Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

The little novice yelled violently, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous.

A golden Buddha phantom slowly appeared behind him.

The phantom is tens of feet high, worthy of standing in front of the most majestic and solemn treasure hall, and the brilliance it brings reflects the wild ice and snow place they are in like a Buddhist kingdom on earth.

The Buddha statue has slender eyebrows and a round face, soft and compassionate.

However, the golden light is so hard, cold and ruthless, it sets off the original benevolent face high above, and majesty looms.

The little novice changed his appearance.

His body looks like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, with a round head and a round brain, with a cute and naive attitude. When he smiles, two small canine teeth that cannot be hidden appear on his lips, so cute and cute.

But at this moment, standing under the lotus platform of the Golden Buddha, his childishness has completely disappeared, and he looks very suitable for the Golden Buddha.

His smile is the smile of Buddha.

His compassion is that of Buddha.

His emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, every trace of his every move, seems to be imprinted with Western bliss that cannot be erased.

Only the eminent monks who live in the legends of today's world, thousands of years ago, are worthy of this unique courage.

The little novice raised his palm.

The golden Buddha behind him also raised his palm.

The palm of the little novice monk is only a few inches long, but the palm of the Golden Buddha is generous enough to hold the world.

The little monk flung out the rosary from his palm.

The five fingers of the Golden Buddha opened slightly, and then threw out the rosary.

The rosary in the palm of the little monk is only the size of an ordinary longan.

The rosary in the palm of the Golden Buddha is as swift as a shooting star!

Wei Heng drew out his sword.

When his sword is out of the sheath, the brilliance can make tomorrow retreat, and Xingyao is invisible.

Stately and aboveboard, number one in the world.

However, at this moment, the sun and the moon shine on the wall and put away all its mighty momentum.

It turned into a sword.

About three feet long, the sword body is as bright as autumn water, and the sides of the blade are slightly thinner. When passing through the air, there is a sharp edge that blows hair and cuts hair and cuts skin, which makes people shudder.

And that's all.

The world is so big, there is always no shortage of famous swords that are known for their sharpness.

However, the sun and the moon shine far more than that.

Wei Heng grasped the sword and slashed straight!

The meteor-like Buddhist bead was passed through without hindrance by the sun and the moon shining on the sword.

Then it was neatly broken into two halves and spread out on the ground, as if tofu cut by a chef's sharp knife.

It's nothing to be good at being sharp.

However, the sharpness has reached the extreme, and the sharpness has reached the level of the best in the world, which is beyond the reach of others.

It seems that the years when Wei Heng became famous are already a little far away.

People remember that Dao Zun is number one in the world, but only vaguely left a shadow like a god statue that is unattainable.

But he forgot that Dao Zun became famous as a young man, and the unknown pawn who was a minion under the sword has been beheaded to the head of the Mahayana demon full of evil. He has beheaded a hundred thousand demon species and even taken the head of the demon king.

In terms of sharpness, of course it is unmatched in the world.

The little novice faced Wei Heng's sun and moon shining on his sword, but he didn't panic at all, instead he smiled confidently:

"Gods and Buddhas escape the way of heaven and are independent of reincarnation. They are naturally Buddhas in heaven."

"The sun and the moon shine brightly under your sword, and if you practice the way of heaven, you will naturally be a sword in the sky."

"They are all heavenly objects that are once in a thousand years in the world. In this confrontation, who do you think will win?"

Wei Heng acted as if he had never heard of it, the sun and the moon shone on the wall, and the sword was sharp as before, cutting off the second Buddhist bead!

When the little novice was born in Taiping, he would probably be able to make friends with Po Jun and make brothers, to see who can talk to each other, who will be defeated first, and who will be annoyed first.

He didn't stop talking at this moment: "Hey, actually, I think I can win."

Wei Heng's sun and moon shine through the third Buddhist bead!

He really didn't care what the little novice said, or what kind of nonsense he spoke.

Because all the victories and losses will be clearly discussed under the sword!

The little novice raised his eyes, and his eyes changed at some point. The golden light in the dark eyes was like a mole on the center of the Buddha's brow.

The Buddha statue also slowly raised its eyes.

Thousands of golden lights rained like arrows!

Like the wrath of Buddha.

But the sun and the moon shine on the wall, no matter how sharp and indestructible it is, there is only one sword shining brightly.

Even if it is promoted to the altar, the sun and the moon shine on a sword, its width is no more than three inches, and its length is no more than three feet, its sword owner is still a mortal who has never ascended.

How can manpower defeat the wrath of Buddha?

How can a single sword defeat an arrow flying like torrential rain?

Looking horizontally and vertically, they are all at the end of the mountain, with no way out.

The little novice wiped the corners of his lips, and sighed with mockery and pity:

"Sword in the sky, what a pity, what a pity. A sword that shines with the sun and the moon, but it was destroyed by love."

Holding the sword, Wei Heng closed his eyes and remained silent.

The little novice said: "Originally, if you had both the sun and the moon, your Dao mind was as clear as before, and your body was in line with the Dao of Heaven, you might be able to fight my illusioned Buddha."

He shook his head, the pity in his tone was condescending, it is more appropriate to call it contempt than pity:

"It's a pity you asked for your own death."

Like the sound of a trombone from a Buddha bell, it can cut off life and death.

Wei Heng remained silent, and the sun and moon did not move.

The sword qi catalyzes the edge under the arrow rain Buddha light, which is weakened to the extreme, and it is about to crumble in front of the eyes /

The little novice sneered: "Since it is a sword in the sky, if you fall in love, it is no longer a sword in the sky. When you fall into the world, you will be covered with seven emotions and six desires as if you have rolled in mud. How can you compare it?"

"you are wrong."

Wei Heng said.

After a fierce battle, his voice was as deep as ice and snow, and his face was like a jade mountain, comparing the snow that never melted in the north for no reason.

It was Wei Heng's voice that shocked the little novice to realize that the sky had changed and the sky had changed.

The night replaces the day, and the bright moon sinks into the golden crow.

This scene of night is not silent, nor does it cause people to be dark without light.

Because there is a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The night is like a curtain, silently devouring the rain of Buddha's light and arrows, while the bright moon hangs high, bright and clean alone.

The sun and the moon shine on the wall, there is the sun and the moon.

The world boasts that the sun and the moon are both bright.

However, in the past hundred years, the only thing that appeared under Wei Heng's sword was tomorrow, and the world thought that no one in the world was worthy of Taoist respect, the sun and the moon would rise together.

Gradually, the symbolic meaning of the sun and the moon far surpassed the actual meaning.

Not this time.

With the sun rising and the moon sinking for 200 years, it is also time for the sun and the moon to reappear in the world, so that people know that the so-called sun and moon are not just a lie.

"It's not the Heavenly Sword."

Wei Heng said.

Not as early as 200 years ago when he killed [-] demon species.

"I am in the world, and the sword is born for the world. I am him in my heart, and the sword fights for my heart."

The golden light on the body of the Golden Buddha peeled off layer by layer like old paint, melting into the ground and disappearing.

The golden Buddha shrinks round and round.

In the end, the mouth and nose are gone, the face is blurred, and the golden light is dim.

The next moment, the little novice's momentum plummeted and he collapsed to the ground.

The golden Buddha shattered suddenly, revealing the dark core inside, and the clouds of devilish energy were like silk and mist.

Wei Heng said calmly: "You are possessed."

He seemed unaware that it was a hateful and ridiculous thing for the little novice to enter the path of loneliness that he hated the most in his life and wanted to get rid of it. It was as smooth as describing snow in winter and rain in summer.

The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood bitterly.

Humans are really strange creatures.

One moment he was as majestic as the Nine Heavens God Buddha, but the next moment his face was distorted by hatred into a devil's appearance:

"Do you know who the person I'm talking about is the one who changed his life against the sky?"

Deep malice came out from the words between the lips and teeth of the little novice, "It's the past life of your beloved."

To his disappointment, Wei Heng didn't even move his brows.

The little novice could only continue to work hard and fan the flames: "He is destined to practice the ruthless way, and he has a deep and deep relationship with you at this moment. It's just a waste of water from a bamboo basket in the future. Are you really willing?"

The little novice secretly poked nervously to see Wei Heng's reaction.

He was really afraid that Wei Heng would be the same as in the last sentence, like the statue carved out of ice and jade and given to him would remain motionless.

It would be too shameless.

The monk is pleased.

This time Wei Heng finally thought for a moment, and said something: "A Yao is my true love, not my weakness. Although I want to protect him, I trust him even more."

Little novice: "...·

Not to mention being rubbed on the ground by the sun and the moon shining on the wall, he didn't take advantage of the other party in terms of words.

He's mentally broken.

The little novice gave up on himself, and sneered coldly: "It really sounds like that, are you bullying me, haven't you read the secret history of Xuanshan?"

Don't you know that you are a half-hearted Daoist?

It can be seen that the news of Liudao Temple is lagging enough to make people cry.

It can also be seen that the source of the failure of Liudao Temple.

If the news is delayed, there is no future for being a villain.

The little novice was puzzled again and said: "I don't know what your intention is to mention such love affairs in front of people like me who are pure in Buddhism."

Wei Heng: "..."

Buddhism may really not be too quiet.

He pointed out flatly: "Senior, you are insane, you can't be considered a Buddhist."

The little novice who was stabbed in the heart: "..."

"Furthermore—"

Wei Heng paused, and said again: "Senior himself also said that he is a member of the Pure Buddhist School, and things like the Secret History of Xuanshan... are not something that people from the Pure Buddhist School should read."

Little novice: "..."

He stubbornly held his last breath in his throat, dying: "Take me to the abyss, I know where your sweetheart is at this moment, and what happened to him."

When the little monk said this, his eyes became brighter, and his words gained strength:

"Besides, even if I die, I have to watch those two unworthy descendants die before I am willing to die."

I don't know, but I thought that there was some kind of catastrophe between him and Bukong Jiekong, the hatred of deceiving the teacher, the bloody hatred, and the endless death.

Wei Heng was unexpectedly eloquent: "Okay."

"Presumably Ah Yao will want this opportunity to kill the senior."

Little novice: "..."

No, don't hold your last breath.

It's good to die now.

It's really good.

******

In the not-so-quiet Buddhist sect, the head of another sect is being tortured by his conscience.

The reason was that his apprentice Jing Guang, while protecting Abbot Wuchen from the aftermath of other people's fights or being disturbed by thunder, on the other hand was a little strange, and blurted out a question to Abbot Wuchen:

"Master, seniors like Xuan and Peak Master seem to be different from what I thought."

Head of Xuanshan: "..."

With all due respect, if Jing Guang really naively treats Xuan and Peak Master as seniors——

So more than something different?

It is simply the difference between clouds and mud, a world of difference.

The reason for Jingguang's question still fell on Xuanhe Peak Master himself.

She put the sword of Moonrise Kunlun on Jiekong's neck with a non-smiling smile: "What is the point that the abbot wants to tell me?"

"Is it Jin Cuiyu, the name that is regarded as the secret of the magic way?"

"Is it a love story where the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain and the Lord of the Seven Regions have never been rectified?"

Every time Abbot Jiekong heard her say a word, his face would wrinkle a little.

This torture is really fucking torture.

If Abbot Jiekong knew that he would encounter these devils when he came out to do things——

It's good to stay in Liudao Temple for the elderly, and it's good to be calm.

"Oh no."

Xuanhe and the peak master seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the hilt of the sword savagely stabbed Abbot Jiekong's neck!

Abbot's veins twitched, his eyes turned white, and he almost fainted without grace.

Xuan and Peak Master were very calm and relaxed, as if the person who caused the pain was not her at all:

"The abbot's implication is that for the safety of my disciples from the six sects, let me let the abbot die?"

A layer of goose bumps crept up on Abbot Jiekong's back.

It is true that what he wanted to express was correct.

It is true that after a series of astonishing misinterpretations, Xuanhe Peak Master finally understood his true meaning, which is gratifying——

But when Xuanhe and the peak master uttered this string, Mahayana's keen spiritual sense told Abbot Jiekong that the situation was not good.

It's really not good.

Because Master Xuanhe made a move and neatly removed Abbot Jiekong's limbs and joints:

"Well, I guess your allies, abbot, have your soul lamp as evidence. They will naturally notice that you are dead, and you are not dead. Anyway, the news from the bottom of the abyss cannot be spread outside, so what is love?"

Abbot Jiekong could not refute.

"What are you waiting for?"

Xuanhe Peak Master's eyes were bright, he turned his head and greeted everyone with a loud smile, "Come here, friends! It looks good to give him a punch, a kick, and a sword."

Under the pressure of the thunder, Ren Linliu did not forget to applaud Xuanhe Peak Master: "Ah Wei did a good job!"

It's just that Abbot Jiekong still has a way to deal with it, so what should he do with himself as Thunder? ? ?

Ren Linliu thought.

If he had known that Xiao Jidu, the inexplicable sword master, held a grudge so far, he should have put in all his strength when he was beating the mandarin ducks.

"Oh, what's the point of this?"

Jiang Yunya said hypocritically.

His actions betrayed all his true thoughts, but Jiang Yunya himself spoke plausibly: "But people like Jie Kong who don't respect their teachers, deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors should be beaten up."

Jiang Yunya seized all the time and available opportunities to curry favor with Jiang Yunya, trying to get himself back on the poker table as soon as possible, and become the king of the world.

"Hey, what's the point of this?"

The dean of the academy also said hypocritically, "We scholars are generally not ashamed to solve problems with our fists."

He calmly waved his hands, piles of books clattered like hills, almost suffocating Abbot Jiekong: "So I think Abbot should read more and be a good man."

Xuanhe Peak Master: "..."

Not a friend, I have no problem with you.

If it weren't for my fast sword, you almost smashed me just now, you know? ? ?

"Hey, what an embarrassment."

Abbot Wuchen joined in the fun and sighed: "Looking at my former old friend, who is now so desolate to the point where everyone is beating him, I will inevitably feel unbearable."

Jing Guang was slightly moved by his master's bodhisattva heart.

Abbot Jiekong's expression became complicated for a moment.

Then they listened to Abbot Jiekong's composure: "So Jingguang, come, cover the eyes of the teacher, if you don't see your eyes, your heart is pure, everyone can do it with confidence, I promise not to disturb you."

"..."

Therefore, under suspicion of life, Jing Guang finally had what he said before: "Xuanhe Peak Master seems to be somewhat different from what the disciple thinks."

Abbot Wuchen became nervous.

Why, in front of my own disciple, I have worked so hard to set up the eminent monk for a hundred years, but now I want to reveal my secrets all at once.Tell him that Xuan and Peak Master, who are his poker friends, are not only different from what he thinks, but also very different?

Xuan and Peak Master also became nervous.

Why, I finally had a younger generation who sincerely admired me, so now I want to reveal my true colors all at once?

While they were pondering their words, Jing Guang asked and answered by himself, admiring the sincerity of each word, which can be seen from the bottom of his heart:

"It's worthy of being a good friend of Master. Even if it is so different from Master's personality, we can still have a heart-to-heart friendship."

It can be seen that I am too superficial.

A true friend who loves each other will never be bound by such superficial things as appearance and temperament.

And Master and Xuanhe Peak Master must be attracted and convinced by each other's character.

There is no need to mention the master's character, but it can be seen that no matter how unruly the appearance of Xuanhe and the peak master, the heart must be high-spirited and bright.

Jing Guang deeply admires and deeply introspects.

Everyone: "..."

Fine.

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

Let him die!

In such an ugly world, what is the use of his life?

******

Lead Changyan and four people to climb to the highest point of the main peak of Upside Down Sword Mountain.

There is usually a vast expanse there, surrounded by only a few clouds, clear and open.

But at this moment, it was crowded with Jianxiu's robes and swords, and the two confronted each other, swords drawn.

The more difficult the mountain road was before Yin Changyan walked, the calmer he became now.

It was just a sense of fate like a destination, which made him sigh in his heart, finally came.

He drew his sword.

The sword light pierced the sky, and the sword energy was like the autumn wind.

The upside-down sword and mountain sword cultivator knew that this was the mountain master's saber, so it should not be ignored.

The sword cultivator's instincts allowed them to remain as indifferent as ice even in the moment of confrontation, without saying a word, and replace unnecessary verbal disputes with arrogant sword energy.

The sword cultivators took a step back one after another, and their white clothes brushed against the ground, making way for Yin Changyan from both sides.

Citing Changyan did something that no one expected.

He raised his hand and sleeves, and the Kui sword turned into a stream of light in his hand, nailing it straight to an ancient pine tree at the highest point of Hanging Sword Mountain.

The shade of the tree is like a cover, and the branches are like clouds, majestic and tall, standing tall and tall.

Nailing the Congkui sword on it is like the battle flag hanging upside down from the mountain of swords.

Everyone didn't understand what Yin Changyan wanted to do.

His greatest reliance was the Cong Kui sword, but no one was injured.

There is no standing, and there is no opening that shocks the audience.

What else can he do?

Can draw a sword.

Lead the long smoke and pull out the pearl to go to sea.

This is his sword.

The only thing a sword cultivator can rely on is his sword.

Yin Changyan looked down at the sword, and said with a smile, "Of course I love Kuijian, but when it comes to fighting, in terms of handiness, I still love Mingzhu to go to sea."

The sword is like a person, beautiful and sharp.

The remaining three of his companions stood still in place.

Jiang Suwen pinched the secret history of Daoxuan Sword Mountain, and asked deeply: "How should we tell the story of the Lord of Daoxuan Mountain and the Lord of the Seven Regions so that they will be convinced?"

"Tell me a fart."

Gu Chi pinned the secret history on his head with a backhand, and uttered a rare swear word:

"Now, of course, we must convince them first, and then convince them."

Her figure moved continuously, and her moves were like lightning.

Gu Chi's characters goblins fight with all kinds of tricks, which makes people shout that they will be enjoyable to play.

When she fights with her own hands, she is neat and straightforward, and she is determined not to make a second move if she can solve it with one move.

Gu Chibi grabbed a Jian Xiu's neck, swung his arm away, and said with a sneer:

"The demons are in this world, and the enemy is in front of you. What's on your mind is actually about your elders. I think you are going to study in Dazheng Academy for two years to get rid of the water in your head."

Sword repair: "..."

Even though his life was in Gu Chibi's hands, his stubborn sword repair instinct still couldn't help shouting: "No...don't..."

I don't want to study!

"I see."

Gu Chibi gave him another fist, holding his collar like a chick, and shuttled freely in the criss-crossing sword energy:

"That's why I practice fighting hard. The purpose is to convince you first, and then let you listen to my reasoning."

Sword repair: "???"

no?friend?brother?

So nightmare?

Being beaten is already miserable, why should I be tortured by listening to your reasoning?

******

"The place where the sword mountain hangs upside down does not allow outsiders to enter."

At the gate of the mountain, two swords crossed coldly, blocking Po Jun's footsteps.

Po Jun stopped, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Although I say it, according to my cultivation, I shouldn't care about you juniors, bully the small with the big, and lose the status."

The familiar rhythm of breaking the army.

The familiar blah blah.

Po Jun said: "But today is different. I lost a friend from the past, and saw another friend who is now struggling on the verge of life and death. I am in a hurry."

He even talked less, cherishing words like gold.

Pojun's fan knocked down two sword cultivators without a sound, and his crimson red clothes disappeared among the green bamboo and wood, leaving only a sigh:

"Besides, Cichangyan and the four of them are very good."

Like when they were young 200 years ago.

******

The situation of the friend who was struggling on the verge of life and death in Po Junkou was not as bad as he said.

Shu Yao rubbed his sore shoulder blades from the fall, analyzed rationally, and found that he didn't break a few bones this time he jumped into the abyss.

He stumbled and stood up.

There was still no one around, and it was dark, except for a faint light source flickering in the distance.

Shu Yao walked towards the light source.

After seeing it clearly, he took a deep breath.

There was no other reason, because that sword was once so familiar to Shu Yao, yet so unfamiliar that he dared not touch it at all.

It's cold and quiet.

Not his cold voice.

Even careful probing, still can't slow down Shu Yao's suppressed excitement: "Is that you? Is it you?"

Han Sheng Ji Ying's sword lighted up twice, as if answering.

It's cold and quiet.

Not your cold voice.

It is to understand everything.

He had a bold guess: "I said that I obviously wore it with a system, so why is there nothing left except for the martial arts page and backpack."

The light of the cold voice and silent shadow suddenly dimmed, listless.

Shu Yao took a breath, and said his bold guess, which is bound to win: "So the system is you, you must be the Jiansan system that let me travel to another world, and disappeared without a trace?"

"..."

The cold voice and silent shadow were so angry that they shut themselves up.

It seems that he has been in the abyss for too long without going out, and he has even forgotten what kind of dead virtue his master is.

It didn't hesitate anymore, and kicked Shu Yao into the environment it had prepared earlier in the morning.

It's time to uncover the mystery of the past.