The green mountains are far away, and the remaining rays of the setting sun remain.

old tree.

Dusky crow.

Craftsman's shop.

The one-armed man wields a hammer.

A young man in a green shirt and thin robe stands.

The tea seller added charcoal to the stove, and the fireworks shot up into the sky and lasted for a long time.

The wooden sword hung high on the stove.

It seemed that it could be swallowed up by flames at any time, but on the wooden sword, there were blossoming thunders, sizzling, and strange thunder patterns became clearer from between the hammer and anvil, floating towards the wooden sword.

, it was gathered together little by little, and the seal was engraved on the spine of the sword, integrating with the original dragon pattern. First, there was the sound of dragon roar, and then there was a golden Buddha light surging.

There was some surprise in the blacksmith's pupils, and he glanced sideways at the young man who was continuously injecting spiritual power. How could there be two completely different signs of spiritual power in his body.

The vehicle of the subdued blue dragon gives rise to the Buddha of compassion!

He looked at the tea vendor.

It seems that he wants to get a reasonable answer from the tea seller.

However, the tea seller's pupils showed more surprise.

Gu Yusheng's body actually had a Taoist charm, and there was a vague shadow of breaking the concept!

His spiritual power is like pieces of green tiles stacked one on top of another, and his soul power is constantly repairing that broken room!

Taoist Taoist Heart!!

No.

How is this possible!

If the inheritance of the world is still there.

How could Fang Qiuliang change his path to Confucianism? He had been exposed to the cold wind in the Holy Academy Shushan for thirty years and was not allowed to enter the mountain.

The Taoist incense, which suppresses the real demons of the ten directions, should have been cut off long ago!

Must have read it wrong.

But next.

The tea seller saw with his own eyes that the faint Dao patterns emerging from the young man's body were integrated into the wooden sword.

Buddhism and Taoism are in harmony.

There is no trace of sluggishness or confrontation.

The tea vendor's body was shaken.

He looked at Xiang Tiandao who looked equally shocked.

Use the secret words of the soul to urge him to continue working.

The tea vendor silently walked to a quiet place on the official road, took out a cigarette stick, and started smoking. The smoke from his mouth quickly swallowed up the strange phenomena around the blacksmith shop.

The tea seller couldn't help but look up at the sky.

At this moment, he understood.

Also found the answer.

A reason why Fang Qiuliang had to leave Qingyun Town.

He is searching for the Tao again.

but.

Without the blessing of the realm of [Tao Xin Wuwei], he will fall into at least three realms.

No wonder his existence was discovered that day.

"Don't die in Xianhuzhou."

The tea seller murmured to himself.

At this time, he heard Feng Siniang's scream in the distance!

The tea seller didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the crazy woman was acting like a monster again.

But gradually.

The tea seller saw a giant Buddha lighting up half the sky.

"Where did the monk come from?"

The tea vendor put out the cigarette stem with his hand.

There was a green aura on his body.

When he raised his head and stared again, black clouds suddenly surged from the top of the giant Buddha, evil energy billowed, and the Vajra Buddha turned into a Rakshasa demonic shadow!

A strong wind blew.

Directly cut off the flow of Huaxi!

The swirling Sanskrit sounds mixed with the billowing demonic energy, rushing toward the blacksmith shop at extremely fast speeds.

On the official road.

The ascetic who has not cut off the thread of defilement steps on the lotus.

With Feng Siniang's ghostly figure, Yu Feng chased her, but the distance became farther and farther.

"Tea seller, stop him!"

"He drank my wine!"

The tea vendor wanted to stop him, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was forced back dozens of steps by the intertwined breaths of the Buddha and the demon.

"The blacksmith."

The tea vendor shouted loudly, his eyes full of anxiety as he watched Gu Yu Sheng, the boy who was about to complete the Soul-Severing Sword.

But at this moment, a crazy monk who was about to become possessed appeared.

Buddha's Heart Demonic Shadow.

Although he has the Sacred Heart of Medicine.

But it's completely useless.

A good Buddhist Vajra.

How could you fall into the devil's path!

Blacksmith shop.

Sweat broke out on Xiang Tian Dao's forehead.

He glanced at the young man who was in trance and said to himself: "I'm afraid you have to rely on yourself for the last part of your sword practice!"

Take a step forward toward the Heavenly Sword.

The butcher's knife fell into his hand again.

Darkness comes.

A sword light penetrates the sky!

The towering peaks of Qingping Mountain.

It’s like half above the knife and half under the knife!

The Buddhist sounds and demonic appearances in Canggu are constantly changing.

The monk is still moving forward.

Xiangtian Dao glanced at the trembling pig-killing knife in his hand and said, "No, he has the merits and virtues of Ten Thousand Buddhas and he should be the stonecarver of Qingyun Town. I won't be able to break the golden body without using the Abi Hell Knife. If I

Open hell, the tea seller, the wine seller, and that young man, you will all die."

Old man Qiao and Siniang Feng stood on both sides of the official road.

The golden Buddha and the demonic shadow revealed by Monk Shicang were so reflected that he could hardly open his eyes.

The situation is frozen.

"If he harms the young man, kill him!"

The tea vendor said in a low voice.

Feng Siniang also nodded.

Xiang Tian Dao took a deep breath, and the sword and the person fell into the night together.

The fog around the blacksmith shop was blurred by the shadow of Vajra Buddha.

The wooden sword, which had been cast for three days, made a clanking sound.

Vaguely.

There are eight Buddhist schools on it that interact with each other on a dragon.

The demonic shadow on the monk became more and more powerful.

He raised his hand.

He was about to press against that young man.

However.
To be continued...