The little mute saw that the little monk came straight to the gate of the old knife's courtyard, and he hurried under the corner of the courtyard, and the monk he recognized, of course, he was also impressed. The good monk came to Fenglin Town near dusk, and he also saw the monk go to the inn in the streets of Fenglin Town. In the middle of the night, how did this little monk come to Lao Dao's house again, which made him wonder very much, after all, Lao Dao's house already had guests.

He saw the little monk from afar, but what he didn't expect was that the figure of the little monk looked far away, but in the blink of an eye, the little monk was almost in front of the gate of his house, he almost didn't believe his eyes, if he hadn't seen this little monk during the day, he would have thought that he had seen a ghost. However, in the blink of an eye, the figure of the little monk had already appeared in front of the courtyard of the old knife's house.

Ning Bugui looked at the old knife, did not speak, and then signaled to him. The old knife did not move, but there was a strange light in his eyes, and he stared closely at the wood knife resting under the corner of the stake. Ning Bugui saw that the old knife was indifferent, he couldn't help but have some curiosity, but curiosity is not a good thing, for the person who came to knock on the door in the middle of the night, anyone would have a little curiosity.

The old knife sat still, and there were only the two of them in the courtyard of this house, so he had to get up and open the courtyard door. In this Maple Forest Town, except for the two crazy women, he hasn't taken anyone else into account, so he doesn't have any fear, even if his internal strength is sealed, but he still has the courage to kill.

"Little monk, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" Ning Bugui opened the door of the courtyard, and under the faint moonlight stood a little monk with fine skin and tender flesh, this little monk was wearing an incomparably gorgeous robe, reflecting the wisps of moonlight and reflecting a faint halo. When Ning Bugui saw this little monk for the first time, he had a feeling of dizziness from the halo reflected on the robe.

The little monk looked at Ning Bugui for a moment, but did not reply, and his gaze fell from behind Ning Bugui to the thick man sitting on the wooden stake. For the little monk ignoring himself, Ning Bugui felt a trace of annoyance in his heart, the little monk came here in the middle of the night, but ignored the person who opened the door for him, and instead focused on the silent old knife. It's just that he seems to have forgotten that he is only a guest in the courtyard of this house, and the old knife that sits withered is the owner of this courtyard.

"Little monk, this is not a temple, and there is nothing to turn into a fate for you in this dark night, you better go." Ning Bugui held back the fire in his belly, he had been tortured enough by those two crazy women, he didn't expect this little monk to despise him so much.

The little monk raised his very delicate eyes and looked at Ning Bugui, which made Ning Bugui feel a little weak in his heart. This little monk is also so fucking handsome, look at that face, it is the same as the woman's face, smooth as jade. If it weren't for the countless people who would not have returned, he would have thought that this was a nun who ran out of a nunnery. As for the gorgeous robe on the little monk's body, he had already ignored it.

Being watched by this little monk like this, Ning Bugui's heart felt weak for a while, but he hadn't let his body out, and he still blocked the door of the courtyard and didn't let the little monk enter the door. However, what he didn't expect was that his gaze met the gaze of the little monk, and he instantly felt a feeling of dizziness, and then the little monk in his eyes disappeared, only a few brilliant rays of light swirled in his eyes.

There was an inexplicable tingling pain in his mind, and he came back to his senses, and when he looked at it again, he found that the little monk standing in front of him was really gone. And he was shocked to find that his body actually turned sideways and opened up a gap, which shocked him in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he found that the figure of the little monk had already arrived in front of the old knife, and he was looking at the man who was sitting like a monk with a strange light.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was as calm as water, and there was a strange atmosphere in the silent courtyard, and the three of them were speechless and speechless, but the three of them had their own thoughts. Especially Ning Bugui, he didn't expect this little monk to be so powerful, he accidentally fell into the way of this little monk, and he still willingly fell into the other party's way.

is another strange person, the old knife is strange, of course, he would rather not return is also a strange person, and compared to the little monk, Ning Bugui feels that he is relatively normal. He couldn't tell the real age of the little monk, but he felt that the little monk was very extraordinary, so extraordinary that it was even more extraordinary than Yuwen Bufan, and this thought in his heart was just a flash, if Yuwen Bufan knew what he said about this monk, then the friendship between them might capsize.

"You're here." The old knife finally broke the silence and said to the little monk. This made Ning Bugui very surprised, Lao Dao actually knew the little monk, and looking at his expression, it shouldn't be as simple as knowing each other. So, Ning Bugui stood in the gate of the courtyard with great interest, leaned against the gate of the courtyard, and became a bystander.

"yes, I'm here." The little monk also replied to the old knife, but he sat down unceremoniously on the stake where he had sat just now. Looking at his expression, there seems to be no strange feeling, like a wanderer returning home, so casual and natural.

"Why don't you see your old and immortal master, who came all the way from the Western Regions to this remote town, you master and apprentice have really worked hard. What's wrong with the Western Regions, you master and apprentice are worshiped and admired by thousands of people, why do you still want to go to the Central Plains? The muscles on the old knife's face moved slightly, but his eyes did not look at the little monk, as if he was not talking to the little monk.

"Come looking for you, do you think we won't be looking for you after so many years of running out?" The little monk didn't care that the old knife didn't look at him, he looked up at his immature face, and replied with a slight smile. The immature luster on his face was also slowly weakening with his words, and a solemn and solemn aura slowly rose.

"It's been so many years, why can't you let go, thinking that I am the living Buddha. In fact, you yourself are the living Buddhas, and I am just an ordinary person who has been abandoned by others. After so many years, why do you still come to me, you can all become living Buddhas yourself. The old knife's tone began to become heavy, and there was a bitter look on his face that had been through vicissitudes.

Ning Bugui heard it in a fog, he didn't know what a living Buddha was, but he knew that the old knife and the little monk were from the Western Regions. And they are still quite familiar people, as if the old knife is the living Buddha of the Western Regions, and then ran away, ran to the Central Plains. What the hell is this living Buddha, he couldn't help but think in his heart, with this curiosity, he decided to listen to it again, there seems to be a story in it, but he has some melancholy in his heart, there is a story but no wine, it is really disappointing.

"Why should we take you back, we just need to go back with your head. The people of the Western Regions believe that their living Buddha has not yet thought about them. What I want to do is to bring the head of the Living Buddha back to the Western Regions, so that the people of the Western Regions will have no extravagant hopes, and in this way, a new Living Buddha will appear. The immature color on the little monk's face began to slowly fade, and the solemn aura began to spread, and he did not hide the cruel light in his eyes.

"It's not good to say it's not good, but I never thought about not quitting and not quitting. It's not good, it's not good, what kind of disciple you have accepted, you don't even know your own. Legend has it that an eagle in the Western Regions has just grown up, and that eagle is bent on soaring to the highest sky in the sky. Suddenly, one day, the eagle seemed to have touched the extreme of the heavenly dome, and its heart was once again filled with another ambition, it wanted to break through the heavenly dome. The old knife muttered to himself, and his eyes condensed a dead color, which was not gorgeous, not dazzling, only deadly dark.

When he saw such a dead look in the old knife's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Whenever the old knife receives the task, there will be such a dead and heavy color in his eyes, which means that the old knife's heart has been flooded with killing intent. He secretly thought in his heart, this little monk turned out to be the one who killed the old knife, no wonder he visited late at night. He couldn't help but secretly look forward to it in his heart, looking forward to the old knife to make a move, he hadn't seen the old knife make a move for a long time.

"An eagle is an eagle after all, and although it wants to shatter the heavenly dome, it still can't get rid of the shackles of this heavenly dome. In the words of the Central Plains people, it is to break the void, although this is the ultimate of martial arts, but it is consistent with the concept of my Western Regions Tantra, martial arts is just a means to achieve the end, and in the end, people still have to take off that layer of skin. There was a glimmer of brilliant light in the eyes of the non-precepting monk, and that kind of light was the light condensed when he looked at Ning Bu back just now.

Ning Bugui listened in a fog, he didn't know who the two were eagles, and he himself was confused. He leaned against the door of the courtyard, listening carefully to the conversation between them, Shattering the Void He knew that this was the ultimate goal pursued by Wu Xiu, but what was the same concept as the Western Regions Tantra.

"But you are wrong, even if the eagle touched the threshold beyond the heavenly dome, but that day was still that day, and there was thunder and lightning in the sky, all of which was enough to stop the eagle's wings. Not to mention that there are all things in the world, the sun, moon and starry sky, which are enough to lay a big net that is difficult to break free, and the net of the eagle is dead under this heavenly firmament. Do you think the eagle will succeed, you know that the eagle will not succeed, but it still spreads its wings and rushes towards the top of the heavenly dome, do you say it is stupid or stupid. ”

"You're not an eagle, how do you know if it's stupid or stupid, and you're not the Western Regions, how do you know that there's no way for the eagle to break through the sky in the Western Regions?" The little monk's brilliant gaze slowly took shape, and finally converged into a colorful rainbow light. The rainbow light was particularly dazzling in this night. Even the full moon that spits out endless brilliance looks so dim in that colorful brilliance.

"Don't say that the eagle can't fly to the end of the sky, even if the eagle flies to the end of the sky, it can't break through this barrier, it can only spread its wings wantonly under this sky. The Sky Dome gave it a pair of wings that went straight into the sky, not to let it break through its own barriers, and if it angered the sky, then the eagle's wings would also be taken back by the Sky Dome. The dead color in the old knife's eyes became thicker and thicker, and he slowly stretched out his right hand, and there was a very conspicuous truncated scar on the thumb above the right hand.

Ning Bugui was shocked in his heart, he talked with Lao Dao for a long time, but he didn't find that Lao Dao's right thumb was actually broken. The old knife, who has always been a knife lover, has no right thumb, how will he hold the knife. He looked at the little monk with a seven-colored light in his eyes again, and he realized that he was not underestimating the little monk. He felt that he had to do something, so he lifted his feet and walked slowly in the direction of the old knife and the little monk.

"Yes, the eagle has no wings, is it still an eagle?" The little monk lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said lightly. At this time, Ning Bugui was only ten steps away from them, and he couldn't help but raise his head towards Ning Bugui, only to see that brilliant light flowing in his eyes shot towards Ning Bugui like a substantial sword.

The old knife didn't make any movement, but the wood knife under the corner of the stake he sat down let out a soft groan, and the wood knife suddenly jumped, and immediately appeared on the old knife's left hand. And the chai knife was horizontal in front of the old knife, and the dead luster in his eyes was reflected on the chai knife, and a faint black light slammed into the colorful light that shot out of the little monk's eyes.