After this Dao Discussion Conference, countless monks have stayed in Luolan City in the Western Region.
This is the cave heaven paradise where three monks ascended to heaven!
Monks all over the world are saying that above the yellow sand, Zhenmo Temple is the place where all the world's opportunities gather.
In the Zhenmo Temple.
In the Shura Hall, the red-robed monk and the old monk faced each other cross-legged, looking at each other without saying a word.
The wooden fish of the old monk Shanyu was originally given to Jiang Su, but now he can only twist the beads with his hands to calculate the Buddha's name.
The two have been at a stalemate for a whole month.
"Hey, I asked you two, could you please have a word? I feel annoyed when I see you like this every day here."
The little boy held a few small stones in his hand and threw them at the two people from time to time, watching the stones roll down to form a barrier and then be crushed by their spiritual power.
As one of the few remaining demon cultivators in the world, Higashino Higashikata has been controlled in the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
In fact, this person did it voluntarily.
Liu Yunqing is the last person among the demon cultivators in this world who can ascend. After stepping out of the void, the rest of the demon cultivators are equivalent to being notified of their death date in disguise.
Higashino doesn't want to wait to die.
He was well aware of the special position of Zhenmo Temple in this world, so he resolutely stayed here to practice, waiting for the day when heaven would open its eyes and reward him with an opportunity.
He is now a well-known little devil boy in the world of cultivation, and is known as the number one master of evil.
As the only descendant of the formation cultivation family, the Higashino family in the Northern Territory, I don’t know how many people want to come to him to ask for advice on formation techniques.
He didn't hide anything, he taught everything that needed to be taught, and now there are several people who claim to be his disciples running behind him all day long.
"Let me tell you, since Fang Zhe has something to ask for, just ask for it. It's a good idea. This old monk can help you with my Su Su's reputation."
Dong Yexian tried to persuade him countless times, but both Fang Zhe and the old monk pretended not to hear.
He simply climbed onto Fang Zhe's body, moving his hands and feet randomly, taking the opportunity to touch several bottles of elixirs left by Jiang Su.
Fang Zhe noticed his intention, raised his hand to block it loosely, and the man flew out directly.
The gate of Luohan Hall is closed.
"I want to know who the soul in my sword is."
Fang Zhe finally spoke and took the initiative to place his Han-Zhan Dao flat in front of him.
The old monk Shanyu's eyes were always wide open. Hearing the sound, he lowered his head to look at his knife.
After a long time, he stopped grinding the beads and covered the cold-killing knife with the one hundred and eight beads hanging on his wrist.
"Does the donor remember what I said that day?"
"Yes. But I feel that there is too much blood on my hands and I am not allowed to enter Buddhism."
The kind-hearted old monk shook his head, "No, no, no, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"In the past, there was Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, who vowed that hell would not be empty and vowed not to become a Buddha. Now there is a benefactor who kills blood relatives and sends them to reincarnation in the next life. He is willing to enter the endless hell and be spurned and insulted by thousands of people."
"You have Buddha nature and have a predestined relationship with Buddha."
Fang Zhe didn't care about this man's judgment of himself. There were other reasons why he didn't enter the Buddhist path.
Buddhist cultivators...cannot find a Taoist partner.
"How can you tell me who the soul in my sword is?"
Seeing how stubborn he was, the old monk Shan Yu sighed deeply and silently wrapped the beads around his knife a few more times.
"After you ascend, take this sword-wrapped Buddha bead to my Buddhist realm, the Western Paradise, and ask for a word for us and other people in this realm."
Her square-folded long eyelashes drooped, her eyes flickered, she raised the long knife wrapped in brown beads in front of her and looked at it carefully.
His knife had been re-refined by him, and the blade was extremely sharp. He never expected that it could not cut through the rope of beads.
"Okay, I agree."
Fang Zhe raised his hand and raised his four fingers to the sky, "I, Fang Zhe, after clearing my doubts, will ascend to the upper realm and go to the Western Paradise to seek a mantra for Buddhist practice in this realm. If I break my promise, my body will be shattered, my bones will be shattered, and my soul will be scattered."
Suddenly there was thunder in the sky.
The good-tongued old monk slightly nodded his head.
"Can."
"The soul in your sword is your former close relative, and its attribute is Yin. Therefore, the bloodthirsty name of Heartbreaker was changed from Yang to Cut Cold."
After saying this, Fang Zhe froze on the spot, with only the old monk's unhurried words in his mind, "My dearest relative in the past."
In the past, he only had three closest relatives, his father, mother, and...the sister who was devoured by him.
"Buzz——"
Fang Zhe's mind suddenly went blank, and he seemed to have returned to the day when he discovered the truth.
"Xiao Zhe is back. Your father is cooking today. Come and try his cooking skills."
"Where's my sister?"
"Xiao Yuan, it's at your father's side."
A man in a white robe was blocking the door of the restaurant, holding a plate of meatballs that were smoking hot and sizzling.
"Xiao Zhe, try one."
He took the chopsticks and swallowed them.
"Where's my sister?"
"Xiao Yuan, here you are, how does it taste?"
He rushed in, lifted the lid of the stove, and saw an unrecognizable mass being fried in oil and water, with black hair tangled on the edge of the stove.
The white-robed monk held his forehead and walked behind him, "Look at me, I forgot to shave my breasts."
…
The subsequent memories flew through his sea of consciousness like a revolving lantern.
Finally, the scene turned to him dressed in red, standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The heartbreaking knife was shattered at his feet.
The sea of consciousness collapsed, he collapsed completely, and his red clothes were soaked in the sea of blood.
The blood that enveloped him was so cold and bone-chilling that it once flowed hot through the bodies of his former classmates.
He wanted to die in this endless hell.
At a certain moment, a weak soul fell into his broken knife, and the Heartbroken Knife reshaped its shape.
She called herself Daoling Zhanhan, and she told him with her thoughts through the connection between flesh and blood of her closest relatives.
"My name is Zhan Han, and I am your sword spirit."
The red-clothed monk's collapsed sea of consciousness was tightly tied to each fragment by white threads like a spider web. Unfortunately, some of his past had been shattered into powder, and no matter how disconnected the threads were, they could not be retained.
Cut off the cold, I am willing to cut off the cold of the past for my brother.
…
The big dream comes back.
Fang Zhe's eyes regained clarity.
The red-clothed monk noticed that the corners of his eyes felt cold for some reason, and when he raised his hand to wipe them, his tears came out.
He murmured in a low voice: "Xiao Yuan."
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Because his body was thrown into a frying pan and made into a dish that stimulated him, his soul was not refined by Shi Ren.
"It turns out to be Xiao Yuan..."
Fang Zhe gently stroked the long sword, which was extra solemn and powerful after he had re-refined it, and his fingers couldn't stop trembling.
Holding a long knife in his hand, he stood up and saluted the old monk, then turned and left.
He knows how to ascend.
He also wants to take important people with him.
…
Eastern Region.
The monk in red clothes carried the monk in white clothes, and the two of them got into the refining room.
One year.
Two years.
…
ten years.
One day.
"Junior brother, our master and uncle may not be able to leave seclusion this year. If it snows heavily in a few days, we won't be able to celebrate our master's birthday. Those flower demons will make trouble with me again."
The black-robed swordsman was lying lazily on the tree, holding a branch in the corner of his mouth, with a sad look on his face.
Under the tree, Chen Zeshen wore a pure white fox fur, held a bamboo pen, and painted pictures on the fan.
"Bang——" there was a loud noise.
His hand shook, and another drop of the painting fell.
After realizing the source of the sound, he immediately raised his eyes and looked towards the refining room not far away.
The door is open.
The monk in white was the first to walk out.
The red monk followed closely behind.
Behind the two of them is a little girl of two or three years old wearing a white velvet and red coat skirt.
Xu Yan fell directly from the tree, stood up, patted the ashes on his body, and said in shock: "Master, uncle, you... gave birth to a child?"
Xu Shuye had a smile on his face, but when he heard these words, the muscles on his face twitched.
Chen Zeshen hit his stupid senior brother hard on the head with a fan, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking!"
Fang Zhe bent down and put the little girl on his arm, "This is my sister, Fang Yuan."
"You have a sister? You are in seclusion for her." Chen Zeshen frowned slightly, feeling complicated.
No wonder this person was so good at taking care of Jiang Su! It turns out he has experience!
The little knife spirit didn't want to sit on his arm, so it fluttered a few times before jumping to the ground again.
"Brother, if you don't want to sit down, look for Sister Susu."
Fang Yuan put his hands into his sleeves and looked up at Fang Zhe eagerly.
The monk in red slightly curled his lips, turned around, and looked back at the ladder falling in the sky with golden light.