New White Snake Asking Immortals

Huixian likes Zhuquan Mountain.

The wind in the bamboo forest brings coolness, tranquility, and peace of mind. I am used to hearing the rustling of bamboo leaves and drinking the sweet spring in the mountains. This is my home.

The stone road under my feet seems to have been laid two thousand years ago, maybe three thousand years ago, I can’t remember clearly, but the old and young people in Zhuquan Mountain carry up the mountain one by one, and each one is familiar with each one. These are all memories.

Seeing several newly dug soil holes by the roadside, old Huixian felt that the bamboo rats in the mountains were a bit fat.

Climbing the mountain step by step, as if forgetting the golden auspicious clouds in the sky behind, turning a few turns, climbing up the mountain rock steps, and a few steps above the swaying emerald green bamboo sea.

Listen to the sound of the wind.

It is still the familiar Zhuquan Mountain, with the eaves of the ruined temple occasionally exposed in the swaying bamboo sea, with new and old tiles.

Zhuquan Temple was built by Lao Huixian himself with bricks and trees.

Digging the earth to open the way, digging wells for water.

Shabby, desolate, can't compare with the magnificent temples, but quiet, live with peace of mind, have more time to think.

But there are always many things that disturb the peace.

The evil spirits of hell, and these golden... fellow disciples in front of them?

Suddenly, a certain sound came from the golden cloud.

Moo~!

The Zhuquan Temple gang intercepted in the sky seemed to be hit hard, except for the long-faced Tianwang, who had a serious face, all of them backed away involuntarily, and then, no matter how weak they were, they all started to get angry.

"Hiss~! Kill them! Kill them all!"

Fortunately, the iron ball stepped forward and hugged it, otherwise it would really rush forward to kill, because the opponent challenged the territory.

The angry little stone smashed the stone over without saying a word.

The stone with a little soil on its surface turned and drew a parabola, and smashed straight into the golden cloud. Perhaps the opponent was also stunned by this primitive attack method. Throwing stones may not find a precedent in the entire fairy world. Leng did not make any reaction.

The long-faced Heavenly King's eyelids twitched, feeling that this small ruined temple is full of people who are different from ordinary people.

Old Huixian waved without changing his face.

"Come back, all."

The Zhuquan Temple gang kept vigilant and slowly retreated back to the top of the mountain.

The old monk Huixian stood in the middle, in front of him was a snake demon boy carrying a knife, on his right was a small stone bent over to look for stones, on the left was an iron ball holding an ant's leg, Qingling was holding a blue sword in the back, shoulders Liquor Worm was lying on his stomach, and the tallest, muscular and strongest long-faced Tianwang was on the other side with his arms folded.

A magical and unique combination, some people have insects, some demons, and gods with particularly long faces.

The wind blew Lao Huixian's eyebrows and beard swaying, clasped his hands together, and looked at Yun Duo with helpless eyes and a little disappointment.

The golden light emitted by the clouds spread to Zhuquan Temple, but it stopped in front of the mountain and it was difficult to advance.

The people in the small town at the foot of the mountain were extremely pious. They looked at the sky ecstatically, kowtowed, and expressed all kinds of good wishes, praying for safety and prosperity.

And Zhuquan Mountain is still emerald green.

The bamboo forest is as usual, not even a little bit of gold.

Zhuquan Mountain seems to have a barrier,

Make the golden light impenetrable.

The people in the town are still kneeling and praying.

Suddenly, Jin Yun changed.

A few figures appeared in the thick golden auspicious clouds. They were very large and extremely oppressive. They had golden skin and golden cassocks, holy lotus stands, and solemn treasures. The people kneeling on the ground and praying were stunned for a moment and then suddenly ecstatic, their faces flushed and excited Speak all kinds of pious languages.

In the clouds, the eyes of the tallest golden Buddha were half-closed, and he saw the ruined temple in the bamboo forest, and also saw the strange combination on the top of the mountain.

Old Huixian took a few steps forward.

The tall golden Buddha and the old monk are looking at each other.

It seems that the two sides are diametrically opposed.

Surrounded by the majestic Buddha light of the golden Buddha treasure, the golden cassock, the skin is flawless, the smile is not a smile, and the sky is surrounded by different Buddhas, looking down on all living beings from above.

The old Huixian on the top of Zhuquan Mountain looked shabby and desolate.

In the middle of the mountain is the Zhuquan Temple with a grassy roof, old bricks and broken tiles. Part of the moss-covered wall has collapsed. Rope strings to dry dried vegetables, various hatchets hoe ax carpenter tools.

Several two-foot-tall bamboo shoots sprouted in the corner of the yard.

Old Huixian was even more shabby.

An old monk's robe that was washed white and covered with patches, and open-toed cloth shoes.

The skinny head was shaved half a month ago.

The wrinkled old face may often eat vegetarian dishes so that the face is disheveled, and the hands of the vegetable field are stained with mud, and the back is slightly hunched. It looks like an ordinary old man.

After thinking about it, old Huixian didn't ask such nonsense about where you came from.

If the other party answers from where it comes from, it is meaningless.

"Good, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the small stone next to him threw another stone.

The stone, about the size of a bowl, flew into the sky in a twirl. Of course, it would not cause any harm to the gods and Buddhas, but it clearly showed the attitude of the small stone to fight. I will not mention whether it can be beaten. If there are no hard thoughts, then it is really over.

Maybe there was a moment when I wondered why I was throwing stones and fighting, and then I left it behind.

Old Huixian pretended not to see it.

"Where are you going?"

Just ask where you are going, not where you came from, and avoid nonsense.

On the opposite side, the extremely tall gods and Buddhas also clasped their hands together, still smiling but not smiling.

The sound that comes out of the mouth is like thunder piercing the ears and like a spring breeze, it seems to be heard and it seems to appear in the soul.

"The suffering in the world is caused by evil spirits. My teaching of compassion is to save the suffering and disaster. I am here to help the evil dragon and learn my teaching method to rectify the evil and return to the right."

"Ok?"

In an instant, the eyes of the Zhuquan Temple gang looked at them changed, and their killing intent suddenly increased. This matter is endless!

There is only one dragon in the world, and almost all the close relatives, fellow villagers, and friends actually slandered it into an evil dragon! Many forces in the world know that Zhuquan Temple has a close relationship with Bailong, so they obviously didn't pay attention to Zhuquan Temple when they said this face to face!

The iron ball held two scimitars and wanted to rush up immediately, Qing Ling was so angry that he showed some characteristics of the snake monster, this scene made the gods and Buddhas in the sky even more contemptuous.

Old monk Huixian seemed to have known about it a long time ago, and he was not surprised. The disappointment in his eyes was even stronger.

Instead of arguing about the meaninglessness of the theory, Lao Huixian can't use words to dissuade the gods and Buddhas who are all over the sky. Ordinary people may care about ideas. At this point, only benefits are eternal.

The standoff continues.

The people who kowtow to pray on the ground don't know the truth.

It is thought that the gods and Buddhas are merciful to stay here.

In fact, the gods and Buddhas above the clouds also thought about detouring or flying directly there, but they always felt that the ruined temple and the shabby old monk in the middle of the mountain were weird, seemingly ordinary to the extreme, but there was an indescribable pressure.

The two sides are facing each other, one side is tall and shrouded in a huge golden light, and the other side has people and monsters guarding the verdant hill.

Old Huixian turned his head to look at the battlefield of gods and demons.

The dragon-shaped momentum is still high-spirited, and the bloody killings on the battlefield stain the sky with blood.

Then look at the tall and tall Golden Buddha.

"Turning back is the shore, you just retreat here."

Immediately, the other party laughed.

In the eyes of Mantian gods and Buddhas, old Huixian is just an ordinary old monk.

Huixian was not angry at the ridicule, but couldn't hide his disappointment, talking to himself about the past.

"Back then, I shaved my hair and escaped into Buddhism, devoted myself to practice, realized emptiness, understood what it means to let go, and understood good and evil for a moment."

He paused and continued.

"Later, I gradually realized a truth, to practice oneself is to practice, to cultivate others, hehe."

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: Mobile version reading URL: