Compared with the three powerful men, Huixian looks shabby.
The old monk's robe is covered with white patches and washes. There is not even a string of Buddhist beads on the whole body. The rough and skinny skin is covered with age spots. Compared with the noble and wise king who is not stained by dust, he looks like an old beggar. The old monk has a compassionate face. He said that he was neither arrogant nor impetuous and was leisurely and contented.
There is no spiritual energy to protect the body, no frightening shadows of gods and Buddhas, and the body is empty and light.
With his old and desolate body towering over the mountains, the snake demon boy felt that his old friend seemed to be different.
The King of Wisdom was in disbelief.
"You... senior brother?"
"Junior brother, let it go. Don't be angry or resentful. You are too persistent and have forgotten your original intention."
Old Huixian's tone was sincere, just like the good old man who worked hard to dig up the vegetable field with a hoe and spent the whole afternoon talking nonsense in order to get the snake to leave the vegetable field.
In a trance, it seems that I have returned to the past, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun fills the magnificent temple.
Under the golden ginkgo tree, the young novice monk was sweeping the courtyard with a broom that was taller than himself. Not far away, the master was teaching his disciples to practice sutras, muttering sutras, ringing bells and incense cauldrons, and the years were long and peaceful.
One autumn when I grew up, the sound of rain made the leaves fall. The master's reprimands and the ridicule of his juniors were like piercing my heart. My persistence was not recognized, and I felt isolated and alienated.
During the vicissitudes of middle age, I suddenly realized that true enlightenment would not be achieved in a prosperous place.
I was alone, wearing a coir raincoat and old clothes to withstand the wind and rain. I retreated to the temple in the cold mountain. I spent my life in a humble room with crude tea, but I understood what a true Buddha is, and I walked on a different path from then on.
The King of Wisdom frowned. It seemed that he did not have a harmonious relationship with his senior brother, and he was not at all happy to see him again after so many years.
"I am the King of Wisdom. I have too many things that I can't let go of. I can't be as free as my senior brother."
His tone was harsh and even a little sarcastic, and he had no respect for this senior brother. Perhaps the two sides had different ideas and paths and did not agree with each other.
Huixian sighed with regret on his face.
"You are not the King of Wisdom, you are the King of Wisdom. There is... no King of Wisdom in the world."
After finishing speaking, they suddenly became silent, and the wind was whimpering. Chu Zhe and Gan Wu looked at the old monk and then at King Wisdom. They saw that King Wisdom's face turned white and then red. It was abnormal, and the white light emanating from his body turned red again. It seems that there is something wrong with his skills. Will he be called crazy by this inexplicable old monk?
Old Huixian stood quietly, his wind-blown clothes swaying wildly. The snake demon boy guarded his old friend and looked at the young monk in white with curiosity and vigilance. He vaguely felt that it was not appropriate to wear such a dress...
The aura of the King of Wisdom suddenly became chaotic, and the wind and snow were forced back by the momentum around him, and soon fell on him again.
Gan Wu glanced at Old Huixian with excited eyes. He must be a master to make the King of True Wisdom look like this. His biggest wish is to fight all the strong men in the world, but after careful observation, he was very disappointed. The old monk almost I had no cultivation and was rubbing my hands because they were cold. The only thing I did here was say a few words.
After thinking carefully, Gan Wu found that the other party was not his type, so he gave up his plan to compete with Huixian.
Opposite him, a young monk in white raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The cold air drove away his annoyance.
"I am the King of Wisdom. There are many things that I cannot and cannot let go of."
King Wisdom turned around and walked away, disappearing into the wind and snow without looking back.
Old Huixian was silent for a long time, sighed, nodded with Chunyang, and walked down the mountain quickly with the snake demon boy. Without him, it was too cold. Standing in the ice and snow, the wind was biting. If you don't leave, you will really not be able to go back. .
Things progressed a bit...inexplicably, and ended in a blur. I thought there was going to be a great battle.
Gan Wu was slightly disappointed.
Looking up, you can see a huge blizzard swirling in the sky, constantly scattering ice chunks of different sizes. The ruins of Jinshanyuan, which was destroyed by the earthquake and buried in snow, are really in ruins. There is not even a reusable piece of wood left.
High in the sky, the Western Cultivator and the Chunyang Master stopped their useless fight and waited quietly.
The frozen river surface.
Huixian tried hard to dig out the boat, and the snake demon boy wielded the ring-headed knife to chop the ice. He didn't know that the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou had already turned into hell, and whether the woman who cursed others and was still alive...
The experts of the two religions paused, and everyone knew that there was no need to continue fighting. The white dragon in the snowstorm quickly rose in momentum and crossed the bottleneck to become the Demon King. It was a foregone conclusion.
So what if the Western Sect summons more masters to besiege them? Everything is irreversible.
Perhaps, the ley lines will slowly recover, and it may take hundreds of years.
Blizzard clouds keep gathering...
The sky seemed to have a huge eggshell made of black clouds and white snow. It was helped by extreme weather above, connected by earth veins below, and nurtured by the thick soil of the sky. The spiritual beasts of heaven and earth evolved and grew, and they were one step closer to transforming into dragons and ascending.
It takes five hundred years to transform into a dragon and one thousand years to transform into a dragon. There are still seven hundred years left and it must reach its peak within seven hundred years.
The bottleneck lingered for a long time and after eating the earth vein dragon energy, he evolved successfully, and his body changed slightly again.
Bai Yujun was awake and not in a deep sleep. He saw with his own eyes that his body was slowly growing, and he was estimated to be about ninety-nine meters in length. The spikes on his tail became more fluffy, and the dragon's horns were split.
In the dark cloud tunnel in the eye of the storm, huge and slender white dragons circled and flew up and down.
Although to cross the bottleneck and evolve into the Demon King realm, you still need to absorb enough energy to stabilize your cultivation, and the energy contained in this blizzard is just right.
The huge cloud swirl began to weaken, and the wind and snow over Suzhou and Hangzhou gradually stopped.
The process may take a long time. Bai Yujun gently floated in the sky and occasionally flicked his tail to swim away. Anyway, he was protected by the master's master and he was not in a hurry. By the way, was he now Chunyang Master or the Demon Emperor of the Southern Wilderness? The title of the real person was not very specific. It's appropriate, maybe ordinary disciples of Shenhua Mountain will be very confused...
The blizzard must be resolved as soon as possible. It was caused by him and he must deal with the aftermath. He cannot allow the blizzard to wreak havoc in Suzhou and Hangzhou and hurt innocent people. As for the earthquake, it has nothing to do with him.
Yawning, feeling dizzy and puffing out smoke, he took the opportunity to familiarize himself with his body and cultivation.
The mountain peak where Jinshan Yuan is located is still surrounded by snowstorms and howling, while the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou can already see the red sunset mountains. Unknowingly, the evening has ushered in, and the chaos in the city has not yet ended.
Osmanthus Alley.
Old Huixian comforted the crying little Shitou. Li Daniu, Xu Jiaorong and others were all in the shop. The snake demon boy found the loud-voiced woman. She failed to escape the bandits.
There were shouts and footsteps in the distance. Hundreds of bandits heard that a brother had been killed in Guihua Lane and immediately came to avenge him.
Bandits covered in blood and red eyes surrounded the alley. A stern-faced leader stepped forward and spoke in a cold tone.
"A bunch of bastards! How dare you harm my brother!"
"I, Mr. Lu, have great love and righteousness and have friends and brothers all over the world. I was persecuted by the court officials and had no choice but to survive. I am only able to survive today because of the help of heroes. If you harm my brother, you will harm me. Today! I will take the lives of dogs like you!"
In front of the shop, the snake demon boy standing at the front was trembling all over...
Xiao Shitou didn't step forward to hug him.
He pulled out his sword and pointed it at the bandit leader.
"I'll kill you!"
He slashed and slashed fiercely, with severed limbs and debris flying around. He bit the bandit leader in the neck, and the poison seeped in...
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