I practice ruthless way

The main peak of Gushan Mountain is Mingguang Peak, the sun is pouring into the forest, the sword of Zhenpai stands on the top of the mountain, and the Taoist hall is majestic behind it.Yan Wushu entered the hall with the master Feijian, and saw that except for Ting Yunfeng, the masters of all peaks were present.

Shen Yiru sat on the highest seat in charge of the sect, with a rare posture straightened, with one hand resting her chin, and the other tapping lightly on the armrest of the seat, her eyes drooping, and her brows frowning.The rest of the peak masters sat in the chairs in two rows, and Yuan Qu, as the elder of Mingguang Peak, stood behind Shen Yiru.

There is still a person standing in the hall.

This person was wearing a misty blue Taoist robe, with very delicate eyebrows. He looked very young, but he didn't look childish. Instead, he exuded a capable and calm look. When he saw Yan Wushu coming in, he nodded slightly:

"Brother."

His surname is Lin and his name is Wu, and he is Yan Wushu's younger brother.

"En." Yan Wushu answered, sat in the chair belonging to Xueyi Peak, looked at the desks in the center, and asked, "Is this the altar?"

"That's right." Lin Wu nodded and told how he got this thing, "A few days ago, the Zen sect in the western region was massacred. You must have heard about it. This is a Buddhist shrine sealed in the Zen sect, and it is very evil. , Zen Buddhism was worried that this evil would fall into the human world, so they found me in Xihuang, and wanted to ask Gushan to take action and suppress it on my behalf."

As Lin Wu spoke, Shen Yiru glanced at the altar. The object slowly floated into the air, rotating from left to right, so that everyone could see it carefully.

The Buddhist altar seemed to have been burned, and the whole body was scorched black, and the "door" that opened outwards collapsed, covering the situation inside, making it difficult to distinguish which gods and Buddhas were worshiping.The engraved mantras and runes were already broken, and black mist overflowed from the gaps from time to time, but the coercion in the Taoist hall was very heavy, and the black mist was forced to disperse before it could float far.

But it can't dissipate the evil spirit on it.

Yan Wushu put his folding fan against his chin, and probed with his spiritual sense: The thing struggling and colliding inside was originally a Buddhist thing, but somehow it became a demon, and its realm is not low, at least in the upper realm of Taixuan.

Things that have been enchanted are not easy to deal with, and this thing is still an old thing, at least thousands of years old.

Someone pointed out: "The seal is about to be broken."

"Buddhism and Taoism are very different in skills. It is difficult to let Taoism repair the seal set by Buddhism means after it is broken." Tan Wenzhou shook his sleeves, shook his feather fan lightly, and said slowly, "Unless the seal is sealed first Broke, and put new ones on."

Immediately someone shook his head: "It's too risky, if you are not careful, it will endanger the lonely mountain."

Another person said: "What does the stuff of Buddhism have to do with my Taoism? It should be returned to them."

"But it is related to all living beings in the world." Yuan Qu retorted, "Besides, if I send it out, wouldn't it appear that I am lonely and incompetent?"''

"It's better to add another seal on it."

"This shrine is so dilapidated that I can't bear it."

"Then build a barrier around the outside!"

"Is there enough time?"

Everyone talked non-stop, reminding Yan Wushu of what he saw outside Chaoyu Tower that day. It was also a group of people talking and arguing, and the little Phoenix seemed to enjoy it.

Yan Wushu was obviously not the only one who thought of Xiao Man, Yuan Qu stroked his chin and said, "Speaking of Buddhism...maybe you can invite His Highness Phoenix to come and have a look, hasn't he been practicing in the Jokhang Temple for many years?"

Tan Wen Zhou shook his fan: "Your Highness's realm is too low, I'm afraid I can't help much."

Yuan Qu looked at Yan Wushu again, wanting to ask his opinion.

At this moment, Shen Yiru said, "No book, what do you think?"

Yan Wushu stared at the Buddhist altar for a moment, then turned his gaze to Lin Wu, and asked, "Where is the person who entrusted the altar to you at that time?"

Lin Wu narrowed his eyes: "He was seriously injured. When he found me and gave me the Buddhist altar, he had exhausted his last breath."

All the Zen sects were slaughtered, and those who fled with the Buddhist altars died again, which means that there is no help for Zen. If the altars are not sent out, this matter can only be solved by Gushan himself.

Yan Wushu got off his seat and walked around the altar slowly: "This is the seal of the Buddhist gate thousands of years ago, and the method is very obscure and complicated."

An elderly peak owner rolled his eyes: "This is nonsense."

"Doesn't talking nonsense prove that I'm right?" Yan Wushu smiled and turned to the other side, "I want to ask Master Ji and Master Ji to borrow a magic weapon respectively."

"Go ahead." Shen Yiru said.

Yan Wushu: "It's not easy to make thousands of thunderstorms."

Both are magic weapons used to arrange phantom formations.

Wanhe Lei is a bell, and it is rumored that there are one hundred and eight hallucinations inside, which can torture people trapped inside to the point that life is worse than death.

It's not easy to move, it looks like a peach blossom, and there are even clear pearls on the branches, but it is actually a half-real illusion that Bai Huafeng used to interfere with the chaos trial that day.

Shen Yiru and Master Ji waved their hands, and the two magical artifacts fell into Yan Wushu's hands.

Then, Yan Wushu took out another magic weapon, flipped his wrist, and the three magic weapons were suspended in the air.He said: "Create an illusion first, and trick this thing over."

Snow Peak.

Xiao Man had lunch alone, put away the food box, and took a leisurely walk around the lake.Under the influence of Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian, he developed the habit of digesting food after meals.

The chickadee, which likes to bring fruit to Xiao Man, flew out from nowhere, first rubbed against his face, then landed on his shoulder, pacing back and forth on it.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp," the chickadee cried.

Xiao Man understood its expression, and smiled apologetically: "I didn't go to Bai Huafeng today, it's really hard for you to make a trip."

"Chirp!" The tit flapped its wings, raised its head and lightly bumped Xiao Man's jaw, as if saying that there was no need to apologize.

At noon, the sun is long, and the moon is not reflected in Luoyue Lake.

The autumn scenery is different from that in summer. The color of the forests is no longer dark like ink, and the wild green that has been hanging on the mountains for several months has faded, turning into different shades of yellow, orange and red.

The fallen leaves fluctuated in the wind, Xiao Man walked around the Luoyue Lake, and when he returned to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Rong Yuan suddenly appeared like the titmouse before, and shouted "Your Highness".

Xiao Man looked over and saw that Little Jiantong was holding a sword in his arms, smiling brightly.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Man asked curiously.

"A few months ago, I asked a senior from Wumei Peak to make a sword for me, and I finally got it!" Rong Yuan was very excited, jumping up and down while talking, "Your Highness, Luoyue Lake is very beautiful, I can practice sword here ?"

"Of course." Xiao Man nodded.

Rong Yuan saluted Xiao Man seriously: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Xiao Man sat cross-legged on the top of the pavilion in the middle of the lake as in the morning, while Rong Yuan pulled out his newly acquired sword on the shore of the lake, and practiced every move and a half that Yan Wushu had taught him.

The light of the day gradually deflects with time, and the shadow of the sun goes from west to east, from short to long.

Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing sound from the distant Mingguang Peak.

Zheng——

Like a string snapped suddenly, the sharp sound scratched the eardrums of all the people in the twelve peaks of the Gushan Mountain, and the people with low realms, such as Rong Yuan, were so excited that the sword fell out of their hands.

He couldn't even make a sound, so he covered his ears tightly with both hands, bent his waist, and wrinkled his facial features into a ball.

Xiao Man was unaffected, he flew to the side of Rong Yuan, and cast a Qingxin formula on him.

The voice came suddenly and disappeared very quickly. After the uncomfortable force passed, Rong Yuan's legs softened and he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, when he suddenly saw Xiao Man spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Your Highness!" Rong Yuan turned pale with fright, quickly turned over and stood up, supporting Xiao Man.

Rong Yuan said anxiously: "I'll go invite the Peak Master!"

Xiao Man's face, which had finally improved after half a month, was pale as paper at this moment, and his lips were so blue that they turned purple.Consciousness is collapsing, he forcibly concentrates and grabs Rong Yuan with his backhand.

Mingguang Peak.

The three magical artifacts scattered in different directions are shining brightly and dazzlingly.Under the violent spiritual energy flow, Yan Wushu's black sleeves fluttered. He was in the center of the Taoist hall, using his sword fingers to manipulate the magic weapon, and slowly moved towards the altar.

It's too late to say.

Zheng——

An ear-piercing sound came from the altar, and quickly spread throughout the entire lonely mountain!

The furnishings in the Dao Hall were shaking, the shadows of the trees outside the Dao Hall were trembling, and the pained cries of the disciples sounded from the Twelve Peaks. Actions.

Dozens of spiritual energies rushed towards the altar, each with a murderous look, and the thing struggling under the chain finally stopped, and fell to the ground with a bang, and after two shocks, there was no more movement.

Yan Wushu put down his hands, his sleeves swaying slightly: "It's temporarily sealed, but we have to find another way."

"Can I leave it to you?" Shen Yiru asked.

"Yes." Yan Wushu didn't refuse, but nodded at the person sitting on the top.

"Nephew hard work." Shen Yiru got up from the seat, finished speaking to Yan Wushu, and turned to the crowd: "This is the end of today's business, everyone should leave."

All the peak masters saluted Shen Yiru and left with their swords.

Yan Wushu put the altar into the Qiankun Ring and stepped out of the palace gate.Lin Wu shouted behind him: "Senior brother."

Yan Wushu and Lin Wu met each other when they were young, and they have been together for a very long time. Even though they parted ways for more than ten years due to some conflicts, they are still brothers in the end. It would be too ugly if they really turned a blind eye and ignored them.

Yan Wushu stopped in his tracks and turned his head to pay attention to Lin Wu: "Yes."

Lin Wu said: "It will be the anniversary of Master's death in a while, but I won't be able to stay until then, can you please come and see Master with me now?"

Yan Wushu didn't reply right away. Lin Wu lowered his eyes and twitched the corners of his lips: "Of course I don't remember the way because I went to Xihuang for 13 years. What I think is that Master will want us to go together."

I have to say, there is some truth to this statement.

Before the master died, his greatest hope was that his brothers and sisters would be close and friendly, but Yan Wushu was the only one who went to pay homage in the past 13 years, so he was probably very angry.

Yan Wushu turned his head to look at the sky beyond the eaves, paused for a while, flicked his sleeves, and walked forward: "Then let's go."

The author has something to say:

Yan Gou, you will cry after you do this! !