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After dinner, the three of them were drinking tea, when Xuan Ci suddenly spoke.

"Yes!"

Although I was a little surprised when Master suddenly proposed to go out.But Xiao Meng was not easy to ask, so he could only get up and follow.

"Is this... going out?"

Seeing three monks passing by the door, "Glacier Swordsman" Bai Ze stood up with a smile, "Grandmaster duel is about to begin!"

Three gray-robed monks walked out of "the first house in the sea".

At this time, sitting behind the counter, Qu Jiuniang, who had been indifferent and not interested in anything, suddenly raised her head.

"The crying old man came back out of the arena, and Shaolin Xuanci went deep into the vast sea. If there is no contact in it, the ghost will not believe it!"

Looking at the back of the three people leaving, Qu Jiuniang gently tapped on the counter table, suddenly seemed to have found something, and looked up at the second floor.

She saw the cold swordsman in white fluttering.

"Have you all gathered together? You... don't mess with me."

With a secret "hum" in her heart, Qu Jiuniang lowered her head again, opened the cash box on the counter, and started counting the money.

As a member of "Xianji", named "Bixia Yuanjun" Qu Jiuniang, even if her own strength is not enough to compete with the master, but... she is also an organized person!

The leader of Xianji, "Lingbao Tianzun" rushed to the real person, who was an expert in the realm of Dharma.Qu Jiuniang was confident enough to face threats from the outside world.

Quicksand outside.

In the direction of Hanhai, there is a low hill.

This mountain is unremarkable. Like countless cliffs in the vast sea, it is covered with gravel rocks and there is not much vegetation at all.

At this moment, Master Xuanci brought Xiao Meng and Zhenhui to this very ordinary hill.

"Master, you said today that the'Glacier Swordsman' is full of resuscitation. How is this realm of cultivation distinguished?"

The atmosphere felt a little dull, Xiao Meng couldn't think of the reason for a while, so he could only find a word, and asked Xuanci to ask about the strength of the people in the world.

"It's time to tell you about this!"

Xuan Ci nodded and explained to Xiao Meng and Zhen Hui.

From high to low, the strongest is naturally the tallest person.

In the eyes of the people of the world, a person with a height of law, who moves mountains and overwhelms the sea, is simply a god.

Below the Dharma body is the half-step Dharma body, known as the "Great Master.

Under the "Grand Master" is the location nine heavens.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth heavens of location are collectively called "masters", the strong of the fourth, fifth, and sixth heavens of location are called "extreme masters", and the first, second and third heavens are "first-rate masters".

Under the location, the half-step location can be regarded as a "second-rate master."

The nine orifices open together is the "three streams", the six, seven, and eight orifices are the "four streams", and the two or four orifices are "common."

Hereinafter, it is called "no flow".

"So it is!"

Talking all the way, everyone has reached the top of the hill.

The top of the stone mountain is no longer smooth, there are many dead trees that have never decayed.

"This is a cemetery!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuanci sighed sadly, stopped in front of a knotted poplar tree, and sighed lowly, "The two young children of the teacher are buried here. If they are not dead, they should be as big as you. Up."

"Master..."

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressed. Both Xiao Meng and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany the master in sadness.

In the scourge of the door that year, the two young sons of Xuan Ci, under the leadership of the old servant, fled all the way, and finally... they were found by the crying old man and beheaded here.

"I'm really confused as a teacher!"

After a moment of silence, Xuan Ci suddenly said, "I was in a trance as a teacher and forgot to buy some incense candles. Zhending, Zhenhui, you should go back to the inn and buy some incense candles by the way."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Meng had some doubts in his heart. Since the master came to pay the grave for the youngest son, how could he forget to bring the incense candle?

Now that Xuanci spoke, Xiao Meng could only press down on his doubts.

"Crying old man, you really came!"

On the top of the mountain, a yin wind roared.

Xuan Ci's face was calm, and there was a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.This is a string of dark golden Buddha beads, with a faint light of Buddha.

"You came here on purpose to kill me? It seems that you already knew the news that I was coming to Hanhai!"

Xuan Ci was expressionless, but her dark eyes became darker.

Three of my own masters and apprentices came to Hanhai, and only the senior officials of Shaolin Temple knew the news.Now, just entering the vast sea, the crying old man is waiting here.

Could it be that... there are foreign enemies hidden in the Shaolin Temple?

It's just that now the enemy is currently, there is no time to worry about those.

"The old man has always had grudges and must be avenged."

While the wind was whistling, a black and thin old man suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

He has a black scarf on his head, a white robe, and the corners of his eyes are hanging down. There are still a few white spots under his eyes, like tears dripping from his eyes.This is the origin of the name "Crying Old Man".

"I heard that you are going to King Kong Temple, so I am waiting for you here. I know you will definitely come."

The whole body exudes a black air, ghastly, vaguely, as if there are thousands of evil spirits wailing and crying, a piece of ghost crying wolf howling.

"You guessed right."

Xuanci has no compassion or joy, but the rosary in his hand turns faster!

"Do you think you can survive your two disciples? Although the old man is too lazy to care about them, there are disciples and grandchildren waiting below."

The crying old man sneered, and his whole body was tumbling up like a thick black mist.

The surrounding area was gloomy, and countless souls cried and wailed.

"If you don't distract them, the aftermath of the Grand Master's battle will leave them dead. Below, they still have a glimmer of life."

Xuanci's own realm was even worse than that of the crying old man. Although he was not afraid of fighting, he still had to fight the crying old man and protect his two apprentices.

"Vitality? Qu Jiuniang? She dare to take care of my business?"

The crying old man snorted coldly, and slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, black ghosts appeared around him, crying bitterly, making his scalp numb and shaking his mind.

"Someone dares to manage!"

Xuan Ci remembered the figure of Shengxue in white, smiled indifferently, holding the hand of the rosary, slowly raising it!

"Huh! Go to hell!"

The crying old man roared and waved his palm!

"quack……"

"Woo..."

Countless souls cried and cried, and the sky was filled with darkness.

This is exactly the "eighteen beats" of the crying old man's stunt!

"Boom!"

With the peak of the hill as the core, the black air is like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, enclosing the sky, like a hurricane.

The dark storm swept the world!

At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis outside the quicksand set quickly withered and dried up under this black fog, and it seemed that the water had been drained.

Countless cattle and sheep, countless herders, stood in place one by one, their skin and muscles were dehydrated every inch, and black shadows flew out of their bodies into the black mist on the top of the peak.

This terrible scene spread hundreds of miles.

As if to ingest the souls of all living beings, to wither the whole earth.A hundred miles in a radius, the earth is dry and cracked, countless creatures are zeroed!

"Do you know why I want to practice the incomplete Moko Fu Mo Sutra?"

Xuan Ci slowly raised his hand, and his entire arm became transparent and pure, like colored glaze, free from dust.

The golden Buddha light bloomed, and a golden lotus stand manifested.

On the lotus platform sits a Bodhisattva with a compassionate face and compassion for the world. In his palm, he holds the breath of life and death, which is like a precious wheel of black and white changes, containing the cycle of life and death.

"After today, in tens of billions of calamities, there should be the world, all hells, the three evil ways, all sins and suffering sentient beings, I vow to rescue, from the evil interests of hell, beasts and hungry ghosts. And this crime and others, will do Buddha, then I will become enlightened."

"If the hell is not empty, you will swear not to become a Buddha! When all beings are exhausted, Bodhi will be proved!

"The original wish of Jizo, Moko Fumo!"

The mighty Buddha's glory reflects the world.

The countless souls gathered in the "eighteen beats of the unjust souls" of the crying old man, under the light of the Buddha, turned into a single moment and disappeared without a trace.

The black fog covers the sky, the Buddha's light is mighty!

Between the whole world, it seems that only the black mist and the mighty Buddha light are left!

Such an earth-shattering movement is simply a magic trick!