In the dark, a little Buddha's light shines.

Then, a thin monk with white eyebrows hanging down from both sides of his face stepped out of the darkness.

In one step, he came to a place ten feet in front of Lin Xun's body.

"Ksitigarbha Temple Falin, I have seen a little friend."

The old monk described him as withered, with his hands clasped together, neither sad nor happy.

Lin Xun's black hair is windless and automatic, and his clothes are hunting. At this moment, the Qi machine in his body climbs to an unprecedented level.

Only with a calm expression, he said, "Old monk, what are you going to do?"

"The little friend will go to the battlefield of the Nine Regions. Taking this opportunity, it is better to leave the Dazang Sisutra and Bodhi wood, so as not to be lost in the battlefield."

The old monk Falin spoke calmly.

"Lost? Do you think it's impossible for me to come back alive from the Nine Regions Battlefield?"

Lin Xun's black eyes were cold.

Dizang Temple!

How could he have forgotten this tradition?

In the past, he has been hunted and killed by the strong men of this Taoism, such as the ancient Buddha, the eighteen children of the Tibetan, such as the sage Fazheng.

The reason is very simple, Ksitigarbha Temple regards Ta Linxun as a heretic, and wants to kill him and then hurry up!

"Live or not, no one can tell."

Fa Lin's expression was calm, and the treasure was solemn.

When speaking, this world suddenly changed, as if the world was changed, and it turned into a secret realm that was isolated from the outside world.

Here, the Buddha's light is vast, and the sound of Sanskrit is clear.

Dharma is standing there, like a Buddha in the world, exuding immeasurable majesty.

"Little friend, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

He proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his voice was like a bell, stirring people's hearts.

If it was someone else, he had already been shocked, lost his mind, and felt uneasy.

But Lin Xun did not.

"The holy monk Du Ji once said, 'If I were a Buddha, there would be no demons in the world. If I were a demon, I would save the world's Buddhas and become demons.' Today, I want to try and see if I can save you, an old monk."

Lin Xun's expression became calmer.

Falin is a holy realm character, and the breath exuding from his body is more terrifying than the holy realm, and it is very likely that he is a terrifying existence at the level of a great saint.

But Lin Xun was still not afraid.

As the black-clothed old man of Tongtian Sword Sect had guessed before, Lin Xun dared to walk alone, and naturally had enough support to deal with all this.

Fa Lin raised his eyes, looked at Lin Xun, and said, "Little friend, if you have an obsession in your heart, you have become a devil, and you are destined to turn back and think twice."

He had a solemn and dignified look.

But the more this is, the more disgusting Lin Xun is. These old bald donkeys in the Tibetan temple can even say robbery in such a high-sounding, righteous manner, they are shameless to the extreme.

He frowned and said, "There is no shore to turn back, so there is no need to look back, just hurry up, just do it if you want to rob."

Fa Lin sighed softly, and then stuck out a hand, standing in the void.

With a simple action, Lin Xun froze suddenly, aware of the fatal danger, he did not hesitate to use force, and was about to crush a token that had been hidden in his hand.

But right now.

Thousands of miles away, above the sky, a voice suddenly sounded:

"disease!"

A sword light swept out suddenly, like a comet dragging a cyan rainbow, tearing apart the sky.

The sword energy is vast, severing a sky and a mountain and river.

Then, break the secret barrier!

And the sword light dragged out when the sword qi swept out, and a long crack torn out in the sky, never dissipated for a long time.

Fa Lin frowned, and he opened the barrier, representing the power of his holy way, but now it has been easily cut open.

Immediately, he narrowed his eyes and realized the terrifying will of the sword imprinted on it. If he hadn't defended with his own energy, the place where he stood would have been crushed and destroyed.

Afterwards, Fa Lin said in a deep voice, "I do things in Ksitigarbha Temple, which fellow Daoist intervenes? I don't know that within the barrier,

Are trespassers punished? "

"Old bald donkey, it doesn't look like a monk."

There was loud laughter from a distance, but as soon as the voice sounded, an old man in Taoist robe riding a green donkey appeared here.

The green donkey was thin and languid, sneezed from time to time, squinted at Fa Lin with a pair of donkey eyes, and opened the donkey's lips, revealing a snow-white donkey tooth, as if mocking.

The old man sitting on the green donkey had scribbled beard and hair, dirty clothes, and a drunken look, looking tired and sloppy.

In his hand, he held a yellow-skinned gourd. As soon as he arrived, the blue sword energy swept into the yellow-skinned gourd happily like a swimming fish.

"Drunken Swordsman?"

Fa Lin's expression has become solemn.

A long time ago, there was an amazing swordsman who rode a green donkey, hung a sword gourd, roamed the world, broke into thirteen sacred places, and defeated all the great swordsmen. He was unmatched.

This person is addicted to swords, alcohol, and war. He has a sloppy temperament and acts unruly, but no one knows his origin. All they know is that his swordsmanship can be described by the characters "like the sky, unstoppable".

As the same old antique who has lived for an unknown number of years, Fa Lin has naturally heard of the deeds of the drunken swordsman.

The old man in the Taoist robe burped, his eyes were blurred, he sat on the green donkey and swayed, and said with a smile: "The old bald donkey also knows me? That's the best, save me a word, and quickly disappear, otherwise Old Daoist swords don't have long eyes."

Although he is a threat, his tone is lazy, weak, and has no deterrence at all.

But Falin was like an enemy, his expression became more solemn, his hands clasped together and said: "I heard that the drunken swordsman's attainments in the swordsmanship have been unmatched in an era, and the poor monk would like to learn."

The old man in Taoist robe snorted, turned his head to look at Lin Xun, and said with a smile, "Little guy, just go ahead, don't pay attention to the ghosts, ghosts, monsters and ghosts along the way."

After thinking about it for a while, he said again: "In this world, there are people who want you to die and can't tolerate you, but there are also people who won't let you die. You have to believe that there are still many good people, such as... the old way of me, hahahaha."

He laughed loudly: "A good man... a good man, just based on these two words, I have to drink a lot of white."

Lao Dao lifted the yellow gourd to himself, and Gululu gulped.

"Thank you senior."

Lin Xun put away the token in his hand and cupped his hands.

"Go, go, go ahead though boldly!"

The old man waved his sleeves.

Lin Xun glanced at Fa Lin, who looked solemn, only staring at the old man in Taoist robe, as if he was facing a great enemy, he didn't care about himself at all.

He suddenly knew in his heart that Fa Lin had encountered a tough stubble.

"Senior, is the drunken swordsman really your name?"

Before leaving, Lin Xun couldn't help asking.

"Wrong, it's just a nickname, what, doesn't it feel very majestic?"

The old man was triumphant.

"The most cheap? The cheap mouth? This nickname is indeed majestic..."

Lin Xun muttered and turned away.

The drunk old Daoist was stunned at first, and then the old face suddenly collapsed, black as the bottom of a pot, and roared:

"Grandma, no wonder those old guys always like to call Lao Tzu's nickname from time to time! It turns out that the motherfuckers are watching Lao Tzu's jokes!"

Immediately, he turned his face, stared at Fa Lin badly, gritted his teeth and said, "When you called Lao Tzu a nickname just now, were you laughing at Lao Tzu?"

Before Fa Lin could speak, Lao Dao got up from the green donkey: "I beat you to death, you bald donkey!"

boom!

On him, a monstrous sword qi burst out, tearing apart the night, shining thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Very far away, Lin Xun turned his head to see this scene, and was shocked into a cold sweat, secretly thinking in his heart, although this drunken swordsman has an unbearable nickname, this sword aura is very scary.

While thinking about it, he walked forward, savoring the words of the drunken old man just now in his heart.

Go ahead boldly and ignore the ghosts, ghosts, monsters and ghosts along the way?

Lin Xun vaguely guessed something, and couldn't help but feel a rare emotion in his heart.

Without further hesitation, he moved on.

after one day.

In a city, Lin Xun was resting in a teahouse, and at the table beside him, there was another man in ancient clothes with Eguan, who looked as handsome as a teenager.

"I've been with you all the way, and I've also seen the battle between the drunken swordsman and the Great Sage Dazang Temple. On the way, someone secretly blocked me, but unfortunately, that guy failed to block me."

The man had wide sleeves and broad belts, and his demeanor was unrestrained. He looked at Lin Xun with a smile, "Now, it seems that no one can help you, why don't you just walk with me?"

"Who are you?" Lin Xun asked.

"You come with me and you'll know."

Speaking, the man said, raised his right hand and grabbed Lin Xun's arm.

But halfway through, his arm was blocked by a white and slender palm, and he couldn't go any further.

"His name is Xiao Yao, from Tianshu Holy Land, an old man who has lived for an unknown number of years, but he dresses up like a young man. This shows how shameless this person is."

A cold, melodious, low voice sounded, and a beautiful white-haired woman in blue clothes appeared at an unknown time.

The man who was called Xiao Yao was startled and showed a wry smile: "I thought there was no one, but I never thought that the grandparents of the leader of Wutian Sect were all dispatched. Well, I admit it, and I'll go."

The beautiful white-haired woman said coldly, "Want to leave now? It's too late, if I don't beat you, will I be worthy of me chasing here all the way?"

As she said that, she grabbed Xiao Yao's collar, and her figure flashed, and both disappeared.

Lin Xun stared blankly at all of this, and after a long time he let out a long breath and said to himself, "That drunken swordsman is right, there are indeed many good people in this world..."

"Big brother, were those two conjuring tricks just now? They disappeared all of a sudden, it's amazing."

A little girl in the teahouse ran over with a look of amazement.

Lin Xun smiled and said, "Is it amazing, then I'll do a trick for you too, whoosh!"

After all, his figure flashed and disappeared.

But I don't know, after the little girl was stunned for a while, she burst into tears: "This is not a trick at all, mother, is it because I often lied to you that I bumped into ghosts today? And I bumped into three ghosts all at once. , it's terrible, woo woo woo..."

At this time, Lin Xun had left the small town.

For the next period of time, he trekked between the mountains and rivers, approaching the area where the Sea of ​​Stars and Chess was located.

All the way calm.

But Lin Xun knew that on his way, in the dark that he could not perceive, many unusual things were destined to happen.

Someone has to deal with themselves.

Some people are protecting themselves.

Why is this so?

Lin Xun can roughly guess one or two.