I practice ruthless way

The disciples of the Yitian faction took the initiative to give way, and the people in Gushan raised their chests and raised their heads, shaking their clothes and sleeves, wanting to hug Xiao Man up the mountain.Xiao Man didn't like being surrounded by too many people, so he nodded back to Mo Juntian and Wei Chuyun in the crowd as a greeting, took a step ahead and disappeared on the mountain road.

The direction of walking is the town under the mountain.This was the first time he left Kudan Temple in two days, but he did not settle in the city, but hovered high above the sky, looking down at the intertwined streets and alleys below through the stratus clouds.

The closer you get to the fair, the more tourists there are in the city. Everywhere has become a market, and you can see stalls and shelves everywhere.The night gradually engulfed the sunset, the long street was lit up for the second time, the hawkers changed, and the night market opened.

Somewhere on a certain street, a person dressed in bright yellow set up an oil pan on his stall, lit a charcoal fire, heated up the oil, and then threw the prepared potato chips and potato sticks into the pan.

Before the first hot dish came out of the pan, there were already people queuing up in front of his stall.

At this time, a person came from the stall, unloaded a basket of potatoes, cleaned and peeled them quickly and neatly.It was Mo Juntian.

"That kid even set up a team with his classmates to sell potatoes." Yan Wushu appeared beside Xiao Man, playing with the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile, "Business is getting better every day."

"It tastes good after all." Xiao Man said lightly.

"It's more than just the smell—look carefully." Yan Wushu knocked the folding fan into his palm, and raised his chin towards where Qu Hanxing was.

There is no need to watch the potatoes during the frying process, but I saw him setting up a second iron pan on the stall, pouring oil into it after heating it, and adding very finely cut potato shreds into it, and with a wave of the spatula, there was a bang, and the flames ignited. It jumped almost ten feet high.

Qu Han Xing Noodles did not change color and turned upside down in the pan, fry the stuff a few times, put it on a plate, sprinkle with chili powder, salt and chopped green onion.The people who lined up in front of the booth couldn't help applauding.

Xiao Man: "..."

It turned out to be juggling.

"This is a dry-stir-fried potato shreds. It usually takes oil and time to make this dish, and he is not very patient, so he studied for a few days and improved the process with magic." Yan Wushu said slowly, "I didn't expect it to be quite popular in the secular world. It seems that with this craft, I can make a living."

Then he asked Xiao Man with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

"Just take a look." Xiao Man refused without thinking.

Standing in the wind, he watched Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian fry and sell potatoes for a long time, then turned and went back to Kudan Mountain.

Everyone in Gushan has come, the courtyard is no longer quiet, there are voices and noises everywhere, even the dragonflies don't want to come to find the lotus leaf.

Xiao Man naturally didn't want to stay there, so he went to the mountain stream, first practiced swinging the sword, and then practiced the sword technique a few times, then sat down and moved the Buddha beads, adjusting his breath and meditating.

The stream is gurgling, and the breeze is blowing, and the forest is turned into green waves.Yan Wushu fed Fu Zhu some grass, leaned against a tree diagonally opposite Xiao Man, and talked about the meeting:

"Right now, people from all sects have arrived. The assembly will begin at the time of tomorrow. The monks of the temple will debate Buddhism on the Sun Moon Square in front of Kutan Temple. But I don't think there is any need to go tomorrow. The first day is the first debate. , probably can’t hear any witty words.”

Xiao Man thought for a while and asked him: "No matter who it is, is it eligible to participate in the discussion?"

"As long as you go to the Sun Moon Square within the time limit, you can participate in the discussion." Yan Wushu said with a chuckle, "Even members of our Taoist sect can do it."

Then he asked: "Little uncle wants to participate?"

Xiao Man naturally didn't want to open his mouth to argue with others, so he raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Wushu: "There are not many guest houses on Kudan Mountain. I think I didn't invite the Taoist sect to the previous gathering. This time, all sects of the Taoist sect are here, so I think we have something to discuss. "

"It should be related to Wushijingzong and Hongyan Emperor Zhuangwangfo. All sects and sects should take advantage of this gathering to understand the information and discuss countermeasures."

The number of people who died in the secret realm of Juling Mountain is not small. Following the clue of Wushi Jingzong, all sects of the Taoist sect must find out about Hongyan Emperor Zhuang Wangfo.

Master Xuan Ming said that he had glimpsed a little bit of the future, and his tone was very disturbing.He warned Xiao Man that he would definitely warn Kutan Temple that Buddhism must be taken seriously.

At such a juncture, Xiao Man didn't think that the gathering of Taoist and Buddhist sects would have nothing to do with Mofo.

Hearing Xiao Man's analysis, Yan Wushu agreed with a smile: "Young master is smart."

"When and where?" Xiao Man asked.

"It should be tomorrow night, the place hasn't been decided yet."

Xiao Man said "hmm" and lowered his eyelids again.

He had a premonition, neither bad nor good, the feeling in his heart was very strange, and he couldn't tell what it was.

At this time, Ah Tu came over and rubbed his cheek with his head.

After a night of silence, the next day when the sun rose, Xiao Man got up from the side of the mountain stream and came to a peak where he could have a panoramic view of the Sun Moon Square.

There are already quite a few people in the square. According to the sect and sect, each of the temples sat down for a while, and those scattered around the periphery were casual cultivators and wandering monks.

According to the old habit, the tit picked a fruit from the forest and gave it to Xiao Man.When Fuzhu saw it, he immediately came over to ask for it, and Xiao Man fed it, but the chickadee became angry and kept patting Fuzhu's head with its wings.

Xiao Man looked down at the two of them fighting, Yan Wushu crossed his arms, leaned against a tree beside him, and laughed softly.

The sun gradually rose, and at the time of the hour, a monk from Kutan Temple walked to the middle of the square, chanted a Buddha's name, and made a speech, announcing the start of the discussion.

There was a wandering monk who was the first to get up and said a series of eloquent words, and when the words fell, someone immediately opened his mouth to refute.During the debate between the two, the four parties also whispered, either agreeing with one of them, or refuting one of them, or disagreeing with both.

It was such a discussion where you talked and we talked, there were endless arguments and voices, and even the saliva spewed out when excitedly speaking could be seen in the air, and the order was not lost in the noise.

The weather is gradually getting hotter, but practitioners are not disturbed by cold and heat, and the debate continues, and no one will let anyone else.

On the top of the peak, Yan Wushu put an umbrella on Xiao Man's head, shook out the folding fan, fanned himself for a while, and turned the fan towards Xiao Man for a while. Between words, he was quite emotional: "As expected of a person who cultivates Buddhism, he really Will say, look at those of us Taoist disciples, we will only sit and listen, or doze off."

Xiao Man glanced at the Gushan disciples who were sitting in the back row and kept nodding forward, and said calmly, "The emphasis of cultivation is different."

"If you hadn't gone to Baihua Peak back then, would you have continued to practice Buddhism?" Yan Wushu suddenly asked such a question.

Xiao Man didn't answer right away. He was silent for a long time. There was a temporary stalemate in the discussion on Sun Moon Square. Neither side could find anything to prove himself or refute the other. .”

Yan Wushu lowered his eyes, thought carefully about these four words, and said, "It means you haven't given up practicing Buddhism yet?"

Xiao Man glanced at Fu Zhu standing beside him with a tit on his head, and said calmly, "There is no conflict."

"That's true." Yan Wushu said thoughtfully.

But it didn't prevent him from imagining what it would be like if Xiao Man practiced Buddhism and represented a certain sect or monastery to discuss Taoism at this gathering.

This eloquent little phoenix could probably choke everyone to death with a short sentence.

Just at this moment, in the quiet Sun Moon Square, a very young man stood up, saluted all around, and expressed his opinion on the point of view that was just debated.

He introduced a story, which was fascinating from the shallow to the deep, and gradually attracted everyone's attention. Even the few Gushan disciples who were dozing off raised their heads and listened to him.

Time passes quietly while one person tells and everyone listens.

The monk's face was between that of a teenager and a young man, with some immature features, but his tone was steady and deep.When the dusk fell, he finished his last words, put his hands together, bowed to the four seats, turned and left.

After a long time, people came back to their senses. When they looked up, they realized that the whole body was shrouded in darkness, and the light became somewhat unreal.

"It's really a witty remark." Several elderly monks couldn't help but admire.

Hearing this, Yan Wushu leaned against the tree trunk, covered his face with his hands, and yawned slowly.

Suddenly, he saw a person coming to the top of the peak, and settled beside Xiao Man, the corner of his light blue clothes swirled lightly, he held a piano in one hand, covered his face with white satin, and said to Xiao Man, "That's a wandering monk."

Xiao Manbu was surprised by Bie Beilou's sudden arrival, frowned, and asked solemnly, "Where is the wandering monk from?"

Bie Beilou said: "I don't know the exact place, I only heard that it came from the north."

north?

Hearing this direction, Xiao Man couldn't help clenching the lobular red sandalwood beads in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Bie Beilou could see Xiao Man's expression, and his words were worried.

"It's nothing." Xiao Man lowered his eyes, "I just think this monk...is too good at talking."

"That's true, I have asked my fellow guards to help mark it." Biebei said.

"The disciples of Medicine Valley are more convenient than us in this kind of situation." Xiao Man put the small leaf red sandalwood bracelet back on his wrist, and thanked him in a low voice, "Thank you very much."

Bie Beilou smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

Yan Wushu, who plucked a few leaves from the tree to feed Fuzhu, snorted coldly, walked to Xiao Man's side, pulled his wrist, and said, "Go back."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and pulled Xiao Man into the wind.

The sun has set and the first day of debate is over.Kutan Temple entertained everyone with fast food, and the Gushan disciples all went, so the inn was finally quiet.

Compared with yesterday, the lotus in the square pond was a little wilted. Seeing Xiao Man's eyes fixed there, the chickadee flapped its wings and flew over, but the lotus leaves couldn't hold back its weight, so it sank straight down. Lower your wings and go to the next tree.

Yan Wushu's fingertips lit up a little light, flipped his fingers up and down, squeezed the light into a blooming lotus, held it up in front of Xiao Man and shook it, then moved his hand away, leaned in front of him and asked: "Are you doubting the young man's love?" What about the monk?"

Xiao Man was still sitting on the long corridor, seeing Yan Wushu's face enlarged in his field of vision, he immediately moved back a few feet, and said coldly, "I doubt everything."

"You specifically asked about his origin. After Bie Beilou said that he came from the north, your expression changed a little." Yan Wushu caught up, but this time, he didn't stick too close, but separated a certain distance. Ju sat across from Xiao Man and expressed his own analysis.

"It's the north that matters to you. Am I wrong in guessing?"

Xiao Man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Why do you care about the north?" Yan Wushu asked suspiciously.

"Intuition." Xiao Man replied, and then asked him a question: "What do you think of this young monk?"

Yan Wushu played with the lotus in his hand, and said in a low voice: "You are too good at talking. How can such a person not be famous in the Jianghu?"

Xiao Manxin said it was the same, but he didn't get too entangled in the topic of young monks, because it was useless to just sit here and think, so he asked Yan Wushu: "Have you decided on the meeting place?"

Xiao Man is in Gushan, so he has a seniority that people look up to, but he has no status and no real power. He will not be specially notified about such matters, so he can only ask the person in front of him.

"This time it's your friend Tan Wenzhou who represents Gushan. Peak Master Tan hasn't told me the location yet." Yan Wushu deliberately accentuated certain words, "But don't worry, I'll ask him."

The "going" in his words did not mean going by himself. With a wave of his sleeves, he would fly to the clouds with the usual tide of heaven and earth, looking for a boat.

Talk to Tan Wenzhou with the flying sword, and after a while, I get a reply that two quarters of an hour later, I will be in Kuheyuan.

The moon rises from Dongshan, and rises inch by inch toward the middle sky. The moon tonight is different from the day of the first solstice. The moon is half round, and the light that shines is bright and dazzling.

Sitting in the courtyard, Xiao Man cast a spell and gave an order to the Dark Lord.Gradually, the Gushan disciples came back one after another, got up and went to the Kuheyuan.

Here, he saw Master Xuanming again, clasping his hands together to perform the salute.

When Xuanming and Yin entered the hospital, the abbots of Jokhang Temple and Kutan Temple were there, they chatted for a while, then went to the house, waiting for the heads or elders of various sects to arrive, and began to discuss.

Everyone arrived on time, and some sects even brought their disciples with them.Xiao Man made a rough calculation and found that Gushan had the most visitors, including Tan Wenzhou, Yuan Qu, and another elder whose name he didn't know, plus him and Yan Wushu, a total of five people.

The abbot of Kutan Temple presided over the discussion meeting. He twirled the beads in his hands, recited "Amitabha", and said:

"Three months ago, everyone here must be aware of what happened in the secret realm of Juling Mountain. It was the follower of the Red Flame Emperor Buddha, the remnants of the Wushi Jingzong. The purpose was to invite the Red Flame Emperor back. Zhuangwangfo."

"This Red Flame Emperor Zhuangwang Buddha once issued a killing precept in the world, causing people to be burned and blood flowed into rivers. All Buddhist sects and temples joined forces to destroy him. Such a person, no, such a demon, we will never He cannot be allowed to return to the world."

At the other end of the long table, someone from the Daoist sect spread his hands and said, "But your Buddhist sect burned down everything belonging to Wushijingzong. Now, apart from the name of their exercises, who is the name of this demon Buddha we believe in? I can't find any clues from the side."

Soon another person said: "I have also asked your Buddhist sects, but you can't say anything, how can I stop this?"

This statement is true, and the abbot of Kutan Temple has no way to refute it.He exchanged glances with the abbot of the Jokhang Temple and Master Xuanming, and wanted to say something, but heard another voice:

"Collecting the strength of our various sects, we can't find any clues. Someone really has mastered the method to revive this demon Buddha?"

"People of the Demonic Way conduct blood sacrifices every year. Half of the cult sects are clamoring to invite the Demonic Buddha back. Who has succeeded in these years?"

"Three months have passed now, and there are only small disturbances in the rivers and lakes. The group of black-robed monks from Hongyan Dizhuwangfo and Wushijingzong can't even find their shadows. In my opinion, you are worrying too much. gone."

There are many Taoists who hold this opinion, and even a few Buddhist monks also nodded.The abbot of Jokhang Temple pursed his lips a little, got up and said:

"The northern imperial family's star pickers abandoned all their strongholds overnight. How can this be explained?"

"The two countries of the north and the south are at war, and this matter is naturally related to this mundane matter." The humane who held the objection said, "We practitioners should take good care of ourselves and avoid getting involved with the mundane world!"

At the end of the long table, a person chanted the Buddha's name and said: "In the past three months, we have been trying to find anything related to the Red Flame Emperor Zhuang and his followers, but we couldn't find anything at all. If you really think that this Demon Buddha may come back to life and endanger the world, please show evidence."

Yuan Qu sat next to Yan Wushu, and saw these people's faces as if they had nothing to do with him, and frowned again and again. At this moment, he finally couldn't help it, and angrily slapped the table and stood up: "Such a thing that endangers the world, Prepare for the worst from the start."

But the elder of the Yitian faction diagonally across from him sneered coldly: "When it comes to the safety of the human world, what should you count as the monster clan hidden in your lonely mountain?"

Who ever thought that the Yitian faction would pick the thorns of Gushan in Kudan Mountain, Yuan Qu's eyes widened immediately.

The elder of the Yitian faction turned his attention to Yan Wushu who had been playing with his folding fan with his eyes lowered all the time: "Don't say you don't have one. In the secret realm of Juling Mountain, Qu Hanxing, a disciple of Lord Lingguang, transformed into his original body in front of everyone."

After a pause, he added, "It's a tiger demon."

"He did it to save people." Beidou sent Jin Tiannan to say, "At that time, everyone in the secret realm of Giant Spirit Mountain could testify for him."

"Who can tell the purpose behind his saving people?" said the elder of the Yitian faction, "Even Liu Yuejun is willing to speak for him, isn't it in the hands of his demon world?"

Then he said: "It is not a matter of a day or two for the monster race to covet our mountains and rivers in the human world. Before the secret realm of Giant Spirit Mountain, it can be regarded as a lonely mountain ignorant, and was deceived by the monster race. But after the secret realm of Giant Spirit Mountain, the rivers and lakes Everyone knows the identity of Naqu Hanxing, but not only did you not expel him from the sect, but you didn't even punish him! Dare I ask Gu Shan, what is his plan to tolerate a monster like this?"

There were a lot of sarcasm towards Gu Shan in the words, Tan Wenzhou shook his feather fan lightly, and said slowly: "It's not that my faction has no precedent for recruiting Yaozu disciples."

"That was before the war with the demon world." The elder of the Yitian faction said, "After the two worlds publicly declared their opposition, there is no place for the Taoist and Buddhist sects to accept the demon clan!"

Yuan Qu was furious, Xiao Man was expressionless, and Yan Wushu lowered his head, unable to tell what he was thinking.The Yitian faction on the opposite side is a two-faced smile.

Master Xuan Ming smoothed things over: "Amitabha, the two worlds have been living in peace for many years, maybe we can take this opportunity to improve the relationship with the demon clan."

"Master thinks that the demon world has the same plan?" Yitian faction asked.

The abbot of Kutan Temple said: "This time all the sects gathered together for the matter of the Hongyan Emperor Zhuangwang Buddha, the disciple of the Yaozu in Gushan..."

"Do you really think that the demon world has nothing to do with the Red Flame Emperor Building King Buddha?" The elder of the Yitian Sect interrupted him, turned his head to look at the disciple behind him, raised his chin, and said, "Wu Mingshi, tell me what you found in the secret realm of Juling Mountain." Yes, show it to everyone."

The disciple's face immediately became tense, as if he was afraid of something, the elder of the Yitian Sect gave a serious look, bowed his hands to the elder, and then bowed to the other sects, took a step forward, and took out a photo from the Qiankun ring Beads, placed on the table.

Xiao Man had seen this Wu Mingshi in the secret realm of Giant Spirit Mountain.

In the next moment, several rays of light shot out from the photo bead, but there was an extra picture in the void.

In the picture is a gloomy and dark cave. People in bright yellow robes flashed by, followed by a group of black robed monks.

Liu Yingzhu didn't leave a sound, what they were talking about, I couldn't hear clearly, but I could see the back and forth conversation, the man in yellow took something from the black robe monk, turned and left.

The face of the man in yellow was also exposed, and it was Qu Hanxing.

The image on the photo bead flickered, then went dark, and it was over.

Wu Mingshi said tremblingly: "I... At that time, I got separated from our team and searched around. I came to this cave by accident. When I saw this disciple from the lonely mountain with such a group of black-robed monks, I felt that there was something wrong with this matter. It’s different, I recorded it with the photo beads.”

"Later, something happened... I didn't dare to say anything... After I left the sect, I hid for several days before I dared to take this thing out."

As soon as this thing came out, the words fell, and there was a brief silence between the venues.

The elder Yitian sent Wu Mingshi to go back, and said in a deep voice: "As we all know, the shadows left by the photo-recording beads are all things that really happened, and there will be no falsehoods."

Someone answered, "In that case, if you catch this person and interrogate him, won't you be able to find clues related to Wushi Jingzong?"

"Ling Guang-jun, this person is your apprentice, dare I ask if this person is still in Gushan?"

"Hand over this man!"

"This may be the only remaining clue!"

The scene in Kuheyuan became chaotic, many people were talking, and their voices were kneading together, making it extremely noisy.Yuan Qu glanced at Tan Wenzhou, then turned his gaze to Yan Wushu, expecting him to do something.

Xiao Man also turned his head to look at him.

At this time, the folding fan twirled between Yan Wushu's fingers, then fell down, and knocked on the table with a bang.

The coercion of the Taiqing Holy Land swayed out like ripples, as if it was being cleaned, and these chaotic sounds disappeared completely in awe.After calming down, Yan Wushu looked at the disciple behind the elder of the Yitian Sect, and said:

"Look into my eyes and repeat what you just said."

"I..." Master Wu Ming stepped forward trembling.

Yan Wushu raised his lips, showing a casual smile: "Look into my eyes, and repeat what I just said."