After a long silence, the old Taoist looked at Milo and said: "Although you don't know how you plan to connect the two earth lines, most of the origins of this illusory world are stored in me, the novice, the white bull, the golden turtle, the four-headed snake and the black and white
On Scorpion’s body.”
"Will your docking method affect my power?"
"Not really."
Milo looked at the old Taoist, briefly introduced his origins, and said: "To put it simply, after I analyze the Tao principles contained in you, you will not suffer anything, but..."
Before Milo finished speaking, wisps of purple aura of merit emerged from the old Taoist's body, turning into illusory white bats, flying up and down, gathering the purple aura, and turning into longevity peaches, wishful thinking, hydrangeas, treasure vases, etc.
Waiting for the shadow, there is also a peach wood stick in his hand, with a medicine gourd hanging on it.
Only then did Milo discover that the old Taoist's robe of hundreds of kilograms came from thousands of families. It was the manifestation of his past achievements and the prayers for thousands of people.
At this time, although due to the limitation of Taixu Illusion, most of the mystery of blessing and wish power has been dissipated, but it is not comparable to ordinary treasures.
"senior."
Milo looked at the Taoist who was arranging his hair in front of him, bowed slightly, and the shadow of the treasure mirror appeared in his hand, reflecting the other person's aura.
"Is this the power of other worlds? It is somewhat similar to our world. If I have the chance, I really want to go and see it!"
The Taoist sighed with emotion, and then told Milo: "Novice monk in the Calabash Temple, I will find a way to help you suppress it for a period of time. During this time, you can do some other things first and deal with the four-headed snake.
It doesn’t matter if we unite with the White Bull or the Golden Tortoise. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
"senior?"
Milo wanted to say something else, but the old Taoist was already walking towards the Calabash Temple with his crutch in hand.
With one step, there is a distance of tens of meters, and only the tune of "Autumn in the Palace" is left all around.
Under the green mountains,
Thick green branches.
The bamboo forest is full of drunkenness.
The heart is lost in dreams and illusions,
The accumulation of fortune and wealth reduces longevity.
When the last sentence fell, the old Taoist was already standing outside the Calabash Temple and shouted into the temple: "Little novice monk, long time no see!"
"Old Taoist priest, if you don't practice in your own Taoist temple, why do you come to my place?"
A bald boy with white eyebrows that almost hung to the ground walked out, followed by a strong man, a monk, and two yaksha ghosts.
"I've thought about it again and again, and I still feel that this Calabash Temple is the ancestral land where my lineage has been practicing for hundreds of years, and I can't give it to you. So, can you please make room?"
Seeing the old Taoist asking for his dojo with a playful smile, the novice sneered: "Logically speaking, this is your place of cultivation, and it's normal for you to want to go back. But you don't want it sooner or later, but you want it now, that outsider boy
What kind of ecstasy soup was poured into you to ask you to help him like this?"
"How can you say you're helping him? He's not helping me?"
"Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, the novice monk raised his head and laughed. The bursts of laughter, from wild at the beginning, gradually became peaceful, and in the end, it was like Zen singing, shaking the void.
"Hey! I really don't want to fight!"
The old Taoist sighed, waved his cane, and knocked out an invisible little guy. He looked at the novice and said, "You can't win."
"Can't I beat you? If it was ten years ago, I really couldn't break your Hundred-fold Thousand-Blessing Clothes, but it's different now. If you want to help people outside, you are doing evil to us, the world, and your merits.
, how much more ability do you need? Forget it, I just took you in today to perfect my sixth demon god."
The little novice monk opened his hands, and huge power emerged from his fingertips, turning into Sanskrit characters flying around, building into huge haloes, layer upon layer building a complete barrier, layer upon layer of black
The mist spread from the gaps in the Sanskrit words, trying to swallow up the old Taoist.
The old Taoist just unfolded his sleeves, and in the purple aura of good fortune, phantoms such as longevity peach, wishful thinking, hydrangea, and a vase appeared, containing emotions such as gratitude, joy, and expectation, and naturally dispersed, falling into the black mist.
Among them, it is like a river lantern, illuminating one area, and like a big broom, easily sweeping away the black air around it.
However, the black energy is billowing and the merit is limited. Many shadows in the purple energy are still gradually dissipating under the impact of the black energy.
Upon seeing this, the old Taoist thought for a moment, then took the initiative to throw himself into the barrier, and was put into a gourd with purple and red writing by the little novice monk.
"Although I don't know what the outsider poured into you, but you can... what are you doing..."
The little novice monk looked at the gourd in his hand and saw little bits of fire rising up. He was shocked and angry.
This purple gourd is the sixth demon god he gave birth to, and the only demon god who has successfully absorbed the power of a blood fetus.
"Why? Of course it's to remove the longevity vitality of the blood fetus!"
The old Taoist's voice came from inside the gourd.
The little novice monk was furious: "Do you know, this is our chance to transcend heaven and earth!"
"Are we waiting for the opportunity to transcend heaven and earth? It must be your opportunity to transcend heaven and earth! When you came to me back then, my mind was constantly warning me, telling me that your choice was dangerous. But I couldn't find any other way.
I just thought that if I could save him, it would be good to be alone."
The old man's voice became fainter little by little.
"But after meeting that foreign boy, I felt a different atmosphere. At first, I got close to him because of the influence of the world, but later, I chose to help him because his attitude made me feel
When it comes to my past self, and the method I practice, my spiritual sense tells me that it may be a way out. Although this road is equally difficult, it seems to be able to save more people than yours..."
"Just because he can save more people? Even if there is no trace left in heaven and earth, I will become their subjects?"
When the little novice monk said these words, his face was ferocious, evil energy was billowing around his body, and the Buddha's light was dim, constantly compressing the purple energy of merit in the gourd.
"Apart from you and me, are there any normal living beings around now? The memory has been distorted, the thinking has been affected, and they are neither alive nor dead. If we can let them live, it doesn't matter whether they are our old friends or not..."
When the old man said this, his voice had become very low, and suddenly he raised his voice: "Found it!"
As the words fell, a wisp of purple energy flew out of the gourd, fell into the gourd vine, followed the vine, and went straight to the back of the gourd temple.
The little novice monk's expression changed instantly and he roared: "Not good!"
As he spoke, he rushed back, but before he could get close to the place where the blood fetus was stored, he saw a white light rising into the sky, exuding rich vitality, with purple energy rolling over it, weakening layer by layer, constantly consuming the vitality.
On the other side, Bai Niu, who was communicating with Milo, stood up suddenly, walked out of the place where he lived, and looked at the white light rising into the sky from the Calabash Temple and the falling purple energy.
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