The Great Wheel of Fire was so frightened that he barely held his mind and was about to speak; Two black rays shot out of the eyes of the man in black, the big fire wheel had tasted such a taste, and he couldn't even use half of his kung fu; Just as he was about to escape, his right leg was hot in Fenglong's acupoint, his waist and eyes were numb, half of his body lost control, and he screamed and rolled down the mountain.

"It's not that easy to escape; Wanting to die is even more delusional! ”

The man in black stopped in front of him, and with a leap of his tiptoes, the big steamer had been kicked into the air and fell into the stream in the valley.

"Amitabha, why should the donor deceive people too much."

With a Buddha horn, a soft rope flew out of the yew tree, grabbed the waist of the big steamer, and pulled him out of the air.

A shiny woodcutter appeared in the black-clothed man's hand, and his body fluttered: "Monk, don't be nosy. The lantern swayed, and a cold light flashed from the red circle, cutting the cord in the air.

"How do you say nosy? He is my Buddha benefactor, and this time he came to Xiangxi to find a cure. ”

The steamer still didn't fall, but this time he was caught by a white-clothed monk; At the same time, the monk also blocked the retreat of the man in black.

An old monk fell from the yew tree, and it was falling in the halo of the red lantern.

"Haojun's light work, it turned out to be a female donor, may I ask, what is his enmity with the donor? How many times did the donor frame him with evil magic? ”

The one who spoke was an old monk in gray, with a wrinkled face; The figure is thin but not thin, the wide monk's robe shakes in the wind, and the hands are folded in the wide sleeves; His eyes were restrained, staring intently at the butterfly mask of the man in black.

"The poor monk is empty, and he is the director of the Medicine Buddha Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple; Such a vicious kung fu does all kinds of harm and no benefit, for the good of the benefactor, for the peace of the surrounding people; Amitabha, please take a trip with the poor monks. My Buddha's compassion will surely dispel the benefactor's violent anger. ”

"Monk, what are you capable of letting me go with you?" The man in black inserted the lantern into the yew, pushed back two steps, and pointed at the big fire wheel with a flick of the woodcutter in his hand: "He hurt people first, shouldn't he suffer a little?" ”

"The donor said Xing, when did he hurt people, the poor monk didn't see it; I only saw that the donor was hurting people with evil magic. ”

The Master of Illusion took a step closer, his left hand stretched out from his sleeve, and he pinched a green branch with his fingertips; In the glow of the red lanterns, the green branches shimmered green.

This substance is called star anise lotus, which has the function of dissipating gas and phlegm, detoxifying and reducing swelling, and is a good medicine for treating bruises and rheumatic joint pain. The poor monk thought that the star anise lotus also had a miraculous effect on the evil magic of the donor. ”

As he spoke, the empty illusion had already crushed the star anise lotus, and the juice slowly covered his left hand.

There was a vigilant look in the eyes of the man in black under the mask, and only she could feel that the octagonal lotus was nothing, and the breath contained in the little clear water drop in the lotus heart had a great impact on the butterfly god.

"Master, the fire donor is in a coma again."

The white-clothed monk walked under the yew with the big wheel of fire, put him down, stood behind the black-clothed man with a wooden staff in his hand, and said: "Amitabha, the master doctor of the Void Illusion has studied medicinal stones, and in order to find a cure for Gu, he has been in Xiangxi for many days; If you're not sure, you won't make a move. Donor, let's go with us. ”

"Just you? Just that star anise? The man in black tore off a handful of dead vines and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was at this moment that the empty illusion was waiting for, the left hand was bluffing, and the striking clear qi came to the face, and the right hand, which had been hidden in the wide sleeve, struck out and imprinted on the shoulder of the man in black.

The man in black didn't expect the empty illusion to suddenly strike, his body jumped up, and he hurriedly brandished a woodcutter to meet it. Empty Illusion did not collide with the man in black, his left hand kept waving the clear qi emitted by the octagonal lotus towards the other party, and his right hand was only containing.

The cold current contained in the clear air really made the man in black move with no lightness; The man in black chopped the woodcutter with a tiger and a tiger, and kept chewing the withered vines in his mouth. However, her kung fu to remove the swift body is nothing to the master of the Golden Buddha Temple. The back is numb, and the white-clothed monk has hit the big hole with a wooden stick.

"Shameless monk." The man in black landed under the yew, and a trail of blood flowed from under the butterfly mask.

If it was an empty illusion, she would have returned, and the white-clothed monk had a sneak attack, which was an act that the Miao people were not ashamed of.

The donor's words were rude, and the poor monk just didn't want the donor to suffer more harm. The donor is wearing a mask, presumably there must be an ulterior secret, and the poor monk is presumptuous, so he takes it down for the donor......"

The white-clothed monk took two steps forward, and was just about to reach out to uncover the butterfly mask of the black-clothed man, when a burst of laughter sounded from the ancient locust tree on the right.

"Hahahaha, it's really *** long insight, it turns out that the monks of the Golden Buddha are so high."

Fluttering, a young man fell from the ancient locust tree and was blocking in front of the man in black: "May I ask the master......"

"The head of the Medicine Buddha Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, empty illusion."

Master of the empty character generation, Zhu Tong was surprised in his heart, and gave a formal greeting salute: "Master of Empty Illusion, your disciple is very interesting, can I know his Dharma name?" ”

"Who is the benefactor?"

The master of the void illusion is a high monk in the end, and he can stay safe when he is seen in such a scene; In contrast, his disciple was much more tender, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and eyebrows, and retreated to the side of the empty illusion. The figure of the person who came was too clever, compared with the man in black who was knocked down by himself, he was only high; The trick I used just now can no longer be used.

"Seven products to wish the door, to the child."

He had just arrived. Seeing that Aunt Butterfly had scruples about the star anise lotus in the hands of the master of the empty illusion, she smelled the strong medicinal fragrance of the star anise lotus at this moment, and also felt the astringency of the wings of the butterfly god in the Yin Tang cave.

"It turned out to be wishing the head, Amitabha, rude and rude." Empty Illusion saluted, wished Tong a so-so return salute, squatted down beside the man in black, and leaned close to her ear: "Are you okay?" ”

"I can't die." The man in black stuffed the withered vine in his hand into Zhu Tong's hand; "The monk is weird, be careful."

"Why should I be careful? There are so many eyes around them that they should be careful to cherish their feathers. ”

Zhu Tong smiled and stuffed a piece of withered vine into his mouth, and set up a maze array; Only for a moment, the butterfly god was already drowsy; He needed some time for the medicinal properties of the withered vine to be absorbed by the butterfly god; I hope Aunt Die's judgment is good.

The master of the void illusion knew that Zhu Tong was a scheming charlatan, but he didn't expect that his lies would come out of his mouth, and he didn't need to make a draft at all. He looked around and saw no sign of anyone snooping.

Zhu Tong didn't give him time to think at all, took out the dragon head black needle and pricked it in his Qingming acupoint, and then took out the crested needle and stabbed it into Aunt Die's chest, and teased: "Master of Empty Illusion, you haven't answered my question just now, who is he?" ”

"He, the Dharma name is inaction, a disciple in front of the poor monk."

"Senior Brother Wuwei." Zhu Tong stood up, approached Wuwei and stretched out his hand.

He had already peeped just now, Aunt Butterfly was injured by Wuwei to the big hole, and it couldn't be cured for a while, and the crested needle could only stimulate the butterfly god to wake up; But Aunt Butterfly brought her hand close to the hand where he was applying the needle, and shoved a damp living creature into the palm of his hand.

Wuwei thought that Zhu Tong was dissatisfied with his plot against the man in black just now, and wanted to teach him a lesson with the help of a handshake ceremony, and also stretched out his right hand to shake Zhu Tong's hand. He is very confident in his kung fu cultivation, plus Zhu Tong is already a celebrity in the rivers and lakes, and the Golden Buddha is a major sect, so he has a detailed analysis of Zhu Tong's kung fu.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Tong just withdrew his hand as soon as he made contact with Wuwei, took off his glasses and carefully put them in his pocket, and took two steps back to stare at him: "Wuwei is nothing, according to the karma of Buddhism, you should be punished for your shamelessness just now." ”

"You...... Sin. Wuwei felt a tingling sensation quickly climb from his right hand to his chest, and when he saw a little black light shooting out of Zhu Tong's eyes, he couldn't say anything more, and he groaned in pain and slowly sat down holding his chest.

Empty Fantasy didn't expect that Zhu Tong would attack Wuwei in front of his eyes, and he didn't expect that the two sides only touched a little, and Wuwei trembled and fell to the ground, accompanied by the big hot wheel.

"Sins and sins, let the master and disciples suffer, let the great food be disgraced. Hehe, the surrounding mountains and forests are dense, as long as the master doesn't talk nonsense, I will definitely remain silent. Zhu Tong picked up Aunt Die, ignored the changes on the empty phantom's face, and turned around with a smile.

Obviously, the other party's kung fu is ordinary, only light and clever, and he is still holding a person in his hand; But the illusion just didn't dare to chase after it, he didn't know what was the use of catching up.

Can you kill Zhu Tong? Just now the other party said that there were people peeping around, and the empty illusion didn't believe it, but now Zhu Tong said that there was no one around, and the empty illusion still didn't believe it. It's really because what Zhu Tong said is contradictory, and Empty Fantasy can't tell which sentence is true and which sentence is false in a short period of time.

If you are a liar, you can't be a mother-in-law, you must act cleanly, and reasoning depends on the time, occasion, and object.

These are the words of an old liar, but at this moment, it is obvious that there is no need to talk about the invincible dragon! The book house organizes the truth. When the Master of Illusion understands that he may be able to leave, Aunt Die will be in danger, who knows how many other people are nearby in the Golden Buddha?

Zhu Tong thought so, and was proud in his heart, when the strong wind in front of him suddenly attacked, and a giant palm shone with a shining flesh light, and a boulder-like head print.

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!" The Living Buddha of Sounda has not yet appeared, and the mantra of the palm shadow has been cut off from the way of Zhu Tong.

The mighty wind carried snow particles in it, almost freezing the surrounding air; Zhu Tong endured it and didn't dare to breathe, the coldness had already penetrated his skin, instantly making the lively true qi in his body become dignified. If he didn't have a phoenix mask on his chest, it was a question of whether he could move.

The surrounding world changed in an instant, the starry sky was dim and the lantern disappeared, Zhu Tong's eyes were white, and the snow walls and ice cliffs in front of him and behind him were overwhelming; He reached out and probed the snow wall, and there was a cold in the snow, and the little liar was dizzy.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back."

Zhu Tong had no choice but to turn around quickly, and if he didn't turn, it would be a dead end.

The snow pit of the Living Buddha of Soonda turns, and the little liar can't cope with it.

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