Wuxu realized the enlightenment of Guanyin Bodhisattva, obtained the Sanqing Pill of Zhengyi Sect to exorcise inner demons, and learned that Poyang Lake was finally victorious. He felt that his body and mind were empty, and he left Qixia Mountain and flew towards Hongze Lake happily.
The night was raining with the wind, and dark clouds were rolling in. Wuxu breathed in the cool air. He didn't care whether Zhu Yuanzhang's soldiers or Wang Baobao's generals below saw the moonlight Bodhisattva seal on his hand, like an arrow of light, carrying the people who returned at night.
, sliding across the sky.
When he reached the sky above Hongze Lake, Wuxu took out the jade talisman from the prayer wheel, injected it with spiritual power, and sent a message with his spiritual consciousness. After a while, he saw the lake surface churning, parting from it, and Zhao Tong slowly flew up from the bottom of the lake into the sky.
When Wuxu told him about the great victory at Poyang Lake, Zhu Yuanzhang would soon turn around, and the Yuan army had nothing to worry about. Mo Ruo let go of his attachments, left the Demon Sect, and went up Mount Lu to practice the Lotus Dharma with himself. Zhao Tong first smiled faintly, and then shook his head slightly, "The Yuan Dynasty has not been destroyed.
, Bai Lian is not happy, so what if he goes to Mount Lu?"
Wuxu didn't expect Zhao Tong to be so persistent. He was stunned and said in a slower tone, "The Yuan Dynasty has been exhausted, and Zhu Yuanzhang will destroy it. The White Lotus Sect is now returning to Hualien Miaofa Sect, and Shi Hai and others are revitalizing it, so why bother doing everything by hand?
"
Zhao Tong saw that Wuxu didn't understand the meaning of his words, so he couldn't help but sigh, and across the rootless water in the sky, he looked at Wuxu who had a sincere but a little bit of displeasure, and said, "Do you know
If the Lushan Tongtian Formation is to be opened, the six peaks must be opened one by one first?"
Wuxu suddenly noticed that he was happy and anxious, anxious and angry. He stood there and secretly took a breath of cold water in the night to calm his mind. He nodded slightly as Zhao Tong asked, "I know, what do you want to say?"
What? Yes
Doesn't it take a lot of ghost energy and demonic energy to control the Demon Prisoner Peak and Rakshasa Peak? Therefore, in this world, there will always be swords and weapons, until there is someone who can control the Demon Prisoner Peak and Rakshasa Peak.
Big devil, is there peace just now?"
"Since you know the reason, you should know that it is useless to go up to Lushan Mountain at this moment. It is better for us to stay at the foot of the mountain and lead this catastrophe in the world. Don't let more Han people be slaughtered." Although Zhao Tong's body was covered in all directions,
The demonic aura lingered, but the words he spoke had a dignified aura of their own.
Wuxu looked at Zhao Tong, who had a solemn look on his face, and couldn't help but secretly sigh. He clasped his hands together and said, "Tong'er, if you are contaminated with killing in the world again, I'm afraid you will become a demon and be unable to extricate yourself. The karma will be great. It should be noted that not only
Most of the Han people, even the Mongols, are innocent people."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Tong's whole body momentum changed. On the lake below, waves hit the sky, and the continuous night rain seemed to have started to rush. The night was intertwined with the devilish energy, and the cold rain was swaying with the cold wind.
After a long time, Wuxu heard Zhao Tong's voice coming coldly, "I forgot that in Dadu, you were treated with great courtesy in Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, and you were also known as the Lamaist Dharma-promoting Elder.
Head. No wonder, I have great compassion."
Wuxu smiled bitterly, "You have been in Dadu for a long time, haven't you seen that Han people are not the only ones who suffer? You can't look like this."
"What a great Dharma-promoting elder! Do you turn a blind eye to the differences between Mongolians, Semu people, Han people, and Southerners? Or have you really cultivated Buddhism to the point where you don't care about anything and see through everything?" Zhao Tong said sharply, showing that he was a heroine in the army at the time.
The original color, mixed with the dark wind and rain, made Wuxu choke and breathless.
Wuxu didn't know how to explain his point of view to Zhao Tong, who was getting more and more excited as he talked, so he had to avoid the topic for the time being, "There is a cycle of cause and effect, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. To take a step back, evil people
Free evil people are tortured, Tong'er, why do you have to become a demon and kill people? Can't you correct the path and save people? Do you have to kill and kill people like rivers of blood? "
Seeing Zhao Tong standing there in the distance, silent and seeming to be moving, Wu Xufu took out another jade bottle and said, "This is the Zhengyi Sect's treasured elixir, the Sanqing Dan, which is best for exorcising inner demons. I thought back then, Xuanjizi
, use this elixir to protect your body, and then you dare to kill the Demon Prisoner Peak. If my estimate is not bad, you take this Sanqing elixir, and I will ask Master Pasiba and Master Yuanfa to protect you. You can disperse the demon attack and focus on it.
There should be no problem with the amendment/law.”
But I heard Zhao Tong's voice, which was far away and then near, "It's hard to be kind to you, but I think it's very good now. What's the difference between Buddha and demon? Lamaism is Buddhism, but it helps the evil. If you want to make a big formation
Open, enter the outer sky, the six peaks of Mount Lu,
Both good and evil must be refined one by one. As the saying goes, good and evil cannot coexist. That day, I flew out of the Demon Prisoner Peak with my demonic energy. Do you think there was any Buddhist or Taoist people who tried to intercept me? Humph, I don’t know about the Demon Prisoner.
The peak must be opened, so I am allowed to go down the mountain to practice magic!"
Having said this, Zhao Tong suddenly said quietly, "Wuxu, if you continue to think about using Buddhism to save me, maybe those people will get impatient and come down to trouble you!"
I don’t know whether it was Zhao Tong’s magical voice that was charming, or Wuxu’s inner feelings. Hearing Zhao Tong’s voice was slow, like a continuous night rain. Saying this, Wuxu couldn’t help but feel a little swaying in his mind. With the moist water vapor in the night sky on the lake,
He said softly, "Just let them come. Then we will probably find a place to hide."
Then I heard Zhao Tong chuckle and say, "At that time, the Demon Prisoner Peak cannot be opened, and those people will hunt you and me from all corners of the world. How can you use Buddhism to resolve them?"
Wu Xu didn't care, "Isn't there also Yang Yingrong?"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Tong asked coldly, "How do you know the name of this bitch Yang Yingrong? Did she tell you it herself?"
Wuxu didn't expect that Zhao Tong and Yang Yingrong had a lot of grudges. They were like life-and-death enemies. He nodded and was about to find Zhao Tong that day at the Yuanjun camp in Laoshan, but he had a fight with Yang Yingrong at the hot spring near Fenghuang Ridge.
Tell Zhao Tong about the matter.
Before he could speak, black lightning suddenly struck down in the night sky. Wuxu felt as if the world was spinning, and he seemed to have vaguely arrived in an inexplicable space. A woman with an invisible face was sitting on a high skeleton bed, far away.
The horizon seems to be right in front of you, watching you silently.
Who is this master of the magic sect? He actually filmed himself here without anyone noticing. Wuxu was about to ask, but he heard a lazy voice echoing in his ears, "You little monk,
What's the point of not cultivating well and yet spending the whole day trying to abduct my disciples?"
There seemed to be no malice in his words. Just as Wuxu was about to reply, an extremely dangerous and solemn pressure imprisoned him there, unable to move, let alone speak. At the same time, he felt a vague sense of consciousness.
, sweeping over it, as if he had seen all five hundred years of his past and present life.
After a while, the lazy woman's voice sounded again, "Don't think that if you have cultivated the Dharma Realm, you will be invincible in the world. It should be noted that the geniuses outside the world are the real ones under the world. Go ahead. If you reach the heaven outside the world, you and I will be our disciples."
It’s not too late to renew our relationship.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuxu walked out of the mysterious space in a daze and returned to the sky above Hongze Lake. Resisting the shock in his heart, Wuxu looked around, but Zhao Tong was nowhere to be found.
The communication jade talisman that he contacted was covered with black patterns. Wuxu used a spiritual consciousness to go over, and those black patterns turned into countless whirlpools, almost pulling his entire mind into the jade talisman.
Wu Xu intuitively realized that such a change in this jade talisman must be related to the mysterious female cultivator from the Demon Sect just now, so he turned the prayer wheel in order to subdue this object. Unexpectedly, a white light appeared from the black pattern of the jade talisman.
White jade hands emerge, but see
The index finger and middle finger of the jade hand were brought together and moved slightly towards the golden prayer wheel. The prayer wheel stopped rotating, the golden light disappeared, and it trembled slightly, like a child who had made a mistake seeing a stern person.
The teacher is average.
After realizing the truth, he was horrified and hurriedly took the prayer wheel back to the Dharma Realm, only to see the two fingers of the jade hand pointing at him from a distance again. He hurriedly escaped into the void through the Dharma Realm and flew far away.
Even so, Wuxu was in the Dharma Realm, but he felt that those two jade fingers had locked him tightly before he could escape into the Dharma Realm. Now, across the Dharma Realm and across the void, they were filled with killing intent like a tide.
A silent attack. This was the first time Wuxu encountered such a situation.
Could it be that this female cultivator from the Demon Sect is a master from the heavens and beyond? You must know that in the human world, before Wuxu was on Putuo Island in the East China Sea, he had never angered a top cultivator like Zhao Haoran in the human world, targeted him, and killed her.
Such a dangerous feeling.
Wuxu didn't have time to think too much, he rushed forward like a light on his back.
In the sky above Hongze Lake, after the jade talisman manifested its white fingers, it fell to the lake like an ownerless object and slowly sank.
At the bottom of the lake, in a deep cave, Zhao Tong sat on the stone platform with an indifferent expression, his long hair moving in the wind, and the strong wind howling around him. Just now, he blurted out the name of the bitch and asked himself, but he shamelessly
Nod in agreement; oneself
After cursing a few words, he remained silent; when he got angry and escaped to the bottom of the lake, he remained silent and stood there without holding back... Zhao Tong became angrier and angrier as he thought about it.
, but all that was left was sadness.
Suddenly, the jade talisman in Wuxu's hand fell down and flew in front of him. Zhao Tong stretched out his hand to grab it and scanned it with his consciousness, but there was no message. He couldn't hide it. He knew that he was wrong and had no face to see him again.
What?..
Zhao Tong couldn't help but raise his head and scream, and the jade talisman in his hand suddenly turned into nothingness.
Early the next morning, the fishermen around Hongze Lake got up early and brought fishing nets and steel forks to start the day's work. However, they saw dead fish and shrimps floating everywhere on the lake. A closer look revealed that these dead fish
Dead shrimp, all black with a smell
The burnt and fishy smell was disgusting. I hurriedly knelt on the boat and kowtowed to the lake. Then I hurriedly went ashore. Village after village gathered at the Dragon King Temple to look at the statue of the Dragon King and the newly placed statue of the White Lotus Saint next to it.
, offer sacrifices, burn incense and pray.
There are several dilapidated and low houses beside a tall and dense forest. A short middle-aged man is kneeling down and worshiping devoutly in front of a statue of a god painted by literati on the wall. The painting looks weird.
In front of the statue of the god, there is a chipped one
Incense burner, a piece of incense stuck in the incense burner, as this short middle-aged man kowtows and bows, chanting words in his mouth, a faint smell wafts out. If Wuxu is here, he will know as soon as he smells it, this is extremely bad
The inferior goods are more like choking smoke than incense.
Obviously, this man has been burning incense and kneeling for a long time. The faint fragrance, or the smell of smoke, has been released for a long time and filled the whole room. If those lamas who come in and out of the palace and are pampered come in, I am afraid that they will immediately be
It's about to scream that it's gone.
When the sandalwood stick in the incense burner was about to burn out, the man stopped kowtowing and chanting, groped for a while from his waist, took out a smooth copper coin, and put it between the palms of his hands on his chest, as if
I closed my eyes and silently recited some scripture or made some wish. I spread my hands forward.
After opening, the rose copper coin rolled on the ground in front of him. Then, the kneeling man moved his legs left and right, crouching down, as if crawling, and stopped when he came to the copper coin, lowered his head, and looked carefully
After a while, he put the copper coin in his palm again, and then threw it to the ground.
When the man lowered his head for the third time, he stared at the copper coins on the ground carefully for a long time, then he raised his pale face, got up with a slight shake, walked to the door, and looked towards the front.
I stared at the thick green smoke in the kitchen for a while, and finally, as if I had made up my mind, I walked out, closed the door behind me, and walked slowly towards the so-called kitchen in my home.
The man lowered his head, bent over, and walked slowly to the kitchen door. There was no kitchen door. There was an old woman inside. She heard the noise and hurried over, squeaking at the man.
Ah, with gestures, as if to say, breakfast will be ready soon, and asked the man to wait outside for a while.
The man also gestured and said something hurriedly to the old woman, then walked in and helped the old woman add firewood and boil water for cooking.
Gradually, the green smoke disappeared, and a vague fragrance floated out. Two children of five or six years old, a boy and a girl, also ran over. The man seemed to say something unhappy,
The two children ran away at once.
The old woman seemed a little angry, but when she saw the man filling the pot with the best food and respectfully handing it to her, she smiled rarely, bowed tremblingly to thank her, and extended her arms.
He took out his hands, first secretly wiped the moist corners of his eyes, then took the rice bowl from the man's hand and started eating slowly.
The man knelt down in front of the old woman and waited quietly for the old woman to finish the meal. Then he got up and walked to the old woman, turned around again, squatted down, and carried the old woman on his back from the kitchen.
The water portal on the other side goes towards the depths of the back mountain.
There is a cherry blossom tree in the back mountain. It is late autumn now. The branches on the tree are bare, and the slender branches are zigzagging in the sky. They are swaying slightly with the cold wind in the morning, and they look so desolate. It seems as if they are passing by here.
The man and the mood of the old woman on his back. The man was silent all the way, as if he was mute, and his head was lowered, as if the mountain road in autumn was extremely slippery, and if he was not careful, he would be carried on his back.
The old woman fell to the ground.
Suddenly there was a soft sound, and there was the sound of cherry blossom branches breaking. The man raised his head and looked around, showing extremely vigilant and fierce eyes.
Wuxu, who was chased by two jade fingers from late at night to dawn, leaping over mountains and seas, finally couldn't sense the murderous intention behind him. He relaxed and flew downwards, half falling. But he accidentally flew down.
, broke a few branches and alarmed the man. Fortunately, Wuxu
Before her tense mind could completely relax, her figure suddenly flashed away, avoiding the man's gaze. At that moment, the old woman stretched out her hand to grab a branch and tore off a small section. The man suddenly
Without raising any suspicion, he continued walking slowly towards the depths of the back mountain.
While Wuxu looked at the surrounding environment, he secretly observed the man in front of him and the old woman on his back. The air had a faint smell of the sea, and Wuxu knew that he was being chased all night long, and he was afraid that he had reached the East China Sea again.
The man did not seem to be a monk, but he had a strange murderous intention; although the old woman on his back looked old and powerless, she had a dignified will to die.
There is something strange, Wu Xu secretly thought, could it be that he has come to the territory of Dongji Island? Could it be that these men and women are demons who have practiced special skills. The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things, how can ordinary people make themselves feel the murderous intention and
Death intention?
Wuxu hid in the Mandala Dharma Realm and followed these two people quietly.
But I saw the old woman pulling off some twigs, wild flowers, and green leaves from the man's back from time to time, and scattered them on the ground.
Wuxu secretly inspected these twigs, wild flowers, and green leaves with his spiritual consciousness. They had no aura and no spiritual consciousness attached to them. They were just living things just a moment ago, carrying morning dew. Maybe they were some kind of unique logo.
.
Wuxu didn't dare to be careless and followed him from a distance.
Suddenly, the man put down the old woman on his back, turned around, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to speak to the old woman. Wu Xu concentrated his mind, separated a ray of consciousness, and quietly approached the woman who appeared in the mountains early in the morning.
Two weird people.
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Wuxu was stunned for a moment, almost staggering and falling to the ground from the void. This man actually spoke Japanese! Oh my god, he was actually chased to Japan by the magic sect master overnight. Although in ancient times,
Japanese is different from modern Japanese, but Wu Xu knows the pronunciation and intonation as soon as he hears it. He is sure that he is already in Fusang! He is already thousands of miles away from Hongze Lake!
The man and the old woman had a brief conversation, each saying something. Wuxu could hear clearly with his spiritual consciousness. The man asked, "Mother, why do you keep throwing things away along the way?" The old woman answered intermittently.
He said, "Son, the mountain road is rugged. Mom is afraid that you will get lost when you go back."
Later, Wuxu saw this man. After listening to the old woman's words, his face burst into tears. He carried him on his back again, passed the twigs, wild flowers, and green leaves, and returned along the way he came. Crossing towards him
Coming closer.
Wuxu couldn't help but be in a trance for a while, recalling a story he had read in a new Japanese book in later generations. The gist of it was what he saw and heard today.
Wuxu didn't know if there were any powerful monks in Fusang; but Wuxu knew that the man and the old woman were just ordinary people. Not only ordinary people, but also poor ordinary people.
(In ancient Japan, there was a custom among poor families that they would throw old ladies who could not afford to support them into the mountains to fend for themselves.)
As the saying goes
Looking at each other on the lake, it is raining heavily at night, and it is difficult to tell the difference between right and wrong.
Unknowingly, I am thousands of miles away and the world is difficult and I am obsessed with it.