The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

After hitting the Thunderbolt Sword, the Buddha Bead circled in the air and returned to a flat palm along the original path.

Looking up along this hand, there are four people standing in the void in front of them, all wearing dark gray monk robes, dressed as monks.

It was the leader who spoke. Unlike the three shaved monks behind him, he had long hair, and a layer of gold was outlined on the dark gray monk's robe, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a very soft expression on his face. .

Sensing that everyone was looking at him, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm going down to Linyuan."

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but at a glance, there was a layer of golden glow faintly around Lin Yuan.

shine.Moreover, Qin Mo could clearly see a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Does this person know him?Qin Mo was puzzled, but didn't think much about it.Since that incident, he has not had any affection for the monk.

With a hook of Qin Mo's index finger, the Thunderbolt Sword trembled and struck at the head of the evil dragon.

Seeing Qin Mo's actions, Lin Yuan frowned slightly, disapproval flashed in his eyes, the Buddhist beads in his hand spun quickly, and hit the Thunderbolt Sword again.

When the Buddha beads approached the Thunderbolt Sword, a layer of purple flame suddenly burst out from the sword, forming a wide barrier, blocking the Buddha beads from the outside.But Luolei Sword's momentum continued unabated, and it pierced into the mind of the evil flood that was constantly churning on the sea.The evil dragon thumped twice and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The Luolei Sword blew twice, and returned to Qin Mo's hands.After touching the blade, Qin Mo shook his sleeves and returned to Uncle Cang's side.

I have to say that Lin Yuan's temper is really good. Qin Mo beheaded the evil dragon in front of him. If ordinary people would have turned their faces, he just frowned, shook his head and said: "This dragon is not guilty. To the point of death, Fellow Daoist is too arbitrary." There was no trace of displeasure in his tone.

Although Qin Mo's expression remained unchanged, Uncle Cang, who had been with him day and night for five years, could still see his displeasure hidden under his cold expression.It's really interesting that Qin Mo's ice cube has changed his face.

Thinking of this, Uncle Cang twitched his mouth, pointed to the long-lasting gray air permeating the air, and said, "Those are the souls of those who were hurt by the evil dragon."

"Everyone has the heart to be kind, and monsters are no exception..." Lin Yuan clasped his hands together, revealing a feeling of compassion from all over his body.

The corner of Uncle Cang's mouth twitched, he was speechless, his eyes glanced at the helpless three monks behind Lin Yuan, he twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at Qin Mo, and said dryly: "Where are you going? If you don't mind, you can walk with us."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's brows and eyes widened, he nodded to Uncle Cang, thanked Uncle Cang, then turned around and whispered something in the ears of the three of them.

The three of them nodded, and with a flash, they stood on the spirit boat.But Lin Yuan took two steps forward, came in front of those innocent souls, and recited the reincarnation curse.

A golden light rose from Lin Yuan's body, and as he chanted a mantra, large golden characters emerged from his mouth, constantly churning around the wraith.Under the golden characters, the gray air dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at Lin Yuan's figure surrounded by golden light, Uncle Cang's eyes flickered: "This kid is really young, so it's not easy."

After the gray air dissipated, Lin Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and walked onto the spirit boat.

Uncle Cang checked the condition of the spirit boat and saw that no one was injured and the spirit boat was not damaged, so he flicked his sleeves and the spirit boat set sail again.

The rest of the journey was very peaceful. Standing at the bow of the boat, enjoying the cool sea breeze, Qin Mo's anxious mood gradually calmed down.But it's a pity, Qin Mo glanced at Lin Yuan at the side, and frowned slightly.

"There is a saying in Buddhism, saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..." Sensing Qin Mo's gaze, Lin Yuan thought that his words had moved Qin Mo, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he even sped up his speech a lot.

Uncle Cang stood not far behind the two of them. Seeing this situation, he still maintained a serious expression on his face, and he was already smiling in his heart. He didn't expect that Lin Yuan was actually a chatterbox, and a chatterbox who liked to talk about Buddhist scriptures. .It was rare to see Qin Mo's expression like this, and it was worthwhile to keep them on the spirit boat.

Thinking of this, Uncle Cang sighed in his heart. He didn't know what this child Qin Mo had experienced. He was so old at such a young age, and he looked like nothing around him could move him anymore.

It was noon when Lingzhou arrived in Wanshan Town, the sun was shining brightly, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Everyone on Qingming Island came here to buy items. Apart from transporting the spirit boat, Uncle Cang also bought some spiritual herbs. After all, although the environment on Qingming Island is very good, the materials needed for alchemy are not enough.

Standing on the noisy street, Uncle Cang's eyes fell on Qin Mo from a distance. After a long time, he sighed, patted Qin Mo's joint, and walked towards the noisy market.

His voice faintly circulated in the air: "If you are tired, go back to Qingming Island..."

The sunlight fell on Uncle Cang's body, leaving a silhouette all over the place, the corners of Qin Mo's mouth turned up, and his eyes brightened.

In this strange world of comprehension, it is full of bloody battles, but there are always some people who will make people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, such as Old Man Wen and Uncle Cang.Qin Mo felt that even if he really couldn't go back in the end, it would be a good thing to stay here

situation.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo shook his head. What he has to do now is to find Lin Zizheng and the little fox, which he owes them.

The four of Lin Yuan had been standing by Qin Mo's side, and now they saw that Uncle Cang had left, so they came forward.

"Fellow Daoist Qin Mo, I don't know where you are going?"

"Get out of here." Hearing Lin Yuan speak, Qin Mo replied casually, but the movements of his feet unconsciously accelerated a little.

Lin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought about it, and said slowly: "I am going to the Blue Sky Realm under the order of my teacher this time, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Qin Mo is interested in going with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people behind Lin Yuan changed, and they wanted to stop his words.

But Lin Yuan ignored the three people behind him, still stubbornly stood where he was, and continued to speak: "This time the Azure Sky Realm was attacked by demon cultivators, and the division sent us to support them."

Qin Mo paused and turned to look at Lin Yuan.Under the sun, Lin Yuan was wearing a monk's robe, smiling happily.

Qin Mo's eyebrows twitched. This person really knew him. When he mentioned the word "Blue Sky Realm", his tone was obviously a little bit heavier.

Bikongjie, this name has not been heard for a long time.

Qin Mo thought about it for a while. There are three thousand interfaces in the cultivation world, and the sea of ​​people is vast. Finding Lin Zizheng is not an easy task. It is better to go back to the blue sky world, maybe there will be clues to Lin Zizheng there.Also, some people haven't seen each other in a long time.

However, Qin Mo frowned, and sized Lin Yuan up: "As far as I know, without the cultivation level of the Transcending Tribulation Period, one cannot shuttle between interfaces."

"Fellow Daoist Qin Mo didn't know that five years ago, there was a great battle between the orthodox monks and the devil cultivators. For some unknown reason, the barrier between the three thousand interfaces in the cultivation world was broken. The monks in the base period can freely shuttle in various places

between interfaces. "

Lin Yuan's tone was soothing, and he explained to Qin Mo in detail.

Five years ago, Qin Mo touched the round bead on his chest, and his eyes became a little dazed.

"Fellow Daoist Qin Mo...Qin Mo?" Lin Yuan patted Qin Mo's arm when he saw that Qin Mo was in a daze.

Qin Mo was in a trance, and when Lin Yuan touched him, he slapped Lin Yuan reflexively. After he reacted, his face became a little embarrassed, his eyes moved down, and he didn't look at the hurt expression on Lin Yuan's face, "Yes" He expressed his agreement with his proposal, and at the moment he turned to leave, he threw a jade bottle and a jade slip to Lin Yuan.

"In the past few days, I'll be staying in the inn in Wanshan Town. This is the Yinchuan jade slip."

After saying this, Qin Mo left quickly. Although he didn't know what Lin Yuan's purpose was, he was not afraid.

Lin Yuan stood where he was, playing with the jade bottle in his hand, and suddenly let out a "puchi" laugh. He shook his head and sighed, "It really is different."

After saying this, he nodded to the three people behind him, and walked towards Qin Mo.

The three monks looked at each other, although they were dissatisfied, they did not show it.This Lin Yuan is the sect master's beloved disciple, his strength is comparable to theirs, but his status is not comparable to them.

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It was night, the sky was pitch black, Qin Mo stood in front of the window, looking at the street in the distance.Different from the hustle and bustle of the day, the streets at this time

There was not a single pedestrian, and the bluestone slab emitted a faint light.

Qin Mo touched his sleeve robe. Ever since he was planted with twin flowers by Lin Zizheng, whenever someone touched him, he would feel a scorching tingling sensation on his back.But when Lin Yuan touched her today, she didn't feel this way.Who is this Lin Yuan?

"Tick, tick, tick..." It rained suddenly outside the house, the sound of the rain was clear and clear, splashing water all over the ground.

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched suddenly, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart, Wanshan Town was too quiet for a while.