Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(48)

"Little uncle."

As the evening approached, a figure finally appeared outside Fang Yanchu's study which had been quiet all day.The person who came was a little Taoist boy who was only about the age of the general manager, and there was nothing special about his simple clothes.

There are a lot of Taoist boys like this in Lingyun Palace, some of them are plants, trees, birds and beasts who accidentally become spirits, and stay in Lingyun Palace.Some were real human children, who could not find their parents due to various reasons, so they also stayed in Lingyun Temple.In addition, after a few housekeepers last week, they showed great kindness, and if there were no children in Lingyun Hall, they had to go outside to raise some, so Taoist boys of this age in Lingyun Hall were not uncommon.

Usually, few Taoist boys came to Fang Yanchu's study and bedroom, only one or two who were in charge of meals would come, and the people around seemed a little afraid of Fang Yanchu, and never took the initiative to go in front of him.

Xiao Daotong stood still outside Fang Yanchu's study, knocked on the door with his fingers, and tentatively called Fang Yanchu: "Little uncle, are you there?"

This sentence seemed to be a formality, Xiao Daotong opened the door without waiting for someone inside to answer.

The red lines are vertical and horizontal, and the bone beads are swimming.

"Hehe," Xiao Daotong was not only not afraid, but took a step towards the red line, stretched out his hand to fiddle with a bone bead on the red line, "quick sand formation. Stay first and kill later. This not only preserves the dignity of Buddhism, but also achieves your own goals." The purpose is really what that demon monk has always done."

The bone bead held down by him tremblingly stayed in place, and as this bone bead stopped, the other bone bead also stopped and turned around in unison.On the other side of the bone bead, a half-open eye was drawn with black ink at some point. When the thousand bone beads turned around at the same time, the eyes on the bead suddenly opened, and they all looked at the blind eye. The little boy who came in.

Facing the condescending thousand Buddha eyes, Xiao Daotong raised the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently, and let go of the bone beads: "They are all the relics left by the real Buddha after his death. You really worked hard. ——It's a pity, The real Buddha relics only exorcise demons, and I am just an immortal."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Daotong transformed into a tall and handsome man.The man grabbed it out of nowhere in mid-air, and there was an extra golden sword in his hand. With a sword flower in his hand, he walked straight forward to face the quicksand formation.

No one could see how he moved, the thin red thread like a spider's web didn't stop him at all, but he avoided it with two or three strokes.The bone beads like stars all over the sky stopped at the same time, the Buddha eyes first opened and stared at him, and then the black color in the middle of the bone beads swelled, as if the Buddha eyes suddenly opened wide, the whole bone beads changed. Became like the eyeballs of Buddha.It was shaking tremblingly at first, and then there was an uncontrollable big movement. In an instant, the sound of collisions in the room was "jingling".

He didn't care about the movement of the quicksand formation at all, the visitor walked up to Fang Yanchu in two or three steps, stretched out his hand to grab Fang Yanchu's collar, and the sword in his right hand was about to cut in the air——

"Om--" The blade of the sword suddenly hummed, and it kept trembling in his hand, even though the veins on the back of his hand were bulging due to someone's grasping, it didn't drop a single bit.

"He doesn't believe in the way of heaven anymore!" The visitor gritted his teeth and stretched out his index finger to wipe the sword, and the blood flowed into the groove in an instant, "Do you still think he is the ancestor of the world's sword cultivators?!"

The humming sword finally gradually stopped, and it fell obediently into the hands of the visitor.He grabbed the sword in his hand and raised it high, stabbing Fang Yanchu's body.

As the golden light entered his body, Fang Yanchu spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes slowly opened, and he looked at him dully.

"Longyou Jun! Long! You! Jun! Aren't you a saint? Why don't you stand up and resist?!"

Fang Yanchu only had one soul left in his body, and he didn't respond to any sounds from the outside world. He just raised his right hand to cover the wound on his abdomen.This sword was unreserved, and almost pierced Fang Yanchu, blood rushed out from the wound, dyeing Fang Yanchu's hand red in an instant.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were looking forward blankly, his left hand was still stretched out, and he also grabbed the collar of the visitor.It's just that the difference between his grasp and the hand on his own neck is too big, he has lost all strength, and his fingers are hanging on the collar of that person.

Fang Yanchu's soul was protected by the quicksand formation, and there was nothing wrong with it for the time being, but the stabbed body and the blood flow still stimulated the quicksand formation.The sound of quicksand became more and more intense, thousands of bone beads rubbed and collided with each other, and sparks burst.

A tiny spark landed on the red line, and the section of the red line between the sparks was completely burned, and the red line ignited a relic at the end.

The relics are the bones of the real Buddha after the Buddha's fire burned out. Just looking at the fire drawn by the red thread is stronger than the Buddha's fire.The relics that could not be ignited by the Buddha fire gradually turned red under the burning of the fire, a cluster of flames suddenly rose, and the relics were slowly burned.

An unknown fragrance gradually permeated the air. This fragrance is not like the agarwood and sandalwood that Buddhists often order, but it is a bit like medicinal fragrance. It is like a pot of freshly boiled medicine, lingering in the room. Straight smoked people groggy.

Instead, Fang Yanchu's eyes gradually focused from the rich medicinal fragrance, and there was a gleam in his eyes. He focused his eyes on the face of the visitor, staring at him as if trying to find something from his face. After a while, he said slowly, "Shang Fu Liang."

This quicksand formation is not only set up to protect Fang Yanchu's physical safety, the quicksand formation is set up with the relics of the real Buddha after sitting and transforming. It will naturally work if you encounter demons, but if you encounter Penglai immortals, no matter how delicately arranged It doesn't matter what.

At this time, the quicksand formation had only one function, and that was to wake up Fang Yanchu's soul.

Fang Yanchu revealed the identity of the person who came, and it was Shang Fuliang, the former leader of Penglai Xianshan.

"It's me." Shang Fuliang stopped pretending after being told to reveal his identity. He just drew out the sword in his hand and stabbed Fang Yanchu again, smiling triumphantly, "Hmph, you kill me again? Didn't you Do gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas?"

Shang Fuliang is different from the way they met thousands of years ago. At that time, Shang Fuliang was a young talent, dared to stand upright with a sword, and did not lose the wind in front of Fang Yanchu and Xuan Tianjun. He could be called the leader of human monks.Now there are fine wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Although he is still a handsome young man among human beings, his appearance in his 30s has made him far from the genius he was back then.

He died at the hands of Fang Yanchu, and later entered the underworld to be reincarnated. After a thousand years of hard work, he finally returned to Penglai.And since he is the leader of Penglai, there are naturally many ways to solve the mystery of the womb, or the underworld sold him for a face and simply confiscated his memory, so it is not troublesome to return to Penglai, and still pick up the old post and responsibilities.

It's just that after recultivation, he changed his physical body, and his talent was not as good as before. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he entered the Tao as the head of human cultivation, and he was a young talent.It is not bad for this body to enter Taoism in his 30s, but it is still too late. Every time he looks in the mirror, he will feel strange.

"Fang Yanchu! Do you know how I have lived these 1000 years? I want to peel off your skin and drink your blood every second! Every day and every time I see you in Lingyun Temple, I want to do this! Shang Fuliang almost frantically drew out the sword and stabbed it in again, looked at the sword in his hand like crazy and said, "Aren't you unwilling to attack him? Does his blood taste good?"

Fang Yanchu, who only kept one soul, was unable to stop a crazy Penglai leader, so he just put his hand lightly on the side of Shang Fuliang's neck.Fang Yanchu rubbed the side of his neck slowly until it stopped at one place, the skin under his fingertips throbbed violently, as if it symbolized Shang Fuliang's violently fluctuating emotions and mood.

"Wait!" Shang Fuliang shot like lightning, and grabbed Fang Yanchu's hand before he could force his fingers, "Do you still want to use this trick to restrain me? 1000 years ago. I was not careful enough on Penglai , being pinched by you, you chose to compromise as a last resort, but you turned your back on your promise, and you didn't forget to cut the grass and roots before you left, and almost killed [-]% of my Penglai's immortals."

"Fang Yanchu! Let me ask you! In the past 1000 years, have you never dreamed of them in your sleep? They just obeyed orders and never deliberately made enemies with you. The disaster of the underworld is so short of manpower, how can you be so determined to fight against you?" Kill them all?

"Fang Yanchu, you are really cruel! You are a sage of heaven, and you treat everything as a dog. Tens of thousands of people in the world can't help you. If you treat them as worthless, it's fine. Are there so many people in Penglai not enough for you? ? Why do you bother to embarrass them?"

There was no further movement, Fang Yanchu just lowered his eyes and listened quietly, his lips were pale, and a few drops of blood splashed on it, like the juice of impatiens stained on white paper, so gorgeous and helpless.

A strange smile appeared on Shang Fuliang's face, he touched his face with one hand, pressed the corner of his lips to wipe away the drop of blood, and dyed a piece of white paper red.He leaned close to Fang Yanchu's ear, and pinched his shoulder casually: "No wonder everyone in Penglai wanted to win you over. With such a beauty, who wouldn't want to see what it's like for a god and Buddha to enter the mortal world?"

"It's a pity—I don't want to! I just want you to die."

As he said that, he suddenly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, drew the sword without hesitation, and then slowly moved the tip of the sword dripping with blood until it was pointed at Fang Yanchu's left chest. He said while exerting force: " I don’t know how to kill a saint? Will you be resurrected after killing you? Why don’t you let me try to kill you!”

Just when the point of the sword was about to enter the body, the quicksand formation that had been quieted down by a fire shook suddenly, and the sound of bone beads colliding was like thunder, rumbling.

The change started with Fang Yanchu. With the loud noise, a small mole on his earlobe suddenly protruded through his body. A huge and pure evil spirit accumulated in mid-air, and a lean leopard jumped out like a gust of wind. , pressing Shang Fuliang with both front palms, pushing him to the ground.

"Roar--"