My luck can go against the sky

The golden light splits the dense gloom, and the dark clouds hanging in the sky suddenly disappear.

Han Zirong's expression changed, and he ran to the temple cafeteria.

"Damn, I like to play blew up."

Sweep the sense of God, quickly lock the little boy and the little novice monk.

Han Zirong's figure flashed to the two people who were covered by the mud, grabbed them in his hands, unfolded, and quickly climbed up.

Gao Yueran and Zhang Chongzhi rushed down the cliff to find their nephew. Like Han Zirong, they hurried away from Baohe Temple.

In the Buddhist hall, Xiong Shan Dacheng's figure kept twisting, his body soaring suddenly, and he kept waving too much sword in his hand, trying to break the Buddha's light that bound him.

Xiong Shan Dacheng roared, his black monk clothes shattered.

"Mingxin, you are a lunatic!"

The old abbot Mingxin nodded gently: "I'm a lunatic, go with me to Xitian Bliss and meet the Buddha."

Having said that, with a wave of his hand, he formed a lotus seal with one hand, which suppressed Xiong Shan Dacheng.

Xiong Shan Dacheng snorted and screamed frantically when he was crushed on the ground.

Pulling out his hands vigorously, straighten them, gather them together, and quickly seal, the magic energy in the body is quickly excited and surging.

"Shiki, Inugi!"

Suddenly stepped out of the void, a big black dog, a ferocious black dog, his body changed for a while, a mist rose, the ghosts stood up and quickly turned into a human form.

Even though he became a human being, the ogre was still not very good on the outside, with his hideous fangs exposed, dressed in black, calmly looking at Xiong Shan Dacheng.

"Xiongshan's family, what are you looking for?"

The dog ghost swept away, saw the situation of the Buddhist hall clearly, and joked.

"Oh, it turned out to be dying."

"Help me, Lord Inogui, I am willing to dedicate my body!" Xiong Shan Dacheng said anxiously looking at Inogui.

Inugui was a little excited, licking the fangs at the corner of his mouth, and his saliva suddenly dripped slowly down the corner of his mouth.

"Well, who made me respond to any request." After all, the dog ghost stretched out his left hand and grabbed Xiong Shan Dacheng.

When he moved, in the Kunlun Mountain Yaochi, a woman wandering in the cold Yaochi slowly opened her eyes and whispered.

"Yo, little dog ghost, come and play?"

"Why don't you come to me?"

"I want to kill the flesh on your body."

The voice is not loud, and it is thousands of miles away, but it is like Hong Zhong in the ears of a ghost. The left hand that has just been protruding out suddenly retracts, looking at the left and right nervously, and sneered: "This, this, misunderstanding, misunderstanding , I will leave immediately, and I will leave immediately."

After saying that he walked for a flash, he would return to his own spiritual world.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, in Yaochi, the woman gently stretched out her left hand and pinched it tightly.

The dog ghost in the sky above Nanhu Mountain suddenly let out a whimper, and his body burst open, leaving only his spiritual body to return to his spiritual world.

The woman raised her head, looked out of Huaxia, and whispered softly: "Those who dare to enter my Huaxia, die!"

When the voice fell, the world changed color leisurely, and the sky thundered and thunder burst for a while.

The wind blew, and the sun shone thousands of miles away.

In the Buddhist hall of Baohe Temple in Nanhushan, Xiongshan Dacheng noodles are like ashes.

Mingxin raised her head to the west with her hands folded, bowing her head.

The Yuan Ying villain hiding in the dantian frowned dissatisfied, learning to understand the heart, and gently put his hands together.

Strands of golden light spread out from Mingxin's body, and the body shattered in an instant. For a time, the golden light was as bright as the sun in the sky.

Suddenly, the air wave flew, and the whole Nanhu Mountain was shaken.

Xiong Shan Dacheng closed his eyes, rolled over and sat up, sitting cross-legged, folded his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The devilish energy on the body surface dispersed in an instant, leaving only pure Buddha light.

The flesh is also dissipating a little bit.

On this day, the old abbot Mingxin of Baohe Temple in Nanhushan exploded himself and went to Xitian Bliss.

All the thirty-seven disciples in the seat were killed, only one Jianxin remained.

Nanhu Mountain was flattened into a ruin.

The figure transformed by illusion in the village at the foot of the mountain also gradually disappeared.

Within a thousand miles, wherever the sound of the Buddha, wherever the light of the Buddha, the evil spirits die.

Those who are incapable of sapience suddenly had an epiphany and sincerely bowed to the Buddha.

No one struck the bronze bell, and it reverberated.

In Songshan Shaolin Temple, everyone puts their hands together, and the scriptures are kept.

Han Zirong put down the three people who were still unconscious, folded their hands together, bowed slightly with a calm expression.

Beside him, Longhushan Zhang Chongzhi, Wudang Mountain Gao Yueran, singing the name of Buddha, remembering the mind.

After a long time, Han Zirong raised his head and sat down cross-legged calmly.

Bloody, but bright-minded.

He took out a somewhat shriveled cigarette case, drew out three cigarettes and threw them to Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran, saying, "This time, thank you two Taoist masters."

Zhang Chongzhi was in a tattered robe, wiped his face, and took it. The original black hair became silvery white, and his figure also became squeaky, like Han Zirong, sat down with his butt, snapped his fingers, and fell into his mouth. The smoke ignited immediately, took a deep breath, and spit out the smoke. Then he said: "I'm in the same position, no need to say thanks."

Wudang Mountain Gao Yueran rejected the cigarette Han Zirong had given him. He smiled, took out the cigar he had been reluctant to smoke and lit it, took a sip of enjoyment, and said, "If you have done something, you are still alive. Don't ask for anything else."

"I just hope that the little friend will not forget what the abbot of Mingxin did."

Han Zirong nodded slightly, looked at Xiaoguai and the young novice who were in a coma, Jianxin, then turned to look at Zhang Chongzhi, and Gao Yueran said, "Let me take care of these two. They are still young, and they should be saved. "

Gao Yueran looked at Xiaoguai and Jianxin. They wanted to open their mouths, but they were interrupted by Zhang Chongzhi's hand. Zhang Chongzhi waved his hand and said, "Since the abbot of Mingxin has entrusted him to you, I naturally don't need much words."

He looked at Xiao Gua, and said hesitantly: "It's just that, little friend needs more consideration."

"After all, drought is not a common thing. If you insist on harming one party, it will be another life in China."

"It's not convenient to talk about this today. I just hope that the little friend can take care of the drought. If it is really uncontrollable, I hope that the little friend can notify me in time, so we can also prepare early."

"If there is a drought that hurts people due to improper care of a little friend, then don’t say that I’m waiting to be unreasonable. In addition, the little friend still must not let the drought go around. In this world, there are people everywhere in my door. If you insist on doing it, no matter who hurts, it’s not very good. Destroying demons and eliminating demons is my duty as a cultivator. I hope my friends will forgive me.”

Han Zirong nodded lightly and agreed one by one.

It wasn't until the four disciples of Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain awakened one by one that Zhang Chongzhi stood up and said goodbye.

As everyone walked away, Xiao Guai, who had been blinded and unconscious, opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and jumped up into Han Zirong's arms, and whispered, "Uncle, are you going to catch me too?"

"They are good or bad, they have always wanted to catch Xiaoguai."

Han Zirong looked at Xiaoguai in silence for a while before saying: "No, how could my uncle catch Xiaoguai? They are just kidding you, you are so cute, who would be willing to arrest you."

After all, Han Zirong reached out and wiped off the blood on Xiaoguai's face little by little.

After that, Han Zirong stood up, kicked Tie Zhongyun and said, "Okay, I have given you two injections with the analysing needle. It's time to wake up."

Tie Zhongyun opened his eyes awkwardly, stood up, and said awkwardly: "I'm not thinking about how it feels to fly."

Han Zirong snorted, pointing to Jianxin who was still in a coma, and said to Tie Zhongyun: "Put him up on your back and walk back. I will be pulling the three of you alone. I won't be tired?"

"Also stop by to see if there are any abnormalities in the surrounding area. This time the Yuan Ying blew himself up, there must be a lot of strange things around."

Tie Zhongyun's eyes suddenly brightened, and he nodded: "You still think carefully. With such a large energy fluctuation, something abnormal must happen."

Han Zirong gave a cold snort, stopped looking at him, and pressed the communication button of the Bureau of Anomaly Investigation.