Three hundred years passed by in a flash.

On Qingyun Mountain, an old monk walked down the road. This old monk had wrinkles on his face, he was wearing a worn-out cassock, and his whole body was dirty. Only in his hand was a string of jade rosary beads, crystal clear and radiant, which was contrary to Buddhism.

Simple truth.

As he walked through the winding mountain road, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw a small, simple village rooted in it.

The village is not big, with only forty households, most of which are equipped with hatchets, axes and other items. It seems that the few acres of thin farmland are not enough to feed the villagers, and they still need to cut firewood to supplement their livelihood.

At the east end of the village, there was a dilapidated grass temple. The old monk looked far into the distance and vaguely saw a dilapidated statue enshrined in it, and he seemed to vaguely recognize the appearance of the third prince Binglinggong.

When the old monk came closer, he discovered that there were two children sitting cross-legged behind the beams. They were both about ten years old, and one seemed to be older. He was extremely handsome and looked handsome when he grew up.

, the other looks simple and dull.

But this older, handsome child was sitting respectfully with the simple and dull child's drooped hands, restless all over, scratching his ears and cheeks.

After a while, he secretly opened one eyelid and peeked at the smaller child.

Seeing that the smaller child was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he felt bored and closed his eyes again.

This happened several times, and finally I couldn't help it and shouted: "Xiaofan, Xiaofan."

The Buddha's light was like a mountain falling down. In order to protect himself, the man in front of the white clouds rolled twice in the air. He had to abandon the poisonous blood flag and run for his life.

Puzhi spat out a mouthful of blood with lung fragments, watched a colorful centipede crawl out of his sleeve, fluttered its wings and flew under the man in front of Baiyun, caressed his chest and said with difficulty:

Da Fan stood up and saluted, "Eldest son Lin Jingyu, that is your bad friend Lu Fancui. Do you know where the young master came from and what he did?"

Therefore, I need to rest at the foot of Qingyun Mountain for a day, and then try my luck at the legendary Liangzhu.

Yang Gui now carefully walked up the mountain, and he was so happy that he laughed out loud, and sighed: "That is Liang Zhu's original intention of running a school!"

The voice of Puzhi sounded faintly, like Sanskrit Zen chanting, and the white clouds in the sky were faintly dispersed.

"The beams and pillars are four hundred meters away in the northeast. Junior Master is going in the wrong direction!" Zhang Xiaofan said.

"You're welcome, young master, that's your family's temple. You can live there if you want." Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said, "Would you like some food and water? You don't have one outside your home."

In the future, in the vast land of China, is there a specific division of realms, the practice methods of each family, the name of the realm of each family, if it is not a battle to compare the victory and defeat, the young master can only judge the strength vaguely against the Tai Chi Xuan

Clear the way.

"It's possible! He has the strength of an eighth grader!"

Seeing that the child ignored him, the handsome eldest child stretched out his hand to catch him, but suddenly he saw the child suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of hot electricity seemed to flash in the ruined temple. With lightning speed and blinding force, he grabbed him

With a gesture, he pushed the child to the ground.

"Since he is running away, he still dares to turn around. Today, the old monk will..."

In the middle of the night, thunder could be heard faintly in the distance, and a white cloud rolled up from the sky, accompanied by strong wind and lightning, heading towards Caomiao Village.

"How can he beat you, a weakling in junior high school, when he is in his seventh year of college!"

"Thank you." Pu Zhi smiled again and said, "It's a long journey and the old monk is tired. I'll take a rest in this temple for a night and set off to Liangzhu tomorrow. Do you know?"

"Hey, hey, bald donkey, hand over the bloodthirsty beads, and you will die if you spare him."

"Yes, yes." Lu Fancui shook her head, "Your family is from Caoxiao Village in the northwest. You came to Caomiao Village to join relatives, so you are considered a local."

As the figures of the two older children gradually moved away, the voices became louder and louder, gradually becoming audible.

Lu Fan seemed to have been cut diagonally by a sharp knife, showing a rough slope and sliding down sharply, causing the entire grass temple to tremble.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, Dafan, slowly let go, it's about to break!" the child cried out in pain.

However, although Lu Fan's method has been spread all over the sky, and Lu Fan's training courses and study materials are open all over China and Liangzhu Mountain itself, only a few people have gone there.

"Amitabha, why should such a low-level practice in the pavilion be hidden?"

"A centipede? Cough cough cough..."

I felt a bite from a foreign object on my wrist, and a numb and itchy feeling spread all over my body. The back of my eyes turned white, and the vase behind me was shaking.

Qiu Wangyu, the principal of the Liangzhu training class, and even Yun Yilan from Fenxiang Valley wanted to adjust a seat for his child, but they had to rely on connections to see me, which was terrifying.

Halfway through Puzhi's words, I suddenly felt a soft spot under my soft flag. At this time, I used all my strength to deal with the sneak attack in front of me, so as not to let down my guard against the poisonous blood flag that had not yet surrendered half of it.

The two older children found it interesting and walked out.

Although the dialogue between Puzhi and Baiwuqian people is very abstract, we ourselves do not feel that way. Instead, we feel that the application of the academic standards of the Liangzhu School makes the level of cultivation appear formal, and there is little downgrade.

Therefore, Puzhi must of course calm down and adjust to the best condition before going to Liangzhu Mountain to pay a visit.

That's exactly the kind of fun Yang Gui wants to see.

Puzhi jumped down, raised his hand and struck down with two small hand seals, causing white clouds to churn, and the people in front of Bai Yun were beaten forward continuously.

"He is basically in the eighth grade of junior high school. He has already reached the lower seventh level!"

In the distance, Lu Fancui's voice can still be heard: "Hey, let's eat at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. I am a monk, and the Qingyun Sect will entertain me for dinner? You think I was driven up here."

The first is the demon sect. Eight hundred years later, Qingyun Mountain was defeated. Each of them hid his body and dared not to do anything. The Qingyun Sect changed to a new world. The leader Daoxuan Zhenren had profound moral conduct and did a few small things that shocked the world.

The prestige of the Qingyun Sect has declined, and it has become an insulting Taoist true man.

"Little Master, I praise you very much."

There was a loud sound, and a golden Buddha wheel appeared behind Puzhi's face, resisting the oncoming ghost.

"You're only a seventh grader, but you still want to fight with your seventh graders?"

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"Hey, Jingyu, ask him, what is Kung Fu?"

While he was planning, he suddenly heard that the evil wind in front of him was a good thing. Puzhi's eyes widened, he turned around to complete the Aquarius Seal, and turned around to block the opponent's white energy attack. The Buddha's light rose slightly, and the man he hit spurted out a mouthful of white blood.

The person behind my eyes let out a sly laugh, and the white air that had been completely forced into the wind to move suddenly burst out, breaking through Puzhi's treasure bottle seal, and hit me on the back of my chest.

Jingyu stuck out his tongue and said no more.

But the one that has changed the least is suspected to be the Liang-Zhu sect.

"Little Master, you are not a native of Caomiao Village." Zhang Xiaofan also bowed.

When Puzhi's magic power was interrupted, he was attacked from the back and abdomen. He was knocked out and thrown to the ground, collapsing the entire grass temple while sliding.

Even for practitioners, this is a holy land for spiritual practice.

"boom!"

The ghosts floating under the poisonous blood flag in front of him suddenly dispersed, his eyebrows opened, and the fishy wind subsided. He only heard a ghost howl, and the bloody light flashed, hitting Puzhi's back solidly.

The white clouds suddenly boiled like boiling water, and then stopped.

"Hey, old thief Bald, he should take care of himself first!"

The man gave a deep and sinister laugh, activated his magic power, and saw a ferocious grimace emerge from under the bloody red flag.

Throughout the world of Zhu Xian, the style of painting has become abstract.

The ghostly face had no eight anise and seven eyes, and sharp teeth and fangs. Where the bones were making random noises, all seven eyes under the ghostly face suddenly opened, and with a "roar", they turned into entities and turned from flags.

He rushed out from below, carrying a bloody aura, and struck Puzhi.

People were grateful for Liang Zhu's virtue and secretly respected him as the leader of the righteous way. However, because Liang Zhu had always been in the same spirit with Qingyun, they reluctantly led Qingyun down and called the two factions the Taishan Beidou of the righteous way.

But at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, I saw the master Daoxuan, the master, quoting from many sources, talking eloquently, and refuting his own arguments, and even faintly wavered in what he had insisted on since his youth.

In the white air, a strange red light flashed, followed by a small flag fluttering in the wind, fanning the dark wind, and a pungent fishy smell rushed towards the face. Countless resentful spirits emerged from the two-foot-long small flag, and suddenly this moment

The surrounding area was filled with the sound of ghosts crying.

Feeling the shock coming from his subordinates, Puzhi smiled and said, "On the eighth day of the eighth year of junior high school, I dare to show off. It's too late to snatch the old monk's bloodthirsty beads after passing the high school entrance examination!"

Lu Fan is not only weak in strength, but also slow-minded and evil-minded, and willing to help others. Especially his explanation of "Tao" is very subtle. He often becomes enlightened before finishing listening to it, and his skills are weak.

In the mid-air, white clouds are forming.

A figure shrouded in white mist appeared among the white clouds. The man's voice was hoarse and full, which was very suitable for the identity of a young villain.

"Poisonous Blood Flag!" A look of anger suddenly appeared on the old monk's face, "What a sinner, he dares to practice such evil things that are unconscionable and harmful to the world. I am determined to spare him today."

"That's right, it's very unusual for monsters like him to seek to seize the blood-thirsty beads."

"Hehe, you old thief is bald and you don't have any means."

I don’t have the sense of accomplishment that comes from escaping from wild cultivation.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The kid named Da Fan was shocked. He quickly let go of his hand, helped me up, shook his head and said, "Jingyu, you have told me several times that I will attack you unexpectedly when practicing. It is very safe."

I am one of the seven contemporary divine monks of Tianyin Temple and the younger brother of Abbot Puhong. Puzhi is committed to the unity of Buddhism and Taoism in order to seek immortality. He has visited famous Taoist families several times. At this time, he just met the head of Qingyun Taoism.

Xuan Shang only went up the mountain after the negotiation was fruitful.

In the past eight hundred years, whenever I went up the mountain, I would hear people shouting after fighting:

"Bad Jun's punch!"

The little villain seemed to have suffered a painful loss during that move, and his voice was filled with heat, "Save him with his life!"
To be continued...