The third watch, a little later, 9,000 words erupted, begging for a monthly pass, strongly asking for a few monthly passes, and it will continue to erupt tomorrow.

The general trend is magnificent. The root is connected to the Kunlun vein, and the top is in the middle of the sky.

The birds are crying in the green bamboo, and the golden pheasants are fighting among the wild flowers.

The grass in front of the cliff is beautiful, and the plum fragrance is on the ridge. The thorns are dense, and the Zhilan is light.

The eagles and phoenixes in the deep forest gather thousands of birds, and the ancient cave unicorn governs ten thousand beasts.

The stream is affectionate, twisting and turning, and the peaks and peaks are continuous, overlapping and repeating from the circle.

It is the true blessed land of Xianshan, and Penglai Langyuan is only like that.

It is really a sacred place of immortal mountain, which has fallen from the sky, and Yang Qifeng, who is standing on a smooth rock, said with a sigh in his mouth.

Then he sat cross-legged, his eyelids drooped, and began to cultivate.

Now in Wanshou Mountain, what is the situation, but he doesn't know, how dare he act rashly here, although the great immortal goes, but there are many prohibitions in the cave, he still has to wait.

Time is long, and it is a few days in a blink of an eye.

An auspicious cloud in the sky slowly floated out of Wanshou Mountain, the auspicious cloud seemed to be slow and fast, and in a leisurely manner, it had left Wanshou Immortal Mountain.

Yang Qifeng, who was cultivating, opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were faint, the golden light was shining, and he saw through the auspicious clouds, and a palm-sized, thin jade slip as thin as scales appeared in his hand, and the whole body was snow-white, without a trace of variegation.

As the consciousness invaded, an image came to mind.

This is a portrait of a person, thirty years old, with a beard beating his chest, slightly white sideburns, a handsome appearance, a slender body, and a graceful demeanor.

What a scattered immortal!

One of the more than 3,000 disciples in Wuzhuang Guanzhong, he likes to read and is elegant.

The information slowly swiped through the jade slips. Received by Yang Qifeng.

Becoming a member of the Treasure Pavilion, Yang Qifeng's benefits are endless. If a casual cultivator wants to mix in this mythical world, how can he be satisfied.

You have to be next to a big tree and hug a thick leg to be able to mix.

Joining the Treasure Pavilion, Yang Qifeng has already reflected the benefits, such as these materials, he can obtain them in the Treasure Pavilion as long as he spends some insignificant price.

If you want to spend a lot of money on casual cultivation, you can't find a way.

There was no hesitation. Yang Qifeng jumped directly and turned into a yellow rainbow, hanging far behind the auspicious clouds.

His eyes looked around, this place was far away from Wanshou Immortal Mountain, Yang Qifeng no longer had any scruples, Huang Changhong sped up in vain, not covering up, covering his whereabouts, and was immediately noticed.

"Why do you follow the students?" The tone of speech is polite and gentle.

"Poor Dao wants to borrow something from Daoyou, but he is afraid that Daoist friends will not borrow it, so he has no choice but to do so. This followed, "Yang Qifeng stepped into the void, step by step. Standing with his hands tied, his robe trembling in the wind.

"What do you want to borrow?"

"You can discuss it with the students. As long as it is not valuable, the student will definitely borrow it. Even if it is a valuable thing, if you go to Wanshou Mountain to ask for the witness of the teacher, the student will not fail to borrow it, "How can it be clear, point out your background in one sentence, and let the other party know that you are not a lonely ghost, and you also have a backer."

"It doesn't have to be so bothered, it's easy,"

"Poor Dao just wants to record time through Taoist friends," Yang Qifeng was unmoved, he didn't know this person's background.

"Time is so precious, I forgive you for not accepting it," He shook his head directly, a faint cyan light appeared in his hand, and a cyan sword appeared.

The sword is engraved with a pattern, like a green lotus, about three feet long, and it is the three-foot green peak.

"Daoist friends don't follow, so it's no wonder that the poor Dao is strong," Yang Qifeng stepped out, the space was shortened, the breath on his body burst, the Dao robe bulged, the five fingers were closed, clenched into a fist, and he punched it out in the air.

The light of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple contains the fist.

The vigor is vigorous, sweeping the Quartet, the meaning of which is like the rising sun in the sky, shining brightly, shining in all directions.

Why didn't he stand with his sword, watch its attack, and then attack, the cyan sword stabbed out abruptly from the bottom up.

Blocked in front of the punch, making a dull sound.

And almost at the same time, Yang Qifeng's body was slightly sideways, above his shoulders, suddenly burst out of the meat bag, rose in the wind, turned into an arm, five fingers together, palms like knives, vertical splits down, the trajectory is mysterious, and the red firelight surrounds.

The cyan sword stabbed out again, silently, without any waves, as if there was nothing.

Above the sword, the cyan light shone brightly, full of vitality, and the sword seemed to be like a branch.

Although it is not a double cultivation of the original god and the physical body, how can this one be able to worship under that great immortal sect and act as a registered disciple, it is really not easy to be with him, this set of swordsmanship is full of vitality, such as spring, when everything recovers.

But that's it, cultivating the world's strongest martial arts of refining the flesh Tiangang Thirty-six Changes, as well as the three heads and six arms and the Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth Divine Power, these are all first-class divine powers.

A spear pierced out.

The spear was fiery red, the wind and clouds changed color, and the whistling wind wrapped around the clouds and turned into golden crows.

The spears advanced layer by layer, the momentum was like a broken bamboo, the world was red, and the battlefields were all turned into a sea of fire.

How can I see this scene, there is despair in my eyes, this shot is unstoppable, unavoidable.

After being stabbed, there will be no doubt that he will die, the primordial spirit will dissolve, the soul will be shattered, and even the power to reincarnate will be dispersed.

At the critical moment, Yang Qifeng's arm was raised, the spear changed the direction of the piercing, and it was raised slightly, and a flame came out, burning everything, contaminating his shoulders, spreading rapidly, and sweeping his whole body.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng took out a golden string.

The rope was slender, like a snake, like a living thing, constantly winding around Yang Qifeng's arm and shaking.

He tossed lightly, and the golden rope sensitively bound the burning man in front of him.

At the same time, Yang Qifeng waved his hand, put away the flames, and the scorched figure appeared in Yang Qifeng's eyes, and now he is no longer chic, and the beard that beats his chest is all burned, bald head, black body, just like a black man.

He didn't intend to kill anyone, Wanshou Mountain Wuzhuang Guan was in one vein, and his power was not small. That great immortal is called the ancestor of the earth immortals, seven or eight out of ten earth immortals in the world. I have heard him preach the scriptures, and he has a love for incense. To this day, I don't know how many have crossed the threshold of earth immortals and cultivated into heavenly immortals.

Although he planned to steal the ginseng fruit, it could be regarded as offending the Wuzhuang Guanyi, but the ginseng fruit was precious and abnormal, but in the end it was a dead thing, and one day in the future, when he proved the golden immortal, he could go to make amends and resolve the cause and effect.

But if it is killed, even if it is just a registered disciple, it also means that Yang Qifeng and Wuzhuang Guan are incompatible, and there is no possibility for the two sides to turn their rivalry into jade silk in the future.

Therefore, you must not kill people unless you have to.

"Lingbao, fire-tipped spear!" was not injured, but it was not serious, Yang Qifeng deliberately kept his hand, and it looked miserable. But as long as you cultivate for a few years, you can be cured.

Yang Qifeng didn't answer, his hand knife was like electricity, and he slashed at He Wei's neck. knocked out the body, an orange talisman embellished with cinnabar. The text on it is zigzag. Like a tadpole, it was pressed directly on the door of the brain.

Moment. Everything is imprisoned.

The Yuan Shen who was just about to come out of the sheath was already imprisoned, looking at his eyes tightly closed, looking unconscious, Yang Qifeng said in a low voice, "Ban you for ten years, this bundle of immortal ropes should be reparated,"

After speaking, he settled down on the clouds, landed in the mountain, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he opened the art of looking at qi, the mountain was shining with golden light, and the demonic energy was gone.

He put his mind at ease, looked for a cave, threw He Wei into it, laid a covering formation, and he turned into a long rainbow and went straight to Wanshou Mountain.

Datang Chang'an!

Guangyin pointed at it, but when it was a meeting on the seventh day, Xuanzang had a table again, and asked the king of Tang to make incense.

The master was on the stage, reciting the "Sutra of Birth and Death" for a while, talking about the "Anbang Tianbao Seal" for a while, and announcing the "Persuasion and Cultivation Scroll" for a while.

At this time, a monk described him as scabies, dressed in a broken hat and barefoot and bald head, approaching, patting the treasure platform and shouting: "Then monk, you can only talk about Hinayana teachings, but can you talk about Mahayana?"

When Xuanzang heard this, he was overjoyed, turned over and jumped off the stage, and said to the monk: "Master, the disciple is unsightly and sinful." The monks in front of me all talked about the Hinayana teachings, but they didn't know what the Mahayana teachings were. ”

The monk said, "Your Hinayana teachings cannot exalt the dead, but only the vulgar and light." I have the Mahayana Buddhism Sanzang, which can transcend the deceased and ascend to heaven, overcome the suffering of others, cultivate immeasurable longevity, and be able to do nothing and come and go. ”

The monk flew up to the high platform, then stepped on the auspicious clouds, until the nine heavens, showed the original body of saving suffering, and held the net bottle of willow.

The Bodhisattva's auspicious clouds faded away, and the golden light disappeared in an instant. I saw that in the middle of the air, a simple post fell down, with a few words of praise on it, and it was written clearly. Song said: "On the ceremony, the Tang Dynasty, there is a wonderful text in the West." The journey is 108,000 miles, and the Mahayana is diligent. This scripture returns to the kingdom and can surpass the ghosts. If there are those who are willing to go, seek the golden body of righteousness. ”

When the king of Tang saw Songzi, he immediately ordered the monks: "And the victory will be won, and when I send someone to obtain the Mahayana scriptures, I will be honest and rebuild the good fruits." All the officials obeyed. At that time, he asked in the temple: "Who is willing to receive the will and go to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures?"

I can't ask, the mage flashed next to him, and the emperor saluted in front of him: "The poor monk is not talented, I am willing to follow the work of dogs and horses, seek the true scriptures with the king, and pray for the eternal stability of my king." ”

King Tang was overjoyed, stepped forward and lifted his hand up and said: "The mage can be loyal and virtuous, not afraid of a long journey, trekking mountains and rivers, and the widow is willing to worship you as a brother." ”

Xuanzang thanked him. Tang Wangguo is very virtuous, so he went to the temple in front of the Buddha, and Xuanzang bowed four times, and was called "the holy monk of the royal brother". Xuanzang thanked him and said: "Your Majesty, what kind of virtue and ability does a poor monk have, and he dares to be favored by heaven? If you don't go to the western heavens, you won't be able to follow the scriptures, and you won't dare to return to your country even if you die, and you will fall into hell forever. "Take incense in front of the Buddha and swear by it.

The next day, outside Chang'an City, the Tang King held a pot of wine and raised the title, and asked: "What is the name of the royal brother?" Xuanzang said: "The poor monk is a monk, and he does not dare to be titled." ”

Tang Wang said: "At that time, the Bodhisattva said that there are three scriptures in the western sky. The royal brother can refer to the number of the scriptures, and the number is as good as the three Tibets?"

Xuanzang thanked him again, took the royal wine and said: "Your Majesty, wine is the first precept of the monk's family, and the poor monk is a man of his own kind and does not know how to drink." ”

The king said, "Today's trip is different from others. This is a vegetarian wine, only drink this glass, in order to exhaust the meaning of the widow's offering. ”

Sanzang didn't dare to accept it. After taking the wine, he was about to drink, only to see King Tang bow his head, pick up a pinch of dust with his royal finger, and flick it into the wine.

Sanzang didn't understand what he meant, and the king smiled and said: "Royal brother, this time, when can I go back to the west?"

Sanzang said: "Only in three years, go back to Shangguo." ”

Wang Shang said: "The days are long, the mountains are far away, and the royal brother can enter this wine: I would rather love the soil of my hometown, and I would like to love ten thousand taels of gold in my hometown." ”

Sanzang Fang realized the meaning of twisting the soil, drank all his thanks, thanked him and left, and the Tang King drove back.

At the right time, the heavens and the earth shook, and the calamity overflowed. (To be continued......)