When the soldier heard what he said, his eagerness was palpable. He walked quickly up to him, handed over the secret letter, and said anxiously: "Brother Lu, this is a letter sent by the disciples of the four major sects of the army in Guan Nei. Take a look."

The cook was stunned when he heard this, then immediately put down the spoon and shouted towards the other end of the stove: "Haidai, come and hold the spoon while I go out."

A person stood up under the stove, but the movement was like a dark mountain suddenly emerging. Although it was not the first time for the soldier to see this person, he still couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

The man in front of me was so fat that it was shocking. He had big round eyes and a fleshy face covered in black ash.

Dahai blinked, took the spoon, and said, "Okay, Brother Lu, go ahead, I'm here."

The cook patted the dumbfounded soldier, raised his chin and said, "Let's go, let's talk outside."

The two of them went out. The fat man named Dahai propped up his chin with his arms, and seemed to be thinking hard about the dishes in the stove. Immediately, his round eyes glanced at the swaying curtain at the door, and then he peeked furtively.

He reached into his waist and took out a handful of medicine bottles.

His hands were big, and he held more than a dozen clay medicine bottles in his palms. He sprinkled colorful medicinal powders into the pot and hummed: "I'll make some side dishes for you to taste. You taste~ you taste~ taste."

Taste whether it tastes good or not~”

In this song, Dahai's round eyes narrowed more and more, gradually taking on a cunning tone, and his fat face became more and more sinister in his smile.

…

The cook leaned against the railing beside the building and asked, "When did the letter come?"

"Just now." The soldier pointed at the newly returned eagles in the eagle tower, "Look, some of the eagles were injured, all caused by sharp weapons."

While he was talking, several more eagles flew into the building, sprinkling not only rainwater but also a few bright red blood drops as they fluttered.

"Junior brother is definitely not lying. What is said in this letter is probably true." The soldier stared uneasily at the secret letter, "The devil is back."

"Don't make any noise." The cook glanced around vigilantly, "This matter needs to be reported to the division commander."

"Senior Brother Lu, this matter needs to be done quickly!" The soldier deliberately suppressed his voice, "The demonic way does not respect the heaven and the earth, and is murderous. There are many foreign invaders living thousands of miles away in this desert."

The cook spread out his hands and put them behind his head.

He pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "Go and send a message to the disciples of the four major sects who serve as scouts in the pass, and inform Jiuzhou of this matter. I will set off back to the mountain gate."

The soldier asked anxiously: "What about the iron rule..."

"It's broken." The cook untied the tie on the back of his head, "If it is really the demonic path of Yama Island, then the war between good and evil that has been silent for thousands of years is not yesterday, but today."

When the soldier heard the sound, he clenched his fists heavily. He nervously raised his eyes to look at the cook, and immediately saluted solemnly and said, "Senior Brother Lu, I'll go then."

The soldier did not wait for the cook to return the salute before he hurriedly retreated and ran towards Liu.

The cook put on his hairband and unbuttoned his military uniform. After a while, he folded the clothes and stuffed them into the eaves of the beam. Then he carefully checked that there was no one around him, stepped on the railing, and jumped out!

The Eagle Tower is dozens of feet high, and from top to bottom there are densely packed figures. His leap did not attract any attention, but the next moment, a clang of swords suddenly sounded in the sky!

Buzz!

Some of the soldiers guarding the city looked up when they heard the sound, and saw that the thick dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a large round hole!

And in the cloud cave, there was shining a bright white light that seemed to be there or not. The cook stepped on his sword and stood on the sky. Amidst the crazy wind, he looked forward calmly, his long hair like ink looking back.

Flying, the face gradually changes and becomes clear, revealing a young and handsome appearance.

He is the senior brother of Wanjianmen who saved Yuanji and Zhenxiao from the avalanche.

Lu Hanxiao.

…

The snow-capped peaks stand tall and tall, like sharp swords intent on piercing the top of the sky.

Lu Hanxiao had not returned for several years, and when he came back suddenly, all the disciples in the sect gathered around him. He had a high prestige in Wanjian Sect, except for his fellow sect Zhen Xixia.

A senior brother who is highly trusted by all his disciples.

With his advanced cultivation, the love of his fellow disciples, and the attention of so many people, Lu Hanxiao seems to have the potential to succeed as the master of Wanjian Sect, but it is a pity that there is a kind of person above him who will always overwhelm him.

Among the four major sects, the leader of Wanjianmen is quite similar to the dynasty in the world.

The past sect masters of Wanjian Sect are all named Beitang, for no other reason than Wanjian Sect is a sect inherited from the clan, and the disciples within the sect are also classified into three, six or nine levels.

The third is sword slaves. These people are criminals imprisoned by Wanjian Sect. Some of them are evildoers who have committed serious crimes, some are hidden masters who have gone up the mountain to challenge them, and some are disciples who have betrayed their master.

This kind of people are all wearing special ice chains, and the black ice nails are pierced into the major acupuncture points to block their spiritual power, making them useless. Afterwards, the elders of the sword pavilion set a period of time for their crimes, and they stayed in Wanjianmen to do hard labor until

Only on the day of liberation can we be freed from the shackles and regain our freedom.

Sixth, these people are the disciples who have become disciples of Wanjian Sect. They practice Taoism during the day, and when the time is right, they will go down the mountain and join the world, looking for opportunities to break the broken mirror.

Ninth, this kind of people are the masters of Wanjian Sect. They are divided into direct concubines and their surname is Beitang. They are all descendants of the Beitang clan.

And this kind of people are exactly the ones that Lu Hanxiao can never overcome in his life.

Lu Hanxiao was preoccupied with important matters and lacked etiquette. He chatted with everyone for a few words, and then quickly walked into the main hall of Wanjianmen.

There is a chilly atmosphere in the main hall, which is due to the climate of Wanjianmen. However, when a cultivator first attains Taoism, his spiritual power grows, and he is no longer afraid of cold or heat.

Today, the temple was lightly scented with rare incense, and the surrounding stoves were burning brightly. It looked like it had been carefully tidied up.

Lu Hanxiao stepped forward, raised his robe, knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully: "Disciple Lu Hanxiao, pay homage to Master."

Beitangdu, who is sitting high in the hall, is sitting upright. He is wearing a solemn snow-colored Taoist robe today, his eyebrows are open and relaxed, and he looks as broad as before.

"I've been out for a few years." Beitangdu glanced at him, then raised his hand slightly, "Get up and let me take a look."

Lu Hanxiao stood up and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall today was a bit subtle.

Tea cups were prepared in the guest seats on the left and right. When he entered the mountain just now, he saw some disciples waiting in front of the mountain gate, as if they were waiting for someone, but also seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Master." Lu Hanxiao asked doubtfully, "Are there any guests today?"

"Well, my eyesight has improved a bit in the past few years." Beitangdu stroked his white beard, "After a while, you can follow me to the mountain gate to welcome guests."

Lu Hanxiao bowed respectfully, but a voice as light as a feather and as powerful as a bell came from outside the hall.

"I came here unexpectedly." An old monk stepped in. He held the Buddha's seal in one hand and slowly lowered his head, "Amitabha, please forgive me for my presumptuous sin."

"Master Jueyuan, we haven't seen each other for many years. You and I are old friends, so please don't be polite." Beitangdu stood up and raised his hand in vain, "Please take a seat."

Lu Hanxiao looked at the old monk and his heart skipped a beat.

Among the four righteous paths in the world, Jue Chen Temple is famous far and wide, and the Master Jue Yuan in front of me is the abbot of Jue Chen Temple.

Lu Hanxiao looked behind Master Jue Yuan at the fat monk with fat head and big ears. Although he had never seen this person before, he was sure in his heart that he was close to him.

Living Buddha, reborn.

Master Jue Yuan only accepted one entry-level disciple in his life, and this person was none other than this retired monk.

There are too many anecdotes about this life, and this person is a living legend in the world of cultivation. Among the three sects, Kaiyuan Valley is from the lineage of Tao Zun, Ziyan Pavilion is from the lineage of Jiutian Xuannv, and Wan

The Sword Sect cultivates the lineage of Sword Immortal.

Although the three sects are divided into different categories, they all belong to the Taoist sect. Only Juechen Temple believes in the Buddha Hell and the true Buddha on the other side of the Western Heaven. Entering samadhi and becoming a Buddha is like a Taoist disciple seeking truth and asking questions, and ascending to enlightenment.

But since ancient times, immortals have never been found. However, a living Buddha has been seen in Juechen Temple.

This Buddha is the one who has attained rebirth.

It is said that when Sheng was born, the clouds in the sky were rising and falling, the Buddha's light was shining all over the sky, the Buddha's voice was singing among the white clouds, and all the beasts on the earth were singing together. Master Jueyuan and the monks from Juechen Temple went to kowtow and worship the true Buddha, and then took Sheng away.

Liao Sheng grew up in Jue Chen Monastery. He is naturally intelligent and has an unprecedented understanding of Buddhism. However, he broke the five precepts of Buddhism within a short time of being in the world.

He drank alcohol and ate meat, stayed in brothels at night, and even stole the golden Buddha statues from the temple, exchanging them for real money in the secular world and squandered it on gambling.

This is a flower monk.

"Donor Lu, why are you looking at the little monk like this?" Liu Sheng raised his fat hand and touched his face, "But what is there on the little monk's face that makes you feel strange when you see it?"

"This must be the master of life." Lu Hanxiao bowed respectfully, "I have never met the master, but the master knows who I am. I am really ashamed."

Lu Hanxiao looked very reserved and humble. Such a polite gesture made Master Jueyuan immediately cast a kind look at him. He chuckled at Beitangdu and said with admiration: "I think this is the great disciple of your noble sect, Lu Hanxiao. Bei

Thank you, my benefactor, for teaching me well."

Beitangdu smiled kindly and was about to speak when a soft voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

"The disciples of Beitangdu Sect are naturally not bad."

The four people heard the sound and looked back, and saw a beautiful shadow floating by. When they looked around, they saw the long purple sand sleeves slowly falling horizontally in the air, a white plain hand moving slowly, and the lotus feet rising like ripples in the water.

In a trance, the whole hall was filled with fragrance.

That person has passed, and the tenderness and sorrow in his eyes have moved from far to near.

It's in front of you.

Beitangdu bowed solemnly and said, "I have met Master Junchou Pavilion."

Ziyan Pavilion, the master of Junchou Pavilion.

All Ziyan Pavilion factions are women, and the master of the pavilion, Junchou, was once known as the most banished immortal in the world of cultivation.

After just one glance, Lu Hanxiao lowered his eyes and felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Jun Chou was dressed in a purple robe, and she stood there. Her beautiful eyes under the distant mountain eyebrows seemed to be dotted with stars all over the sky, making people immersed in them at one glance and unable to let go.

She bowed her knees and said softly, "Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"It's been a hundred years." Master Jueyuan nodded and smiled, "Since the Ziyan Pavilion was closed after the war between good and evil, I have never seen the master of Junchou Pavilion."

"Master, the ancient Buddha with a green lantern is standing beside me. I'm afraid I don't know that all the years pass by in just a moment." Master Junchou rolled his gauze sleeves, "It seems like hundreds of years have passed, but to me, it seems like a flower in the pan faded in the blink of an eye.

"

"Hahahahaha, falling into samadhi is like falling into a dream, and the whole world passes in the blink of an eye." Beitangdu couldn't help but sigh, "It's really rare for us to get together again."
Chapter completed!