Compared with the three powerful men, Huixian seems shabby.

His shabby monk's robe was covered with patches and was white and washed. There was not even a string of Buddhist beads on his body. His skin was rough and skinny and covered with age spots. Compared with the noble and wise King who was not stained by dust, he looked like an old beggar. The old monk's face was kind and compassionate.

He said that he was neither arrogant nor impetuous but was leisurely and contented.

There is no spiritual energy to protect the body, no frightening shadows of gods and Buddhas, and the body is empty and light.

With his old and desolate body towering over the mountains, the snake demon boy felt that his old friend seemed to be different.

The King of Wisdom couldn't believe it.

"You... senior brother?"

"Junior brother, let it go. Don't be angry or resentful. You are too persistent and have forgotten your original intention."

Old Huixian's tone was sincere, just like the good old man who worked hard to dig up the vegetable field with a hoe and spent the entire afternoon talking nonsense in order to get the snake to leave the vegetable field.

In a trance, it feels like going back to the past, when the golden afterglow of the setting sun fills the magnificent temple.

Under the golden ginkgo tree, the young novice monk was sweeping the courtyard with a broom that was taller than himself. Not far away, the master was teaching his disciples how to practice scriptures, muttering sutras, ringing bells and incense cauldrons, and the years were peaceful and peaceful.

One autumn when I grew up, the sound of rain made the leaves fall. The master's reprimands and the ridicule of his juniors were like piercing my heart. My persistence was not recognized, and I felt isolated and alienated.

During the vicissitudes of middle age, I suddenly realized that true enlightenment cannot be achieved in a prosperous and prosperous place.

Alone in a lonely shadow, wearing a coir raincoat and wearing old clothes to withstand the wind and rain, he retreated into seclusion in the cold mountain and stayed in the wild temple. He spent his life in a humble room with rough tea, but he understood what a true Buddha is, and he embarked on a different path from then on.

King Wisdom frowned, it seemed that he did not have a harmonious relationship with his senior brother, and he was not at all happy to see him again after so many years.

"I am the King of Wisdom. I have too many things that I can't let go of. I can't have as much leisure as my senior brother."

His tone was harsh and even a little sarcastic, and he had no respect for this senior brother. Perhaps the two sides had different ideas and paths and did not agree with each other.

Huixian sighed with regret on his face.

"You are not the King of Wisdom, you are the King of Wisdom. There is... no King of Wisdom in the world."

After finishing speaking, there suddenly became silence, and the wind was whimpering. Chu Zhe and Gan Wu looked at the old monk and then at the Wisdom King. They saw that the Wisdom King's face turned white and red, which was abnormal. The white light emanating from his body turned red and white.

It seems that there is something wrong with his skills. Will he be called crazy by this inexplicable old monk?

Old Huixian stood quietly, his wind-blown clothes swaying wildly. The snake demon boy guarded his old friend and looked at the young monk in white with curiosity and vigilance. He vaguely felt that it was not appropriate to wear such a dress...

The aura of the King of Wisdom suddenly became chaotic, and the wind and snow were forced back by the aura around him, and soon fell on him again.

Gan Wu glanced at Old Huixian with excited eyes. He must be a master to make the King of True Wisdom look like this. His biggest wish is to fight all the strong men in the world, but after careful observation, he was very disappointed. The old monk almost

I had no cultivation and was rubbing my hands from the cold. The only thing I did here was say a few words.

After thinking carefully, Gan Wu found that the other party was not his type, so he gave up his plan to compete with Huixian.

Opposite him, a young monk in white raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, letting the cold air dispel his annoyance.

"I am the King of Wisdom. There are many things that I cannot let go of or let go of."

King Wisdom turned around and walked away, disappearing into the wind and snow without looking back.

Old Huixian was silent for a long time, sighed, nodded with Chunyang and the snake demon boy and walked down the mountain quickly. Without him, it was too cold. Standing in the ice and snow, the wind was biting. If you don't leave, you will really not be able to go back.

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Things progressed a bit...inexplicably, and ended in a blur. I thought there was going to be a great battle.

Gan Wu was slightly disappointed.

Looking up, you can see a huge blizzard swirling in the sky, constantly scattering ice blocks of different sizes. The ruins of Jinshanyuan destroyed by the earthquake and buried in snow are really in ruins, not even a reusable piece of wood is left.

High in the sky, the Western Sect and Chunyang masters stopped fighting pointlessly and waited quietly.

The frozen river surface.

Huixian tried hard to dig out the boat, and the snake demon boy wielded the ring-headed knife to chop the ice. He didn't know that the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou had already turned into hell. Is the woman who cursed people and thieves still alive...

The experts of the two religions paused. Everyone knew that there was no need to continue the fight. The momentum of the white dragon in the snowstorm quickly increased and crossed the bottleneck to become the Demon King. It was a foregone conclusion.

What if the Western Church summons more masters to besiege them? Everything is irreversible.

Perhaps, the ley lines will slowly recover, and it may take hundreds of years.

Blizzard clouds keep gathering...

The sky seemed to have a huge eggshell made of black clouds and white snow. It was helped by extreme weather above, connected by earth veins below, and nurtured by the thick soil of the sky. The spiritual beasts of heaven and earth evolved and grew, and they were one step closer to transforming into dragons and ascending.

It takes five hundred years to transform into a dragon and one thousand years to transform into a dragon. There are still seven hundred years left and it must reach its peak within seven hundred years.

The bottleneck lingered for a long time and after eating the earth vein dragon energy, it evolved successfully, and its body changed slightly again.

Bai Yujun was awake and not in a deep sleep. He saw with his own eyes that his body was slowly growing, and he was estimated to be about ninety-nine meters in length. The spikes on his tail became more fluffy, and the dragon's horns were split.

In the dark cloud tunnel in the center of the storm, huge and slender white dragons circled and flew up and down.

Although to cross the bottleneck and evolve into the Demon King realm, you still need to absorb enough energy to stabilize your cultivation, and this blizzard has just the right amount of energy.

The huge cloud swirl began to weaken, and the wind and snow over Suzhou and Hangzhou gradually stopped.

The process may take a long time. Bai Yujun gently floated in the sky and occasionally flicked his tail to swim away. Anyway, he was protected by the real master of the master's sect and was not in a hurry. By the way, is he now the real Chunyang or the Demon King of the Southern Wilderness? The title of the real person is not very specific.

It's appropriate, maybe ordinary disciples of Shenhua Mountain will be very confused...

The blizzard must be resolved as soon as possible. It was caused by oneself and one must deal with the aftermath. One cannot allow the blizzard to wreak havoc in Suzhou and Hangzhou and hurt innocent people. As for the earthquake, it has nothing to do with oneself.

He yawned, puffed out a puff of smoke, and at the same time took the opportunity to familiarize himself with his body and cultivation.

The mountain peak where Jinshan Yuan is located is still surrounded by blizzards and howling, while the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou can already see the red sunset mountains. Unknowingly, the evening has ushered in, and the chaos in the city has not yet ended.

Osmanthus Alley.

Old Huixian comforted the crying little Shitou. Li Daniu, Xu Jiaorong and others were in the shop. The snake demon boy found the loud-voiced woman. She was not able to escape the bandits.

There were shouts and footsteps in the distance. Hundreds of bandits heard that a brother had been killed in Guihua Lane and immediately came to avenge him.

Bandits covered in blood and red eyes surrounded the alley. A stern-faced leader stepped forward and spoke in a cold tone.

"A bunch of bastards! How dare you harm my brother!"

"I, Mr. Lu, have great love and righteousness and have friends and brothers all over the world. I was persecuted by the imperial court officials and had no choice but to survive. I owe everything to the help of heroes and heroes. If you harm my brothers, you will harm me. Today! I will take the lives of dogs like you!"

In front of the shop, the snake demon boy standing at the front was trembling all over...

Little Stone didn't step forward to hug him.

Pull out the ring-shou knife and point it at the bandit leader.

"I'll kill you!"
Chapter completed!