The Buddha's voice lingers in the mountains for a long time, sometimes deep and deep, sometimes clear and sometimes deep. To the mortals at the foot of the mountain, it is like the arrival of billions of gods and Buddhas. They are inexplicably excited. Many people even burn incense and pray outside their homes.
Fenghuang, these two words carry a magical power,
A generation of evil emperors with extraordinary talents. Even though he has been missing for nearly two thousand years, the mention of these two words will still frighten many strong men of the older generation.
No one thinks that he is still alive in this world, but when these words come out of Qian Qiusheng's mouth, people have to be taboo, believe, and tremble.
A generation of evil emperor is about to be born again,
"You, Ban Ban, thought you could frighten the poor monk by lifting the Feng Emperor. Believe it or not, I broke you into pieces and broke you up again." The fair-weather monk was not afraid at all. He raised his wrist as he spoke. Qian Qiusheng's face was slapped with a slap, and it flew away.
There are absolutely few people in this world who dare not be afraid of Feng Huang, but the meat-and-wine monk is one of them.
The great monk was as strong as an ox and knocked Qian Qiusheng flying dozens of miles away. His face was smashed and his teeth fell all over the floor.
Qian Qiusheng could no longer maintain his elegance and snorted, but he did not dare to fight back, let alone curse out loud. If he showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, he would definitely die here today, and he would be left to the good and the good. The monk gave the monk a beating. Maybe the fair-weather monk was jealous of the evil emperor and would not kill him, but if he dared to resist, he would definitely not survive.
Shi Tuoluo was also taken care of, and was thrown away by one foot by the meat-and-wine monk, and his head was inserted into a mountain peak.
Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo were beaten violently by the meat and wine monk again. After the meat and wine monk beat them softly, they poured a sip of wine into their mouths and said: "As expected of the two great practitioners of Senluo Palace, their cultivation is good. Hurry up." Wu Quantum and Camel Tieniu from back then were beaten to death by me for so long, not bad, not bad."
Both Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo got up. One-third of Qian Qiusheng's bones were broken, and half of the three pairs of black feathers on Shi Tuoluo's back were torn off. The two evil leaders were disgraced. But they didn’t dare to complain,
Zhu Qiansheng said: "It's all because of the show of mercy by the old man, otherwise our cultivation would have left us dead."
"This junior didn't know that the fair-weather senior was actually here, so I'm offended. I hope senior will take it for the sake of Emperor Feng." Shi Tuoluo limped over and said,
They all knew that it was because of Emperor Feng that the fair-weather monk did not kill them.
The meat-and-wine monk put his hands on his hips, and the tattoo on his chest was exposed. There was a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a big rat in the middle. He thought very much of a bald butcher who sold meat. He said: "It turns out that the evil spirits in this world have their own ways, and the cultivators have their own ways." Immortal cultivators follow the path of Buddhist cultivators. I am not one of those old-fashioned Taoists. I don’t like to uphold justice and slay demons to protect the Tao. But if you fucking mess with me, don’t blame me for beating you up. I don’t even know him.”
These are some kind of senior masters, they are full of foul language, which made Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo talk at each other and look at each other.
Shi Tuoluo said repeatedly: "Lord Feng Huang has told you many times that no one in this world of immortality can be offended by the Master of Wine and Meat. Senluo Palace can ignore anyone, but it must not ignore the Master of Wine and Meat." inside."
Of course these are all polite words,
The fair-weather monk heard this with great excitement and said: "The Evil Emperor really said that."
"It's absolutely true." Shi Tuoluo said,
Zhu Qiansheng also said: "Feng Emperor Qian Ding Ling Wan has told us many times that the Dharma of the Wine and Meat Master is boundless. If we don't open our eyes and offend the Wine and Meat Master, then we are seeking death ourselves, and even the gods can't save us."
The meat-and-wine monk coughed twice and said, "Where is your evil emperor? I would like to go meet him and ask him how he disciplines his disciples."
If other people had said such words, they would have laughed out loud, but when these words came from the mouth of a fair-weather monk, no one could laugh.
Qian Qiu Sheng said: "The Evil Emperor has just come out of Tonglu Mountain and obtained an ancient evil holy object. He is currently in retreat for sacrifice. I believe he will be released soon. Then he will definitely visit the Master of Wine and Meat in person. Now in Senluo Hall Everything is presided over by Young Master Evil Emperor."
"I don't want to interfere with your Senluo Palace's messy affairs. Just hand over the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" from the Beast Taming Palace obediently, and I will let you live. If you don't hand it over, I will save all of you today," the fair-wine monk said,
Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo looked at each other, both showing embarrassment, but when their eyes were fixed on the thick arms of the meat-and-wine monk, they still nodded with difficulty.
Qian Qiusheng bowed respectfully and said: "The Golden Silkworm Sutra is in the hands of the young master. After I ask the young master for the return of the scripture, I will personally deliver it to the Beast Taming Studio within three days, and I will definitely prepare a copy at that time. A generous gift to apologize."
Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo were both nervous. When they saw the meat-and-wine monk silent, Qian Qiusheng quickly said: "With the master's cultivation level, if he wants to take the life of this junior, he will definitely die even if he escapes to the ends of the earth. "
"Okay, it's settled. If you don't return the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" to the Beast Taming House within three days, I will definitely find you out and torture you thousands of times." The meat-and-wine monk has a perverse personality and his voice is like The thunderstorm shook Qianqiu's ears, and he bowed and retreated.
Qian Qiusheng and Shi Tuoluo took the remaining group of evil people from Senluo Palace and fled quickly.
Lanna Xuejian immediately rushed into the ancient Taoist temple. She had a graceful figure, long hair, and the Nalan Buddha clothes on her body condensed bursts of precious light. It made people feel that she was a jade daughter beside the Buddha. She would soon be Feng Feiyun was found and found that Feng Feiyun was not injured. She breathed a sigh of relief and said sweetly: "Demon Feng, you are so interested. You are still drinking here. Do you know that everyone I’m worried to death, I’m afraid you’ll lose an arm or break a leg.”
Feng Feiyun sat on the long table, holding a bronze wine glass, and took a sip. The blood in his eyes faded a lot, and the evil spirit became much less. He smiled and said, "Why are you worried about this?"
I don't know why, but every time Nalan Xuejian comes to Feng Feiyun's side, the evil spirit on Feng Feiyun's back will be suppressed, and the demon blood in his body will recede a lot.
"If you are missing an arm or a broken leg, they will have to support you for the rest of your life, wash your clothes, cook for you, wash your face, and wash your stinky socks..." Nalan Xuejian gave Feng Feiyun a white look. , hit him hard on the head,
"puff."
Feng Feiyun spit out a mouthful of blood into the wine glass, turning the wine inside red. His hands were covered with blood, and he coughed hard.
Feng Feiyun was already injured when he was fighting with Qian Qiu Sheng's consciousness, but he just kept holding on. After those evil people retreated, he vomited out the blood in his chest, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't scare me..." Nalan Xuejian was startled, thinking that he had knocked too hard, and he blamed himself. He quickly took out the emerald beads filled with Buddha's light, and held the emerald beads in his hand. In his hand, another soft and white hand held Feng Feiyun's palm,
The purest Buddha power surged out of the emerald Buddha beads, like a star held in one's hand, constantly pouring into Feng Feiyun's body.
Feng Feiyun originally wanted to tell Nalan Xuejian that he was not in serious trouble and there was no need to use the jade beads to help him, but when the power of the jade beads poured into Feng Feiyun's body, there was an indescribable feeling. The peaceful Buddha's voice sounded in Feng Feiyun's mind, purifying the negative thoughts and shadows in his mind.
The evil energy in the backbone of the King of Hell was suppressed and retreated into the bone marrow, covered with a faint cyan brilliance.
The green Buddha's light filled the blood, making Feng Feiyun's manic and evil demon blood become docile. Even the female demon's demon blood was purified and became darker.
Nalan Xuejian and Feng Feiyun stood and sat in this posture, with countless Buddha lights shuttled between them.
Nalan Xuejian's eyes were full of concern, her eyelashes were trembling, her beautiful face had the appearance of a Buddhist fairy and a saint, with a white Buddha ring on her head, pure and flawless, and her five snow-onion fingers tightly pinched Feng Feiyun's lips. Looking at the blood in the bronze wine cup, I felt indescribable pain in my palm, which was even more painful than my own injury.
"It's all my fault that I'm useless. He likes to show off his strength and show off his abilities so much. Since he was a child, he didn't have a mother to care about him or a grandma to love him. I can't help him. Why am I so useless..." Nalan Xuejian is always thinking about Feng Feiyun. Worried, I hate myself even more for not being able to help him at this moment.
Most of the demonic aura on Feng Feiyun's body has been suppressed, and even the demonic lines on his face have faded a lot, and his face has become fairer. There are only a few faint magic lines above the temple on the right side of his face, which are very light. You can't even see it if you look closely,
Feng Feiyun's eyes turned black again, and he slowly opened them,
Seeing Feng Feiyun open his eyes, Nalan Xuejian finally took a deep breath, raised his hand and was about to hit Feng Feiyun on the head again, but he only raised his hand halfway, and immediately He paused, fearing that Feng Feiyun would be beaten again until he vomited blood.
She loosened her snow-white and tender fists in a gentle and gentle manner, pinched her sleeves with her fingers, wiped away the blood on Feng Feiyun's lips, and said with worry in her beautiful eyes, "Are you feeling better? "
Feng Feiyun sat there, rolled his eyes twice, looked at the porcelain doll-like beautiful face in front of him, and solemnly said: "Oh no, I have practiced a body-refining magical power. Once I practice it, The Mahayana is indestructible and the body is immortal, but this magical power has a door, just above the head. You just knocked on it. My... cultivation is completely ruined, and I will never be able to set foot on the immortal path in this life. road."
After Nalan Xuejian heard this, he immediately blamed himself so much. He bit his lips tightly and his eyes became moist. He was about to burst into tears. He kept hitting himself with his fists, "You stupid Xuejian, You damn Xuejian, you always fail more than you succeed..."
Feng Feiyun's face was full of sadness, a little sad, and said: "I don't blame you...really...this is my life."