The years when I made seven sand sculptures cry

Now that the Young Castle Master has decided not to stay at the Zhou family for a long time, they have to figure out where to go next.

On this issue, the four had disagreements.

Mei San said that Jiangnan is good, Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and familiar.

There are many beauties on the Qinhuai River in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are also many literati and poets. It is best to see the scenes and cultivate your sentiments.

Zhu Wu said that there are many sects in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is easier to meet the future Mrs. Shaobao.

Hearing that Zhu Wu agreed with her words, Mei San smiled at him and nodded.

But Lei Er said: "Longmen Desert is good."

His place of practice is in the desert, which is different from Mei San Zhu Wu.

When Feng Si heard the words "Longmen Desert", he also had a nostalgic look on his face.

When he was young, his place of practice was also near the desert. He hadn't gone back for many years, and now he really wanted to go back and have a look.

Chu Xiangwan looked at them. All the things on the table had gone into his stomach. The master of Shaobao burped and asked, "How is Longmen Desert?"

Apparently, compared to Jiangnan water town, desert style is more attractive to him.

"The Longmen Desert is different from our frontier fortress. You can see the scenery there—" Lei Er's eyes showed nostalgia, "'The desert is solitary, the long river is full of sun', it is completely different from the Jiangnan water town."

Upon hearing this, the Young Castle Master nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Mei San and Zhu Wu exchanged another glance, thinking: That's right, they practiced in the south of the Yangtze River, and they have seen a lot of scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but they haven't seen the desert scenery of yellow sand and sunset.

Most importantly, Orchid is also very beautiful.

The two voted in favor: "Okay, let's go to the desert next stop."

It was almost noon, and countless hot air seemed to be evaporating from the yellow sand. The scene in the desert was so hot that even the air folded and fluctuated.

In this endless desert, two monks came from afar.

One tall and one short, one old and one young, both of them were wearing shabby but cleanly starched monk robes.

The old monk is very old and has wrinkles and age spots on his face, but his eyes are still as bright as before.

He stepped on the hot yellow sand, and the grains of sand came in through the holes made by the sandals. The old man seemed to be completely unaware, and walked forward at a fixed frequency. The Zen stick in his hand was like a crutch, and every step he took Just lean forward, and the ring on the top makes a sound.

The young monk walking next to him was not as advanced as his master. In this hot desert, the wind could blow the hat off his head.

The little monk held a wooden stick in his hand and was trying to support himself, while pressing the hat on his head with the other hand.

However, a sudden gust of wind blew up a cloud of wild sand, and he subconsciously opened his mouth when he couldn't breathe, and ended up eating a mouthful of sand, and couldn't help but lower his head and vomit: "Bah, bah, bah!"

After vomiting, I always feel like there are still grains of sand in my mouth.

In this ghost place, the sun is strong and the sand is hot. It is more difficult to walk than their place of practice. The little monk almost wants to cry.

He walked a few steps quickly, came to the side of the master, and asked with a frown: "Master, master, how long do we have to go?"

They had already been walking in the desert for a morning, and the locals kindly reminded them to find a place to rest quickly. Depending on the weather, there will be sandstorms soon.

In front of nature, people are always extraordinarily insignificant, especially young monks who have not cultivated well, and are particularly afraid of being swept away.

The old monk looked into the distance, and at the end of the sky was an endless stretch of yellow sand.

He closed his eyes, sensing a bit of moisture and air from behind the dunes, and opened them again.

The little monk heard him say: "Go on."

Little monk: "Yes..."

He covered his hat in frustration, and continued to walk in the yellow sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Every few steps, he had to pull his feet out of the hot yellow sand, then lift up and shake to pour the sand out of the shoes.

Even though he knew it was useless, he couldn't help but do it.

The old and the young walked for another half an hour, and the continuous sand dunes in front of them finally came to an end.

"Wow--"

Standing on the top of the sandy slope and looking down, the little monk raised his hat, looked at the half-moon-shaped lake, and let out a "wow".

In the depths of this desert, there is still such a lake that has not dried up.

The little monk's eyes were bright, and he saw that there were drought-resistant green plants and a few sandy date trees planted by the Banyue Lake, and behind them were several buildings built with bricks fired from loess.

Among them is a two- to three-storey small building with back-shaped walls on three sides. Together with the Banyue Lake, it forms a landscape in the depression of the desert.

"Look, Master!" The little monk pointed at the place and said happily, "There is water! It's an inn!"

After walking for so long, he drank all the water, and he felt smoke coming out of his throat. Seeing the lake in the desert and the obviously popular inn, tears filled his eyes.

"Amitabha." The old monk glanced at him, "Guocheng, when will you be more stable?"

The little monk scratched his face in embarrassment, then clasped his hands together, and said to the master: "Master will teach me later, let's go there first."

He said, looking up at the sky.

The sky here was still blue, but from the direction they had just come from, it became gray and dense, and a storm was about to come.

The old man was kind-hearted, as if he would never get angry.

He looked at his youngest disciple. This kid has aptitude, but his character still needs to be tempered, so he brought him out this time.

The little monk saw his master nodded and said, "Let's go."

"Long live Master!"

The little monk happily ran to the front, and stopped pouring the sand from his shoes.

A withered flower branch fell from the basket on his back and landed in the yellow sand.

It is peach blossom.

The light-colored, slightly curly petals were separated from the branches at once, blowing to the sky with the wind and sand.

Longmen Inn welcomed several groups of guests at noon, and all of them came here to rest because of the approaching wind and sand.

The owner of the inn is a taciturn man, but his wife is eloquent and very pungent.

Holding the plate, she walked like a water snake in this crowded inn, her twisting waist attracted the attention of many people.

It's just that everyone knows that the couple is able to open the inn here, of course not only because of courage.

No matter how coquettish the proprietress is, no one dares to reach out and touch her.

An old man and a young man walked in from the door, bringing in a breath of wind and sand.

As soon as the two monks appeared in the inn, they seemed out of place with the surroundings.

The little monk excitedly looked at all kinds of practitioners in the inn, lifted the basket on his back, and then walked in behind the master.

Xiao Er shook the cloth on his shoulders and said loudly: "A guest is here!"

The proprietress raised her eyebrows, greeted them, and smiled at them and said: "The two masters are going to be a top student or stay in the hotel?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed to her. The young monk said beside him, "Master and I want to rest here. Please give us some white steamed buns and a jug of water."

The proprietress looked at his young face, and said to him: "Little master, you are still growing, how can you just eat these? I'll see and let the kitchen prepare another vegetarian dish for you."

The little monk was overjoyed, put his hands together and said to her, "Thank you, benefactor!"

The proprietress led them to an empty table, seated them, then turned and walked back to the counter.

The boss was thinking silently behind the counter, when the howling wind outside rolled up the sand and hit the window, and passed through the broken window again, as if trying to blow the entire inn away.

"The head of the house." The proprietress leaned against the counter and asked, "Do you want to close the door?"

The boss raised his head, looked in another direction, and said, "Wait, there is another customer outside."

In the distance, another figure appeared in the yellow sand.

The white clothes on his body seemed to be shining in the sunlight of the desert, and he wore a bamboo hat on his head, and the white cloth hanging around covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

He was far away when he first appeared, but he came very close in an instant.

He has a cold temperament completely different from this desert, and he walks abruptly in the rough world, like a phantom.

In an instant, he came from outside the two huge rocks at the entrance of the desert to this desert town consisting of an inn and several commercial inns, and then entered the gate of the inn.

Then the boss said: "Go and cover the doors and windows with wooden boards."

The proprietress got the order, and called the busy guys in the store, and together they used wooden boards to block all the openings in the whole building, so as not to let any wind and sand come in.

The man in white walked into the inn, reached out and took off the veil on his head, revealing a handsome face with a cold expression, with a tear mole under the corner of his left eye.

His gaze swept across the noisy inn, and he didn't stop at the practitioners. He found the two masters and apprentices who were sitting in the corner waiting for Mantou and Qingshui, and walked over.

Those who noticed him in the inn all made shocking voices: "That's..."

"The evil agent...Mu Chengxue?"

Mu Chengxue didn't hide his aura, nor did he hide his face. After he took off the hat that covered his head to keep out the wind and sand, people in the inn recognized him one after another.

They looked at Mu Chengxue in horror. Although he was just an evil agent, in the eyes of the world, he was more terrifying than the leader of the evil way, Duan Xieya.

In the hands of Duan Xieya, the lord of the evil way would occasionally let them go just because they begged for mercy, but Mu Chengxue was different, he would kill your whole family if he said he wanted to kill them.

What did this person come to Longmen Desert for?

Is there anyone in this inn that he wants to kill? !

They desperately lowered their sense of presence, watched as Mu Chengxue walked over from the door, walked towards the corner with a clear goal, and stopped in front of the pair of master and apprentice who came in before him.

For a moment, the entire inn was quiet, and the only sound was the wind from outside.

The little monk was waiting for the steamed buns, water, and vegetarian dishes to be delivered from the kitchen, and he didn't notice the change in the atmosphere around him at all.

He lowered his head and saw a shadow on the table, as if someone had come to their table, he immediately lifted his head, raised his head and asked expectantly: "Is it our vegetarian food and steamed buns?"

When he saw clearly that the person standing by the table was a man in white, who didn't look like a guy in the inn, his voice stuck in his throat, "..."

Mu Chengxue didn't look at him, his attention was always on the old monk, he said, "Master Fearless."

The old monk sitting in front of the dilapidated and somewhat greasy table opened his eyes and looked at him peacefully: "Master Mu."

Everyone was wondering who Master Wuwei was, and someone suddenly whispered, "Could it be an eminent monk of Tantric Buddhism, Master Wuwei?"

Unbelievably, two big figures came to the Longmen Inn all of a sudden!

They couldn't help being frightened.

Kuangsha is approaching, will these two fight here and tear down the Dragon Inn?

When the little monk heard that his master was called Mu Chengxue, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his face turned pale——

Mu Chengxue, the envoy of evil and evil ways!

Help, help, is he here for revenge?

Mu Chengxue, who hadn't looked at him from the beginning to the end, finally gave the little monk some peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes.

Master Wuwei saw him glance at his disciple, then looked away, looked at himself and said, "It seems that Master already knows the reason for my visit."

Master Fearless was still so peaceful, nodded and said: "I know."

Amid the suffocation of the crowd, the proprietress came over and said in a discussing tone: "It seems that the two of you have something to discuss, but the downstairs is so complicated, it's not as quiet as upstairs, why don't you two go upstairs and sit down and talk? "

Mu Chengxue said: "No need." Then, without even looking at the proprietress behind him, she just waved her hand, and a dim mist flew out from his sleeve, instantly covering the entire inn.

The person who was looking in this direction in horror suddenly lost consciousness and fell on the table, while the boss who was standing behind the counter, already on guard, couldn't resist the power of the gray fog, and lay down on the counter.

The little monk let out an "ah", and went to support the proprietress who had fallen backwards, and let her lean on a chair beside her, then looked around, and found that only he and his master were awake in the entire inn, and This evildoer has done his best.

Mu Chengxue put down his hands and said, "No one will affect us now."

He took out a piece of fabric from his pocket, the fabric was torn, as if torn from someone's clothes.

However, even with such a small piece of red, it can be seen that the material is precious, and the luster shining on it has not yet dimmed.

Afterwards, the little monk Guocheng watched him take out a peach blossom.

The little monk immediately thought of the peach blossom branch in the basket on his back, and felt that the peach blossom branch was much better than the one he kept.

How did he do that?

Mu Chengxue put these two things on the table.

Duan Xieya disappeared, Jiang Han came out from Flying Star City to investigate this matter himself, and so did he.

It's just that Mu Chengxue got more news than Jiang Han, at least he knew who Duan Xieya offended, and where he met and fought with this eminent Tantric monk.

Guocheng was distracted thinking about how to preserve the peach blossom branch, when he heard Mu Chengxue say, "I've been there, but I only found this piece of clothing on Duan Xieya's body and this peach blossom."

Other than that, there was no aura of the evil lord.

Master Fearless glanced at these two things, and then heard the right-hand envoy in front of him continue to say: "Although I know the truth that good people don't live long, and scourges last forever, I understand that the scourge Duan Xieya won't die It's so easy, but I still want to ask the master, what did you do to him?"

Mu Chengxue was not in the Central Plains during this time.

The frontier battlefield they were in charge of recently had some problems. I don’t know when a powerful monster came out, and many of their elites failed to take it down.

So he set off to go deep into the front line and strangle him himself. Unexpectedly, Duan Xieya ran out to make a fuss while he was away, and this time he even provoked the eminent monks of the Esoteric School.

Esoteric Buddhism has never been born, and the eminent monks are also compassionate. Mu Chengxue was sure that even if Duan Xieya stole the relics of other eminent monks to play with, he would not die, at most he would be taught a lesson.

However, he didn't expect that after he came back, Duan Xieya disappeared, and those useless guys wanted him to be the lord of the evil way.

What a joke, he doesn't want to sit in that seat.

So, knowing that it was Master Wuwei who came out to deal with Duan Xieya from the Tantric sect, and the place where the two fought was near the desert, Mu Chengxue set off again and came here.

In this barren mountain, the imperial court once mined mineral deposits here, leaving a huge hole in this place.

The cliffs on both sides are high and steep, and they were the passages that were cleared out when the mine was opened. It was here that Duan Xieya and Master Wuwei fought.

Mu Chengxue went there first, there were traces of fighting there, but no wreckage was left.

He used secret techniques to sweep around, and finally found the piece of cloth and half a peach blossom on the table with only his breath.

The cloth is the red dress on Duan Xieya's body, it looks like peach blossoms folded from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it has the breath of an eminent monk of Tantric Buddhism.

After a fight, Duan Xieya seemed to have been wiped out of the world, and Master Wuwei's spirit was also much weaker.

So Mu Chengxue followed his trail all the way, came to this Longmen Desert, and blocked him here.

He waited for an answer from Master Fearless.

Master Fearless said: "The evil lord is indeed a rare opponent I have encountered in my practice for many years."

They had a fight there, flying sand and rocks, if it wasn't for the uninhabited place, countless people's residences would have been bombarded by this earth-shattering force.

The fight between the two caused the only creatures on the barren hill to run around in shock, and the Zen staff was all broken. The one he was holding was bought later in the town.

At that time, he had no weapons in his hands, so he took the peach blossoms that his disciple Guocheng had broken off, and transformed himself into a dharma form to fight against the evil lord in red in front of him.

In this deserted inn where the yellow sand roared, the master with profound knowledge still couldn't help sighing when he talked about his battle with Duan Xieya.

Mu Chengxue heard him say: "I thought that I had cultivated to a high level, refrained from anger and resentment, and would not do anything serious, but I never thought that the evil lord could push me to that point."

He used the strongest ultimate move, and even he couldn't hold back his hand, blasting another passage in the barren mountain in one fell swoop.

And Duan Xieya was also suppressed by his Dharma image, unable to move. When the ultimate light passed, only half of him was left.

Hearing this, Mu Chengxue frowned.

Why Duan Xiya provoked the Esoteric sect, his right envoy couldn't be more clear.

Apart from being dead, this guy has always wanted to see the methods of Tantra.

He always thinks that he has the ability to save his life, no matter what methods the opponent uses, he will be able to escape unscathed, not to mention the benevolence of Tantric Buddhism, it will never drive him to death.

The current situation would be unstable without him, but he would be out of control all at once.

The solemn Dharma image of Master Fearless dissipated between the sky and the earth, and the only one standing there was this kind-looking, harmless old monk, and only the upper half of Duan Xieya himself was lying on the ground.

The piece of red cloth that was torn from his body by the light, fortunately not destroyed, flew aside and fell far away from them.

Duan Xieya has never been so embarrassed, and he deeply felt what is called the thunderbolt method, and even he couldn't stop it.

Master Fearless had exhausted his entire body and only had the strength left to stand here. Guocheng, who was hiding far away, watched the dust and smoke disappear, and ran over quickly with the basket on his back.

He stretched out his hand worriedly to help his master: "Master..."

I thought the master would dodge, but unexpectedly, he bumped into the thin and withered arm of the master firmly.

The young boy looked at the master of the evil way lying on the ground, and thought that he should be completely dead, but he didn't expect that the man was blown half way down, and he was still breathing, and was still laughing intermittently.

The little monk was about to be frightened crazy by this man.

Duan Xieya was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky above his head, he coughed up blood and said, "Ahem, I lost..."

Everyone in the world said don't mess with him, but now he thinks that this sentence should be changed, don't mess with the monk.

Master Fearless stood where he was, supported by his disciples, and also coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Amitabha." He said to Duan Xieya, "Master Duan, you—"

He originally wanted to tell Duan Xieya that he still had some strength to help, and that the main reason for his evil way was that he was dead, so the current situation would be chaotic.

I originally thought that such a wicked and arrogant person like Duan Xieya would definitely not ask for help like Luo Baicheng, and would rather die proudly. When he was thinking about how to persuade him, the person lying on the ground said directly: : "I obey, I obey...cough cough, please save my life, Master."

"..."

Guocheng heard Master say this, he was puzzled and said: "I don't even know how this person can be so shameless..."

It is obvious that he stole their tantric treasure, and then injured countless senior brothers, and finally attracted his master to come out to do it, but after exhausting his master's cultivation, he still has the face to ask his master to save him.

Mu Chengxue said coldly, "I'm not surprised."

Since Duan Xieya begged, Master Wuwei would definitely save him. As he still had some strength, he closed his eyes and searched in the barren mountain, and found a corpse that had just passed away.

It was still an auspicious beast.

He opened his eyes, and said to Duan Xieya: "Benefactor Duan, you are lucky. I found the corpse of an auspicious beast. Just put your upper body together with its lower body, and you will survive."

And when he wakes up, he will also have the blood of the auspicious beast, and maybe he will benefit from it, and his skill will increase greatly.

Mu Chengxue: "..."

He couldn't believe it and said, "Duan Xieya agreed?"

Of course Duan Xieya didn't agree, in fact he desperately refused.

He was lying on the ground, coughing up blood and waving his hands, "In this case... ahem, I'd rather die."

Seeing this, Guo Cheng felt like scolding him.

This person was still begging Master to save him just now, but now he just wanted to put him together with Ruishou's lower body, so he didn't want to, wouldn't it be good to live?

Master Fearless had a good temper and said, "In that case, there is another way."

Duan Xieya lay on the ground, his breath gradually weakening.

He closed his eyes, and said angrily, "As long as... as long as it doesn't join me with the lower body of some kind of divine beast, it's fine."

He only heard Master Wuwei say "OK", and then he felt his body lighten, and then he didn't know anything.

Mu Chengxue was silent for two seconds: "What did you do to him?"

Guocheng said beside him: "My master found a black unicorn that had just passed away in the barren mountain, and then used the Six Paths of Reincarnation to send the spirit of Master Duan into it."