Outside Manshu Temple.

Manjushri Bodhisattva is naturally worshipped in Manjushri. It is rumored that this Bodhisattva has a great origin, known as the mother of countless Buddhas and all Bodhisattvas. He is like a boy, with a wonderful purple-gold color on his body, holding a blue lotus in his left hand, and the flower has the most treasure of the Diamond Prajna Sutra, symbolizing supreme wisdom. He holds a Vajra Sword in his right hand, and can kill all demons and eliminate all troubles. He often rides a lion in and out of the seat.

Yi Tianxing, who was crazily guarding his territory like a lion on this day, looked at the mountain gate, silently circulated the Three Tastes of Meditation Sutra, and suddenly asked: "There is the light of Manjushri on top and the high vines of Jinshan below. This Wenshu Temple is a big temple that is as famous as Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple. How can people who have been to three days hide in it?"

He did not take his subordinates, but just brought Ye Xiangseng, a white dress. Since Zong Si was hiding in Wenshu Temple, he would inevitably have to deal with monks in the temple. With Ye Xiangseng, who looks handsome, it would be much more convenient to bring a public relations officer.

Ye Xiangseng Yiheshi said: "Minsui Temple Jinshan Temple is a tourist destination, but not a place of practice, so its fame is naturally great."

This is clear, but the tourist destination may not be a Buddhist destination, and the monks in the temple may not have the supernatural powers of knowing people.

"Senior Brother Ye Xiang speaks too sharply, not like a pure person. Everyone is a Buddhist disciple, why bother?" Yi Tianxing joked, also trying to relieve his nervousness before the battle.

"This courtyard is Linji Sect, and this temple is Caodong Sect." Ye Xiangseng said lightly.

"So that's it." Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "Manjushri Bodhisattva has the sharp sword to cut down troubles and the green lotus with supreme wisdom. He didn't expect that his disciples did not learn it."

Lao Xing, who was first captured by a young man and returned to Guiyuan Temple as a prisoner monk, lives at No. 43, Wenwu Lane, and behind it is this Wenshu Temple. Now, compared several boxes, he understands why Lao Xing is the first to take action. Thinking that the other party could unknowingly affect a person's emotional judgment, his expression became solemn and he slowly walked into the mountain gate.

It was already evening, and the tired birds returned to the forest, the tourists returned home, and the rest of the sun returned to the mountains.

The little novice monk at the door stopped the two.

Ye Xiangseng stepped forward and said a few words, and the two were put in. Not far from entering the mountain gate was the Three Great Masters Hall. When Yi Tian walked past the Guanyin Great Masters Hall, he subconsciously turned his head and saw that the corners of the hall were slightly raised, and there were more than a dozen large stones standing in the hall. Looking at Zhuangyan inexplicably, his heart moved.

After meeting with the presidency of the Wenshu Temple, the two of them walked casually in the temple. Yi Tianxing slowly started to thrust his heart sutra and slowly leaned out his spiritual sense. He listened to the white-clothed Ye Xiangseng beside him and said softly: "In the Dharma Hall."

He was a little surprised and wondered why Ye Xiangseng was faster than what he discovered. Then he thought that Ye Xiangseng worshiped Buddha for many years, and his mind was much firmer than himself, so he naturally had to be more proficient in the application of the Heart Sutra.

Outside the Dharma Hall, Yi Tianxing also sensed the power inside.

The feeling was a little unclear, turbid, and it seemed to be mixed with the power of many colors.

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath and pushed the door open and entered.

The place where you see it is a dead body.

"Xue San'er?"

Xue Saner died miserably, her limbs were beheaded, her head rolled under the stone steps, and her body became a piece of meat that she couldn't bear to see.

The blood stained the bluestone slabs in the Shuofa Hall, and the bloody limbs and the strict legal buildings formed a very strange contrast.

There was a monk with dark skin, short stature, and a trace of fire on his face holding a sharp sword in his hand, looking at the two men pushing the door in a strange way.

"Zong Si?" Yi Tianxing slowly raised his head, with a smile on the corner of his lips, but he asked the person in front of him like a corpse.

Ye Xiangseng closed his eyes slightly, and whispered to pray quietly to the Pure Land Mantra of Rebirth.

"It's impossible to be so fast." Zong Si held the sword, and his mind was a little dazed. Suddenly his expression changed. For some reason, there was a strange light in his pupils. "Come on, come on, remember not to light the incense stick inside."

When the word "incense" was spoken, he suddenly stopped his mouth, his face full of confusion, as if the words he had said were not what he had said before.

"Remember not to light the incense stick inside!"

This sentence floated in the small courtyard of the Dharma Hall, lingering endlessly, and even wanted to play around the beam for three days.

Yi Tianxing frowned slightly. He didn't know what trick this person was playing, but suddenly felt a sense of depression in his heart. With that sentence, the word "其" entered his ears, and his heart hopped violently. There were ten words in total, and the heart hopped ten times. It was not until the word "其" gradually spread out that everything was repeated. He took a deep breath and asked:

"You want to kill Xue Saner to silence you? You ordered Xue Saner to instigate you?"

At this time, Zong Si's forehead was covered with soybean-like sweat. He seemed to think of some extremely terrible things. He suddenly raised his head and said sinisterly: "Yes, I did all these things, but I didn't expect that I would be sold until the end."

He gently lifted the fairy sword in his hand and looked at Yi Tianxing coldly.

Yi Tianxing looked at him indifferently, and his lips suddenly turned up: "You made up the things. Give me a reason I don't know. Maybe I will let you go."

Ye Xiangseng frowned slightly and glanced at him.

Zong Si didn't dare to relax, and held the fairy sword tightly in his right hand, with his knuckles pale. After a while, he slowly responded: "At the beginning, I just couldn't stand you, and... I don't like the expression of the young master when he talked about you, so I want to kill you by the small pond. As for these later, on the one hand, I want to take revenge. I was driven out of the mountain because of you, because of you, a stinky brat from a rag-picked man!"

Yi Tianxing interrupted him: "Stop bullshit, now your life is in my hands, let me know what is important."

Zong Si's expression changed unpredictable, and he finally spoke: "The elder of Qingjingtian wants you to die."

"Why?"

"have no idea."

"So that's it." Yi Tianxing sighed, stretched his right hand empty and looked straight at Zong Si. His thumb and index finger were connected into a ring, and his palm seemed to be holding something.

Zong Si's eyes hopped, he pinched a defensive magic trick, and cursed: "Didn't you say let me go?"

Yi Tianxing looked at him expressionlessly: "I know the reasons you gave me - there is no benefit, why should I let you go?"

Ye Xiangseng was deeply praising the Buddha and secretly praised the Dharma Protector for being despicable. He looked at his right hand holding the air in the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder what handprint it was?

A burnt smell suddenly emanated from the air between Yi Tianxing and Zong Si, holding a sharp sword. In the air between the bluestone slab of the Dharma Hall and the palace, a dead leaf fell between the three of them, but for some reason it ignited.

The sweat on Zong Si's forehead was completely dry for some reason.

Yi Tianxing's eyes drooped slightly, his feet stood casually, and his right hand was empty and round, and his right hand was connected to the empty circle.

The smell of burnt in the air became stronger and stronger, and the air between the two people slowly flowed, like the asphalt road burning under the scorching sun.

"Bloom!"

Yi Tianxing said a word lightly, and countless faint vermilion lights gradually appeared in the air, slowly condensed into a sword of heavenly fire, and the handle of the knife was stuffed into the palm that he had been holding in a void - it turned out that he was just holding the knife with empty hands, but not a handprint.

The Tianhuo Sword, which was shining with a strange red light, condensed in the air without any reason, while the exaggerated sword surface about half a meter wide ran across Zong Si's lower abdomen. The arc of the blade gradually became more delicate, and it was only after being behind Zong Si that it formed an extremely delicate knife tip.

Bloom and appear! This Heavenly Fire Sword is not transformed by the fire element in Yi Tianxing's body, but is condensed from the supreme heart sutra outside the body. Yi Tianxing is helped by Qin Zier. Now the three seven-star fighting techniques in his body are proficient, and the Taoist heart and the Buddha wheel are snuggling together, gradually showing strong strength.

Therefore, the original appearance of the Tianhuo Sword appears from Zong Si's body as soon as it appears, which means that a big sword suddenly grows in a person's body!

This fire knife cut off Zong Si's body!

Zong Si, who had been fully prepared for his defence, showed a look of horror on his face, looked down at the strange vermilion-red sword face between his waist and abdomen, and clattered in his throat.

"impossible!"

“impossibleisnothing.”

Yi Tianxing replied to his last sentence with the grace of a gentleman in silk, rubbed his thumb gently, and the Tianhuo Knife cut Zong Si's body into two like a blade that cuts a log.

Zong Si's upper body fell to the ground terrifyingly, his eyes still wide open, full of reluctance and anger.

Yi Tianxing looked at the man's corpse coldly, and the Tianhuo Knife in his right hand quickly dissipated. With a light grip on his hand, dozens of sparks spread out lightly and landed on the bluestone floor of the Wenshu Court Hall. The Tianhuo was about to burn. In a moment, the blood and flesh on the ground turned into quiet ashes.

The small courtyard repeats the quiet time of the past, and only Ye Xiangseng’s mantra of rebirth is still floating gently.

Yi Tianxing closed his eyes for a long time, but didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly stepped up, touched the patterned lattice with his palm, and pushed it open the door and entered.

There is a small hall inside the door. The hall is simply arranged, and there is no sign of someone living for a long time. It is a bit strange that there is a portrait of the Three Qing Dynasty in Manshu Temple.

One Qi transforms into the Three Clears, which is now used to curse people, but Yi Tianxing knows more than anyone else what the Three Clears mean to the Taoist sect.

There is an incense burner in front of the Sanqing portrait, with a few incense sticks and a box of matches emitting a slight flaming atmosphere.

Yi Tianxing walked over without even looking at the portrait. He snapped his fingers, and a bright yellow flame appeared between his fingers and lit the fragrance, and then inserted it into the furnace respectfully.

The moment my fingers left the incense.

He woke up!

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"Remember not to light the incense stick inside!"

The divine words before Zong Si died sounded in his ears again. At this time, he looked at the Sanqing portrait in front of him with his eyes, knowing that something was strange. He didn't even know why he pushed the door in, why he had to light this incense stick, and why he did something that his mind could not control.

He slowly started the Three Tastes of Meditation Sutra, ready to face unknown dangers.

The fragrance ignited, and the curling blue smoke gradually rose, gradually condensed into an old face.

In the small building far away in the other corner of the provincial capital, Qin Zi'er opened her eyes and a little worried appeared in her beautiful black pupils. She gently drew her index finger in the air in front of her. She started to perform the trick again, but she sighed helplessly.

It's not her fault.

If a god looked down at the provincial capital outside the nine heavens, he would find that under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, a small sword shining with a cold light was trying to fly through the clouds towards the direction of the Wenshu Temple.

But beside it, there was a red bird who looked a little fat and swollen, intercepting it at a terrifying speed.

The Vermilion Bird, which has been following Yi Tianxing on the head, has been flying on the clouds for many years, scaring the stubborn goshawks, teasing the geese going south, and having napped on the wings of the jet plane - but the birds such as the goshawks became weak all over when they saw it and fell down the clouds. My father once had strict orders on the plane, so the poor little Vermilion Bird has been very lonely. Today, it finally found this cute little sword on the clouds of rare visitors, and this little sword doesn't seem to be afraid of itself. It is said that he is happy to see the hunter, so he is not willing to let go. He waves his claws and spreads his fire-breathing beak, and chases this spirit sword between fighters, just to eat for weight loss.

The little spirit sword draws countless sharp arcs, but it can never pass the interception of the spiritual Suzaku. If you can't enter the clouds, you will naturally be unable to fly to Wenshu Temple, and it will be even more impossible to fly to Yi Tianxing when he was led into the room by that voice!

This hateful, playful, ignorant... the slaughtered Suzaku!

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The blue smoke gradually condensed, and the old face looked like the village entrance that was turned out from the pile of old papers. His eyes were closed on his face and wrinkles were like mountains and rivers.

Yi Tianxing looked at the face in the smoke, took a light breath, put his left hand behind him and built a bridge of mind to protect his mind with the Heart Sutra.

"What you said just now through Zong Sizhi's mouth is a very powerful illusion, which should be the Shangqing Thunder Method Transformation Method among Taoist Techniques."

The old face and lips were slightly opened strangely, but there was no teeth inside, just bottomless darkness.

Yi Tianxing was a little nervous and looked at him with a small eye.

And at this time, the eyes on the old face suddenly opened!
To be continued...