On the Demon Prison Peak, everything is dark due to the restriction of the Demon Gate. As a Buddhist monk, Wuxu holds a prayer wheel in his right hand and a small rosewood Buddha bead in his left hand. No matter where he walks or stands, he looks very eye-catching, as if in the dark night.
of a bright light.
The young man who sneaked into the cave that Wuxu had broken open before and obtained a magic weapon called the Three-thorn Fork, merged into the boundless demonic energy of the Demon Prisoner Peak and followed Wuxu from a distance.
Whenever Wuxu broke a larger restriction and a cave appeared, the young man would wait for Wuxu to leave and then sneak in. After a while, he would hold a magic weapon and run there happily.
A woman who lives high on the Devil's Prison Peak.
Wuxu was holding his breath in his heart and smashed it all the way. It seemed that if the Demon Sect monk did not appear and Zhao Tong could not find it, he would smash the Demon Prisoner Peak to pieces. However, this restriction became deeper and deeper as it went up, and the power became stronger.
The bigger.
At this moment, Wuxu came to a hillside halfway up the mountain. On this hillside, there was a tall building with black stone walls and moss-covered walls. The roof was covered with green tiles and white jade was hung on the eaves. When the wind blew, it made a sound.
Direct sound.
Wuxu walked forward and took a closer look. There was a wooden plaque with a corner missing on the front door, with three dagger-shaped characters on it, "Ghost Ax Gate". Wuxu sneered. The name was so tacky and it was halfway up the mountain. It seemed that
At that time, it was also a low-end magic sect. It showed a slight aura, and the two doors made a slight sound of paper and opened without any wind.
Stepping inside, stepping on the thick dead leaves on the stone slab, Wuxu went straight to the main hall in the middle. Perhaps because of Wuxu's Buddhist aura, Wuxu stepped in without searching, and the door of the main hall closed automatically.
The two crossed axes on the mural at the top suddenly turned into real objects and struck Wuxu head-on like a huge force.
Half an hour later, the roof of the main hall suddenly collapsed. Wuxu flew to the sky above the main hall and took a bird's-eye view of the Ghost Ax Gate. Then he landed, like the wind, clockwise, up and down, inside and outside the Ghost Ax Gate.
After searching for a while, it finally flew into the air and flew away.
A black shadow, like light smoke, floated into the Ghost Ax Gate, hurriedly towards the main hall.
In the main hall, at the top of the mural, where the two axes were, it seemed that someone had just snatched them away, exposing the stone slabs underneath. This black figure stared blankly at the empty mural and said to himself, "Why?
How could this happen? How could he get hold of the magic weapon?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his whole body's spiritual energy was stagnant and he could not move. As soon as the white light fell in front of him, Wuxu, who had left before, reappeared, with the prayer wheel in his hand turning slightly, exuding a dangerous aura.
"How long have you been following me?" Wuxu looked at the handsome and somewhat enchanting young man in front of him.
"Senior, please calm down. This junior didn't mean to follow senior. It's just that when I saw senior, he showed off his power and broke all kinds of restrictions. Junior admired him so much that he risked his life to follow him and get a glimpse of senior." The young man said quickly, as if
What he said did not go through the brain at all, it was completely subconscious thoughts; in other words, he really spoke from the bottom of his heart and did not lie.
"Don't be arrogant in front of the young monk. Otherwise, Amitabha." Although Wuxu called himself a young monk, his tone was deliberately sophisticated, but he showed the state of dealing with some social gangsters in his previous life, "Your sect is here."
Where? Did you kidnap a woman to the Demon Prisoner Peak today?"
"Senior Qi, junior Han Shuang was originally from the Ziyang Clan. After the six peaks were opened, he came with the master. He didn't want to accidentally enter the Demon Prisoner Peak." The young man spoke with a heavy tone and a low tone, as if he was talking to the police uncle in his previous life.
The fallen girl had a look of sadness on her face.
How could Wuxu believe it? The prayer wheel in his hand glowed with hot red light, melting the black air that could not stop rising from Han Shuang's body.
When Han Shuang saw that Wuxu secretly killed him, he relaxed and dispersed his spiritual power, seeming to regard death as home.
"Pretend! I told you to pretend!" Wuxu, who had been searching for Zhao Tong to no avail, cursed and stretched out his left index finger and placed it heavily on Han Shuang's forehead.
The pure Buddha's breath entered his body, along the meridians, and washed away the entrenched demonic energy like a destructive force.
Han Shuang groaned in pain and spurted out mouthfuls of black blood.
"Don't tell me!? Do you want the monk to search your soul!?" Wuxu increased his strength.
What he said was not completely threatening. Even if he did not use the Dharma Realm, Wuxu had discussed the guru's initiation with Duoji. The so-called guru's initiation, except for extremely profound ones, generally involves the guru putting one finger and one palm on the disciple.
On my forehead, I put what I have learned in my life
and enlightenment are passed down; but this technique can also be used reversibly. In turn, the guru uses it to gain insight into the disciple's sea of consciousness. In fact, the guru's initiation must also examine the disciple. In many cases, it is used both forward and reverse, with the reverse being used first.
It's correct; it's just that it's not enough for outsiders.
Han Shuang tilted his head slightly in pain and stubbornness, looking into the distance, letting Wuxu slaughter him.
At this time, a ray of black energy descended from the sky and attacked Wuxu. Wuxu raised the prayer wheel with his right hand and was about to turn out the red lotus and Vajra, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.
"I didn't expect that a dignified Buddhist monk would indiscriminately resort to such despicable means."
"Zhao Tong!" Wuxu was not angry but happy. He took back the prayer wheel and let Han Shuang go.
I saw a woman slowly appearing in mid-air, surrounded by demonic energy.
The woman photographed Han Shuang behind her and said to Wuxu while flying far away, "There is no Zhao Tong in the Demon Prisoner Peak. Master, you should look elsewhere."
"Don't deceive the young monk!" Wuxu flew up and followed closely.
The woman seemed to be coming and going freely on the Devil's Prison Peak, dodging left and right. Wuxu chased her with all his strength, but she couldn't touch her clothes.
As he flew higher and higher, Wuxu felt that he was about to reach the limit of the restriction that had not been broken. He shouted, separated his forehead, and used his clairvoyance, a golden light, to completely see the woman in front of him.
Under the golden light, the black air dissipated, and the woman's true appearance was vaguely revealed. Her graceful figure and curved eyebrows looked very much like Zhao Tong.
Just as Wuxu was about to call out, he saw the woman wave her hand behind her back, and a white pearl struck towards his open eyes, and then turned into a trace of black energy and disappeared.
Wuxu just looked at the woman carefully. The pearl was as fast as a shooting star and hit the eye of Wuxu's forehead! Wuxu yelled, leaving blood and tears on his forehead.
Zhao Tong!
The pearl that had just penetrated his heavenly eye was the one that he had given to Zhao Tong after refining it using Buddhist methods in Dadu that day.
You are possessed, why are you treating me like this?!
Wuxu stumbled and floated in the air, his heart cramped, and he almost wanted to fall into the clouds.
..
Near the highest peak of Prisoner Demon Peak, Zhao Tong, wearing a white scarf, was commanding more than a dozen monks to attack a forbidden area. These dozen monks were lured here by the Five Demons of Southern Gansu.
Tai, under the guidance of Zhao Tong, converted to practice the demonic path. Later, driven by Zhao Tong, he broke/released the restriction and prepared to climb to the top of the Demon Prisoner Peak.
Zhao Tong, standing in the clouds, watched the dozen or so monks constantly attacking the entrance of the cave that exuded boundless demonic energy. He had a thousand thoughts in his mind, "This cave seems to need to absorb the blood essence of thousands of monks.
Only then can it be opened. In this way, it is only a few dozen meters long, I don’t know how long it will take?!”
Looking at the monk who was completely unaware of his steps and was working very hard, Zhao Tong suddenly thought of Liu Futong's landscape screen in Anfeng City.
It is said that one general can make thousands of bones dry up. The mountains and rivers on all sides have absorbed the unyielding souls of the rebel soldiers before they can have such power. And here, if I want to climb to the top of Demon Prisoner Peak, I don’t know how many of these will be needed.
The monks came to fill it?
I was woken up the night before and realized that I was a saint from the Demon Sect. I recovered my magic skills in the Xuan Yin Yun Demonic Array, and then learned about the Demon Prisoner Peak. After sneaking in, I realized that there are not many shortcuts to the Demon Sect.
.If I want to truly control the Demon Prisoner Peak, and if I want to fulfill Liu Futong’s last wish and raise an army to destroy the Yuan Dynasty, I will also have to kill endlessly, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Suddenly, Zhao Tong felt a pain in his heart and thought of Wuxu inexplicably.
"You are a Buddhist monk, but I am a member of the Demonic Sect. Buddha and Demon are incompatible. I hope we can both remember the first encounter and the first wish to overthrow Yuanting. If we can meet in the sky, we will
See you again."
Thinking of this a thousand times, Zhao Tong couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and looked at the sky.
A black shadow crossed the horizon and landed in front of Zhao Tong.
In the black air, Yingying laughter came, and Han Shuang rolled to the ground below; a charming woman walked out and said to Zhao Tong, "Sister, your new disciple is quite courageous.
, looking for treasures everywhere. Fortunately, my sister happened to be passing by, so he saved his life."
Zhao Tong looked at this woman with a complicated expression. She was the one who led him into the Xuanyin Yun Demonic Array that night and restored his demonic body! According to his seniority, he had to be called senior sister.
This Han Shuang originally saw that he was framed by his master Yue Feiyang and was thrown into the Demon Prisoner Peak. He was moved by the scene, felt pity in his heart, and rescued him with the Nether Demon Transformation Finger; but he did not want to take him under his command and let him wander around the Demon Prisoner Peak.
Unexpectedly, something happened and she was rescued by Yang Yingrong.
Zhao Tong and Yang Yingrong saw the ceremony, waved their sleeves, and sent Han Shuang back to the original cave, "Senior Sister Yang, now our Demon Sect is weak and weak, far inferior to Lianfa Peak, Qingjing Peak and other places. That's it.
After opening the Demon Prisoner Peak, the current situation is not optimistic. I wonder if Senior Sister has any advice?"
Yang Yingrong smiled softly and said, "Although I am your senior sister, you are the saint. No matter how I act, I will follow your lead. If there is any mission, my sister will announce the order."
After saying that, the figure flashed and gradually disappeared.
..
Because of the Buddha's breath brought by Wuxu's finger, Han Shuang's whole body ached, and he kept moaning and tossing and turning. Lying on the cold stone platform, he was in a daze, as if he had returned to the scene when he fell into the Demon Prison Peak on the first night.
I watched the master's wife burst into tears, but I was helpless. Her face was so ugly due to the demonic energy, and her chest was broken and painful after being hit by the master's palm. A woman gently touched her whole body with a finger, and
All the spiritual energy in his body turned into demonic energy. He saved himself, but also harmed himself.
Okay, okay! Han Shuang was confused and shouted twice. The monk's Buddha's breath was pure and passed into his body. The Buddha's breath fought with the demonic energy, and the fight would turn him upside down!
Suddenly, the woman appeared next to him again, lowered her head, and kissed her stiff lips.
"Master's Wife!" Han Shuang murmured in his heart, and a soft body vaguely pressed over him.
..
Wuxu sat on the boulder in front of the Ghost Ax Gate, feeling cold in his heart. Unexpectedly, Zhao Tong was tricked and turned into a demon cultivator! Moreover, although he seemed to recognize him, he did not want to meet him.
If Zhao Tong is kidnapped by the Demon Sect, even if she is tortured, or even her innocence is tainted by the Demon Sect monks! I can accept it! But I am afraid that she will fall for herself! I am afraid that she will be taken away from her body, like a walking corpse!
Especially the last situation, Wuxu couldn't even think about it. He had taken Moen's body once, and he knew how powerful it was. The body was hers, but it was no longer her!
She was actually dead, but her body was driven, played with, and trampled on by the demons!
Wuxu cannot face such a result!
"I have heard that for a time the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, all the indescribable Buddhas in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, as well as the great Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas, came to assemble to praise Sakyamuni Buddha.
In the evil world of five turbidities, the power of inconceivable great wisdom and supernatural powers appears to tame strong sentient beings and understand the laws of suffering and happiness. Each of them sends his attendants to inquire about the World Honored One."
After enlightenment, he couldn't help but sit cross-legged and recite "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra", as if Zhao Tong had died.
A slender figure appeared in the air, looking at Wuxu quietly.
Zhao Tong! Wuxu stopped chanting, stood up and walked slowly over.
"Yes." The woman's figure and face gradually appeared in the darkness, and she looked at Wuxu with a smile.
Wuxu also smiled slightly and stretched out his hands.
The two figures hugged each other tightly.
Dark clouds surged, the Buddha's light shone, and light and darkness were entangled together.
Wuxu seemed to have returned to the past. In the Dharma Realm, there were countless flying gods, colorful clothes and flowers.
As the saying goes
The devil is by my side, flying to the sky is the joy in my heart.
We are still in love together in the peak, but we hope that there will be more spring scenery in the world.
.....
The green mountains were originally by my side and the white clouds were in front of me
The blue sea is the joy in my heart and I spent my childhood in the wind
When you faced the mountains and seas, you vowed to love each other forever.
Unexpectedly, the sea and mountains have changed so much that they will never be the same again.
Who made Qingshan change his tacky face?
And who made the blue sea turn into a turbid current?
I’m still in love with you in the wind, but I haven’t let the stormy clouds break my promise
Even if the sea withers and the green mountains sink, the oath I made to you will not change.