Seeing Dai Deyong showing his martial arts, Long Sizhan also said with a dark face: "The windless waves of the Donghai Sect are indeed amazing!" Dai Deyong clenched his fists and asked Long Sikun: "Long Sikun, I will ask you, are you going to pay back the things from our Donghai Sect? Or not?" Long Sikun also gritted his teeth and said: "Master Dai, you are a master who has been famous for a long time. I respect your character, but Long has never seen what you said." Dai Deyong slapped the table and stood up: "Of course you said nothing! The demon skin of thousands of years is not invaded by water and fire, and the sword does not enter. If you eat it in your Jiujian Pavilion, is there any reason to spit it out!"

Long Sikun took a deep breath, staring at Bai Xiaochuan with wide eyes wide open, but Bai Xiaochuan turned his head and pretended not to see it. Long Sikun could only suppress his anger and whispered: "This is my funeral of Senior Brother Zheng. Please don't make noise!" Dai Deyong laughed in anger and actually said loudly: "I just want to scold him at his Zheng Yuanshu's funeral! This old beast..." Then there were all kinds of filthy words that were unpleasant. Huijue frowned and closed his hands. Long Sikun wanted to slap the table in a hurry, but suddenly realized that he could not move at all. Long Sikun looked at the other masters present in surprise. Sure enough, everyone looked shocked: almost everyone seemed to be tied up by an invisible rope. The more fierce Dai Deyong scolded, the stronger the sense of restraint.

Long Sizhan chuckled and picked up his arm. His right fingers had already formed sword fingers and placed them two inches away from his arm: "With this method, can you dare to embarrass me in front of me?!" Long Sizhan suddenly turned his head and stared at Dai Deyong. Dai Deyong's voice immediately became a little smaller, and Long Sikun and others felt that the constraints on his body were no longer increasing. Long Sizhan saw Dai Deyong's eyes becoming more and more sharp, and Dai Deyong's voice became less and less. Finally, he only saw his mouth moving and no sound came out. Dai Deyong's face was flushed at this time and he was sweating heavily. Long Sizhan suddenly put his sword fingers on his arm, and almost at the same time, a loud Buddha's name like a Zen bell filled the whole room: "Amitabha~~" Dai Deyong then spit out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground.

Long Sizhan suddenly stood up and shouted, "Dai Deyong! If the monk Huijue had not rescued him today, you should go back to set up a mourning hall! Listen to me: If you dare to show off your martial arts and Taoism within the gate of Jiujian Pavilion, I will unscrew your dog's head!!" After that, Long Sizhan turned around and left the back hall angrily. Long Sikun and others could only watch and could not speak or move. At this time, Huijue sighed and whispered: "Good, goodness..." Long Sikun and others realized that their bodies had recovered their consciousness. Long Sikun and others all stood up and bowed to thank him, "Thank you, the monk Huijue." Huijue also stood up and walked quickly to Dai Deyong to shake his head: "Please forgive me, the donor of Long Sikun and others, the great Qianbo mantra is too powerful, I can only do this. Amitabha, sins."

Seeing Longhu Mountain Liu Fangbai threatened Dai Deyong, afraid that she would make a big deal. After helping Dai Deyong up, he hurriedly input his internal strength to him. Dai Deyong squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Duoduo... Xie Huijue's monk... Elder Liu helped him save... Yu Shura... Luo..." When Long Sikun was hesitating whether to calm down, he suddenly heard Long Sizhan shouting loudly outside the door: "Ah——, ah——, I can't stand it anymore—— I can't stand it anymore.

I want to kill someone so much - I want to kill someone so much -!" Long Sizhan used the internal power of the Tianyang True Classic and the Purple Elephant Divine Art at the same time, and even the farthest southeast end of Lingzhou City could clearly hear her roar. Some old houses in the Jiujian Pavilion began to fall from fine dust. Everyone in the back hall could not help but be shocked: "Yu Shura Long Sizhan is actually more powerful than the legendary one! No wonder the world says: provoke the Western Pure Land Buddha, don't provoke the Dongyuan Yu Shura!"

Mu Wushuang and Yang Tiantai were about to leave after eating food and food with Li Tianmu, but suddenly heard Long Sizhan's roar. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but scream and asked Yang Tiantai, "Uncle Yang, who is so scary?" Yang Tiantai looked at the back hall and shook his head and said, "Who else? Of course it is your Grand Master, Yu Shura Long Sizhan." Li Yu also said with fear, "My God! Is my Grand Master really a woman? He is simply a devil!" Yang Tiantai reached out and patted Li Yu's head and scolded, "What are you talking about! Although she is not a few years older than me, she is also my Grand Master, and you are your Grand Master!" Mu Wushuang came back to his senses and asked, "Uncle Yang, don't joke about us. I don't dare to think about such power - I'm afraid that the Ghost Grandma and the Divine Monk Huijue can't do it!"

Yang Tiantai sighed helplessly: "Your Grand Master is called Jade Shura. Shura means Sanskrit, so what you said just now is right. Ghost Grand Master is indeed incomparable to your Grand Master, just like ghosts and demons cannot be compared." Mu Wushuang and Li Yu were both surprised and couldn't stop talking to them. Yang Tiantai looked at them and then instructed: "If you see a beautiful woman with an angry face and talking to herself, don't talk to her. Your Grand Master is angry, whoever looks for her is unlucky now!" Mu Wushuang and Li Yu heard Long Sizhan's roar like a shocking sound. Even if Yang Tiantai didn't remind them, they would hide away.

Mu Wushuang came back to his senses and looked at Li Yu: "Manzi, hurry up and go to bed. Today I guard the East Gate courtyard. I remember to come for me early in the morning." Li Yu nodded. Yang Tiantai told Mu Wushuang a few words and left with Li Yu. Mu Wushuang came to the empty East Garden. Looking at the sky, he couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many stars in the sky, I don't know if there are so many gods... I don't think so. If there are so many good gods like Jiuye, Mu Ling Fairy, and the plague god, my parents and the Xuedi family would not have died like that..." Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang slowly closed his eyes and practiced entering meditation according to the method that Zeng Ding had handed over. Entering meditation is actually the advanced cultivation of Xiao Zhoutian. Practice requires practitioners to feel the world and everything around them with their hearts.

Mu Wushuang was originally a foreign race, so he practiced faster than ordinary people. Mu Wushuang felt that his five senses (watching, smelling, smelling, and touching) gradually spread to the hillside depressions several miles away, and every grass, tree, insect and swarm seemed to be moving in front of him. Mu Wushuang could not control the joy in his heart, and silently used Yang Tiantai to teach him the inner skills. Sure enough, the perception range of the five senses seemed to have expanded a lot, and Mu Wushuang knew the movements of the wind and grass within nearly ten miles. At this time, Mu Wushuang seemed to have grown four heads. Although the five senses were a little messy and blurry, the scenes in all directions were already visible. Mu Wushuang was secretly happy, and a familiar Buddha's name suddenly came from his ear: "Amitabha..." Mu Wushuang was shocked, and the chaotic scenes in all directions filled his head like weeds, and he suddenly felt a headache.

At this time, one hand gently supported Mu Wushuang's back, and the messy scene in Mu Wushuang's mind slowly disappeared without a trace. In front of him was just the distant mountains and plants that were within his eyes. Mu Wushuang panted and turned his head and saw that it was no one else standing behind him, but the monk Huijue, who was ranked sixth in the weapon list. Mu Wushuang hurriedly knelt down and bowed, "I don't know that the monk Huijue has arrived here, and I have lost my respect. I just thanked the monk for help, and I am very grateful!" Huijue also bowed together and said, "Good, good, young hero, please get up quickly. I was really ashamed of disturbing the young hero just now."

Mu Wushuang stood up straight after returning a tribute, and then looked at the thin old monk who was a little short and thin: Huijue was wearing a coarse monk's robe and wearing straw sandals woven with thin wire ropes. The underwear inside the monk's robe was a little worn, but it was cleaned up. However, the white beard on Huijue's chin seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and it looked a little dirty. After looking closely, Huijue's treasure face was solemn and compassionate. Although she was thin and vulgar, she could not hide the temperament of a monk on her body. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but secretly praised her. The great compassionate and merciful voice of all living beings actually came from the mouth of such an old monk. It seemed both unexpected and reasonable.

Huijue looked at the steep peaks of the mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but chant: "The distant mountains are green and green, and the nearby cities are green and the grass and trees are separated." Mu Wushuang replied casually: "The stars in the sky are dense, where can you lie down?" Huijue couldn't help but sigh: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that the young hero is not only talented, but also so literary! Where can you lie down? Good question, good question! My old friend doesn't know where the immortals are. What will we do after a hundred years?"
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