Five days later, on the official road outside Wangxuan City.

A plain white motorcade drove from a distance, accompanied by the clear sound of bells, and the faint sound of chanting came from the carriage.

"According to the law, we will reach Wangxuan City five miles further."

At this moment, a burly and sturdy man ran back from the front. He walked with wind, and his foot strength was amazing. He could reach ten feet away with one step. There was a faint golden mark between his rough eyebrows, which seemed like ancient times.

The words are full of mysterious meaning.

The monks who hold the precepts are the masters of enlightenment in Tianchan Mountain. Only monks who have reached the peak of Jiucun and have passed the Sutra Dharma are qualified to equip them.

According to rumors, those who hold the precepts are those who have a positive destiny. They have been fed with elixirs since they were young, and their tendons and meridians have been tempered. Their five internal organs have been tempered, so that their bodies are different from ordinary people. Even if they do not cultivate their inner breath, they still have infinite abilities.

In the end, he became enlightened through the ancient methods of Tianchan Mountain, which is the so-called enlightenment and transformation into a strong man.

On weekdays, monks who keep the precepts can do most of the mundane tasks for the monks they serve.

Especially when monks cannot keep the precepts, they will suffer the sins on their behalf, and all kinds of karma will be added to their bodies, hence the name.

Once these precept-abiding warriors recognize their master, they will serve him for life. The higher the Dharma of the host, the stronger their cultivation will be.

"The masters from Tianchan Mountain are finally here."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded slowly on the official road.

The ring bearer's face darkened, he turned around and saw a thin girl slowly walking towards him. Behind him was an extremely exaggerated sword, almost as tall as a person. His sharp edge was revealed, and his sword energy was everywhere.

This cold official road adds a sense of solemnity.

"Who are you, who dare to block my carriage from Tianchan Temple?" the precept-bearing warrior scolded sternly.

In an instant, the muscles all over his body suddenly bulged up, almost three times in size. At first glance, the whole person's girth suddenly increased, and his body was twice as tall as before. Terrifying power spread under his feet.

The ground cracked, and cracks raged like wild pythons, pressing down on the young man carrying the big sword.

Peng...

At this moment, a fierce sword energy howled and roared, and the cracks that spread suddenly collapsed. The terrifying air pressure was like a flood bursting a bank, rushing in crazily, and actually knocked back the tall and powerful ring-bearing warrior.

It took more than ten steps.

"You..." The ring bearer roared in shock and anger.

"The Sword Intent of Great Sorrow has gained three points of strength... You are the descendant of Tingjian Mountain, Mo Wenian..."

Suddenly, a gentle voice slowly came from the carriage, which made people feel at ease. The pale face of the ring bearer instantly regained his color.

"Well, he is indeed the youngest Dharma monk in Tianchan Mountain. He can see through my origins at a glance."

Mo Wenian stood sideways with a big sword in hand, his eyes filled with an unprecedented brilliance.

In Tianchan Mountain, only those who have broken the Tianchan precepts are qualified to be called Dharma monks.

Among the current mountain sects, the only one who can be called the youngest Dharma monk is Wuxiang, who is known as the strongest successor of Tianchan Mountain.

"Wuxiang, I'm here for you today." Mo Wennian pointed at him with his sword.

"I've been waiting for you here for three days and three nights just to challenge you."

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddhist chant resounded from inside the carriage.

"You are only eight inches away, how can you block the boundless Dharma?"

"Only when you are in a desperate situation and do the impossible can you be brave and diligent and enter the Tao with a sword..." Mo Wennian said in a deep voice.

"These are the words left by Black Sword back then..."

In the carriage, the young monk's voice moved slightly.

"It's a pity that he is a person who slanders the Buddha. He is arrogant by nature and cannot be tolerated by God."

At this point, the young monk sighed in a leisurely voice: "You are just like him, but unfortunately you don't have his courage and strength."

"Wuxiang, you are so arrogant. How dare you judge your predecessors?" Mo Wenian sneered.

"Back then, Heijian worshiped Shantian Chan. You asked him why he didn't worship the Buddha when he saw him."

"Heijian said, holding the body is vast, what's the problem if you don't worship the Buddha? With just this word, the door of Buddhism will be opened wide, and the golden light will shine... Even your ancestors in Tianchan Mountain can't stop that man's edge, so what virtue are you?

How dare you make such lies?" Mo Wennian sneered. "You understand.

"The green hills are so charming, I just wish the ancients didn't see me."

The indifferent voice sounded again, as long as an ancient bell and as heavy as a wooden fish.

"Crazy monk, what you say is nothing more than life and death in your hands."

Mo Wenjian shouted violently, his eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and the sharp sword light shot up into the sky, cutting off his head.

Bloody light shot into the sky, like a pillar floating in the ocean, and the huge head was swinging in the air, its wide-eyed eyes filled with unbelievable affection.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

The name of the Buddha of Compassion slowly sounded, showing compassion for heaven and humanity.

"Dharma-wise, do you want to collect his body for him?" the preceptor asked.

"Being born in heaven and earth, returning to heaven and earth, how can we collect the corpse?"

"Wonderful Enlightenment from the Dharma."

The monk who holds the precepts puts his hands together, his face showing great piety and respect.

From the beginning to the end, the youngest Dharma monk in Tianchan Mountain never got out of the car, and did not even show his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the plain white frame started driving again, forming a sharp contrast with the scarlet corpses on the roadside.

Between heaven and earth, the moment of life and death is separated by this thought.

"According to the law, something happened to Lin Ming of Riyue Mountain and he was seriously injured. He still has not been released from seclusion."

The ring bearer followed closely beside the carriage and slowly told him the information he had just obtained.

"As for whose hands he was defeated, we don't know... There is news that it may have been someone who returned to the ruins..." the command-bearing warrior said respectfully.

"Riyueshanming... I heard that this person has been blessed by the Dharma of the Star Ape..."

Inside the carriage, there was no whispering, and the sound of turning rosary beads could be faintly heard.

"Now that Lin Ming is seriously injured and unable to escape, I'm afraid that Riyue Mountain will become nothing more than a joke." The command-bearing warrior said calmly.

In his eyes, Tianchanshan is naturally the number one in the world, and everyone else will be reduced to a mere foil.

This kind of hatred has been deeply ingrained from the day he became a monk.

"You don't know the magic of Riyue Mountain..."

Suddenly, Wuxiang spoke.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There is the sun and the moon in the sky and the earth, and there is yin and yang in the world... If the sun does not grow alone, and the yin alone does not grow, the Sun and Moon Mountain will never have its only glory."

"What the law means..." The precepts-abiding warrior changed his expression upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask.

"Now that Yang is declining, Yin must be strong... It seems that it can't be hidden now."

The long and soft words resounded and spread on the cold official road. As the plain white carriage went farther and farther, they were finally inaudible.

…

On the outskirts of Wangxuan City.

A dilapidated house, which was originally the granary of Jingci Nunnery, is only half a mile away from the nunnery.

Ever since that night's incident, Hong Xiaofu came here often.

Li Mo thought that he had changed his temper, got close to nature, studied the Dharma and understood Taoism, and finally embarked on the right path.

"I am coming……"

Arriving at the granary, Hong Xiaofu knocked on the door, only to hear a "squeak" sound as the loose wooden door slowly opened.

As soon as Hong Xiaofu came in, he saw the thin and fair Ning Huaishu huddled in the corner with his hands on his knees, and a dead cat lying there not far away.

"This is……"

Hong Xiaofu frowned slightly, but did not continue.

After these days of contact, he already had a rough understanding of the physique of the mysterious girl in front of him. As long as she was not around, any small animal that came close to her would not survive.

"I...I didn't mean it...you...you can't leave me for too long..."

Ning Huaishu's expression was a little sad, like a child who had done something wrong, with his head lowered, as if he was defending or admitting his mistake.

"I don't blame you...my friend said that God is good at giving birth to good children, so he can give birth to a good child in his next life."

As he spoke, Hong Xiaofu put down his lunch box, picked up the body of the dead cat, and walked out.

"where did you go?"

Ning turned him around with a curse and asked in a panic.

"I buried it."
To be continued...