Fang Cheng shook his head in confusion, "When have we known each other?"
Yu Zun smiled and nodded, saying: "I do know him..."
"Oh? Senior Brother Yu actually knows such a mysterious person. Senior Brother Yu, I am more and more curious about what happened to you!" Fang Cheng said convinced.
But at this time, Yu Zun shook his head helplessly, lowered his voice and said, "It seems you are going to be in trouble, Big Orange!"
"Ah...what trouble? Who caused it..." Fang Cheng said, dumbfounded.
Yu Zun smiled and said: "It's your method of understanding that attracted me..."
"Ah? The method of mastery? But seriously?" Fang Cheng said with a naive look on his face.
Yu Zun nodded gently, with a somewhat sad expression on his face, and said, "It seems that the world is not going to be peaceful!"
"Bang!" The method of understanding...
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August...
On this day, it seems like winter is coming, this is the real way to gain knowledge! It is not that feces and urine flow across the body, but that the qi inside and outside the body are brought together in order to achieve communication between the inside and outside. It seems that Fang Cheng misunderstood the method of understanding, or perhaps the method of understanding in the early stages of interpretation was the so-called "fart way"!
"Seeing how powerful my master is, his mastery of skills is really amazing!" But at this moment, Yu Zun's head was still pounding. The ground was shaking and the sky was cracking. It was indeed a powerful move!
But at this moment, Fang Cheng was hit on the butt by a thunderbolt.
The old man with a white beard, whom Yu Zun called Lao Xian, stroked his long white beard and said angrily: "Evil disciple!"
Fang Cheng's groggy mind still echoed that fatal thunderbolt. He grinned and held his waist, rolled up from the ground, and said with a confused look on his face: "Where did Master come from!"
The old man with a white beard blew his beard and glared, and said in a low voice: "You evil disciple, do you really want me to reveal my Dharma form?"
Fang Cheng scratched the back of his head, blinked his sleepy pupils, and said, "Is it the Third Master?"
"fart......"
"Bang!"
The old man waved his hand helplessly, with a vicissitudes of life on his face, and said: "You have lost all my face as a teacher!"
"Oh...it turns out to be you, Master..." Fang Cheng suddenly realized and said.
The weather at this time is warmer, and it is no longer the cold winter after the Waking of Insects. Although Nanze is located in the south, it is an extremely cold place. Spring has been delayed, but there is only a slight warmth in the air. Combined with the bone-chilling chill, it was quite bearable.
In the cold winter that has shed its shell, there is still a bit of cold wind, whizzing past the cheeks, and that kind of raw and natural power makes everyone feel comfortable in their hearts. The swaying winter finally said good night.
The old man, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, gently hit Fang Cheng on the head and said sternly: "Enlightenment! Enlightenment! How much of the great path have you realized?"
The strength of the bamboo pole can only be felt when it hits a person. Fang Cheng scratched his forehead with a cold sweat on his face, "It's nothing more than some Taoist methods of understanding and suffering. I haven't heard of you, Master." What unnecessary avenues should we take..."
The bamboo pole in the old man's hand was thrown on Fang Cheng's body again, and he said angrily: "What do you think I wanted to do by placing you next to him... Humph! Evil disciple!"
Yu Zun looked at the old man with great interest, and at this moment, a picture gradually emerged in his mind. It was the wretched old man, the original appearance of the old man here. At this moment, he thought: "Looking at the old man is like a piece of dog-skin plaster. No matter how you shake it off, you can't shake it off..."
At this time, Fang Cheng was very respectful and said: "I hope Master will tell you clearly!"
At this moment, another picture emerged in Yu Zun's mind, but it was the Three Thousand Hua Fei in Fang Chengyan's words. At this moment, he stroked his forehead helplessly. This old man was really difficult to deal with...
"Hunter, do you have a secret book in your hand called "Mingshu"?" The old man finally appeared, just like the picture in Yu Zun's mind, withered and wretched, but Yu Zun at this moment did not dare to Look down on him, the aura around him is so majestic, a kind of power that Yu Zun cannot fathom. Deep in Yu Zun's heart, this kind of power would never be achieved without thousands of years of refinement.
Besides, he only showed a part of his power...
At this time, Yu Zun said with a smile on his face: "Old man, what do you want from the Ming Shu?"
The old man stroked his long beard and said: "I am considering your future combat power, your companions, your friends, those who follow you..."
"Oh? Senior, can you make it clear?" At this time, he became interested.
The old man laughed loudly and said quietly: "You already have Muzi and Xiaoxiao, why do you ask me?"
Muzi? Xiaoxiao?
At this moment, a wave of waves suddenly appeared in my mind, and the waves washed away the lead. In the wave was a serious-faced young man, and on the young man's shoulders, there was a girl sitting...
"But Muzi?"
"It's me! Senior brother!"
"But Xiaoxiao?"
"I'm here! Senior brother!"
Yu Zun looked at the two people emerging from the vast sea with an indifferent expression, with a slight hesitation in his heart, and said: "Could it be that you are really the ones who help me dominate the world?"
Xiao Xiao smiled and said: "Brother, do you want to win this world?"
At this point, it would be better to say that Yu Zun really has the figure and temperament of a tyrant. He laughed boldly and said: "Of course I think so!"
In the process of growing up, I unknowingly developed this kind of courage to dominate the world, as well as those ambitions. He wants to know more and more where his future lies, and who the person he will meet in the future will be...
The dumb Muzi also opened his mouth, "Yu Zun, all the affairs of this world can be left to me and Xiaoxiao. However, Xiaoxiao and I are more worried about your heartache..."
Yu Zun nodded gently and looked up at the sky. At that moment, his pupils were a little moist. He gently rubbed his eyes and sighed, "There is no antidote for this heart disease, unless she appears again." Around me..."
"Am I going to sleep in the ruins for tens of thousands of years?" Yu Zun said with a smile in his eyes.
Muzi nodded numbly and said: "I - Muzi, I hope you can be like this... like this, and you will probably forget her!"
Yu Zun smiled and said: "But I, Yu Zun, don't want to be like this. I am a man, a man who stands upright. How can I just want to escape when something happens?"
Muzi was helpless and said: "Senior brother, you have a bad fate. Although we have been sealed for tens of thousands of years, we have never encountered so many changes and disasters as you, senior brother!"
Yu Zun smiled softly, and there seemed to be a clear light on his face. His tolerance, his generosity, and his courage all shone in the calm light and shadow...
"Actually, that's not the case. On weekdays, Yu Zun considers himself to be living a peaceful and happy life. I have many friends and relatives around me. Their existence is the source of my physical and mental happiness!"
He wanted to have more interactions with Muzi and Xiaoxiao, but unexpectedly, Muzi and the little statue on the sea fell into the waves with a loud bang in just that moment. Yu Zun was stunned. There was a hint of helplessness and pain on his face.
"Senior, what is your purpose in coming here..." At this moment, the young man felt a little hesitant and helpless. He looked ahead, and ahead, there were always clear and dark roads. In the Ming Dynasty, the sunshine wetted the dark road. From then on, it was accessible, and the mountains and rivers stretched thousands of miles...
The old man was really old. He was hunched over and still holding the bamboo pole in his hand. It seemed that the bamboo pole could support the weight of his body. He sighed softly and said: "Everything in the future has already happened." Write it down, today's wheels have already set foot on the road, they will pass through the memories of the past, and they will also rush to the morning glow of tomorrow. As for you, junior, as long as you keep moving forward bravely, it should be yours and it will always be yours! "
"Senior..." He yelled with grief and anger. After a moment, he lowered his head, with a gloomy look on his face. But after a moment, he suddenly raised his head, the brilliance inside, It seems to be able to drive away all the darkness, so bright...
"I know the pain in your heart. I have always known that you can't blame others, just because you are Yu Zun!" There seemed to be a prairie fire in the old man's bright pupils, and at this moment, the fire became more and more powerful. It can reach the sky and stay in place.
In the young man's tear-filled pupils, exactly the opposite of the old man, there was a fire that was about to burn out...
If that fire goes out! Will he also die?
Then, the fire went out. In his pupils, there was a bottomless darkness. The darkness was boiling and rolling. In his pupils, there was a piece of hatred, which was a flickering black flame. He just looked at it, It will make people sink into it, and their souls will be immersed in a dark flame.
But in just a moment, a frightening fire burst out of his eyes again. The old man looked at him in surprise and murmured to himself, "Did I make the wrong choice?"
In front of the old man's eyes, there seemed to be a demon king standing there, a demon who looked down at the darkness, but in the blink of an eye, his pupils suddenly became bright...
Holding back the pain in his eyes, at this moment, he suddenly missed Feng Xian, and suddenly thought of Chen Ying, and therefore thought of Yan and Lin Yuxiao. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, but for some reason, he thought of Chen Ying. He missed these deceased old friends, and the wind moved him, could it be that...
boom!
A bolt from the blue... And the blood, like raindrops, was slowly swept down along with the mist all over the sky...
In the deserted city, there were groups of pedestrians, but no one among them paid attention to the strange things in Xuantian.
Not to mention Yu Zun and others, they are like walking corpses, but the mechanisms seem to be spiritual, and there is a bit of spiritual light in the wooden pupils. Those wooden mechanism people are always paying attention to their traces... ...
At this moment, the "Book of Ming" in Yu Zun's arms suddenly opened, and a line of ancient gilded characters exploded in the sky with a bang.
"If there is no way, recite the day and night; if there is no weak dog, recite the sacrificial rites"
He recited softly, and his whole body was covered with a layer of dark gold, "If there is no way, recite it day and night; if there is no weak dog, recite the sacrificial inscription!"
"Weak dogs hear each other, they use the burning technique, people have different paths, and they are separated from each other."
Several large dark gold characters shone in the air, and at a certain moment, the eyes of the pedestrians walking in the market actually flashed with a glint of light.
Yu Zun was reciting softly, but at this moment, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Sister Zhongxia, Miss Xianxian, Fang Cheng, recite with me quickly, or we will eventually lose our soul consciousness!"
At this time, the lonely old man hanging in the air showed a half smile on his face and said: "I finally understood it, but it's a little late..."
"What?" Yu Zun's mind froze, and he watched as Zhong Xia's eyes became empty, followed by Xian Xian, but only a quarter of an hour later, among the four, only Yu Zun was still conscious.
Yu Zun yelled angrily, "Old man, you know it deep down in your heart, why didn't you tell me earlier!" At this moment, his face looked gloomy and terrifying, no one dared to look down on him. At this moment, it seemed like the end of the world, with thick black clouds. The crazy roaring wind...and the people kneeling on the ground...
They seemed to have regained consciousness, but only for that moment...
"Are you teaching me a lesson? Don't you feel pathetic for your incompetence?" The old man's momentum reached the extreme in an instant, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated Yu Zun's soul.
He suddenly realized, "Just now, I almost fell into a demonic state..."
At this moment, the old man's face once again showed his kind and kind nature, but the next scene was quite inconsistent with his temperament. He opened his mouth and cursed, saying: "The heartless bitch, even me Even my disciples will not be spared!"
But he just cursed a few words, with a smile in his eyes. He should be waiting for Yu Zun's reaction!
At this time, Yu Zun gradually became more respectful and said: "Senior, can you tell Yu Zun what I should do to rescue the three of them!"
The old man laughed loudly and said: "Then it depends on whether you understand the wise man's instructions..."
The strong wind had just subsided, but the long and casual laughter seemed to linger in my ears. At this moment, the world became clearer, and the bright book in Yu Zun's hand actually flew into the sky.
Yu Zun looked up at the sky, and the bright book became majestic and huge. Before he knew it, it was already a mountain of books. The saying goes: "There are roads in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path. There is no limit to the sea of learning, and you are working hard to make a boat!"
It was a piece of dust and sand that turned into an ink stain at this moment. The vast sky turned into a dim yellow sea in an instant, and around the sea, there were thousands of Buddha statues sitting...
The sound of Amitabha, this wave of Buddha's sound, has been igniting in my ears since then.
Yu Zun squinted his eyes to block the wind and sand in front of him. Among the turbid yellow sand waves, there was a hint of purple brilliance pouring in from the surroundings to the center. It was the bright light erupting from the eyes of thousands of Buddhas.
Yu Zun had a pure smile on his face. He raised his eyes and looked at Xuantian. At this moment, the mountain of books was so majestic, but he seemed like a grain of sand.
Yu Zun shouted: "There is a road in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat!"
The jade-like mountain of books suddenly erupted with a burst of bright light, which merged with the purple light in the eyes of thousands of Buddhas. The sky suddenly brightened and darkened, white and purple, and Yu Zun smiled lightly, walking toward the sky step by step. Go.
At this moment, there was a thunderstorm, accompanied by bursts of lightning, echoing with it, and it was even more powerful than when he was in his first disaster.
At the same time, the purple fire mark on his forehead began to spin crazily again.
boom!
A burst of thunder suddenly exploded on the Xuanyu Book Mountain. On the Xuanyu Book Mountain, there was a shining jade tree. The whole body of the jade tree was shining with a green light. At a glance, you can feel its majestic and terrifying vitality. .
Yu Zun's eyes lit up, he suddenly raised the Yuantian Blade, faced Xuantian, and struck it with a bang.
Thousands of Buddhas closed their eyes and folded their hands, so pious and without regrets.
The Buddha only talked about karma and retribution. Thousands of Buddhas squinted their eyes, and wisps of lavender light followed their eyes, flowing out like lightning.
With a smile in his eyes, Yu Zun roared loudly and said, "God help me!"
