I really don't want to be a disaster

Everyone thought that Sakyamuni was dead, but one day, Sakyamuni, who was covered with dust, ignited raging golden flames. In the golden flames that filled the sky, Sakyamuni smiled slightly and opened his eyes.At the flick of a finger, the island full of Yanfu trees is full of white flowers.

In front of countless Buddhist monks, Sakyamuni sat and melted in the golden flame.

Ten years have passed.

Where Sakyamuni sat, a sapling grew.

The saplings grew day by day, and after another thousand years, they grew into towering trees.

This tree has seven branches, each branch has a different color, like gold, or silver, or agate, or jasper.

The Buddhist monks who stayed at the scene bowed down one after another, crying and shouting that this is "Buddha's return to the west".

Here, later generations call it "Yan Fuzhou".

This tree is the Zhenzhou treasure tree of Yan Fuzhou——Seven Treasures Glaze.

……

Time back to today.

Today, thousands of years later.

Yan Fuzhou, which has been isolated from the world for more than 1000 years, has reopened.

The monks from the hidden Taoist sects from all over the world came here with their own magic weapons.

When they came, they saw a scorching sun shining in the sky.

Just as they entered without knowing the door, in the scorching sun, the bright golden light actively paved a "light path". They stepped on the light path, swinging golden textures in circles, and landed on the island.

island,

The three thousand lotus platform rotates without roots in the sky, exuding a charming precious light.

The phantoms of blossoming lotuses, in this magnificent and mysterious secret realm, are born and died at a glance, and withered in an instant.

When the crowd marveled at the abundance of Yan Fuzhou's "special effects", under the guidance of several young eminent monks, they each chose a lotus platform and waited quietly.

In the past 100 years, many things have happened.

Compared with a hundred years ago, the Taoist structure has undergone drastic changes.

A hundred years ago, there were nine schools in the Taoist circle, three for the upper, three for the middle and three for the lower.

First, the Bodhisattva Building resolutely disbanded after failing in the rebellion of the Daqian Dynasty a hundred years ago. Many of them were scattered in the Xuanmen circle, and some of them joined the Mo Luo Palace and became villains. In the city, as an expert in the market, some people don't know whether they live or die.

Later, the Black Shark Gang was taken over by Qianguo. With the general trend of exhaustion of spiritual energy, the method of receiving energy was lost, and it gradually became mediocre, and then it died.However, Wanxiang Tower was severely punished and went out of business one after another. After that, Qingluan Tree was disbanded on the spot under the instruction of the head of the sect, Feng Qingluan.

Decades ago, a demon king Xiaohu came out of Ping'an Temple, who slaughtered Zhujian Villa overnight. Removed from Taoist circles.

The nine sects of the profound veins from a hundred years ago were destroyed, scattered, and separated. Up to now, there is no distinction between upper, middle and lower in the Xuanmen world, and there are only four sects left.

These four gates are: Heavenly Sword Gate, Mo Luo Palace, Yan Fuzhou, and Burning Heaven Valley.

The four Xuanzongs check and balance each other. In the general trend of exhaustion of spiritual energy, they hide in their respective caves and blessed places, seeking longevity in the cracks.

The change of dynasty in Dongsheng Shenzhou a hundred years ago can be said to be the key factor that affected the structure of Xuanmen, but in that vortex, only Yan Fuzhou, which was far above Guixu, was alone, and was not affected by that vortex. spread.

……

In Yan Fuzhou.

Three thousand lotus stands, each of which is a top-grade magic weapon.

However, in the eyes of ordinary casual cultivators, it is difficult to find a high-grade magic weapon even if they risk their lives, but now it is used by Yan Fuzhou as a "step".

Following a young and handsome monk, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sitting in the void, with the seven-treasure glazed tree as the background, from time to time smiles and opens the barriers of the cave to welcome visitors from other places. Delicate golden lotuses bloom around the young monk. , flourish, and eventually fade away.

Someone was secretly guessing the identity of the young monk.

"Poor monk, little Supreme Buddha, welcome everyone from the Heavenly Sword Sect to Yan Fuzhou."

When the casual cultivators on the lotus platform were guessing, the Heavenly Sword Sect, once the head of the Taoist sect, finally came.

And the young monk who called himself "Little Supreme Buddha" opened the guiding passage with a smile, and a group of people came with a mighty sword.

I saw the leader, with emerald green clothes, white hair that surpasses the snow, and that frosty face, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. The moment she appeared on the stage, it was like the first snowfall in this magnificent Buddhist holy land, making everything quiet and silent.All the casual cultivators on the lotus platform did not dare to keep silent, for fear of destroying the woman's noble temperament.

After the atmosphere froze for a moment, the white-haired woman frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows, and said in a low voice: "Xia Ruxue of Tianjian Sect will attend the meeting with the elders in the sect on behalf of the master, the eminent monk does not need to be polite."

Following Xia Ruxue, there was also a scruffy Taoist with a wine gourd and a tattered umbrella behind his back.

Even in the holy land of Buddhism, Jian Nanchun, a sloppy Taoist, did not shy away from drinking fine wine with his head on his head, and exclaimed freely.

"Xiaojian, pay attention."

The black and white goats around me couldn't stand it any longer, and reprimanded them in unison.

In the past hundred years, Jian Nanchun's temperament has changed drastically, as if he had changed into a different person.Although they also knew that Jian Nanchun became like this because he encountered many setbacks, and it was fine on weekdays, but in other people's territory, he always had to worry about his image.

"Hehe, why not." With a smile in his eyes, Jian Nanchun raised his wine gourd to the aloof little Supreme Buddha: "You don't mind, do you?"

Little Supreme Buddha smiled back: "Fellow Taoists are not disciples of Buddhism, so there is no need to abide by the clear rules of Buddhism."

"Look, how generous they are."

Jian Nanchun glanced at the black and white sheep, and said confidently.

The black and white goats stopped in an instant.

Along with Xia Ruxue on this trip, there are also the elders of Tianjianmen.

Except for Bi Tiexin who was seriously ill, everyone else came.

Jian Nanchun, as a senior disciple of Discipline Mountain, and "possibly" the next elder of Discipline Mountain, will replace Bi Tiexin.

In order to participate in this Xuanmen grand meeting, almost all the elders of Tianjianmen came out together, which can be said to have given Yan Fuzhou enough face.

Ren Qingshan looked at the crazy and decadent Jian Nanchun, frowned, but didn't say anything.

A group of people from Tianjianmen chose a lotus platform to settle down, and waited quietly for the visitors.

Xia Ruxue raised her head indifferently, looking at the majestic figure in the sky, even though the golden light floating on his body was so upright and bright, Xia Ruxue felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to describe it exactly. That weird sense of incongruity.

Jian Nanchun and Xia Ruxue were standing on the same lotus platform. He noticed that Xia Ruxue's eyes were on the Little Supreme Buddha. After taking a sip of wine, he took the initiative to introduce Xia Ruxue: "About 300 years ago, in a small remote country in Hezhou, Xiniu, there was a small Leiyin Temple ruins, and there was a village near it."

"One day, a 21-petal green lotus bloomed in the sky. Following the vision, the local villagers went to the ruins of Xiaoleiyin Temple to investigate and found a baby crying loudly in front of the empty lotus platform of the Buddha statue."

"The strangest thing is that when the villager who found the baby picked up the baby, the baby stopped crying immediately, smiled and folded his hands together, and the blue lotus fell from the sky, leaving a lotus mark between his eyebrows."

"There is no reincarnation in the world, but when the Buddhist cultivators of Yan Fuzhou learned about this, they immediately went to Xiniu Hezhou to take the baby back. They were honored as 'Buddha's reincarnation', named 'Buddha's child', and conferred profound Buddhist teachings."

"After 300 years like this, this person's cultivation of Buddhism is unfathomable. Hehe," Jian Nanchun spread his hands helplessly, "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. In this world, there really are geniuses."

Xia Ruxue was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes, there are."

Chapter 988 Secret

Jian Nanchun was talking about the Little Supreme Buddha, but Xia Ruxue thought of another person.

If he is still alive, after a hundred years, he dare not say that he is invincible, at least, he will not be much worse than the Little Supreme Buddha.

After Jian Nanchun finished talking about the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, he stopped talking and sat carelessly on the edge of the lotus platform, drinking while waiting.

For this Xuanmen event, monks came from all over the world, and it would take three to five or seven days just to come, and it might take a month at most, and no one was in a hurry.

All the monks present sat quietly for several days.

The little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting for visitors in the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, a round of lotus seals lit up between his brows, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He clasped his palms together, and then pushed forward, the barrier of Yan Fuzhou Cave was split, revealing the blue sea and blue sky outside.

And on the blue sea, far away from the horizon, a black cloud so thick that it seemed to be dripping ink at any time, rolled in with the momentum of thunder!

A black cloud covering the sky!

Above the black clouds, there are a group of unruly figures, with two leaders, a man and a woman.The man is handsome, with cold brows, and the woman smiles like a flower, surrounded by thunder.

The two walked hand in hand, like a demon couple.

"Little Supreme Buddha of Yan Fuzhou, welcome everyone in the Hall of Demons!"

Faced with such a frightening momentum, the Little Supreme Buddha smiled indifferently, and said loudly, the voice was like a bell, rolling out.

……

Behind the leading handsome man and beautiful woman.

There are also four old men with strange shapes.

If Yi Lin is here, she may recognize two of them, they are the old couple who opened a steamed stuffed bun shop in Qingdu back then.

The two of them are the thunder protector and the wind protector among the four protectors "wind, thunder, mountain, and fire" in the Mara Hall.

There were two people left, one was as tall as an ox, and he was carrying a bloody axe on his back. His naked upper body was tattooed with staggered blood-colored textures. Around his neck was a string of broken human skulls. Lian, this image, one can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He is the Mountain Protector of the Mara Hall, Mount Huyanhao.

But the other person was an old man with a hunched back. He was carrying a big medicine box on his back. Beside the box was a small black flag with three words written on the flag: Doctors can't survive.

However, "doctors can't live" is not the old man's real name, it's just the creed he believed in during his medical career.

No one knows his real name, but in the circle, anyone who knows this person will call him "sick man" with a complicated expression.

The Dharma Protector of Mo Luo Dian Huo, a sick doctor.

In addition to the four guardians of wind, thunder, mountains and fire, the Mo Luodian group also has a group of demon disciples of various ages. They are all elites of the demon sect who have lived for more than a hundred years. Together they built a black cloud under their feet.

buzzing...

The moment everyone in Mo Luo Hall appeared in Yan Fuzhou, behind Xia Ruxue, the snow-white flying sword made an ear-piercing buzzing sound.

In an instant, around Xia Ruxue, the temperature plummeted, and the cold was threatening.

Xia Ruxue saw a person.

Back then, in the battle of monks in Qingdu, this person had plotted against senior brother behind his back.

Although the plot was not successful, but if there is anyone alive among the brothers' enemies who are alive today, it would be the second protector Fenglei of Mo Luo Temple, and the woman riding the spirit snake who followed them.

Li Qianqian!

traitor!

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. The enemy of the senior brother is Xia Ruxue's enemy. When they appeared, Xia Ruxue's mood fluctuated violently.

"On other people's territory, it is not suitable to do it today."

Jian Nanchun stood up, and lightly patted his junior sister on the shoulder. Although he said these words calmly, Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes showed murderous aura from time to time, and it seemed that he was working very hard.

The "Wuhen" sword intent he realized was originally a murderous sword, taking people's lives invisibly.As for why Jian Nanchun was able to comprehend the "Wuhen" sword intent, the profound meaning is self-evident.

"call……"

Xia Ruxue let out a cold breath, closed and opened her eyes, and regained her composure.

She has cultivated for a hundred years, and she has already forged an extraordinary will.

After entering the Demon Hall, the atmosphere on Yan Fuzhou's Three Thousand Lotus Stage changed strangely.

Many casual cultivators naturally learned that Moluo Palace and Tianjianmen have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years. Even in the past 1000 years, because of the "peace treaty", the two behemoths did not have any violent conflicts, but whether it is It's good to fight over ideas, or to accumulate hatred. If you don't fight when you meet, you are already Amitabha. You can't force people to greet you with a smile.

All the people in Mo Luo Hall sat down on their "seats".

Each lotus platform is about a few square meters, and can only accommodate several people standing at the same time without feeling aggrieved.

Mo Luodian's headed couple, whether intentionally or not, happened to land on the lotus platform where Jiannanchun, Xia Ruxue, and Black and White Eryang were.

Xia Ruxue clenched her pink and white fists in the long sleeves of her green shirt, and then slowly loosened them.

When Xia Ruxue was silent, it was the other party who spoke first.

"Xiaoman, next July [-]th, please offer a stick of incense for Xiaohu in front of Brother Lin's grave."

It turned out that the leading handsome man and beautiful woman were actually Wang Xiaohu who had a shallow friendship with Xia Xiaoman back then, and his partner Yan Qianxiu.

Jian Nanchun sighed: "In a hundred years, things change and people change."

Xia Ruxue was expressionless: "Xia Xiaoman is dead, you have mistaken the person."

"Xia... Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was also icy cold, his eyes were empty, he stared at the direction of the treasure tree, and did not meet Xia Ruxue's eyes, his dry lips whispered: "Next July [-]th, please replace Xiaohu In front of Brother Lin's grave, offer a stick of incense."

Xia Ruxue: "You are not worthy."

Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I don't deserve it. But I beg you, for the sake of...a hundred years ago I saved your life in the Golden Temple. Since then, we have been sworn enemies, and the kindness will be wiped out. "