023 The story of the old monk and the knife

He raised his hand, and a large black flower bloomed with a black knife in his hand. He laughed wildly and said, "I can make the moon shine." The night suddenly covered everything, and the moon faded away.

I heard the man say, "I can make the moon bud."

The sky suddenly lit up, and the round moon strangely turned into a mysterious moon. When his hand came out, countless exclaims came from the sky for a moment.

He stared sideways at Cang Longzi and said, "I just want to ask you, do you want me to let me go or stay?"

Cang Longzi's chest is undulating, as if he is talking, but there is no half a byte.

The teenager laughed sadly and said, "Okay, okay, okay. In this case, I followed the empty sorrow master to enter this tower, and the six worlds opened. If anyone dares to enter, he will definitely die.

He swore to heaven and raised his black knife and crashed into the phaseless tower. In the vast night, the moonlight was dim. I don't know how many lights rushed into the sky from all directions, and the world shook.

The phaseless tower, the light wins, the Buddha's light shines, and a person in the sky shouted, "No, the virtual spirit world has been opened."

"Go and save it quickly."

I don't know how many dark clouds have come from all directions to block the moonlight. Only the black knife and the phaseless tower are alone in the courtyard, and the light fades. Cang Longzi stretched out his hand and grabbed it. There was a hoarse sound in his throat and stood there in a daze.

Not long after, he suddenly grabbed the black knife.

Yang Zifan was shocked. He didn't know where his strength came from. A blue light lit up on his body. In the blue light, he suddenly saw a nine-petal green lotus, and the bottle turned into pieces under the lotus petals. Yang Zifan floated out and hit the place where the black knife touched the palm of Canglongzi.

The dragon was hit hard and shouted, and a large black fog floated on the black knife.

The golden Buddha light came from nowhere and squeezed from all directions. Under the pressure of this large area of Buddha light, the green lotus on Yang Zifan's body was taken back from his body. A wisp of Buddha light touched Yang Zifan like a light mass of light. Yang Zifan immediately felt a severe pain and his spiritual sense burned a lot of the Buddha's light. Half.

At this crisis bald head, one hand suddenly broke through the Buddha's light and grabbed it. Yang Zifan only felt a shock and saw that Cang Longzi had regained consciousness and retreated a few steps back, but immediately stuffed Yang Zifan into his arms, bursting sun-like light, and bumping into the Buddha's light without fear.

"Blamb." But when I heard the sound of Buddha's light breaking around, it was dark around, and all kinds of sharp whistlings circled in my ears. I don't know how many strange and invisible vigors have been disappeared by the terrible light on the dragon's body.

Yang Zifan's eyes lit up. As the energy around him dissipated, the golden light emitted a bright light, revealing the true appearance of the great fantasy Buddha realm. It is a huge cave. The ground is carved with countless mountains and rivers, desert Gobi, and the wind and clouds are changing, just like another world hidden underground. There are countless white bones on the ground, as well as various armor weapons and treasures scattered.

After Cang Longzi rushed into here, he seemed to have lost all his strength and suddenly fell forward. Yang Zifan wanted to look at the situation in the hole, but he didn't expect that the momentum brought by Cang Longzi threw him out. He looked back.

I saw Cang Longzi's whole body scorched and fell into the hole. He bumped forward all the way, but he couldn't stop. Suddenly, he felt an ancient sandalwood-colored thing coming in front of him. Then he turned his head in shock and bumped into it before he could see what it was.

The scene in the cave flashed away, and Yang Zifan felt that he had fallen into a large area of sand, but the sand seemed to be moving, and then a huge force came from all directions, and the green lotus in Yang Zifan's consciousness appeared again. The pressure collapsed in an instant, and Yang Zifan was thrown out by the strange sand at the same time.

It was dark in front of him and fell into another hole. He fell dizzy and couldn't tell the direction. When he woke up a little, he suddenly saw a kind-looking old monk sitting cross-legged in the hole.

Yang Zifan didn't know who it was. He touched the old monk with his light body, but the old monk was motionless.

"It turned out to be a dead man." He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly looked around. There was no way out at all. His heart tightened, and he didn't know what had happened to Cang Longzi.

He jumped hard and wanted to fly, but for some reason it was useless. He could only move to the edge of the cave step by step. He remembered that he had just bumped his head in and rushed to the wall again. As a result, he was bounced back and fell on the dead body.

Yang Zifan thought about Cang Longzi in his heart and thought that he was weak, so he planned to hit the wall.

"Why can't the little benefactor of Amitabha be so confused and looking for his own dagger."

At this time, a sudden sound came from the cave.

Yang Zifan was shocked and looked behind him. He saw the monk's body looking at him with his eyes open.

"Aren't you dead?" Yang Zifan said.

The monk smiled and said, "Isn't the donor also dead?"

Yang Zifan was shocked and said, "Can you hear me?"

"Can't the donor also hear me?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you dare to ask where this is?"

"Do you dare to ask what's the difference?"

"It turned out to be a crazy monk."

"What's the difference between being crazy and not being crazy?"

............

Question is equivalent to not asking. Yang Zifan was helpless, and suddenly there was another voice in the cave.

"Bitter, thousands of years of cultivation is helpless, tired, thousands of years of practice to fight and kill, pain..." This voice is very bitter, and I can't help but feel distressed.

Yang Zifan was shocked, and a large black fog suddenly flashed in front of him. There was a "wish" sound in the cave. A knife appeared in the cave, and the two red flame inscriptions stretched from the edge of the edge of the blade to the handle of the knife. The handle was wrapped in dark cotton cloth, and a blood-red stone was inlaid in the middle, and another string of waves were smooth from the handle. The back of the knife extends to the tip of the knife. The knife was five feet long and four fingers wide. After appearing in the hole, it choked into the ground.

"Black knife!" Yang Zifan saw this knife in the fantasy, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Oh, little guy, how do you know the name of this knife?" The buzzing sound from the black knife is exactly the same as the sad sound just now.

Yang Zifan said, "I've seen it."

The voice on the black knife seemed to have completely forgotten the previous question and sighed, "Bitter, little guy, you're going to die."

Although Yang Zifan was well aware of his own situation, he couldn't help but feel cold when he said it from others.

The old monk said, "What's the difference between death and immortality?"

The black knife scolded, "The bald donkey, there will be nothing if you die."

The old monk said, "No, what is it?"

"I'm so bored. I'm bored with this living dead every day..." The black knife shouted.

The muscles on the old monk's face never moved and looked forward in a daze.

The black knife didn't hear the old monk's voice and shouted, "Why don't you talk?"

The old monk was still motionless. The black knife was angry and said angrily, "Come back." I don't know what power it contains in this sentence. Yang Zifan felt a large amount of pressure that he couldn't bear at all in all directions and fainted in this sentence.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zifan woke up, and there was still the same place around him. There was no change at all, but the black knife disappeared in front of him, but he saw the old monk looking at him with his eyes open.

Yang Zifan didn't know why and wanted to grab his head, but he found that his spiritual senses did not even have enough energy to transform into small hands, so he could only open his eyes wide.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, form a wonderful scene of big eyes and small eyes.

This situation lasted for a while, but Yang Zifan didn't expect the old monk to speak first.

"Little benefactor, how is the Tianning Temple outside?"

Yang Zifan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said, "It's okay."

The old monk looked suspicious and said, "Are you okay? What does this say?"

Yang Zifan was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what was wrong with the old monk in front of him. Now why he spoke normally. The old monk smiled when he saw his appearance and said, "The old man is already about to die. He is just suffering with the black knife here to see who will die first. I don't know how many years have passed. I'm afraid the little donor saw me awake before.

"When you are not awake? Old monk, how long have you been awake? Yang Zifan only felt like a dream when he heard this.

The old monk shook his head and said, "I don't know how long I can wake up, but the friend outside you seems to be dying."

"Dragon!" Yang Zifan suddenly remembered that he was still outside and exclaimed.

"Little guy, Cang Longzi, where is Cang Longzi?" The black knife appeared in the hole, and the bright blade almost scratched Yang Zifan because of excitement.

Yang Zifan recalled all the things he had seen in the great fantasy Buddha realm. He already knew that this black knife might have something to do with Cang Longzi. Now he saw his reaction so much that he quickly said, "Cang Longzi rushed into the great fantasy Buddha realm of the phaseless pagoda to save me. Now I don't know whether he is dead or alive. The two predecessors saved him. Right!"

"Save him, delusion." The black knife trembled and shouted loudly. Yang Zifan felt the strange force surging around again. Just as he was about to fall into a coma again, the old monk raised his hand and hit a Buddha light, and Yang Zifan was relieved.

The old monk laughed and said, "Saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level Futu, Amitabha Buddha." After saying that, the index finger of the right thumb clasped together, knotted a Buddha seal, and pulled it into the air.

Yang Zifan felt a suction and saw the black dragon being pulled in from the rock wall little by little.

The black knife said angrily, "The empty old monk, I will fight with you." It turned into a touch of fine light and cut to the old monk, but the old monk did not hide. A pair of big eyes looked at the dragon like a black charcoal head on the ground.

The black light came in a blink of an eye, but it suddenly stopped in the air and scolded, "Empty old bald donkey, why don't you take action?"

At this time, Yang Zifan only paid attention to Cang Longzi and was anxious. He didn't know if he was still alive. Hearing the black knife scolding again, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that the old monk in front of him would be a figure thousands of years ago and such a famous figure.

The old monk stretched out his finger and probed on Cang Longzi and casually said, "How can a useless person kill someone with a knife!"

At this moment, Yang Zifan's heart is tied to the old monk's finger on Cang Longzi. Since the other party is a figure thousands of years ago, he must be able to save Cang Longzi.

The two old fingers leaned on his neck and chest and gradually fell one by one. All the way, the old monk frowned and became more and more solemn. Finally, his fingers fell on the position of Dantian under his abdomen. He loosened his hand and sighed, "The road of Cultivation has been destroyed."

Yang Zifan's heart trembled and almost fainted. He remembered that Cang Longzi had shrank in the purple garden fairyland for so many years just to keep the road of cultivation, but today he broke into the big fantasy Buddha realm and destroyed the road of immortality. For a moment, he only felt that his heart was about to crack, and his fist-sized spiritual senses trembled.

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