On the post road from Mizhou to the East China Sea in Dengzhou, a carriage moved forward slowly facing the early sun.

To the left and right of the carriage, Zhao Zhengli, who was dressed in a plain shirt, and Li Zhanyi, a senior sister from Emei with a charming appearance, were each riding a horse.

The one driving the carriage was Yuan Chaoyang in white robes. He was humming a tune with a pleasant expression. From time to time he looked back at Yang Guifen in the glazed blue dress in the carriage shed. The look in their eyes was so sweet that it made Miss Yu sit next to her.

She wanted to escape from the embarrassment of needle felting, but was forced to share a sedan chair with her "sister-in-law" who was almost as beautiful as herself.

Yu Xiaowei had no choice but to open the curtains from time to time to ease the atmosphere. Looking at the back of the plain-clothed figure riding a horse, she could not help but feel uneasy in her heart.

She was thinking that Daoist Zhao's vitality was so extraordinary now that he had already made up for his lost lifespan. I wonder if the promise he made to her yesterday to watch the sunset every day was still true?

Yang Guifen and Yuan Chaoyang smiled knowingly when they saw her look from the corner of their eyes. When Miss Yu turned around, they began to pull the thread endlessly again.

Yu Xiaowei just felt that these two people really didn't find it annoying?

Little did they know that this greasy sweetness was a double act sung by Yuan Chaoyang and the two of them, and it was her spring heart that captured her heart.

However, a handsome young man in a plain shirt is currently on horseback circulating the air to recuperate his energy.

Savoring the aftertaste of the incense and spiritual energy from the three temples and five courtyards of Northern Shaolin, if it were not for the causal connection with Northern Shaolin, he would not dare to absorb the incense and spiritual energy unscrupulously. This obsession of all living beings burning incense and praying for the "Buddha" in their hearts would not

Who can bear the consequences?

I am afraid that even the powerful people in the Grand Master Realm have some scruples. This is a constraint of the Great Dao. Unless they are deities on land who transcend the Great Dao, how can such beings value it?

Among the four people in the team, only Li Zhanyi, the plump Emei senior sister, was the most upright. On the one hand, she was in awe of the legendary second Taoist in Qingcheng. On the other hand, she was speechless about Zhao Zhengli's wooden bumps. Within two days of leaving, the smelly Taoist took him away.

Miss Yu's three souls and seven souls, now Miss Yu is still here pretending to be aloof.

From time to time, she glanced at the white-robed Yuan Chaoyang who was driving the carriage. She had heard about the Yin and Yang Tao method that guy practiced. This method has one level of picking things, two levels of picking people, and three levels of picking heaven and earth. There must be something unpredictable in "picking people".

Did he teach Zhao Zhengli some evil ways to seduce women, so that Miss Yu could think of him day and night?

She would bury this question in her heart. Naturally, she did not dare to ask Yuan Chaoyang. She went ahead and asked Zhao Zhengli. There was nothing he could do if he refused to acknowledge her. If she was forced to do something about it, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Already?

Thinking of this time, she glanced at the plain shirt on the horse's back with her eyes closed and breathed out, and it seemed that it was not a bad loss...

The atmosphere of the marching team was not very pleasant, but it was not cold either. Yang Guifen spent most of his time greeting his "sister-in-law", and in his conversation he mentioned the plump elder sister, who may also belong to the category of beautiful women, but also a cold-tempered Emei girl.

Xia actually had a heated conversation with the two women in the carport.

In comparison, the other two men were much less talkative. Zhao Zhengli inquired about Shanmen's deeds through Yuan Chaoyang.

I also asked him for advice on the difference between the Yin Yang Taoist method and the Ziyang initiation method used by the leader, Feng Zifeng, to reshape youth.

At this point in the conversation, I remembered the middle-aged Tao Yanghua who was looking for the Taohua Road in Liang Jiazi.

Yuan Chaoyang held the reins and looked forward and said: "This way is about the reversible method of yin and yang. Everything in the world is divided into yin and yang. If you understand the method, everything can go up or down in a single thought. This way can achieve a small success, and you can control more than ten feet in diameter."

world."

Then he glanced at Yang Guifen who had returned to youth: "Anything beyond ten feet must be followed by the Dao."

He patted the reins lightly, urged the slow horse, and continued: "Old man Feng's Purple Sun Initiation is based on the rising and falling purple energy. It is a process that accumulates over time. When the sun rises, it sets, and when it falls, it welcomes the next time.

Rising, everything in nature and all forms of life are like this. If you understand the laws of "rising" and "falling", you will no longer have the ups and downs of your actions, return to the beginning, and achieve eternal life."

"As for the guy who is looking for the Tao of Peach Blossoms, I really don't understand this Tao. I heard that there are endless peach blossoms in his Peach Blossom Town all year round. He is probably looking for a "Tao" among the flowers blooming and falling. It's a bit similar.

As the Buddhist Zen saying goes, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi", one bloom and one wither are also a kind of microscopic world."

Zhao Zhengli listened carefully with the ups and downs of the horse's back. Miss Yu and Li Zhanyi also listened attentively. However, their methods of speaking were different and they were confused.

The carriage left the Mizhou Post Road and stopped at the Post Road Inn at the intersection leading to Laoshan and Laixi.

In the afternoon, we continued eastward along the ancient willow road that leads directly to Dengzhou. Fortunately, the terrain in the north is flat and far less difficult than the Shu Post Road. The traveling speed was quite smooth. We were able to enter Dengzhou before dark and reach Binhai in the afternoon of the next day.

However, things went against expectations. Just after passing Laiyang in the middle of the afternoon, they were stopped in a Yinshan jungle near Dengzhou.

The man came as light as a ghost. The bald old monk was wearing hundreds of monk's robes sewn and patchwork. This is the Buddhist "hundred-tie" monk's robe. The difference between it and the Tubo master's hundred-tie monk's robe is that the other is made of Tibetan cattle and sheep furs.

One is sewn with strips of colorful and unevenly thick cloth.

The white robe wrapped around a body that was even skinnier than firewood looked unusually loose. His eye sockets were dark and sunken, and he looked like a skinny skeleton. His eyebrows were as white as snow and hung down to his chin.

The breeze blew slowly, and the long silver eyebrows swept over the withered old face. The waxy and withered hands like bamboo knots were clasped on the chest, and he said softly: "Amitabha! How are you doing, donor Yuan?"

Then he turned his eyes to Zhao Zhengli on the horse: "Your parents have not repaid their debts, and now you are here again. Is it really fate?"

Those dry and sunken eyes were like evil spirits under the Nine Netherworld, staring at him and making him shudder.

For just a moment, an invisible warmth drove away the chill and enveloped the whole body. Then Yuan Chaoyang, who was driving the carriage in white robes, said leisurely: "Forget the polite words, you are also cruel in going so far to regain ground for Northern Shaolin."

The skinny old monk showed an evil smile: "I am old and have difficulty moving. I just want to tell the world that there is still a threshold in Northern Shaolin. Even if I touch the second Taoist Qingcheng of the land gods, I will ask for an explanation."

Baipao raised his eyes slightly and looked directly at the other person: "Are you going to have a fight?"

His smile was a bit weird: "My old arms and legs make it difficult to move. I only have one move. I can catch him and turn around and leave. If I can't catch him, I can't catch him."

He paused and looked at Zhao Zhengli again, who was facing a formidable enemy: "I naturally have to take back the incense and spiritual energy of Northern Shaolin, and end the fate and karma that his previous generation squeezed."

Hearing the threat to Zhao Zhengli, Yuan Chaoyang looked solemn and cold: "When his parents participated in the dispute between the North and the South Shaolin, you couldn't shrink your head. Now that the matter has been finalized, you will settle the score in the hands of the younger generation. It is indeed in line with your "unparalleled ghost monk" habit.

style."

The ghost monk smiled at the sarcasm and said, "In order to avoid gossiping, I will raise his level to the Grand Master level in a short time. If he uses some Taoist magic, he will definitely be able to fight, so naturally he is not bullying."

"You can't take it so confident that you can't take it alone?"

The white robe Junyi Yuan Chaoyang hit the head of the car station slowly, Yu Xiaowei of the carriage, Li Zhanyi quickly came out of the curtain and took the reins to hold the horse.

"call!"

During the words, the air suddenly rolled and boiled the white robe.

The ghost monk turned the palm of the palm, the first finger, the first finger, and the chest together.

, Bright to dazzling.

"Fu Mo!"

The ghost monk's dazzling golden hand pointed forward, and a finger was shot out of the golden light.

"Gather God!"

Yuan Chaoyang's white robe grabbed his sleeves, and the ripple ripples in the air looked like an invisible "water screen" blocking.

"puff!"

The golden photovoltaic magic fingers instantly pierced into the "water screen", entering the moment as if time is solidified, and the bright finger force is trapped in the quagmire in the water screen and walks slowly.

Yuan Chaoyang drank lightly: "Turn Qi!"

That transparent "water screen" rotates in the positive and negative poles, and it is a mechanical to crush the magic finger force and turn into a little golden light wave doped transparent ripple.

When everyone thought that the end of this end, the emotions of the thin old monk had no waves, and even brought a strange smile.

The fragmented 裂 裂 那 那, like a comet with a full sky, broke through the "water screen" and shot directly from Yuan Chaoyang.

"Puff!"

Over time, like a thousand arrows through the heart, no drop of shooting. Enter the white robe body.

"Chaoyang!"

Yang Guifen's face was scared and pale, exclaimed.

"Brother ~"

"Taoist ~"

Li Zhan Yiyu Xiaowei was also frightened.

Zhao Zhengli was stunned on the spot. He never thought that the existence of the threshold of the land fairy would be injured.

The ghost monk's smile gradually flourished: "Inheritance, the old hiding the back hand."

However, the white robe Junyi figures from the beginning to the end, and the golden light spreads throughout the body. It is all inlaid with the cracking magic of the body.

"Suck ~"

His nasal breath was slightly relieved, and the head of Ji was slowly changed to Tai Chi Seal.

Then, then

"!"

The speed is comparable to the golden meteor, and the instantly returned to hit the old monk's chest. Let him react quickly, and still take a small shot in the first half.

No one brought about the trauma brought about by this finger that rebounded more than him.

Yuan Chaoyang did not answer, and said faintly: "This way has taken you a trick, it is your turn to pick up the way."

I didn't give him any room for thinking, with both hands with nine lotus lotus tactics, Yuan Chaoyang's four weeks of air condensed nine -petal lotus, flowers connected, runes and rhymes are full of heaven, lotus tactics turn the north swordsmanship, nine -petal lotus life seven life seven, Chengbei star star

Surprise, suspected nine Beidou lotus swords.

"Oh!"

The void around the sword array trembled, and there was a faint rolling cloud over nine days.

Not only the void is trembling, but the hearts of everyone are trembling. The old monk has changed from horror to calm, a kind of calmness that depends on life and death.
To be continued...