Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

Bu Qingyun stepped on the black cloud and hung above the cloud platform.

Guashan Spirit Mist was dyed into gray mist as soon as it came into contact with the black clouds, and drifted away until it was completely dyed. The miasma.

In order to protect the safety of the treasures, the gate of the Taoist sect has been closed and needs to be opened by Sect Master Qingyun, but Sect Master Qingyun is firmly guarded by the people of the Taoist sect, and has no intention of opening the gate at all.

All the monks had no way to escape, they ran around in the Lingyu field, and the evil spirit became more and more intense.

The great monks in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Grotto did not hide. They meditated on the spot and chanted the anti-evil scriptures in unison.

Qiongqi was annoyed by the bald donkeys and grinned at them.

"Qongqi", Bu Qingyun looked down at the four swords of Zhuxian on the cloud platform, without turning around, his voice echoed in Gua Mountain like a giant bell, "Although we are not members of the Taoist sect, we have been disturbing the Taoist sect for many days. Lord, you can't eat the inside out."

Qiongqi roared excitedly, and said with a low smile, "Understood. I only send people from the Taoist sect to die and escape from the sea of ​​suffering, Amitabha!"

As soon as this remark came out, the bald donkeys in Ten Thousand Buddha Cave all showed anger, but they were reciting mantras and had no time to pay attention to others, but a Daoxiu helped and scolded: "Vicious beasts are worthy of reciting Buddha!"

Qiongqi followed Yin to see that his clothes were not from the Taoist sect, so he sighed regretfully.

Suddenly, the gigantic winged tiger roared sharply, flapped its wings and leapt into the distance between the disciples of the Taoist sect, opened its mouth wide, and there were two and a half of them in one bite, the bones and flesh were thrown away by it. Their heads were chewing loudly, making all the cultivators terrified, and they hurriedly avoided the Taoist sects, knowing that there was no way out if this continued, the Taoist sects finally got together to fight Qiongqi.

"Hahahaha come on," Qiongqi bared his bloody mouth, stomped his left and right forepaws one after another, and crushed the leftover head on the ground, splashing red and white all over the ground, "Quick, I'm so hungry!"

Some members of the Dao sect had just gathered up their courage, but at this moment they were so frightened that they cried and ran away, and the rest exchanged winks and joined forces to attack Qiongqi.

Hearing Qiongqi's roar, Mr. Kunshan finally found Bu Qingyun in mid-air.

He didn't know why Bu Qingyun came here, he was puzzled, but he didn't care very much. At this time, the aura in his body was already churning, rushing his physical body into agony, waiting to break out.

Immediately, you can be free.

Lou Jia was also in mid-air, with his back to Bu Qingyun, fighting against Master Honglie. He was only trying to stop him, but he didn't fight hard. Master Honglie knew that his strength was no match for this young-looking monk. Jia released water, but he couldn't defeat Lou Jia, and stopped after several moves!Sword, to persuade Lou Jia not to step on the wrong path and believe in treachery by mistake.

Lou Jia held his sword in defense, but did not answer.

The heads of the Guangqing School and the Huanzhen School worried about their own swords, gritted their teeth, and approached Yuntai secretly.

At this time, Bu Qingyun finally spoke again, and everyone in the Lingyu Field heard him ask Kunshan Jun: "Who are you?"

The decent monks, who had been frightened, seized the opportunity to scold Bu Qingyun for courage, and they all scolded the evil spirit for being stupid as a pig, and that cultivating evil ways and cultivating his brain has ruined his mind.

Mr. Kunshan didn't want to talk to him, but Bu Qingyun's voice was like a drumstick hitting his heart. An indescribable sense of shock made Mr. Kunshan unconsciously answer: "Mr. Kunshan."

After listening to the answer, Bu Qingyun was still indifferent, and asked again: "Who are you?"

Didn't you hear me?He replied again: "I am Kunshan Lord."

Bu Qingyun smiled coldly, and then asked: "Who are you?"

Mr. Kunshan showed hesitation, and tentatively replied: "I am a stage."

Bu Qingyun seemed to be worried, and said indifferently: "Since it is a stage and a wooden utensil, how can I call it 'I'!"

Hearing this, Mr. Kunshan was furious, and instead of continuing to urge the sea of ​​Qi to explode, he retracted all the aura around his body, held the piano in his arms, flicked his five fingers, and attacked Bu Qingyun with sound waves!

With a wave of Bu Qingyun's hand, the sound waves disappeared without a trace.

All the monks, even Qiongqi stopped eating, as if they were being guided in the dark, all their eyes were fixed on the cloud platform.

A huge gap was found in one move, and Mr. Kunshan refused to give up. He plucked the strings with both hands and made repeated moves, shouting in grief and indignation: "I am a stage! So what if it is a utensil! How are you people higher than utensils! How expensive are you?" !"

Before Bu Qingyun could answer, Daoist Lingxu, who followed Sect Master Qingyun closely and hid in the Daoist Cultivation Center, suddenly shouted back: "You evil spirits have colluded with each other to harm Daozong! At this time, what are you doing! Mr. Kunshan, it was a waste of the suzerain to give you the opportunity to prove your innocence, you and Bu Qingyun are indeed the helpers of colluding with the ghost woman to kill Liu Gaoxiu!"

There is no reason or evidence for these words, but no one will doubt his words at this time. Looking at the cultivators of Lord Kunshan, their eyes look like they wish he could go with Bu Qingyun died.

Mr. Kunshan was greatly stimulated when he heard the dirty water and saw the behavior of the people, his energy was unstable, and he almost showed signs of losing energy.

Originally, it was because of Lou Jia, Bu Qingyun, who just wanted Kunshan Jun to live, temporarily changed his mind.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was provoking Kunshan Lord's remarks: "You have no blood and flesh, no understanding of human nature, ignorance, and countless lives. What can you cultivate? What can you realize? You are destined to be only a spiritual weapon. Why bother to practice as a human being?" .!"

Mr. Kunshan seemed to be confused by his words, and his face was full of panic. Could it be true that he shouldn't have transformed from the beginning?But after calming down and thinking about it again, I feel that there is no regret in this life, but I just don't understand people's hearts. Could it be that because I don't understand people's hearts, I can deny my practice for the rest of my life?

"Transformation is what the heavens allow me to do, and I don't practice righteousness and evil like you Buddhists. What I practice is drama, and what I realize is drama. What has it to do with you! What do you have to do with people!" Kunshan Jun Lingtai cleared and answered loudly .

Bu Qingyun was still indifferent, but said: "Yes, you are a spiritual weapon or a demon cultivator, how can people control you? What does the Taoist sect have to do with you? Why do you have to blow yourself up because of the oppression of the Taoist sect?"

The hostility towards Bu Qingyun dissipated in Mr. Kunshan's heart, and only then did he realize that the spiritual power in his body was flowing and intertwined, even smoother than before. He even ignored Bu Qingyun's identity as a demon, and solemnly saluted: "Mr. Kunshan is taught."

This Kunshan Lord and the evil spirit exchanged a few words, and they raised their cultivation level by one level!

The orthodox monks below gasped, unable to comprehend such a perverse scene, but the facts were in front of them, but they couldn't help but believe it.

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Could it be that the world of comprehension is about to perish!Why is there such a heaven-defying thing? Some monks showed sorrow, but they couldn't help crying and crying, crying that the way of heaven did not exist.

Bu Qingyun glanced at his cultivation and was a little surprised, he might as well just be mad at the righteous way below, and suddenly asked: "Who are you?"

"Ancient town stage", Kunshan gentleman answered with a smile.

But Bu Qingyun shook his head and asked again: "Who are you?"

Mr. Kunshan was puzzled, hesitated again, and replied, "I am Mr. Kunshan."

Bu Qingyun shook his head again, and asked again: "Who are you!"

Bu Qingyun asked again and again, and Mr. Kunshan couldn't help but think carefully.

who I am?Who am I?I am a stage, a ghost in human form, the Kunshan Lord who has entered the Tao through drama, who am I?I am the stage, and I am the king of Kunshan. What I practice is drama, what I insist on is drama, and what I comprehend is drama. I sing about all kinds of beings, joys and sorrows. , rescued, and passed by, what they don't understand is that the human heart is sinister, but it is not unreasonable to human nature.

Why do I have to prove who I am?

I am who I am!

"I am me", Mr. Kunshan has completely eliminated all confusion, no more ignorance, and the strength of the blue shirt is even more out of the dust. Just standing, it seems to be acting out the appearance of all living beings.

He looked up into the sky, and asked Bu Qingyun, "Who are you?"

As it should be, as it should be.

As soon as Mr. Kunshan finished speaking, the sky opened up, and a ray of clear light fell straight into him from outside the sky. Instantly, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the spiritual energy overflowed, dispelling the surrounding black clouds, like a path of light.

Could it be!