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The endless suffering of Yan Hui is very strange.

For some people, it is useless and can only hold them back for a short while, such as Li Li and Meng Yan.

But for some people it is a Jedi, such as Zhang Tianshi and Zixiao Zhenren.

This has nothing to do with your cultivation, or even your willpower. It does not mean that everything will be fine as long as you have a firm mind. It all depends on you and whether you can let go.

Zixiao will never be able to let go of his senior brother, because if he does, his inner insights will be rootless and he will be ruined.

Zhang Tianshi might not have been able to let go of Qi Buyou before, because he inherited the other party's will and took up the responsibility of Longhu Mountain, but it is hard to say now. He has let it go since he received Zhao Yushu's letter.

Li Li and Meng Yan simply did so because they had a stronger psychological support and no longer needed to feel sad about the past.

What about Wu Ziteng?

He is the leader of the next generation of Shushan, and one of the few people who are allowed to walk down the mountain. What is there for him to let go of? Will he sink into the sea of ​​suffering?

Yan Hui revealed a hint of a smile.

He can.

As a human being, you have emotions. If you have emotions, you have weaknesses. If you have weaknesses, it will be very difficult to struggle out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Wu Ziteng is the most outstanding disciple of the next generation of Shushan. He is so outstanding that everyone knows that he will definitely be the next leader of Shushan.

This is an honor, but also a burden.

He had been preparing to take on this responsibility, but he felt he was never ready.

The leader of Shushan is not old, at least much younger than the old immortal. In theory, Wu Ziteng still has a lot of time to prepare.

But in the face of the endless sea of ​​regret, time is running out.

In his eyes, the Sword Master of Mount Shu entered the Demon Locking Tower. According to convention, his uncles and uncles automatically became elders, responsible for assisting him, the next generation leader.

A genius of his generation, the next generation swordsman of Shushan, was easily trapped in his own sense of responsibility.

Yan Hui looked at Wu Ziteng, who was standing in front of him with a confused look on his face, and couldn't help laughing again. He grinned and licked his lips subconsciously.

He is a cultivator with top-level talent, and a cultivator of the ninth level. I don’t know if his blood can allow me to return to my inner realm.

But there is one thing he won't know. Before the old immortal left, he told Wu Ziteng that it was two against one, and he asked him if he was sure of it.

And what he was asking was whether he and Gu Changfeng were confident of dealing with the Left Envoy together.

Yan Hui, there is another opponent.

Yan Hui walked closer to Wu Ziteng, stretched out his only arm and put it on the other's shoulder.

What a pity, such a genius.

Don’t feel bad, I will live a better life for you.

Yan Hui opened his mouth and reached out to pull Wu Ziteng closer to him.

Then he froze and turned his head.

He was not inside the scene, and the one who came was not inside the scene either, so he didn't notice until the other party came closer.

Only then did he realize that Gu Changfeng's initiative to invite Zuo Shi to change places for a one-on-one fight might not just be due to his concern about affecting the two outdoor scenes.

The other party wants to free up the battlefield for his real opponent.

I miscalculated. I thought this place was close to Dabei Temple and could serve as my safe retreat if necessary. However, I didn't expect that the backyard caught fire and the retreat became a dead end.

"Master..."

Zhang Hong looked at Yan Hui's grinning mouth and his heart twitched.

Master Yan Hui, who was once compassionate to the world, would never drink other people's blood.

He really has become a monster.

"You clearly came here to kill me, yet you still call me your master. How hypocritical you are, Zhang Hong. No wonder I want to expel you from my sect."

Bujie's ears twitched: "I thought you were kicked out because you had a daughter."

Zhang Hong stamped his feet in grief and anger: "You are indeed a monster. Back then, I violated the precepts and asked to be expelled from the mountain gate. My master tried to keep me here several times and even faced the wall for a year to atone for my sins. If you are really my master, how could you say such a thing!"

Then Zhang Hong glared at Bujie and said, "My daughter is now an inner disciple of Dabei Temple. Why do you, a monk, like to nod into other people's affairs?"

Bujie curled his lips and said, "Anyway, you should make a decision now."

"Master has passed away. How can his body be occupied by a monster like you? Die!"

Zhang Hong roared, and the roars of dragons and tigers sounded, and he rushed forward.

Bujie couldn't help but close his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and he was caught off guard and almost lost his balance.

Zhang Hong stopped beside Yan Hui and punched him directly, making a loud noise like a huge bell.

One is the world's most powerful golden body with the highest defense and can defeat an enemy. The other is the world's most powerful Dharma body that can subdue dragons and tigers. The most violent and rough martial arts in the world collide fiercely with each other.

This is a duel between two masters and disciples from the Great Compassion Temple, and also a collision of two unique skills of the Great Compassion Temple.

Soon there will be three.

A giant demon king with a purple-black body stood up. The strange thing was that half of this demon king's face was ferocious and the other half was a compassionate Buddha face. There was also a thin booklet in the magic weapon in his hand, but no one knew what it was used for.

It is obvious that Bujie's practice is very fast, and the demon king Poxun and the mirage golden body have begun to merge.

Zhang Hong punched Yan Hui again and again, and the sound of "dong dong dong dong" was endless. Yan Hui would occasionally punch back, just like two rough men from the market.

However, Yan Hui took all of Zhang Hong's punches, but he didn't dare to take Yan Hui's light palm strikes.

It would be unconscionable if the abbot of Dabei Temple, who had achieved an invincible golden body, could only passively take a beating.

Yan Hui's palm may look ordinary, but it is actually the top-notch martial art of the Great Compassion Temple. It was this palm that tied Zhao Yushu and Zhang Hong together and indirectly led to almost all the subsequent events.

Buddha's Palm.

Although Zhang Hong was a domineering person and his physical strength far exceeded that of Wu Ziteng, a sword fairy at the same level as him, he did not dare to take such a palm strike.

There are only twelve moves in the Tathagata Palm, and any one of them is terrifying enough on its own. But what's even more terrifying is that once you're hit by one of them, there will be endless attacks after that until you're completely crushed under the Five Finger Mountain.

Yan Hui only had one hand left, so he typed very slowly.

But Zhang Hong is only good at close combat, so he has to be very close.

No matter how slowly you strike, it will still be a considerable threat to someone who is very close to you.

Zhang Hong's defeat was already apparent.

He took a step back and then stepped into the water.

Zhang Hong just stood there in a daze.

The sea of ​​suffering is endless.

If you have something on your mind, you will naturally not be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Do you know what they are thinking in the sea of ​​suffering?"

Yan Hui took a step back suddenly, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

A huge head lowered from the sky, and the devil and the Buddha statue opened their shared mouth and asked him this question.

"I don't know, but it must not be a happy thing."

"That's not right. You and I are both Buddhists. If we want to save people, why do we let them suffer?"

The book in Bujie Fashang's hand was opened, and a halo of light emerged, and there seemed to be pavilions and towers appearing and disappearing inside.

"I don't know which is better, the sea of ​​suffering or the mirage."

Yan Hui took another step back, but this time his foot did not step on the grass.

Looking at the stone steps under his feet, Yan Hui silently raised his head and looked at the plaque in front of him.

Dabei Temple.