After a while, the two of them were speechless.

But at this moment, a sharp sword light suddenly came from outside. Mo Guantian frowned slightly and looked out, only to see a large sword shadow standing in the void. It was difficult for ordinary people to see it, but they could see it clearly.

clear.

"The breath of the Three Lives Sword." Mo Guantian said solemnly.

The Wushuang girl was stunned: "It is said that the Sansheng Sword is the sword of the immortals. I don't know if it is correct, but it is amazing. Yan Junqing was able to pull it out, which destined the rise of the Sword Sect, and..."

"He is the Holy Eucharist."

"When you see a demon, you become a saint."

Mo Guantian murmured, the meaning of this sentence is that if you want to find the Holy Son, you must find the Yao Zi.

He understood that Qi Chen, who was a demon son, had already appeared in Buddhism, so would the Holy Son appear along with him?

Although Xiaocheng's Holy Body is not the most important symbol, it is definitely one of the symbols. It would be a joke if the Holy Son did not have a Holy Body.

Yaozi has always been under his nose, and no one except a few people knows about it.

Mo Guantian and his mother-in-law hid Qi Chen very well, and everything was under control. But the Holy Son...the mother-in-law didn't tell her, and Mo Guantian thought that her mother-in-law didn't know either.

He felt that his mother-in-law hid Qi Chen beside her just to reveal the Holy Son. Only in Yaozi's place could the Holy Son be found.

The reason why he saved Xie An back then and now accepts a disciple is because he saw the possibility that Xie An was the Son of the Holy Son.

Just now.

If the Sansheng Sword was the weapon of an immortal, how could the immortal not know where the Holy Son was, and it would not be impossible to pass it on to the Holy Son.

Coupled with the rich light, the surrounding temples were shaking and the bronze bells were resonating, which was frightening.

If Yan Junqing is the Holy Son, then everything makes sense. Whether it is talent, strength, understanding, or opportunities, they are all extremely terrifying.

Coupled with the strong desire to make Jianmen rise, it is really possible that he is the Holy Son.

Is the Holy Son really coming out?

"Not necessarily. There is a saying that the Holy Son is not specific to a certain person. Everyone can become the Holy Son, because light is everywhere." Mo Guantian frowned.

The Holy Son seems to have really appeared.

A saint son with the Three Life Sword is absolutely terrifying and will not be weaker than the top geniuses of those big forces.

Mo Guantian chatted with Miss Wushuang for a while and then left in a hurry.

"Master, it's untied." Xie An suddenly said.

Mo Guantian looked at his apprentice in surprise: "Have you solved the problem?

"That's a mistake..." Xie An laughed, "Thanks to Master Gang and Senior Wushuang, there are some things that you must be able to let go of if you can afford them."

…

Wushuang looked at the master and the disciple who were walking away, with worry on his face: "Demons, saints, and Buddhas are all gathered in one place. I'm afraid there will be a big chaos."

She leaned on the windowsill, and three red bamboo trees were swaying in the wind. Whenever autumn came, their leaves would curl slightly, giving them a special sense of beauty.

The red soil was blown a little by the wind. She stared at the three bamboos. This kind of bamboo is very cold-resistant, but it does not grow well in Buddhism because Buddhism is not cold.

But she still transported these bamboos to Buddhism and planted them here. Three of them survived.

Because he likes it.

The cold wind blowing from the street poured into her slightly open neckline. For strong people like them, especially in the age of spiritual energy, even if they live for hundreds of years, it is not a problem. However, living for hundreds of years waiting for someone will not be a problem.

Looking forward to it day after day is no different from death.

Probably, I just longed for him to come one day and see him again.

Wushuang tightened her collar. She was still young, no worse than those young girls. She took out some rouge and gouache from her sleeves and dressed up in a rare way.

"It's getting warmer and warmer in Buddhism. The red bamboos haven't bloomed today. It's a pity."

Then she raised her eyes and looked at a man with his back turned to her.

The man was dressed in white, as if he had merged with the light. Standing there, only Wushuang could see him, and the other monks coming and going didn't seem to notice this man.

The red bamboo leaves fell on his shoulders, like a bird perched on the white snow, it was really beautiful.

Wushuang remembered that the first time she met Mo Carry was like this.

That day, the bamboo leaves were red and the young people were like snow.

Time has passed, and when we meet again, it’s just the same silhouette.

"Where there is light, there will naturally be warmth. The Holy Son seems to have appeared. If you have nothing to do, I will leave." The concerned abbot looked at the bustling streets with neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes.

Wushuang looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to see through him with her eyes. Unfortunately, that person was too dazzling, and she suddenly hated the light.

Just before, when she saw Mo Guantian, she had this idea in mind, and only informed the Buddhist monks after Mo Guantian left.

She wanted to see him, it was that simple.

"Don't you look at me? We haven't seen each other for decades."

"I didn't come to see you, but to see the guy who appeared here. Unfortunately, he left, and I still don't like the smell of him. He has been wallowing in the world for so many years, tainted with right and wrong. If he had stayed back then,

In Buddhism, there aren’t many things, and there will be a lot less killing in this world.”

"He is your brother." Wushuang couldn't help but said.

"Just because he is, he should understand the truth. Before the road, before victory, someone must sacrifice."

"Are you here to kill him?"

"If we don't kill him, more people will die. Moreover, the sacred weapon on his body is very useful to me. We have the same bloodline. I won't be much worse than him in this aspect."

"Are your ideals so important?"

"If I think it's right, I will do it. This is my belief. I have seen too many killings. We have been on the run since we were young. Whether it is people or monsters, too many people have died."

"Later, Buddhism took us in and didn't think we were monsters."

"I'm thinking that this world is not the world of monsters after all. The law of operation of this world is not darkness after all, but light. If that's the case, let's start from Buddhism and stop the disputes."

"If he wants to destroy all of this, I will kill him." Abbot Caring said firmly.

"If I were on his side, would you kill me too?" Wushuang asked suddenly.

The red leaf that fell on his shoulder was shaking slightly.

After a moment of silence, the concerned abbot said: "Yes."

Wushuang looked at the other person with a disappointed look. She felt that after all this, she could not understand this person more and more.

"You really don't look back at me." She gritted her teeth.

"All things in this world are all false."

"Then I insist on letting you see it."

She jumped down, her blue robe flying, as if all the wind was caught in her sleeves.

She showed her hand to explore, and an almost transparent long sword suddenly appeared.

Everyone in the Sword Sect has a natal sword, and Wushuang practices the Qingxu Sword - the gentle breeze comes slowly, and the water is calm.

Everyone in the Sword Sect has a Sword Sutra, which is similar to the Heart Method, except that it also has many elements of exercises. What she practices is the Tiange Sword Sutra.

The sword is like the wind and moves like a song.

She is lighter than fallen leaves and falls from the sky.

This is a monk in the Tongbian Realm. As the most outstanding female swordsman of the Sword Sect, she was equally famous back then.

Looking at the man in front of her with her deep eyes, her sword slashed through the air, as if it was stirring the whole autumn wind.

No one saw her take action. A monk at this level could shield too much. Only some Arhats nearby could detect it, but they did not dare to take action.

The swordsman is like a song.

She hit the concerned abbot.

However, his sword fell down together with the red bamboo leaves on the shoulders of the caring abbot.

"The Spiritual Movement Realm can kill Iron Bone, the Iron Bone Realm can kill Daofu, and the Daofu Realm can kill Tongbian, but Tongbian Realm can never kill Illusory Sea Realm."

The caring monk appeared behind Wushuang, and she could even feel his breath on her neck.

But in the next second, her whole body stiffened, and a force enveloped her, as if it was going to destroy her at any time.

"If you don't like it, why did you keep this prayer bead in the first place?" Wushuang looked at the prayer beads in his hand.

"Because, I need to test the key to the Illusory Sea Realm."

"There are countless knots in life, and there are countless choices. I can only find the one that affects me the most and make a choice to break through." The string of the beads broke and fell to the ground from the back of Wushuang's hand.

"If you want to attract my attention, you can become a nun." Abbot Caring walked over.

Step on the beads and stay away.

From beginning to end, he never looked at her face to face.
Chapter completed!