fallen into evil ways.

The indifferent young man in white pressed against the man's back, holding the Queshuang that Guanglan used when he became famous.

Everyone present knew that the young man was transformed from the Bodhi Sacred Tree, but the opponent's sword moves were fierce and focused on protecting the master, and everyone gradually lost their sense of proportion when dealing with the treasure.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Although Guanglan Sword Immortal is indeed the most outstanding romantic figure of this generation, after several days and nights of siege, the other party also showed visible fatigue to the naked eye.

"Dispelling demons and defending Taoism..." The young man gritted his teeth and spat, "Are these people crazy?"

"It's all driven by profit." The man raised his left hand lightly, and the bright red karmic fire instantly condensed into sharp arrows, blocking all the enemies from the shot with a force.

Yuxuan quietly released the news that he was born with a Taoist body and his divinity was opened by Bodhiwood. Now everyone thinks that as long as Duoshe lies in the shell of Guanglan Sword Immortal, he can hope to ascend. Under such a temptation, who would I care whether Guanglan is right or wrong.

The gentle young man dressed in the costume of the head of Bixiao stood far away on the high platform. When he stretched out his right hand, his subordinates handed him a silver-white longbow.

The bowstring was drawn steadily, and the golden arrow was condensed into shape under the sunlight. Yuxuan's hand trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with the joy of getting what he wanted.

It only takes one arrow, and after one arrow, he can justifiably sit on the throne of the leader of the cultivation world.

"call out!"

The sharp arrow was off the string, and the moment Yu Xuan let go, his eyes suddenly became hollow.

Indifferent and mechanical, as if all emotions were taken away in an instant.

The arrow carried the breath of death and locked Guanglan firmly. He naturally noticed Yuxuan's strange eyes, but this arrow shot by Tiandao through Yuxuan's hand, he really couldn't avoid it... …

It cannot be avoided either.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and blood rang through all the noise, and the warm blood splashed on the young man's cheeks. He turned around in disbelief, and firmly caught the man who fell into his arms.

"what--!"

Bodhi went crazy, and all the suppressed and purified sins in the world seemed to have broken some shackles, and happily rushed to the place where the two were.

With sin karma as firewood, the initially dim karma fire immediately burst into countless tall walls of fire, and the scorching flames made every enemy with unruly intentions dare not take a step forward.

The overwhelming malice overwhelmed all the monks, and the seven emotions and six desires that had not been cut off were endlessly magnified. For a while, the soldiers on the immortal platform continued to wailing, but in a short while, they turned from the Bixiao fairyland to the endless purgatory.

The young man tried to use his spiritual energy to pull out the golden arrow to repair the wound, but the golden arrow seemed to be nailed to the man's body, and every movement brought large gushes of blood.

"Kill me, kill me..." The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and he held the man's hand and moved it towards his neck, "Slay love and love, soar up!"

The Bodhi Sacred Tree has the same lifespan as the sky, but he, a wood spirit who only enlightened ten thousand years ago, is not indelible. As long as a man makes a move, the opponent can ascend in daylight like the legendary Buddha.

As a holy tree that helps people open up their divinity but cannot attain the Tao, he has long been used to being left behind.

"I don't want to be a god of trouble." The man pulled the young man into his arms, and then gently bit the young man's earlobe——

"Shengsheng, don't blame me."

The young man's pupils dilated slightly, and the second golden arrow was mounted on the silver bow again. It carried the sound of wind, and unstoppably passed through the karmic fire and struck at the two of them.

He wanted to struggle, but he could only be held firmly in the arms of the man, watching helplessly as the two of them were pierced through the chest by the golden arrow.

"boom!"

The huge air wave continued to expand outwards centered on the two of them. Even Yu Xuan who was standing on the high platform couldn't stabilize his figure, so he had to hold on to the stone pillar beside him in a rather embarrassing manner.

There was no more mechanical coldness in his eyes, and the unexpected smoothness made Yuxuan's body tremble with ecstasy.

There is no trace of Guanglan's aura inside or outside Liuxiantai. In the battle of luck, he, Yuxuan, won in the end.

The eyes were full of devastation, and an old man who was tied up in a corner shook his head and sighed, but he couldn't even do such trivial things as suicide.

Yuxuan smiled with a flick of his sleeves: "I won the devil's defeat."

"master."

*

In the deep and quiet underground cave, a verdant linden tree stood tall, and the man with a nearly transparent soul leaned silently under the tree, waiting for something.

He spread his palms, a small ball of light floated in his palms, the clear and cold temperature reminded them of hugging each other that day.

The number of days has been set, and he and Shengsheng will definitely die on this trip. Fortunately, he reluctantly spared a trace of soul as a backup, not only deceived Shengsheng, but also successfully deceived the way of heaven.

What Tiandao wanted to kill was Guang Lan who was born with a Taoist body, and since that was the case, he only had to return that shell.

Daozi Taoism, he really never took it to heart.

Bodhimu has no soul or soul and cannot enter reincarnation. He has long buried Shengsheng's body on the spiritual veins of a small country outside the world, and only then has he saved the last trace of Shengsheng's primordial spirit in the end.

"Xianjun, please."

Two men, one black and one white, appeared underground at some point with a cloudy atmosphere. They wore tall hats, one with "Young Money at Sight" written on it, and the other with "World Peace" written on it. They looked exactly the same. Black and white impermanence two people.

Although the man in front of him broke the catastrophe and ascended to the immortal at the last moment and escaped from the control of heaven, but because the other party has only a trace of soul left, Black and White Wuchang has to follow the routine at this time.

The man stood up calmly, leaving only a handful of Queshuang with a sheath on it.

Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang.

The small ball of light was carried into the underworld by the man in his arms, and jumped into reincarnation together with the man.

However, it is not easy to stay with each other from generation to generation. The bodhi wood spirit enters reincarnation strongly, and dies early when reincarnation is not as good as the weak crown.

The soul of Immortal Guanglan carries karmic fire, and before the opportunity comes, the primordial spirit has been floating in the samsara for thousands of years before waiting for a body with a matching fate.

Therefore, the two people who should have been hand in hand in the human world a long time ago have been separated for a whole thousand years by accident.

——Until a certain day a few months ago, when the bodhi flowers bloomed, the celestial master Lou surnamed Lou made a hexagram for himself on a whim.

A silver lining, nothing more.

*

When the wood spirit returned to its place, Gu Weisheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and green eyes came into view.

He lowered his eyes and saw a man with a smile on his lips leaning against the tree looking at him, his facial features were as familiar as when they first met that day.

"Life after life."

"I did it."