Chapter 83 The Eighth Patriarch of Yan and the Walking Monk
Thousands of miles away, in a deserted desert, several black rocks hundreds of feet high stood like divine swords.
On the top of one of the black rock cliffs, Yan Mei'er, a girl with bright red gauze, was sitting on the edge of the cliff, swinging her legs lightly, looking a little bored.
The black hair on the temples is flying, the beauty is unparalleled, and the two red silks on the arms are floating.
A strong gust of wind blew through, scattering dust, and a few withered tumbleweeds drew a few inconspicuous tracks on the surface of the fine sand, and were blown far away by the wind.
In the sky, there are even a few rows of sand gulls soaring.
The land is vast and the beauty is picturesque.
A flash of bright red embellished a corner of the desert, as if the next moment he would be flying high on the clouds, rushing to the unknown palace in the sky. That is where the beautiful woman should belong, undisturbed by the world, and unconcerned by the passing years.
It's hard to imagine that this descendant of the great thief Yan, who was famous for ripping people's hearts out across the desert, could show such an elegant, poignant and peaceful manner.
At this moment, she was alone, and King Wu's guard had escorted Qi Huan away.
In that battle ten days ago, if Qi Huan hadn't taken action without permission, there would have been room for maneuver and the fight might not have been possible. But since they had already fought, she didn't expect this result!
Hao Yida beheaded the white-haired King Wu, and the other King Wu was also seriously injured.
Qi Huan was hacked by the young monk and took away the perfect imperial weapon newly given by the family elders, and the vision of the winter season was also damaged. It was nothing to have two osmanthus trees broken, and he could recover after practicing for some time.
, but the strange phenomenon in Dantian actually showed signs of contamination!
On the snow, there were a few red plum-like blood stains that refused to go away no matter what.
That's bloodstain.
The dantian vision is a natural gift. If it is contaminated by this, it may affect future achievements. She had to send Qi Huan away from her and let him return to the family to cultivate, and let the family elders find a way to remedy it. With Qi Huan's qualifications
, having the vision of a companion, it is inevitable to be promoted to the realm of true martial arts. If the cultivation level is stopped because of this, after the little lunatic of the Qi family comes out of seclusion, he learns that his younger brother has been killed by her, and he will not be able to fight against her!
The more I think about this section, the overwhelming resentment in my heart cannot be vented.
When I recall the hateful face of that little bastard when he asked Hao Yidao to kill her with a lewd smile, I want to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives!
No matter when, as long as the time is right, you will kill this slutty woman for me, do you dare to agree?
Of all the humiliations I have suffered in my life, this is the worst!
Clenching her teeth, she cursed bitterly, vowing to take out his heart and crush it in front of his eyes, when she suddenly remembered a kind voice behind her.
"Mei'er, why do you look so unhappy? Tell me, ancestor, who bullied you?"
At some point, an arrogant old man appeared behind Yan Meier, with a rosy face and a radiant look, as if he had appeared from the void.
When he appeared in this area, there was no wind for thousands of miles. In the distance, all the sand gulls died and fell from the sky!
"Ancestor, why are you here?" Yan Meier was displeased and turned her head angrily.
"Oh, with such great resentment, do you think this large magic circle does not require strength?" The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch her pretty face, "Aren't you with the Third Ancestor?"
Come on, whoever bullies you, even the lord of the big city in the West Desert, dares to bully our Meier, they will all be killed."
Yan Meier hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and immediately told the whole story, including the twists and turns of stalking Liu Shuzhu in the city, and the whole grudge between her and Hao Yidao, without reservation, and in extremely detail.
Sure enough, the old man's face darkened.
"How can we do this kind of thing when we are fighting against each other? Even if we do it, how can we let outsiders do it and leave us with clues!?"
Yan Mei'er pouted in grievance and remained silent.
"This is nothing in normal times. Even if the matter is exposed, it is better not to admit it. But now that the Skeleton King has been born, bringing with him the supreme power, everyone in the family except the Qin family is in danger. The Qi Bandit King has been fighting with the Qin family for so many years. The Skeleton King has been fighting with the Qin family for so many years.
You were there when the king was born, what happened after he saw the king? You girl, you are so confused!"
The news that the Skeleton King had not died for seven thousand years spread like wildfire and had already spread throughout the Western Desert.
The strong men from the thieves' sect came out in full force and followed the king's footsteps to the west.
There are dozens of Perfection-level ancestors born, which is almost the deepest foundation among the thieves. How many Emperors of Perfection are there in the entire Western Desert?
If these people get together, as long as they don't meet the Great Emperor, they can sweep the world!
The old man in front of me has a very high status and has not been involved in worldly affairs for many years. He has a place in perfection.
Although the Yan Bandits are not the strongest family in the bandit sect, they are still in the middle. In addition to the Yan Bandits King, there are eight ancestors who have reached the perfect level. The old man is the youngest among the eight, ranking eighth, and is known as Yan Ba in the world.
Ancestor!
Yan Mei'er was his direct descendant, so he had loved her very much since he was a child. If not, even if the Yan family's Supreme Emperor was killed, it would be difficult for him to be born.
Yan Meier retorted: "So what if the Skeleton King comes back, I just don't recognize him."
Yan Bazu reprimanded: "How dare you lie in front of the Skeleton King!"
People throughout the ages have become like gods, and just thinking about it makes people feel awe-inspiring.
"Okay, I will accompany you. Let's go there and take a look first. If they run away, just let the young boys come and kill them. You are the only girl who dares to let me be born, just for a few
A little caterpillar in the innate realm.”
Most of the "junior boys" he calls are thousand-year-old monsters, all of whom are strong men at the level of the Martial Emperor.
Yan Mei'er smiled happily: "Mei'er knows that you love Mei'er the most!"
Although Yan Meier is a contemporary descendant of the eight ancestors of the Yan family, she has only met three of them.
When she was near the divine mine, she arrived with the Feitian Pirate Ship. The big shot of the Yan family who was shrouded in thick gray fog, Ben Lei, was the third ancestor of the Yan family. The other one was the fifth ancestor and the one in front of her.
The eighth ancestor.
The remaining five ancestors have been in seclusion for hundreds of years. She was not born when they came out of seclusion. They have only seen portraits and have no chance to meet the real person!
Emperor Yuanman has a lifespan of more than four thousand years, and her bloodline has been passed down for dozens or even hundreds of generations. Her love for the bloodline of her descendants has long been weak, but the Eighth Patriarch Yan only loves her, which is a rare exception.
Yan Bazu once lamented to her that the deeper a warrior's cultivation, the more powerful he is, and the longer he lives, the less human he becomes.
This is absolutely true.
The ultimate person hopes for destruction, and when the period of destruction is complete, he wants to achieve the status of the great emperor. Although the realm of the great emperor is called immortal, it cannot be truly immortal, so he still has to search for it.
Find where the sage’s footsteps are.
Seek more eternal life!
"Ancestor, why don't you follow the king to the west?"
"The King of Thieves has gone west in person, and six old guys have also gone. According to this place, it's not that far away, and there is no shortage of idlers like me."
"By the way, you said back then that six of the seven ancestral flags were buried underground with the king. But when the king was born this time, why was the Yan family's ancestral flag the only one missing?"
Yan Bazu shook his head, wondering what had happened to the mine in the past seven thousand years.
He sighed: "The king has returned, but the sacred mine is gone. Even though we are called Perfect, and we are said to be invincible under the emperor, there are still many things that we can't control. What we can't control, let him do it."
, why bother yourself."
As Yan Bazu said, he took one of her arms and took a step forward. The space in front of him cracked open like a mirror, and the array patterns shone. After the two of them escaped into the void, the dazzling beam of teleportation light took off.
And up.
A hundred feet of black rock was reduced to a pile of black dust, as if it had never stood at all.
…
Time goes back half a quarter of an hour.
Still thousands of miles away, the Ouyang family's small oasis was still crowded with people.
Six or seven monks stepped on the yellow sand and appeared in everyone's field of vision from the distant horizon.
To be precise, there are seven monks, all wearing ordinary linen monk robes and looking unprepossessing. While walking, each of them always clasped his hands in front of his chest, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and recited Buddhist scriptures.
Before anyone arrives, the sound of the sutra spreads far and wide!
There was a monk in front of him, with a faint Buddha's light covering his head. The six monks followed his steps, guarding behind him, and walked towards the oasis in a leisurely manner.
When the young monk heard the sound of the scriptures, he looked happy and walked over there, saying, "Monk Yanji is here!"
Hao Yidao was well-informed and said blankly: "Monk Yanji, is he the number one monk in Mingwang Temple?"
The others did not hear the name "Yanji", but when they saw the faint light of Buddha behind his head, they knew it was an unparalleled divine monk, and they also breathed a sigh of relief.
The so-called rescue troops finally arrived.
The young monk nodded solemnly: "Well, that's him! Unless the Yan Demon Girl can invite the ancestor of the Perfect Level, she will look good!"
Monk Yanji is the first elder of the law enforcement hall in Damingwang Temple, also known as the first walker. If a disciple in the sect violates the rules and precepts, he will usually be handed over to the law enforcement hall to deal with it.
In addition to enforcing the law, law enforcement monks also shoulder an important task - to walk in the world and subjugate demons.
To put it bluntly, he just vents his anger on the monks' fights.
Since he subdues demons and specializes in injustices in the world, he naturally wants to fight with others, so he is not afraid of killing!
Nowadays, in an era when martial arts are popular, if a Buddhist monk only has a eloquent mouth, he may not be able to be ranked first among the ten sects.
According to rumors, Monk Yanji has the strength to kill Emperor Wu, and it is difficult for him to meet his opponent if he is perfect.
Buddhist practice has always been different from other sects. Most of the holy monks who can cultivate the Buddha's light will not be born easily.
This is especially true of the Daming King Temple. The old monks who have reached the realm of Zhenwu basically stay in the temple and meditate without moving, so their status as the first monks makes them even more noble!
"Monk Yanji is the most famous walking monk in the temple. He has walked for three thousand years in this world of mortals."
A simple sentence makes people awe-inspiring, and they dare not despise it in the slightest!
The mortal world has lasted for hundreds of generations, summer has gone and cold has come for three thousand years, the mulberry fields have changed, but there is a monk who has not returned since he entered the world of mortals. What he has walked under his feet is no longer a journey, but actually years.
Even Hao Yidao stood up to avoid appearing rude. Not to mention Scarface and others, these big shots who could live for thousands of years looked so real in their eyes for the first time!