When Xiaoyue turned back to Guanlan Peak, there were charred corpses everywhere, like rotten wood and charcoal. When you touch it gently, it was like wood chips scattered, as if they were dried up and exposed to the sun for another month. The smell was extremely bad. Most of them were younger disciples, and they were like evil ghosts at this moment. I don’t know whether they had reached the paradise or went to hell.

He silently recited the life mantra and walked along the way. When he came to the huge rock with the beggars, he disappeared. He was left with only the broken stones and dead branches. Xiaoyue was frightened and his feet were three points faster. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at Yun Temple, but he could only smile bitterly. There was no more temple like this, only a ruin, the pagoda fell across the street, the temple collapsed, and the sutra pavilion no longer existed. Xiao Shu sat cross-legged in the ruins, and the beggars sat on the collapsed stone pillar next to him without saying a word. When he saw Xiaoyue, he made a gesture of silence.

Xiaoyue nodded with understanding, and walked around. When she arrived at the collapsed sutra pavilion, many ancient books and Buddhist scriptures were destroyed, almost nothing was left intact. There were some scattered bamboo slips and paper scraps. The Yun Temple inheritance was never restored. The relics of monks from all generations in the pagoda were unknown.

Even if Xiaoyue didn't value external things, she felt quite regretful. If Senior Brother Huijue saw this, she would probably be so angry that she would settle the score with the demon himself.

Tick ​​to...

Xiaoyue looked up and saw no morning sun, dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, dull thunder roared, lightning flashed through, tearing the entire sky, the breeze blew with a wet breath, and drizzled gradually fell, falling on Xiaoyue, on the ruined Yun Temple, and on the cracked land of Yuezhou.

It was small at first, and it poured down in a moment.

"It's raining?" Xiaoyue couldn't believe that it had been raining for several years. The people in the entire prefecture city fled. Most of the people were old, weak, sick and disabled. Those who could survive were eating people and drinking blood and were just like those who had the corpse. The soldiers guarding the territory abandoned their armor and fled. The Yun Temple relied on the water in the mountain pond to survive these years.

In the gray sky, the wind was sandwiched with rain, the whistling sound was like a flute, empty and cold, the little beggar sat blankly on the stone pillar, and the rain washed away all the dust and gravel on his head. Although it was early summer, the rain was extremely cold, and every drop hit his body was a biting pain.

After a while, Xiao Beihua's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling. He quickly jumped off the stone pillar and wanted to pick up the red umbrella that fell beside him. But before he could get there, a strong wind blew the umbrella away and swayed out of the temple. Xiao Beihua was anxious and picked up the small stone from the ground to smash the umbrella, but the strength was too small, and the wind was really strong, so no matter how hard he tried, he could not hit the red umbrella at all.

Xiao Shu was sitting quietly in recuperating at this moment. Miluo's horror was beyond his imagination. The gap in realm was insurmountable. Even if he took over his sword force, he was still calm and composed. Half of the injuries were caused by Miluo's attack, and the other half was backfired by the sword. With all his strength, he would eventually hurt the enemy a thousand and a thousand damage to himself. If it weren't for the sudden change of the Buddhist bead and forced Miluo to retreat with the golden lotus, Xiao Shu would probably not be able to escape the fate of the sword being broken.

In the realm of nothingness, the face of the man in red was blurred. He tapped his fingers, and the golden lotus bloomed, forming a golden sea. The breath of the most clear and holy spreads out with him as the center. The originally heavy injuries of the man and Xiao Shu gradually began to fade away, and the inner Yuan, which was revolting against the chaos, calmed down.

"Who are you?" Xiao Shu didn't care about his own injuries. He wanted to know who the person in front of him was, what did it have to do with him, and why did he save him?

The man in red smiled without saying anything. When his sleeves flicked, the whole realm shattered, turning into pieces and hitting Xiao Shu. Then he turned around and left, disappearing into the increasingly smaller sea of ​​lotus.

The coldness spread throughout the body, and the biting rain flowed down the ends of the hair. Xiao Shu suddenly opened his eyes and no longer saw the man in red, only the gray sky, the cold wind penetrated his body, and the ice rain drizzled.

The little beggar looked at the red umbrella that was flying farther and farther away helplessly, and had to give up. Just as she was about to find something to block the rain for Xiao Shu, she suddenly saw a red light passing by herself and flew straight towards the red umbrella.

"Have the hero come back to save me?" Xiao Shu stood up and transported the inner Yuan a little, and his heavy injuries had recovered as much as 70% to 80%.

"I'm afraid you can't beat him!" The little beggar turned his back to Xiao Shu, wiping his tears while holding back his crying.

As soon as he woke up, he found that he was hidden under the gravel. After climbing out, he realized that the mountain road was full of dry corpses. But when he thought that Xiao Shu was still on the top of the mountain, he still resisted the idea of ​​escaping and tiptoed to avoid each corpse. When he arrived at the top of the mountain, he happened to see Xiao Shu sitting quietly with a pale face. The entire Yun Temple had become a ruin. He did not dare to disturb him, so he could only wait aside, for fear of disturbing Xiao Shu.

"What the hero said is, I really can't beat him. Fortunately, you rushed back and scared him away." Xiao Shu smiled, and with a move, the red umbrella fell from the sky and returned to his hand.

"It's good that you know! You still have to take me to see the gods, but you won't die!" Xiaoying's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Master Xiao?" Xiao Yue saw Xiao Shu awakening, and hurried over and looked him up and down. The demon had great magical powers, and he was very afraid that Xiao Shu would also have some magic tricks at this moment.

"Mila's realm is far higher than you and me. I believe that I am not his opponent. If Zhenren Zhang may be able to fight in this world, I am afraid now..." Xiao Shu frowned. His realm was only one opportunity away from the heavenly beings, but this little difference made him unable to face Mila.

"Is the Wang Yue he is looking for? Is it the national master who was in power when Chongyu was in power? According to legend, he was an immortal who came down to earth and had already cultivated immortality and transcends the cycle of reincarnation. He was no longer among the five elements. The monk had heard of it." Xiaoyue asked, except for the national master Wang Yue, who was said to be an immortal, who could come to seek.

Xiao Shu had some concerns in his heart. He didn't know whether the demon had really left, so he just nodded and said, "It should be him."

"The monk has some friendship with Tian Jizi, and I heard what he said about this matter, so why...ah." Xiaoyue sighed. Such demons could not be solved by mortals. She turned to look at the Buddha statue that was broken all over the ground, and became more and more helpless.

"Didn't you know the gods, Xiao beggar? Wouldn't it be enough to let him subdue this demon?" Xiaoyinghua asked.

"Master Xiao knows... Wang Yue?" Xiaoyue was very quick-minded. Who else could be called a god in this world besides Wang Yue? But as soon as he spoke, he realized something was wrong and immediately stopped. The last two words were completely transmitted through inner Yuan, and only Xiao Shu could hear them.

Xiao Shu closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. A mysterious realm spread out with him as the center. The surroundings were quiet, and neither the sound of wind nor the rain disappeared. Every drop of rain gradually changed from falling to stillness. Even the little beggar and Xiaoyue were motionless, as if they had become wooden sculptures, but in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Miro has indeed fled far away.

"Master Xiao's realm is really beyond the monk's imagination. No wonder the demon said that you are about to ascend." Xiaoyinghua couldn't feel it, but Xiaoyue was in the Tianxuan Realm. At that moment, he could feel a mysterious thought passing by, as if she was swept by her eyes.

"If it weren't for Master Xiaoyue's guidance, I wouldn't be able to take another step." After Xiao Shu surpassed the Tianxuan Realm, his selfless artistic conception reached a higher level, and his thoughts were as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"How?" Xiaoyue asked cautiously.

"To be honest with Master Xiaoyue, I do have some entanglements with Wang Yue, but he has disappeared for several years and I really have no way to find him. But at most, Wang Yue will appear in four years." Xiao Shu said affirmatively.

"Four years? But four years later, is this world still the world known to monks? Alas, how could the monk interfere with the affairs of immortals and demons?" Xiaoyue's heart became heavier as she looked at the corpses everywhere.

"My little master from Nanbei once said that everything has cause and effect. Instead of disturbing one's own mind, it is better to let it go." Xiao Shu said.

"Haha, donor Xiao is right. The monk is troubled by his own mediocre people. He really practiced Buddhism for so many years in vain. The monk had a question to ask donor Xiao. I don't know how donor Xiao defeated the demon. When the monk saw a golden lotus at the foot of the mountain, he almost thought that the Bodhisattva had descended to earth." Xiaoyue wiped the rain on her face, temporarily suppressing her mood.

Xiao Shu raised his hand and shook the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said, "I was about to say last night, but why did it happen suddenly. If it weren't for the string of Buddhist beads, I, Xiao Shu, would have become one of the corpses all over the ground."

"Is the golden lotus revealed by this Buddhist bead?" Although Xiaoyue knew that this string of Buddhist beads was magical, she never thought that there was such a great way to make the demons retreat.

Xiao Shu told Xiaoyue all the things about the string of Buddhist beads. Unfortunately, Xiaoyue couldn't tell the reason. The only thing that could be sure was that this Buddhist bead was definitely not a thing in this world, and it had a great connection with Buddhism. It might be the magic weapon of the person who achieved the right result.

On this day, there was a heavy rain in Yuezhou, which had been raining all year round. It was obviously early summer, but it was as cold as the twelfth lunar month. Yun Temple, which had a history of hundreds of years, was destroyed, and more than ten monks remained.

Around Yun Temple, scattered corpses heading towards the nearest Wucheng. They could smell the breath of living people, even though hundreds of miles away, the scorching blood guided them forward like a signpost.

A red light crossed the sky at a speed that was unattainable to the naked eye, tearing out a blood mark in the gray sky. No matter it was rainstorm or thunder, it could not be slowed down. Xiao Shu lay half on it regardless of his image, looking down at the mountains and rivers under him. The sword energy spontaneously and the wind and rain were difficult to invade.

"You really know how to fly... Where are we going?" Xiaoyinghua opened her mouth wide, holding Xiao Shu's hand and didn't dare to move, for fear of falling down. But when she saw the clouds passing by and the magnificent mountains and rivers below, she couldn't help but feel excited.
Chapter completed!