In his last life, Wang Zhe was not the kind of person who had never seen the world. He had also seen some ancient trees that were thousands of years old, but none of them could compare to the big tree in front of him.
This ancient locust tree is surrounded by trees. They surround the ancient locust tree, just like the subjects guarding the emperor.
These trees look old, but compared with this old locust tree, they are babies at best.
Wang Zhe slowly approached the ancient tree.
Perhaps she sensed his arrival. Although there was no wind, the leaves of this old tree swayed a few times, as if to say hello to him.
"Hello." Wang Zhe smiled and waved to this old tree.
Woo, a gust of wind blew by, circled around his body, and then went away.
Wang Zhe was stunned.
"Is this a response?"
This tree has obviously become spiritual!
"Don't ever become that grandma!" Wang Zhe whispered.
After staying in front of the big tree for a moment, Wang Zhe turned around and left. He heard footsteps on the way. He turned around and saw a thin old monk who looked to be seventy or eighty years old. He seemed to be so thin. A gust of wind could knock him down.
The old monk also noticed him and turned to look at him. There was a forest between them.
"Amitabha, after more than a year of separation, the benefactor's demeanor is even better than before." The old monk clasped his hands together, and his voice passed through the woods and floated into Wang Zhe's ears.
This old monk is the abbot of Lanruo Temple, Zen Master Guangji.
The last time Wang Zhe came to Lanruo Temple, he had a long chat with the old monk. The core content was the old locust tree.
"How are you doing, Master?"
"Very good. Since the donor is here, you might as well go to Lanruo Temple with the poor monk. There happen to be some freshly picked camellias, which taste very fragrant." Monk Guangji invited.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I won't disturb you for your cultivation. I'll take my leave."
"Donor, please go slowly. Welcome to Lanruo Temple!"
"What's worth coming to this place? A group of monks and an old tree that has become a spirit."
Wang Zhe turned and left, and the old monk stood quietly in the forest, watching him go away.
"This donor is such a blessing!"
Wang Zhe stood on the hill, quietly looking at the nearby mountains and forests, the floating clouds in the distance, silently reciting the "Qing Jing Sutra", waiting for Hou Zhu and Sun Xiulian.
In Lanruo Temple, Hou Zhu accompanied Sun Xiulian to offer incense and pray for blessings.
In fact, he doesn't believe in Buddhism at all. He would rather go to the Chenghuang Temple in the city.
Coming out of the main hall, they met a monk who looked to be in his forties or fifties. Sun Xiulian hurriedly saluted the monk.
"Zen Master Guangyun."
"Amitabha, Sun Donor."
After saying hello and about to leave, Monk Guangyun suddenly stopped the two of them.
"The two donors looked gloomy and looked very tired. If we don't stay at Lanruo Temple today, how about we go down the mountain tomorrow?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. We won't disturb Master's cultivation."
"Even so, the mountain road is rugged, so the two donors must be careful when going down the mountain."
"Thank you, Master, for reminding me."
The two people went down the mountain, and Lao Hou drove the carriage back.
Wang Zhe also followed down the mountain. Among the servants on both sides of the official road, he silently looked at the carriage. Lao Hou, who was sitting on the carriage, was humming a tune.
Well, Wang Zhe suddenly stopped and turned his head to look not far away.
A moment later, a figure flew from the forest in the distance. His clothes were covered in coarse cloth and stained with blood. He was holding an iron sword and looked like a gust of wind.
Whoosh, whoosh, the sound of breaking wind,
Several feather arrows flew behind the man, but they were knocked away by the man with his sword.
Then there were two more figures chasing after them from a distance. The two people were wearing mysterious clothes, stepping on the grass and trees, and flying across them.
"Chu Zhennan, you can't run away!"
"A bunch of lazy dogs, so annoying!" The man holding the sword looked fierce.
The man running in front suddenly stopped and turned around to rush down the two men chasing him.
One of the two people was holding a bow. He opened the bow and nocked an arrow. In an instant, three arrows shot at the man from three different directions.
The man holding the sword raised his hand and transformed into sword shadows in mid-air, covering his whole body.
There were a few tinkling sounds, and three arrows were blocked and flew out.
One of the arrows passed through the woods, flew outside, and headed straight for the carriage.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past halfway, and the arrow disappeared.
Wang Zhe looked at the arrow in his hand and looked at Lao Hou below. If he didn't come today, this arrow might kill Lao Hou.
The assistant who was driving the carriage was still humming a tune, unaware that he had just walked through the gate of hell.
The three people in the forest were fighting together, and the trees were constantly being interrupted.
Wang Zhe took a closer look with the "Qi Watching Technique" and saw that there were blood flames on all three of them. The blood flames on the man holding the sword were extremely rich, and he had obviously killed many people.
"You all die!"
The man holding the sword suddenly let out a low roar and slashed horizontally with his sword. The two people in front of him hurriedly dodged, but were struck by the sword light. Blood splashed three feet. The sword light moved forward and flew several feet before stopping. All the trees in the path were cut off.
What a sword!
Wang Zhe praised.
The man swung the sword and killed two people. Then he vomited blood and fell from the air. After landing, he jumped up suddenly. His eyes were red, there were blue veins on his face, and his hair and beard were all bulging.
kill,
He suddenly shouted, and then rushed out like a madman, swinging his sword non-stop, cutting off all the trees in his path.
He was about to rush onto the official road.
A figure blocked him, and there was a knife. As he swung the knife, invisible energy emanated from the blade.
Although using a knife as a sword is a bit awkward, it is not impossible.
Knife energy!?
"Who are you?!" The man holding the sword was shocked when he saw this.
Wang Zhe didn't care, he slashed horizontally with his knife, and the knife turned into a streak of light in his hand.
So fast!
The man retreated quickly and swung his sword as he retreated.
When Wang Zhe saw him raising his hand, his figure flashed like light and shadow.
Two figures passed each other in mid-air, blood flying everywhere, one body flew up, and the body fell to the ground.
On the official road, Hou Zhu, who was driving the car, turned his head and glanced at the woods beside him.
"what sound?"
"What's the matter, Lao Hou?" Sun Xiulian asked as she opened the curtain.
"It's okay, let's go faster!" Lao Hou glanced at the woods, raised his whip and hit it twice, making the carriage go faster.
In the woods, the man holding the sword was found with his head in a different place.
"Huh, what a strange swordsmanship." Wang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.
The swordsmanship this man performed before he died was so weird that it actually gave him the feeling that he could not resist it and would be cut in two if he touched it.
"Fortunately, this person's cultivation is not very high, otherwise he would be a difficult opponent." Wang Zhe thought to himself as he looked at the corpse on the ground.
The light shines in front of my eyes, and "Impermanence of Yin and Yang" appears. I flip through the page and write sin in invisible words.
Chu Zhennan, who killed seventy-eight innocent people indiscriminately, exterminated his family three times, and saved the lives of four people, should be executed. Prize, crossing! "
A flying rainbow flew out of the ancient book and rushed into Wang Zhe's mind.
In a daze, he saw a ray of light stretching across the sky and the earth. Trees, rocks, mountains, and running water were cut off wherever it passed, and nothing could stop it.
There is only that ray of light between heaven and earth, brilliant, sharp, and crossing the sky and the earth.
Cross-cutting, everything in heaven and earth is cut in two by the horizontal sword.
