Xiao Yaozhu's huge body lay on his back beside Chu Ge, his head resting on his forelimbs, his eyelids drooped, breathing slowly, steadily and forcefully, as if he was sleeping soundly.
Xian held the guqin and sat on the left side of Chu Ge without saying a word, but the faintly suppressed aura on his body reminded Lu Buwei all the time that this was an extremely powerful person who was beyond his ability to defeat.
Chu Ge, who was wearing a moon-white robe, was elegant and calm. Even though the person sitting in front of him was the famous Little Sword God, Chu Ge remained calm and chuckled. Chu Ge looked at him and said: "Senior Lu, this
It’s not a matter of whether you can defeat him. Think about it from another perspective, if you defeat him, what benefit will it bring to us in rescuing Qingjia?”
After a slight pause, Chu Ge's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Unless you can kill him."
Kill Zuyan? Weaken the strength of Daleiyin Temple?
Absolutely impossible!
Lu Buwei is still self-aware of this.
With his current strength, it is already a miracle that he can defeat Zu Yan. It is absolutely impossible to kill Zu Yan, and this is the territory of Buddhism and the territory of Daleiyin Temple. If Zu Yan falls, then Lu Buwei
Don't even think about leaving.
Lu Buwei was suddenly startled: "You said you wanted to rescue Qingjia?"
Chu Ge nodded and confessed straight to the point: "Yun Yun is my master, and we come from the same place - the Thirteen Wastelands..."
Chu Ge told Lu Buwei in general about his relationship with Yun Yun.
Hearing this, Lu Buwei already believed everything. He could not think of the reason why Chu Ge, as the Holy Son of Qinglian, would lie to him.
Chu Ge looked gloomy and said: "Senior Lu, I want to rescue them both just like you, but it's useless for you to fight with Daleiyin Temple so recklessly. The key now is to get in front of Daleiyin Temple.
Find Master and the others, and then take them away from the Western Region. As long as they are not in the Western Region, everything will be easy!"
As long as they find Qingjia, Yun Yun, and Lu Buwei, they can tear apart the space and leave the Western Region.
Once they leave the Western Region, the sky is high and the birds can fly. Daleiyin Temple will never be able to capture Qingjia and Yunyun again!
Although the Great Leiyin Temple and the Qinglian Holy Land are overlord-level super-powers in one domain, if they do something across domains, it will be extremely difficult and full of obstacles. The Great Leiyin Temple is eager to hunt down the two of them because they are also worried about this.
a little.
Lu Buwei nodded, and then asked: "We are single and weak, how can we be one step ahead of the Great Leiyin Temple?"
Chu Ge's eyes flashed slightly and he slowly uttered four words.
Boom!
Lu Buwei tore apart the space, grabbed Chu Ge's arm, and forcibly took him across thousands of miles, while Xiaozhuo Hexian continued to stay on the flying boat.
After two or three breaths.
When Chu Ge landed, what came into view was a familiar scene - the Holy Land of Jingtan.
Only Zu Xian, the abbot of the Jingtan Holy Land, can help them, deduce the future, spy on fate, and possess powerful means. Zu Xian is not good at fighting, but he has in-depth research on spirituality, luck, etc., which is rare in the Western Regions.
The only one.
But standing in front of the Holy Land of Jingtan, Chu Ge and Lu Buwei stopped.
There was a man sitting on the stone steps, his eyes closed, his face ashen, as if he was terminally ill, as if he was petrified and motionless, unable to even notice that he was breathing. If Chu Ge could not vaguely feel the boundless energy in his body.
With all his energy and blood, he suspected that this was a dead person.
As far as the eye could see, there was not a single disciple of the Pure Altar Holy Land.
Only him.
Two or three withered yellow leaves fell leisurely on his cassock, and one of them happened to fall in his palm.
He opened his eyes, as if he didn't see Chu Ge and Lu Buwei, but looked at the fallen leaves in his palms, with tender eyes, and sang loudly: "One flower and one fallen leaf, one thought and one ups and downs. Both donors have a bright future, don't give up."
If you persist in your stubbornness, you will destroy your Taoist body, and you will regret it beyond words."
The eminent monk, who is about forty years old, is guarding the only road leading to the Holy Land of Jingtan. He is holding the fallen leaves with two fingers and is silent, as if he has realized the Buddhist principles. He is like the Buddha coming into the world, with awe spreading all over his body.
The Buddhist righteousness is peaceful and bright, like the sunshine in March, making people feel warm but not burning.
In him, Chu Ge saw the Buddha nature, which was far deeper than Zuze's.
As far as Buddhist attainments are concerned, Zu Ze is afraid that he is not as good as him.
"Master Zuwu?" Lu Buwei asked in surprise, but this sentence, "Master," came from the bottom of his heart.
"I have been sitting in the temple for a long time, meditating, and studying Buddhist scriptures. I am in a trance like a dream. Thousands of years have passed in the world, and it is like this! I never thought that people in the younger generation would actually recognize this poor monk. I am ashamed."
Zu Wu clasped his palms together and looked at Lu Buwei, "This benefactor's swordsmanship reaches the sky and is sharp. He is very good at it. He can be said to be the number one person in the world of gods with his sword skills. He is feared in future generations. The benefactor is what the world calls the Little Sword God."
Is it Lu Buwei?"
Lu Buwei was horrified.
Zu Wu looked at Chu Ge again, his expression calmed slightly: "Donor, you...you..."
For a long time, Zu Wu didn't say anything.
"The donor is a strange person, the most amazing person in the world!" Zu Wu sighed deeply, "The Holy Son Qinglian has an extraordinary talent, and the donor's achievements are at the lowest level a great emperor."
Lu Buwei raised his eyebrows, Zu Wu’s words had a profound meaning!
What does "the lowest is also the great emperor" mean?
Does Zu Wu think that Chu Ge can reach the realm of the great emperor?
Immortal Emperor?
Are you kidding me, the Immortal Emperor was not born in three epochs!
but......
Lu Buwei thought to himself that if there was anyone in the world who could attain enlightenment and become an emperor, then Chu Ge would indeed have the greatest hope.
"Master Zuwu stopped us from climbing the mountain, right?" Chu Ge asked.
"Please come back."
Zu Wu said: "The poor monk has discussed with senior brother Zu Xian. Senior brother does not want to intervene in the arrest of Qingjia. In exchange, he also promised not to help you anymore."
The Jingtan Holy Land disobeyed the orders of the Great Leiyin Temple, and Zuze was naturally furious. It happened that Zuwu's thousand-year period was over, and he broke out, so he sent Zuwu to communicate with Zuxian, and the two sides reached an agreement.
The Jingtan Holy Land is neutral and will not help anyone.
"No matter what, when we see Master Zu Xian, we will ask him personally." Chu Ge understood that Zu Xian had difficulties, but Chu Ge could not give up.
Lu Buwei said in a deep voice: "I'm offended!"
Zu Wu let go of the fallen leaves and let them drift in the wind, and said slowly: "To prevent others from saying that the poor monk bullies the young and bullies the weak, let the two donors come together."
Together?
Lu Buwei has the same power as Zu Yan. Is Zu Wu stronger than Zu Yan?
Just now, Zuwu said, "Being in a trance is like a dream, leaving the world for a thousand years." Could it be that Zuwu practiced in seclusion for a thousand years?!
After thousands of years of practicing Zen, what kind of Taoist mind is this!
Whoosh!
Lu Buwei made a move with his arm, and the brocade sword was unsheathed!
Suddenly, the sky was filled with sword light!
call out!
Lu Buwei soared into the sky and flew up to nine heavens, like an eagle soaring. The saint's cultivation exploded, making the heaven and earth rumble like thunder and rain. The sky was gloomy, the immortal energy was vast, and a ray of sword light was like a continuous rain.