Su Xiaodie pouted and said, "It's a pity. I originally wanted to do a trick for the young master, but I didn't see the trick this time and lost the rabbit."
Du Jie was already a little curious, but now that he couldn't find the rabbit, he simply stopped looking. Pulling Su Xiaodie and asking: "What trick? What happened just now? Isn't the rabbit dead?"
Su Xiaodie said with some pride: "It's awesome, this is the rejuvenation technique that Master Yu taught me. It was also my first time to try it, but I didn't expect it to be successful."
"Rejuvenation?"
"Hey, it's just the method of refining the living dead of the cult, but the rejuvenation technique is more complete. After the refining is successful, it will be almost the same as before."
Su Xiaodie wanted to say something else, but the sound of fighting suddenly came to mind in the forest, and the sound was deafening. Du Jie hurriedly put Su Xiaodie behind him and looked forward cautiously.
The two of them climbed over the hillside carefully, then raised their heads little by little to look down. The two looked at each other and exclaimed.
There are two teams of people fighting below. One of the teams is headed by his second uncle, Aftershock Tu. Behind him are three puppets. There are two in front of him who are fighting to the death with the people on the opposite side. There is only one monk in cloth on the opposite side. monk in robe. The monk was young, handsome with red lips and white teeth.
The fight between the two parties was also extremely interesting, with all the moves of exchanging injuries for injuries. The puppet did not pay attention to defense. Although his whole body was full of flaws, he was merciless in his attacks. Du Jie also knew that the puppet's fighting method was like this. As long as it could not hurt its vital parts, it could keep fighting.
But the monk on the opposite side also played like this. Du Jie saw that the puppet hit the monk's vital points several times, but the monk took it with an expressionless face. Not only did he catch it, but he also hit the puppet with his backhand right between the eyes. It seems that the puppet can't bring harm to the monk at all.
This monk’s golden bell mask technique is simply unprecedented!
Generally speaking, among the Buddhist sects, there are ascetic monks who practice the golden bell shield. This method is extremely painful to practice. Unless you have great perseverance, you will not be able to bear this kind of pain, and there is no time to achieve great success in this kind of skill. , there is no other way to practice except beating your body regularly. And this kind of skill cannot be stopped. Once it stops, this skill will be completely useless. The monk in front of him is only in his twenties, but his Vajra Shield technique is actually so powerful.
Neither the puppet nor the monk could do anything to the other. The monk saw an opportunity and jumped out. Aftershock Tu also waved and called the puppet back.
The monk cleaned up the dust on his body, and then recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I hope the donor is well."
Yuzhentu said expressionlessly: "Buddha in the flesh, the world is so small, but I can still see you here. If you don't stay with Yun Juanshu, what are you doing in Yashan?"
The monk sighed and said: "Donor Yu, don't blame me. The poor monk can't help himself. He was ordered to monitor the benefactor here. As long as the benefactor does not leave Yashan, the poor monk will not interfere with anything else."
"Are you asking about my business? Hahahahaha...You have such a strong tone, little monk!" Yuzhentu laughed and said, "Don't you think that I can't do anything to you?"
The monk frowned when he heard Aftershock Tu's laughter, then observed him carefully, and then took a sharp breath of air: "You...you...you have become the body of mountains and seas? Impossible, how could you possibly Can you succeed in cultivation? How dare you practice such a method?"
Although Aftershock Tu's dull expression was making laughter, his facial muscles did not move at all, and he looked indescribably weird. Yuzhentu slowly closed his mouth, and after a long time he spoke again: "Why can't you practice? I have been like a unicorn since I was a child, and I am a genius. What's so strange about practicing these techniques? But you, little monk, your The Vajra Art will not have any impact on me. Just go ahead and take me to Yunjuanshu, otherwise I won't be polite."
The monk was silent for a while and finally shook his head and said: "Donor Yu, I'm very sorry. The poor monk cannot agree to your request. You should go back to Yashan. If you take action, although the poor monk cannot defeat the donor, the donor will not be able to defeat him." There is nothing we can do about this poor monk."
Yuzhentu laughed dryly, and then the five puppets behind him stepped forward. Yuzhentu continued: "Just now you learned about Chiming and Shanghuang, and there is another one who you should also learn about, the beauty of the five tribulations of Taoism, but Millions."
Only then did the monk notice that the five puppets in front of him were all different in appearance, but one of them was even floating in the air.
The monk was slightly confused: "Five calamities? Donor Yu's technique is unique and unique in the martial arts world. However, many poor monks have heard about it, but they have never heard of the five calamities."
"You'll know."
As soon as Aftershock Picture finished speaking, the puppets floating in the air flew away like smoke, and then gathered together around the physical Buddha. A strange weapon emerged from the smoke, and then he waved his hand and slashed at the monk, The monk was unable to dodge, and a hole was instantly cut in the cassock on his chest.
The monk was horrified and hurriedly blocked the second knife. The two of them hit each other instantly. The puppet's physical skills are so good that every time it takes action, it will definitely tear the monk's robes, but all the damage does not hurt the monk at all. It seems that what he just said is not unreasonable.
Yuzhentu watched the fight between the two and said slowly: "Buddha, I know that you are invincible physically, but there is no invincible person in the world. The more invincible a person is, the more obvious his flaws will be. Do you think I am right?"
After Aftershock Tu finished speaking, the physical Buddha suddenly trembled all over his body, then his face showed fear, and then he stayed in place motionless.
The two fought for a long time, and after seeing that the puppet could no longer really cause any harm to him, the monk simply stopped defending. The two of them exchanged palms, and the puppet was about to walk back. The monk chased after him regardless, but the surroundings were filled with smoke, making it almost impossible to see. The monk followed him two steps based on his feeling, and suddenly a wooden door appeared within his reach.
The monk thought for a moment with some confusion. There is no house or courtyard here, so why is there a wooden door? Although he was thinking in his mind, his hands slowly pushed open the wooden door. The moment the wooden door was pushed open, a strong wind hit, and then the surrounding smoke was instantly blown away. The sun shines through the door.
The monk squinted his eyes and looked inside, then froze in place when he saw clearly. When I looked up, I saw a temple in front of me. The monk immediately understood that he had been brought into the illusion by the puppet.
The monk bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and a heartbreaking pain hit him. He wanted to use the pain to get out of this place. But this time he miscalculated. He endured the pain and looked around again. The scene around him had not changed. He touched the door handle, and it felt like the real thing. At this moment, his eyes saw his palms, which were young and delicate. He touched his face in disbelief and froze on the spot. Then he thought of something, jumped back two steps, raised his head and looked towards I took a look at the archway and saw "Bailin Temple" written on it.
The monk felt like he was struck by lightning after seeing that Bailin Temple was the place where he became a monk since childhood. What's going on? Not only did he look like he was eleven or twelve years old, but he also returned to Bailin Temple.
"Baiqiu, why didn't you come to today's morning class?" Just as the monk was thinking wildly, a familiar voice sounded behind him.
The young monk who was called Baiqiu turned his head and looked behind him. Behind him stood an old abbot wearing cassocks. The old abbot looked at Baiqiu standing at the door, sighed and said, "Did you get into trouble again?"
Baiqiu looked at his master and rationally told himself that all this was illusion and his own delusion. But seeing his master's reproachful yet slightly doting expression, Baiqiu finally couldn't control himself and burst into tears.
His cry startled the old abbot, who came over and took him into his arms, then murmured in a low voice: "What a disaster we have caused, crying like this."
After crying for a long time, Baiqiu finally regained his composure. He choked with sobs and looked at the old abbot. Then he knelt on the ground with a grunt and said, "Master, I miss you."
After hearing this, the old abbot was a little confused at first, but soon he smiled, helped Baiqiu up with both hands, and then stared at his face for a long time before saying, "You must have suffered a lot."
Baiqiu felt even more sad after hearing this. His master knew it. He knew everything. This was not an illusion.
The old abbot took Baiqiu and sat on the steps. The sun shone from behind, and the shadows of the two people were stretched out. The old abbot looked at the way down the mountain and said, "Baiqiu, do you still want to go down the mountain?"
Baiqiu cried and replied: "I don't want to go down the mountain anymore. I want to serve the master all my life."
The old abbot smiled, then pointed to the ground under his feet and said, "Baiqiu, what do you think that is?"
"It's a shadow."
"Baiqiu, why do people have shadows?"
"Because of the sun."
At this time, the old abbot put his hand on Baiqiu's head and said: "When there is the sun, there will be a shadow. Baiqiu, the shadow is like a person's obsession. You see, Master's shadow is so much longer than yours. Master's obsession is much longer than yours." You are much deeper. You are still young and your shadow is still small, but your shadow will become thicker in the future, much thicker than Master. But what does it matter? Obsession is not necessarily a bad thing, and the sun will always set , the shadow will gradually fade. Baiqiu, the shadow is not scary. It is scary if you keep looking at the shadow. Look behind you."
At this time, the old abbot and Baiqiu turned their heads at the same time. Inside the temple, their senior brothers and uncles all looked at the two people at the door. The sun shines through the door on Baiqiu's face, so warm.
"Come down the mountain, Baiqiu."
Just as the old abbot finished speaking, Baiqiu's body seemed to fall from the mountain. Then his eyes went dark. When he looked back, he appeared in a ruined temple, with his hands clasped on Ye Qingcheng's body, facing the demonic path. The Taoist Master dressed up as a scholar and said to himself: "Master, you shouldn't do this."
