Chapter 41 Fire Date

The situation turned in vain, and Bai Lang also suddenly lost his color. The bronze mirror quietly sacrificed in his hand was taken back. His figure flashed and hurriedly held the dead wood and let it sit down.

Bai Lang saw that the dead wood was as thin as gold paper, and he was as thin as bamboo. At this time, he was really like a dying person. He was anxious, took out all kinds of elixir, and fed it to the dead wood. Somehow, when he saw the old monk he met for the first time, he actually felt a little close. Suddenly, he remembered that on that moonlit night, he was lying on the big blue stone, and the Buddha seal washed his marrow and cut bones and gave him a scroll.

After a long time, the old monk with dead wood moved his eyebrows, shouted softly, and opened his eyes. At this time, his eyes gradually returned to warmth and became refreshed. The dead wood ran its mana and swam around. Seeing that it was okay, he sighed.

A hundred years ago, the tantric living Buddha made a great vow to enter the third generation of reincarnation, cut off the cause and effect, and calculate it. In this world, the cause and effect will be destroyed, and the spiritual child who was reincarnated with the living Buddha should return to his position. Deadwood came to wait here according to the verse left by the living Buddha. Spring and summer are endless. Thirty years have passed. Yesterday, he operated the tantric magic technique and wanted to pray for instructions. At the critical moment, Xiaobai happened to break in and disrupt his luck, resulting in a failure. He himself suffered a road and was also damaged. Not light.

A dead Buddha's heart is as silent as the wind. Although he suffered a heavy blow, he only regarded it as a disaster and did not say much, but Bai Lang did not know the inside story. At this time, when he saw the old monk suddenly spit blood and was injured, he was worried. He only said that he was practicing his skills and went crazy.

Seeing Bai Lang's face showing concern, the dead wood monk smiled faintly on his gray face and whispered, "I'm fine!"

Bai Lang was relieved, but he was still a little puzzled. Looking at the dead wood monk, he didn't know why he suddenly vomited blood, but the dead wood smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't want Bai Lang to feel guilty about this.

The two were silent for a while, and the thunder outside gradually disappeared. The mountain rain came and went quickly. After the rain, the wet mountain wind penetrated into the firewood door and rushed in, which was a little cool.

"You little beast are very extraordinary!" The dead wood closed his eyes for a long time and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the beast lying on the table. He suddenly opened his mouth, which made Bai slightly shocked.

The little beast could understand the words of the old monk in front of him, and his eyes blinked, very flexible, and with a comfortable look. Bai Lang said, "Master, do you know the origin of the little beast?" Although he has been with the beast for a long time, he has looked through the group and found no records of such a spirit beast.

The dead wood stared at the beast for a long time and shook his head and said, "I don't know!" After saying that, he seemed to remember something and looked at it again. After a while, he suddenly became solemn, and the divine light in his eyes became more and more prosperous. Finally, it turned into a curtain of light and wrapped the little beast.

Bai Lang was shocked, but saw that the little beast was not serious after being wrapped in this divine light, and even showed some intoxicated enjoyment. Then he was relieved and sat back. After a long time, the dead wood monk took back the golden light and muttered, "The body has a dragon bone and blood contains turtles. It's really rare!"

Bai Lang was a little puzzled and quickly asked, "What does the master mean?"

The dead wood was about to speak, but suddenly frowned and looked outside the house. At this time, the clouds and rain stopped and the sky reappeared, which was very cool and comfortable. Bai Lang saw his appearance, and his consciousness was released like a wave of water. He immediately found that a group of people appeared at the foot of the mountain, which seemed to be practitioners.

"Let's go out and have a look!" The dead wood monk suddenly stood up and walked out. Seeing this, Bai Lang was suspicious and followed him.

The dead wood body turned into a golden light and flew to the top of the mountain over there. Bai Lang took Xiaobai, and a clear light flashed and disappeared in place.

There are ten people at the foot of the mountain. At this time, they are struggling to climb up this side, but these people seem to be ordinary. Except for two middle-aged men in black robes driving magic weapons and flying in mid-air, the other eight men in yellow clothes are carrying medicine baskets and climbing up the rocks. Although they are flexible, in Bai Lang's eyes, But it's heavy and tight.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten yet? Let's climb up!" One of the men in black had a yellow face, his eyes were dark, and a silver whip in his hand hit a man who was climbing heavily, and suddenly pulled out a blood line.

The mountains here are extremely steep. Although these people are a little Taoist, they are still very difficult. They are whipped by the man in black, but they put up with it and continue to climb without saying a word.

Bai Lang saw that although the costumes of their group were different in color, the style was the same. It was estimated that the disciples of a small sect were so cold under the same sect. He was a little strange in his heart.

As soon as the mountain rain passed, it was slippery. A palm-sized rock was blown down by the mountain wind and rolled down and hit the heads of the group of men who were climbing. The black and yellow-faced man floating in mid-air was beside him. When he saw the stone fall, he snorted coldly and did not help at all.

"Brother Huang, be careful!" Just as the stone was about to fall, a strong man next to him hit an iron fist, and the wind shook and knocked the gravel away.

However, the two men in black suddenly rushed over, swung the silver whip, and hit the man down: "Don't mind your own business. What do you wastes do!"

"Zhou Lin, don't bully others too much!" The rescued man surnamed Huang was furious, grabbed the whip and shouted, "Come and climb if you have the ability!"

The yellow-faced man's face turned dark and he sneered, "You dare to block my iron whip. It's really impatient to live. Let's see if I don't deal with you!" His strength was much higher than others. As soon as his mana fluctuated, the iron whip suddenly turned into a light and shadow. The man in yellow couldn't resist it. Suddenly, his beaten clothes were shattered and blood stains were all over his body, which was very shocking.

"Well, if it weren't for collecting fairy medicine, I would kill you today!" The two men in black were arrogant and waved iron whips. In a moment, everyone was more or less whipped, and the big man who just took action was also bruised all over his body.

"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel? Don't pee to take care of yourself. If you don't want to die, let me crawl quickly. If you can't get the elixir today, don't think about it. You know the means of the young patriarch!" The man in black smiled gerociously, threatened everyone, and was extremely arrogant.

Hearing this, some excited people in yellow changed their faces, and their eyes showed fear. They fell silent and tried to climb to the top of the mountain.

"Who are these people?" Bai Lang and the dead wood monk stood not far away and watched quietly at this time without taking action. Although Bai Lang couldn't see the actions of the two people in black, they still looked as usual.

The Taoist is humane and resolute. Although he will occasionally feel unfair when encountering unscrupulous things, most of the time he will not easily interfere with ordinary things. After all, the cycle of Taoism is not easy to interfere and infect cause and effect. As for the mony world, it is extremely afraid that other sects will interfere in their own sects, so no one will easily break the rules and interfere in other affairs.

"They all came to collect fire dates. There were spirit beasts guarding them. They couldn't resist at all. Last time they came, the old monk sent them back!" The dead wood's long eyebrows drooped, and he couldn't see any expression. He said lightly.

Bai Lang took a look at the ordinary old monk and seemed to understand something.

At this time, the group of people climbed along the cliff to a slightly slower slope and stopped to rest for a while.

"Hurry up, who told you to stop, get up and continue to climb up!" Two men in black flew over again, completely dismissing that everyone was out of breath and sweating profusely. They scolded, like driving pigs and dogs.