The feeling coming from his hand was as heavy as iron. He knew that the middle-aged man in black had lost his cultivation.

No matter how severe the injury is, it will not be so heavy, just like the feeling of a person who cannot fall into the water.

If your cultivation is still there, even if you are seriously injured, you can still take advantage of your strength and your body is much lighter.

The middle-aged man in black breathed and shallow: "Senior Brother Xuming, if you come later, I'm afraid I'm dead."

"Junior Brother Lu, who is it?"

"Little Prince of the Southern Prince's Mansion."

"Dugu Xian?"

“That’s right.”

"Amitabha!"

"Senior Brother Xuming, don't avenge me, I will do it myself!" The middle-aged man in black gritted his teeth and his eyes burst into cold light.

"...Forget it." Master Xu Ming shook his head: "When will the revenge be repaid? Let's just go!"

"impossible!"

The middle-aged man in black flashed in his eyes.

He saw that his younger brother had been his tail when he was a child, following behind his butt and calling his brother.

My younger brother was so cute at that time. He was attached to him and always wanted to follow him.

The old mother loves her youngest son, and her parents are more partial to her younger brother, but she has to give her any delicious food to herself first and never eat it alone.

Over the years, the two brothers have relied on each other in this cold world, relying on each other for their own lives. Their own lives are his lives, and their lives are their own lives!

No matter what bad things your brother does, he is his own brother, and he must not let him die with his eyes open!

"Amitabha!" Seeing that he looked so firm, Monk Xuming shook his head and signaled him to sit down.

When the middle-aged man in black sat down, Monk Xuming sat behind him, put his palm on his vest and slowly passed through a mellow breath.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound was like thunder.

The middle-aged man in black flew out, and the monk Xuming sat and slid three feet behind, and his purple gold robe was swaying like a ball.

"Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha!" ​​Monk Xu Ming stopped shouting.

Several golden threads lit up on the purple gold robes and slowly lie down.

Monk Xuming brushed his long sleeves.

The middle-aged man in black slowed down and was held back to his original position by his invisible big hands and sat down again.

"Senior Brother Xu Ming, it's the little prince who made trouble."

"I am worthy of being the little prince!"

"This little prince is more powerful than the legendary one. Senior Brother Xu Ming, there is no need to force me. I can't die now."

"Try it again." Monk Xu Ming sighed, "Senior Brother Lu is still thinking about taking revenge?"

"Unless I die...hey, it's too big to die." The middle-aged man in black sneered: "I don't believe that if I fight for this life, the Southern Prince's Mansion will not be damaged at all!"

"What's the trouble!" Monk Xuming put his palms on his back: "Junior Brother Lu, you have never learned Buddhism, why can't you break the illusion of everything in the world, and the withering and prosperity are all in a thought,... Life and death, death and death are just transfers to another carriage. Brothers are just guests of the same carriage. When fate comes, gathers, and when fate ends, it disperses. Why bother to force it!"

"Senior Brother Xuming, I understand Buddhism, but I can't break our brotherly feelings, and I don't want to break it!"

"Oh..., I'm crazy! If your little brother is still alive, will your brothers get entangled because of interests, will they get dirty because of women? Will you want to seize it because you have obtained a secret book, will you hurt your children? All sentient beings are illusions."

"Senior Brother Xuming, I have no children!"

"Although you are not young now, our rituals are very different from secular martial arts. You are still full of vitality now. Why not find a woman, become a family, and inherit the incense of your Lu family. It is much better than being obsessed with revenge."

"Senior Brother Xu Ming, are we afraid of the Southern Prince's Mansion?"

"Amitabha!"

"It seems that I'm afraid." The middle-aged man in black smiled and shook his head: "I know I'm just a lay disciple and a registered disciple. Our temple will not make enemies with the Southern Prince's Mansion because of me."

“…”

"Then I can only find a way myself."

"Junior Brother Lu, I'll tell you, I have asked the abbot about it and asked him what the abbot is, Prince Nan, is."

The middle-aged man in black hurriedly wanted to turn around, but Xu Ming's palms blocked him like a wall and prevented him from moving.

"The abbot once said that this Prince Nan is an unprecedented strange man." Monk Xuming said slowly: "Not only his cultivation, but also his wisdom. His ancestors, geniuses and geniuses, have not reached the level of Prince Nan."

The middle-aged man in black frowned.

Monk Xu Ming said, "Do you still think the abbot will praise him in vain?"

"Master Abbot of course has the right vision." The middle-aged man in black said in a deep voice: "But no matter how powerful he is!"

"It seems that you have already become dying." Monk Xuming sighed: "It is also a wonderful state to die in your heart and live in your body."

Middle-aged man in black is puzzled.

"Amitabha!" Monk Xuming said slowly: "This is the opportunity to enter the Tao, duh!"

He suddenly slapped it with a palm.

The big hands like palm-leaf fan were printed firmly on the middle-aged Baihui acupoint in black.

The middle-aged man in black closed his eyes and remained silent as if he was dead.

Monk Xuming withdrew his palm and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Then he closed his eyes and did not move.

The two of them were like two tree stumps, and the breeze blew, and some weeds slowly came and fell on them.

They seemed to have inexplicable adsorption to weeds and leaves. The weeds and leaves floating by them would suddenly turn and fall on them one after another.

They eventually turned into two haystacks, and they could no longer see them clearly, and they were completely integrated with the haystack.

Dugu Xian and Zhao Ru, Ye Qiu and Leng Lu, Yuan Ziyan and Xu Zhiyi, six people appeared in front of the two haystacks together, looking up and down, and were extremely curious.

"Aunt Xu, are they..." Zhao Ru asked curiously.

Xu Zhiyi said: "This is entering an epiphany."

"Both have both entered an epiphany?"

"Um."

"What will happen?"

"It's hard to say. I don't know the martial arts of Kurong Temple, but since the master attaches so much importance to it, he must be extremely powerful."

Zhao Ru looked at Dugu Xian and smiled and said, "It seems that you are in big trouble and shouldn't have spared his life."

Dugu Xian smiled and shook his head.

"Can you still laugh?" Zhao Ru said, "Are you afraid that after his sudden enlightenment, his magical power will make great progress and surpass you?"

Dugu Xian looked at Yuan Ziyan and the others: "There are a few aunts here, what's so scary about me?"

Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "With the Qinglian Sword Technique, he can't turn the sky."

Cold dew smiled gently.

Ye Qiu said: "I dare not talk about the sword technique and can do anything to the unique skills of Kurong Temple. I have never fought against you yet."

Xu Zhiyi pondered: "I want to see the unique skills of Kurong Temple and see why the master valued it so much."

"Then wait?" Yuan Ziyan said with a smile.

Leng Lu said: "Wait."

She also wanted to try the Qinglian Sword Technique.

It is achieved through so much pain. If you don’t have the opportunity to test the sword, it would be unfair.

"Wait and wait." Ye Qiu nodded slightly and looked at Dugu Xian.

Dugu Xian nodded: "Listen to a few aunts, just wait."

Zhao Ru chuckled with her lips.

Six people gathered around two piles of grass, staring at the movement of the haystacks carefully. A gust of wind blew, and a whistle sounded.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Ru felt that it was particularly slow and long.
Chapter completed!