The grass and trees are long and you don’t know spring or summer. Compared with these mountains that have been standing for tens of millions of years, eighteen years is really nothing.
Beixiao Mountain is the northernmost barrier in the human world. Beyond Beixiao Mountain is the vast ice field. It is covered with ice and snow for ten months out of the year. After the ice melts for only two months, a large number of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts appear. People dare to get close.
In the northwest of Beixiao Mountain, the gloomy weather for days finally squeezed out the snow when the sun just set. At first, the snow was like tiny ice particles, sparse and out of place. Soon, the snow flakes were as big as lamps and gradually fell on the ground. Can't figure out the path.
The wind blew, and snowflakes all over the sky were flying in the wind, and a one-foot-tall stone gate appeared in the forest. On the door hung a five-foot flat stone with the inscription "There is no Buddhist temple."
Although it has the name of a temple, upon closer inspection, there are only three or five houses, and the roofs are covered with thatch, giving a hint of dilapidation.
"Squeak~"
When the lamp was turned on, the temple door was gently pushed open from the inside and outside, and a bald monk appeared inside the door for a moment.
The young monk was wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe that could only cover his body, and he was carrying a small baggage behind his back. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a thin figure and a pair of phoenix eyes, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was worried.
When he came outside the temple gate, the young monk looked around, turned around and gently closed the temple door, stretched out his hands and took a breath, glanced at the path in front of the temple, shook his head, turned around and walked towards the mountain behind the temple.
The cold wind was biting and kept blowing snowflakes on the little monk's face. It didn't take long for the little monk to be trembling with cold, but he showed no sign of looking back. He stamped his feet a few times, closed his collar, raised his head and continued Walk towards the mountains.
It didn't take long for the houses in Wufo Temple to be submerged by the wind and snow.
"Jingxin, is it too late to leave now?"
The young monk who was marching was startled by the sudden sound in front of him. He stopped and looked to the left, and saw an old monk standing in the snow. The old monk had a white beard and eyebrows. He wore a monk's robe with large patches and small patches, but his eyes were extremely... Clear, looking at the little monk with a smile.
"I'm afraid I'll hurt Master if I wait any longer!" The young monk frowned.
"You and I are masters and disciples, and my master is about to die, so why not be implicated or not!" The old monk shook his head, "The sea of suffering is boundless. I'm afraid that you will have a difficult road ahead, so my master is here to see you off. One game can be regarded as fulfilling the fate of master and disciple between you and me."
The young monk is Miao Langqing, who was beaten back to the human world by God Emperor Shen Li eighteen years ago. Now that the eighteen years have passed, the protective barrier that Wangtianhou had laid for him has disappeared, and Hua Qinglai has regained his consciousness. He knew that when he returned, the pursuers from the human world would definitely arrive, so he packed his bags and left Wufo Temple overnight.
At this time, a person hurriedly ran up from the bottom of the mountain. As he got closer, Miao Langqing saw clearly that it was his second senior brother Jing'an.
"What's the matter?" Kuzhu looked at Jing'an, frowned and then looked up at Wufo Temple down the mountain.
"When I woke up, I found that my junior brother was gone, so I ran out to look for him. I didn't expect to find him here!" Jing'an laughed at Miao Langqing.
Hua Qinglai felt warm in her heart for no reason. She raised her head to look at Jing'an, then bit her lip and said, "Senior Brother, let's say goodbye!"
"Okay, why are you leaving?" Jing'an felt that his junior brother seemed a little different today, and there was a hint of calmness and determination in his eyes that should not belong to him.
"Jing'an, please go back. I have a few words to say to your junior brother!" Abbot Kuzhu waved his hand to Jing'an.
"Yes!" Jing'an always felt that the master and junior brother in front of him were a little strange, but since the master had spoken, he could only respond. When he turned his head, he smiled at Miao Langqing, "Junior brother, your senior brother kept it privately. Delicious food is waiting for you!"
Maybe this little junior brother who has been sticking to their senior brothers on weekdays has really grown up and wants to see the outside world. After all, it is too hard here! Even if you really have to leave, you should have a full stomach and wear warm clothes.
Unexpectedly, just when Jing'an turned his head, there was a sudden change in front of him. There was a loud "boom~", followed by a burst of fire coming from the direction of Wufo Temple.
"Senior brother!" Jing'an's face changed drastically, he screamed, and he spread out his body and rushed towards Wufo Temple down the mountain.
Miao Langqing's heart sank. Although he had only learned some basic boxing and kicking skills from the two senior brothers, his knowledge of the Golden Immortal Realm was still there. The loud noise just now was clearly a monk from the Yuan Immortal Realm who broke through the opponent's protective energy. The sound of cracking.
"Amitabha!" Abbot Kuzhu looked at Jing'an who had disappeared and recited a Buddha's name with a look of pain on his face.
"It came so fast!" Miao Langqing held a dagger in his hand, veins popping out on his forehead.
"Donor, the poor monk can save your life today. I wonder if you can promise the poor monk something?" Ku Zhu suddenly changed his title and looked at Miao Langqing.
"I~" Miao Langqing felt that Kuzhu was talking to a stranger.
Kuzhu waved his hand, "There is no need to tell the poor monk about your life experience. The three monks, master and disciple, and you are only destined for this life! I am not completely selfless in blocking this difficulty for you today!"
Miao Langqing glanced at Shanxia, "I think the master seems to have a cultivation level in the Yuan Buddha Realm, but I'm afraid there is more than one person on the other side. Judging from the attack just now, he has an average cultivation level in the Yuan Xian Realm. You may not be their opponent!"
Miao Langqing thought that it would be best to persuade Ku Zhu to leave, so that it would not be too late to take revenge in the future, but after thinking about it, he had to forget it. The opponent came so fast and must have a magic weapon to control the air. It would be even more difficult to leave.
"What does Master want me to do for you?" Miao Lang looked at Kuzhu steadily.
Kuzhu took out a black object from his arms and threw it to Miao Langqing. Hua Qinglai reached out to take it and saw that it was a two-inch long ebony token. The token was heavy and there was a cold feeling in his hand. Qi slowly seeped out and flowed into Miao Langqing's palm.
"Confucianism cultivator's aura!" Miao Langqing was surprised.
Miao Langqing had already seen that Ku Zhu practiced Buddhist techniques, and this brand was definitely not his. However, after experiencing the events in his previous life, Miao Langqing hated the Confucian cultivator from the bottom of his heart.
When Miao Langqing hesitated, he heard Ku Zhu say, "The donor has good eyesight. If the donor sees someone holding the same token in trouble in the future, I hope the donor will help. As for whether to answer or not, it is entirely up to the donor to decide!" After saying that, he waved his big hand, and without saying a word, his body was already ten feet away. Then, Kuzhu's figure was no longer visible in the wind and snow.
To be able to transform one's own cultivation into something outside the body and preserve it for a long time, the lineage of Confucian cultivators must at least have the cultivation level of the True Immortal Realm. At the moment, the only person Miao Langqing knows who has this kind of cultivation level is the Human Emperor Bai Changyuan.
But Bai Changyuan wished he could catch him and avenge his son's murder, so why would he turn to help him? Are there other Confucian masters in the human world?
Miao Langqing couldn't understand it for a moment, but it was contrary to his nature to live under the shadow of others and to sacrifice others to protect himself.
During this delay, there was another roar at the foot of the mountain. Without hesitation, Miao Langqing took a deep breath and ran towards Wufo Temple at the foot of the mountain.
The originally slightly dilapidated Wufo Temple has been completely overturned by a huge force. The stone plaque with the words "Wufo Temple" written on it has been cut in half. The thatched huts in the temple have been burned to pieces, with a few residual flames still emerging. There were wisps of white smoke, and when the snow fell, there was a soft hissing sound. Several corpses were lying on the ground in front of the temple, one of which seemed to be Jing'an who had just rushed down the mountain.
Kuzhu's face turned sad and he stood in front of the temple gate with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"Monk, hand me over, I will spare your life, otherwise, today will be the day when you meet the Buddha!"
Not far in front of Kuzhu, there was a man who was more than seven feet tall, wearing silver armor and holding a curved back sword more than five feet long. There were blood drops on the blade. The occasional firelight in the temple reflected the man's cruel face. , just like a bad wolf.
"Amitabha!" Kuzhu recited a Buddhist name and slowly shook his head while looking at the corpse on the ground. "The donor is a big shot, why bother a little monk!"
"Stubborn!" The man cursed and raised the long sword. Black energy instantly rose up all over his body and was injected into it. The blade trembled and made a dull buzzing sound. He took off his hand and flew out, directly grabbing Kuzhu's chest.
"Amitabha!" Kuzhu recited the Buddha's name, and a golden wheel more than a foot square appeared a foot in front of him. The golden wheel kept spinning, and could withstand the black steaming sword. At the same time, Kuzhu, who was originally described as withered, looked like he was filled with blood. He was out of breath, his clothes were bulging, and his pale skin was showing a golden color.
"Wheel of Compassion, golden body for protection!" The man laughed loudly, "Smelly monk, you are hiding your secrets in front of me, what can this little golden body for protection do to me!" After saying this, black energy rose up from his body again.
The black air seemed to be weightless, but in the biting north wind it was condensed and undissipated, like substance, and quickly rushed towards the Compassion Wheel in front of Kuzhu. The golden light on the Compassion Wheel quickly dimmed, and Kuzhu's golden skin There is a faint green and black aura underneath.
Seeing that the Kuzhu was about to run out of oil and the lamp was dry, the black air in front suddenly stopped.
The pressure in front of Kuzhu decreased, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. He looked up and saw the man looking behind him.
Kuzhu reluctantly turned around and saw a young monk slowly walking towards him in the wind and snow holding a short sword of more than a foot.
"You~" Kuzhu glanced at the little monk and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood. His face was horribly pale, and he sat down on the ground.
Miao Langqing glanced at Kuzhu, with a hint of unbearability in his eyes, "Master Kuzhu, I will agree to what you said!" After saying that, he stopped looking at Kuzhu and turned his head to the demon king, "I thought he was the first one to come. It would be Bai Yuanyuan, but I didn’t expect it would be you, Qi Buzhou!”
Qi Buzhou originally saw a puzzled look on the young monk's face. When the other person finished speaking, he was immediately relieved. He looked at the other person up and down, slammed his knife on the ground, and laughed, "It's Miao Langqing! He's very loud!"
After listening to Qi Buzhou's words, Ku Zhu showed an expression of disbelief on his face and looked at Miao Langqing, "You, you are~" Before he could finish his words, he coughed violently.
Miao Langqing nodded to Kuzhu, and turned his head towards the two familiar corpses lying on the ground. A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, "The two senior brothers died because of me. All I can do is avenge you!"
Qi Buzhou burst into laughter and glanced at the dagger in Miao Langqing's hand that looked like a stone sculpture. "Just you? An ordinary person whose cultivation has been ruined?" After speaking, he glanced at the stone-carved dagger in Miao Langqing's hand and sat down with difficulty. Kuzhu on the ground said, "I thought Shen Li would feel sorry for you, but I didn't expect to find a dead monk to be your master. It seems that you are not that important in his heart!"
"You talk too much!" Miao Langqing stopped looking at Kuzhu and the two dead senior brothers, and raised his legs while looking at each other.
One step, two steps...
Qi Buzhou looked at the bald boy with a somewhat torn clothes across from him, and felt a little panicked for no reason. He unconsciously took half a step back, then glared, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and hit Miao Langqing with a ball of black energy.
"Hmm~"
Miao Langqing groaned, fell on his back, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this situation, Kuzhu moved his body, and then he groaned in pain, and he clasped his hands helplessly, "Amitabha~"
