"Old bald donkey, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the sky.

As soon as the human voice fell, the dragon's roar rose again. In the long and vast dragon's roar, a golden dragon broke through the clouds and flew towards the top of the mountain chasing a golden light.

"Haha... Amitabha, why do you need to push people too hard?"

In the golden light, there was a burst of laughter.

"What's wrong with being too pushy? Why do you, a bald donkey, want a dragon holding a stone? You don't practice the skills related to real dragons. You don't need to watch the real dragon to understand the true meaning. Just forget it!"

A rough voice followed.

"Amitabha, why should I give it to you when the poor monk grabbed the dragon's head stone with his own skill?"

The monk's voice rang out in the golden light: "In addition, who said that our Maitreya sect does not have any exercises related to the true dragon? Our sect's "Mahayana Twelve Flying Dragons Sutra" also needs to observe the meaning of the true dragon before it can be completed."

"So, Donor Hong, please don't force others to make things difficult for you!"

"The "Mahayana Twelve Flying Dragons Sutra" taught by you, Maitreya, is rubbish. Dacheng and non-dacheng are the same. It's better not to waste treasures like the Dragon's Bit Stone. Forget it."

"Whether it is wasted or not depends on the poor monk. The fact that this treasure is in the hands of the poor monk means that it is destined to the poor monk and has nothing to do with the benefactor. It is better for the benefactor not to force anything."

"Haha... if I grab it, won't it be destined for me?"

"Roar……"

Amidst the roar of the dragon, the golden dragon stretched out its claws and grabbed the golden light.

"Amitabha, forcing oneself is not due to fate, but to resentment."

Accompanied by the monk's voice, a palm poked out from the golden light. The palm was in the shape of a flower, free of dust and fireworks, and gently touched the dragon's claws.

Silently, the golden dragon shattered.

The next moment, a rough-looking man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came through the air, slapping his palms horizontally, and a huge dragon roar resounded through the void, shaking the golden light away, revealing the monk in the golden light.

The monk has a fat head and big ears, and is wearing a red monk's robe with the skirt open, revealing his big belly, and his face is full of smiles.

Next to the monk, there was a handsome young monk sitting cross-legged.

"Well, the poor monk is afraid of you. The poor monk allows you to inspect this dragon's head stone three times." The fat monk smiled and shook his head, looking very helpless.

"Haha, Xiao Maitreya, couldn't you have said this earlier?" The rugged man laughed and said, "It's a waste of my time."

"Hong Jianglong, are you still so shameless?" Xiao Maitreya shook his head.

"Haha, if you want to be shameless, you are the best, Bald Donkey. With such a big face and a face full of flesh, you must be thick-skinned!" Hong Jianglong counterattacked.

The smile on Laughing Maitreya's face did not change, but became even brighter. He touched his belly and said, "If you scold me again, I will regret it!"

"No, Master, I was wrong." Hong Jianglong immediately said with a flattering smile.

"Haha, okay, let's go to the place where all demons are buried. Don't let seniors and children see the joke." Jin Lian flashed and appeared on the top of the mountain, and Hong Jianglong followed closely.

"senior……"

"senior……"

After arriving at the top of the mountain, Xiao Maitreya and Hong Jianglong saluted Lu You one after another.

Lu You said nothing, but nodded.

"Hey, there are people who are earlier than you and me?" At this time, Hong Jianglong also noticed Ye Qing and looked at him curiously: "You are still a young man, in the late stage of refining the power, so weak, but you are not dead?"

Ye Qing's face darkened. What do you mean he's not dead? Are you talking human language?

"Junior Ye Shishi, I have met two seniors."

Ye Qing hurriedly saluted the two of them. The strength of these two people was probably no less than that of Song Xilai before. He couldn't afford to offend them.

"Ye Shishi? It sounds like a fake name at first glance. You are dishonest, kid!" Hong Jianglong joked with a smile, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

"Haha, senior is joking." Ye Qing smiled stiffly, feeling that Hong Jianglong's look almost saw through him.

"Boy, that person seems to have discovered me." The voice of the Fog Demon sounded in Ye Qing's mind.

Ye Qing did not take back the fog demon. The fog demon turned into a thin layer of mist and lingered around him. If he were not a person with particularly strong mental power, he would not be able to detect the abnormality. However, Hong Jianglong just glanced at him and discovered that

The existence of the fog demon.

"Believe in yourself, and the 'seem' will be over." Ye Qing had no expression on his face.

Fortunately, after Hong Jianglong finished speaking, he ignored him and waved his sleeves, and three men and two women appeared on the ground.

"Master Hong, is this... the legendary burial place?"

"Yes, this is the burial place."

Hong Jianglong explained: "The so-called burial place refers to the place where the demons buried their bones."

"According to legend, when the demon ancestor Rahu died, his eyes turned into the sun and moon, his blood turned into rivers, his muscles and bones turned into mountains and rivers, and his hair turned into vegetation, while his body, organs, soul and other essences turned into this suspended mountain, so this mountain is also

It is called the Mountain of Rahu, the Demonic Mountain, and the demonic people call it the Holy Mountain."

"Master Hong, we all know this." A young man looked confused and a little confused.

"You know what's going on, can't I tell it again?"

Hong Jianglong glared at the young man and continued: "So, those people in the demonic path think that it is a supreme honor to bury themselves in the magic mountain and have their souls return to Rahu. They all think that they can be buried in the demon before death.

We are proud of the mountain, and only those who are truly strong are qualified to bury themselves here."

"So over time, this place became the place where all the demons gather and bury their bones, also known as the burial place."

"Then do you know why I brought you here?" Hong Jianglong asked.

"I know." The five people responded in unison.

"Okay, since you know, let me tell you again." Hong Jianglong said.

Five people:"……"

"Because, those who can be buried here are strong people. These people carve monuments and build tombs for themselves before they die, and often leave their martial arts will on the tombstones. These are of great benefit to you."

"There are even some people who don't want their unique skills to be lost before they die, so they will leave their inheritance here and wait for the destined person. If you can get their inheritance, it will be like a heifer going to heaven and your awesomeness will grow."

Already."

The eyes of the five people shone brightly. The main reason why they entered the Demon Graveyard was for the burial place and the inheritance of the masters there.

As for those martial arts wills and so on, I'm sorry they really look down on them.

"That's it!" Ye Qing suddenly realized, his eyes flickering. To be honest, he was really moved.

If it were treasures from heaven, materials and earth, he really wouldn't be interested. With the Sutra, he didn't need these extraneous things, but he was quite interested in the inheritance of martial arts and so on.

Let me ask, as a martial artist, who is not interested in martial arts?

If you can get the martial arts inheritance from a senior master, you will really reach the sky in one step. At least you won't have to worry about secrets in the future.

"Donor Hong, when did you become so verbose?" Xiao Maitreya looked at the chattering Hong Jianglong: "Stop talking nonsense, let them test it first, be careful not to make the seniors wait impatiently."

"Haha... I'm so good at being a teacher. I get carried away for a while." Hong Jianglong laughed loudly: "Watch carefully, don't wait until the boat capsizes in the gutter."

"yes."

Several people looked around and saw that the young monk Xiao Maitreya had brought with him had already walked up to Lu You, clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Laughing Maitreya, is the holy son of your Maitreya religion mute? Why doesn't he speak?" Hong Jianglong walked up to Laughing Maitreya and joked.

Laughing Maitreya said: "The Holy Son is currently practicing the closed-mouth Zen that I teach, so he cannot speak."

"Closed Mouth Zen? Is it true? It is one of the most difficult skills to practice in your Maitreya religion. Once you start practicing, you will not be able to speak for ten years. Once you speak, all your previous efforts will be wasted and you will have to practice it all over again. It is said to be a great perseverance.

Those who are fearless cannot learn. Is that holy son of yours stupid or out of his mind?"

Hong Jianglong clicked his tongue and said, "By the way, how long has he been practicing?"

Xiao Maitreya was not angry because of Hong Jianglong's words: "Amitabha, I won't tell you!"

Hong Jianglong: "..." Monk, when did you become so naughty?

While the two were talking, Lu You had already raised the soul mirror in his hand and looked at the Holy Son of Maitreya.

Facing the soul-reflecting mirror light that was directed at him, Holy Son Maitreya remained motionless, as if turning a blind eye. Just when the mirror light, as clear and moist as water, was about to fall on him, Holy Son Maitreya opened his mouth and lightly scolded: "All evils retreat...

"

As the words "all evils disperse" were spoken, a strange force spread out in the air, as if holding a heavenly constitution in the mouth, and the ray of soul-reflecting light slowly dissipated, before it could reach the Holy Son of Maitreya.

All have disappeared.

"Amitabha……"

The Holy Son of Maitreya pronounced the Buddha's name, turned around and walked towards Laughing Maitreya.

"So strong."

Ye Qing's pupils shrank. Although Maitreya was only in the realm of God-washing, he felt that he was stronger than the unlucky guy who died in Lu You's hands before.

Of course, it was also related to the degree of Lu You's attack. He found that Lu You's attack was based on the strength of the tester. The soul mirror light used on Maitreya was much more powerful than the one used on him.

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To be continued...