If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

In the deep mountains and huge valleys, the ice peaks hang upside down.

Regardless of the cycle of seasons, the entire ice sheet is shrouded in endless, never-ending blizzards, with no sunshine and no life.

The cracked permafrost is undulating, and the snow layer is as deep as half a person's height. There are lurking snow wolves that eat flesh and blood.

But on this day, there is a blood path extending from a distant place.

Countless snow wolf corpses fell one by one in the snow den, staining the large swaths of ice patterns and frozen soil red, but were soon covered by bigger and more snowstorms.

The cold light flowed on the edge of the sword, cutting off the rapidly rotating snowflakes, and dripping bloody water.

Cheng Siqi's hand holding the sword was already numb from the cold, but this did not prevent him from swinging out sword after sword.The aura covered his body with a thin layer of film, which was almost blown away by the oncoming wind that was as cold as a knife.

"Boss, let's be like this... bah bah!"

The two-headed tiger opened its mouth, gulped a mouthful of snow foam, spit it out quickly, dragged its scarred body to follow, lowered its head and said loudly, "We don't even know where senior is, so we are looking for it aimlessly. If no one is found, we will have to freeze to death on this ice field first!"

The robe is full of blood.

Cheng Siqi is like the only red flower in this vast and cold white world, dazzling and flamboyant.

He made another backhand sword, seemingly without warning, but it happened to stab a white afterimage coming from behind.

There was another snow wolf corpse on the snow.

"Who says we're aimless?" Cheng Siqi narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, "The pack of snow wolves marked on the map is scattered and disorderly, and there has never been such a large gathering. So there must be demon cultivators behind this pack of snow wolves. We can't find him, but Yaoxiu can find him if he is not sure."

As he said that, there was an indomitable determination in his dark eyes.

The two-headed tiger was convinced by this killing star. He reminded: "Boss, you are only refining Qi. I heard that the main force of demon cultivators who entered the ice field are all Nascent Soul and above..."

Cheng Siqi interrupted him in a low voice: "But the fastest way to find him is to kill him."

The two-headed tiger was startled, and closed its mouth tightly.

"Also, apart from Nascent Soul and Leaving Body, other low-level monks will only come more." Cheng Siqi added.

In fact, Cheng Siqi's guess was right. Although there were indeed Nascent Souls and out-of-body movements on the demon cultivator's side, the numbers were not many.Moreover, the higher the cultivation level, the more oppression they will receive in the restricted area, so the demon cultivators are the low-level cultivators and golden cores who come the most.

Sure enough, after fighting out of the wilderness where snow wolves gathered, Cheng Siqi soon encountered a group of fast-moving demon cultivators.

The biggest difference between a demon cultivator and a monster is that he has high spiritual intelligence and can transform into a human form, and most of the time he also shows people in a human form.However, the human form is not as comfortable as the animal form, and it is convenient to display the supernatural powers of blood.So in this ice field, most of these demon cultivators turned into their original forms, galloping and leaping.

"The front is human repair!"

"A qi refining junior, kill him!"

"It's just a tooth-beating festival for me!"

When Cheng Siqi saw the group of demon cultivators, the demon cultivators also saw Cheng Siqi, and suddenly became murderous, turned around and rushed towards Cheng Siqi.

"I court death..."

Although the two-headed tiger has been a seductress, it doesn't have any psychological burden, it just feels dumbfounded, and it's another group of people rushing to reincarnate.

Although this group of demon cultivators looked imposing, there were two full foundation-building stages, and the rest were above the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining, but Cheng Siqi went northward to fight all the way, and the wisp of sword intent he sharpened was decisive. Not vegetarian.

Yixian Fengrui was startled suddenly.

The two-headed tiger hissed, quickly closed his eyes and took two steps back.

After a while, he opened his eyes and saw that the corpses of wolves and crocodiles were all over the place, chopped in half from between the eyebrows, and blood was spilled in large swaths.

Cheng Siqi was a few feet away in front, wearing bloody clothes, stepping on one of the two foundation-establishing demon cultivators, leaning over and asking, "Where is the cultivator you are going to kill?"

The demon cultivator in the shape of a lion kept bleeding from his mouth and was dying. He rolled his eyes and looked at Cheng Siqi, his pupils were dizzy: "Sword Intent...you are the...sword embryo...everyone is looking for...so you are...you are... Hahaha……"

The hoarse laughter stopped in vain.

Cheng Siqi withdrew his sword, turned back and walked towards the other Foundation Establishment Phoenix that had been cut off half of its body and kept crawling away, and was about to grab it for questioning, when the wind and snow around it suddenly stopped.

Like time stands still.

The snowflakes froze in the air, and the wind was silent.

A ray of golden light suddenly shot out from a broken valley not far away, like a pillar of the sky, breaking through the endless wind and snow in an instant, and sinking into the towering sky.

A phantom of a lotus flower appeared in the golden light, and the broken and withered petals slowly closed, turning into a bud that was about to bloom, and fell suddenly.

"Tianyin Temple...the True Inheritance of the Lotus Law?" The two-headed tiger looked at the gradually dissipating golden light in horror.

With a bang, the wind and snow roared again, but in all directions, there were streams of light rushing straight towards the valley against the strong cold wind.

Cheng Siqi thought of the words that the giant snake roared when he killed the giant snake in the [-] mountains.

At that time, he didn't know anything about the world of comprehension, and he half understood what he heard.But now, whether it is hearsay or the exact information collected, he knows that Wuyan is the true disciple of Tianyin Temple that these people call.And Tianyin Temple's true biography, because of the practice of the lotus method, is also called the true biography of the lotus method.

The lotus is with the people, but the lotus destroys the people.

"go!"

Looking at the rushing lights, Cheng Siqi's brow burst out with a strong murderous look, and he turned over and landed on the back of the two-headed tiger.

Those who dare to fly in the sky on the ice field must at least have to be a foundation or a golden core. Wouldn't it be fatal to rush there?But the two-headed tiger didn't dare to disobey, so he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the broken valley.

Both sides of the broken valley hang upside down along the ice edge, in the shape of thorns, dripping blood.

There is a faint golden light shining through, but it is a huge phantom of a lotus flower that fills the valley, forming a set of Buddhist formations that operate quietly.

After all, the speed of the two-headed tiger couldn't compare to those streamers. When Cheng Siqi arrived, there were already four or five figures standing at the entrance of Duangu.According to the posture of the golden light soaring to the sky before, there are still relatively few people coming, and more people will surely come one after another in the future.

"The Buddha Golden Lotus Formation in Tianyin Temple can be said to be the most defensive, easy to defend but difficult to attack."

A man in fox fur riding a crane said, "Among you, is there anyone who is proficient in formations? I can help you to kill the devil together."

Among the other people, there were two demon cultivators. When they saw a bald donkey in the formation, they curled their lips in boredom. They didn't want to entangle with these cultivators, so they backed away a lot.Compared to killing with one's own hands, it is obviously more interesting to watch the infighting among the human race.

The remaining two people, one male and one female, seem to be one piece.

The woman cupped her hands, her whole body was sassy: "Friends of Daoism are benevolent and righteous. I have heard that butterflies are not talented, and I have a little understanding of formations. Today, I will use this golden lotus formation of Buddha to try my family's formation."

As she said that, she looked at the man wearing the bamboo hat beside her again, "Brother, are you willing to help me?"

"Naturally." The man in the bamboo hat said hoarsely.

The fox-fur man was startled, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the two fellow Taoists to be Wenjia Tianjiao. The Wenjiazhen Dao is famous in the Loose Cultivation Alliance, and it is said that it can evenly compete with the Linglong Pavilion among the Eight Great Immortal Gates. I have admired it for a long time. Can be with It is really an honor for the two fellow Taoists to join hands to kill demons. It seems that today, we deserve to be famous!"

The two of the Wen family were flattered by the flattery of the fox-fur man, Wen Die was even more high-spirited, pulled up his cloak, and walked towards the formation first.

But at this moment, a young man in red came riding a tiger and rushed towards the formation, almost forming a bloody afterimage.

"What a strong evil spirit!" The fox-fur man's eyes froze, and he turned around suddenly.

Before these golden cores reacted and released their coercion, Cheng Siqi directly slammed into the formation with an extremely powerful posture.

After Wen Die was surprised, he was about to stop him, but he stopped when he saw Cheng Siqi's actions, showing a sneer and sneer, "If you only practice Qi, you dare to forcibly break into the Golden Lotus Formation of the Buddha, you really don't know how to write the word "death" Yes. It’s okay, if the Buddhist formation is stained with human life, it will be tantamount to self-defilement, its power will be reduced, and it will be easier for us to break the formation..."

The calm and disdainful words were suddenly cut off in his throat.

Wen Die's eyes widened suddenly, and she watched in disbelief that the blood-clothed boy riding a two-headed tiger slammed into the phantom of the golden lotus. The shock and killing that should have occurred disappeared, but the stamens of the lotus bloomed suddenly , gently and naturally wrapped the boy up, and sent him to the side of the people in the formation.

Even the two-headed tiger, which was almost bald, was handled with care and thrown aside.

"Could it be that this formation has its own appearance?"

Wen Die's expression turned cold, and he immediately shot towards the formation.

But the Buddha Golden Lotus Formation, which was as gentle as a delicate flower just now, caused countless ripples under this blow.

Surrounded by flying snow like palms, Wen Die bounced back and shot her out in an instant.

"Xiaodie!" The man in the bamboo hat flew to catch Wen Die.

"Brother, this big formation...is so powerful." Wen Die coughed up blood, raised his eyes to look at the faint golden shadow of a giant lotus, and there was a lot of fear and hatred in his eyes, "That kid must be wanted by the alliance!" That little devil, otherwise it would be impossible to enter this big formation..."

As if to confirm what she said, in the formation, Cheng Siqi got up and knelt down in front of Wuyan, his intimacy was beyond words.

This valley is not big, and the large formation is not a lost formation, the scene inside the formation can be clearly seen by people outside the formation.

Before Cheng Siqi rushed to the front, he saw the figure of Insatiable in the formation, his head was suddenly full of plans and movements, and his head turned into a paste, and he rushed straight over.

The moment he was surrounded by the lotus, Cheng Siqi clearly felt that his dantian seemed to be slightly hot, as if there was something contained in it, presumably it was the Buddhist bead he swallowed when he was a fox.

Falling to the ground, Cheng Siqi raised his eyes and saw Wuyan's hand on his knee.

That hand was pale and slender, with well-defined joints, thin blue veins slightly protruding on the back of the hand, and a few knuckles covered with thin calluses, which were left by twisting Buddhist beads all the year round.

The translucent frost completely covered this hand, and the sparse snow hangs down from the hanging robe, motionless.

Cheng Siqi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned over, knelt in front of Wuyan, and quietly looked at the young Buddha cultivator with his knees crossed and his eyes closed.

Eyebrows and eyelashes are covered with fine snow, tired and white as butterflies.

Cheng Siqi held his breath slightly, as if he was afraid that his hot breath would disturb the butterfly.

He moved closer, and stretched out his hand to press Wu Yan's hand on his knee. The coldness from his palm to his heart made him tremble slightly, and his face turned pale.

"Dog bald donkey."

Cheng Siqi cursed, rubbed his lips full of blood on Wuyan's frozen lips, and said in a low voice, "...I haven't kissed you for so many years, I really miss it."

He licked Wuyan's lips again, hissed from the cold, stepped back, and saw the bright red on the body of this Buddha Xiu who was white as an ice man, as if he was very satisfied, and his chin rested on Wuyan. shoulder laughed.

Laughing until a large amount of blood oozes from the wound on his waist and abdomen, Cheng Siqi stopped gasping for air, and turned to look at the trembling little golden lotus with buds in the ice and snow beside Wu Yan.

"Boss..."

At this moment, the two-headed tiger dared to approach cautiously, secretly watching Cheng Siqi's face, feeling a little terrified in his heart.

It's not because he was scared, it was because Cheng Siqi's appearance just now was too scary, his eyes were straight, he laughed like crazy, and his face could not stop crying.

Seeing Cheng Siqi looking at the golden lotus, the two-headed tiger quickly searched out all the information about Tianyin Temple from his head, and said: "This is the life lotus of the Buddha who practiced the lotus method. If the senior really exploded the golden elixir, Then besides waiting to die, there are only two ways.”

He explained: "One of them is to directly fight for a baby. After all, to form a Nascent Soul is to shatter the golden core by itself, commonly known as the broken pill to form a baby. However, this method is extremely dangerous. For so many years in the realm of comprehension, I can count them with one slap."

"Secondly, it should be the method used by the seniors."

The two-headed tiger also had some confusion on his face, "I've heard people say that those who practice the lotus technique seem to have a chance to perform the secret technique of reincarnation, and they can start over from the beginning. It should be like this... This golden lotus belongs to seniors. Second life?"

he guessed.

But the two-headed tiger didn't know, but Cheng Siqi knew very well that the so-called chance of reincarnation had been used on him relentlessly when he was in the Yaosheng Secret Realm, so he only had 18 years in Zhaowen Temple.

With a sinking heart, Cheng Siqi stared at the broken and thin golden lotus, and raised his hand to touch the lotus tip.

His fingertips suddenly became hot.

It was the golden lotus buds that suddenly opened up a little bit, and absorbed a drop of blood from the wound on Cheng Siqi's hand.

As if the fresh blood had a miraculous effect, Jin Lian trembled slightly, and the golden light around her body, which was as weak as a gossamer, shone slightly.

Cheng Siqi's eyes also lit up.

The two-headed tiger's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly tried to stop it: "Boss! You must not..."

Before the words were finished, the clang of the dragon resounded throughout the room, and the cold light frightened the eyebrows.Without hesitation, Cheng Siqi drew his sword backhand and slashed hard on his arm.

The blood is like a trickle, meandering down.

At the moment when the pattering blood fell into the flower buds, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The Sanskrit voices inside the formation sang low, and the conversations with Jindan outside the formation all disappeared.

The boundless wind and snow flowed backwards, and Cheng Siqi's eyes flickered, and when his vision was clear, he found that he seemed to be in a cold courtyard.

It seemed to be late autumn, with the rustling of fallen leaves, and the rustling sound of sweeping the floor came from behind.

Cheng Siqi raised his vigilance and turned around to look, only to see a little novice monk in gray clothes who was only five or six years old holding a big broom that was half his body taller than himself, sweeping step by step outside the courtyard door and extending downwards. many stone steps.

The little monk lowered his head, although he was young, he had an indescribably clean and upright air, and his every move was cautious.

A sense of strangeness surged in Cheng Siqi's heart, and he couldn't help walking towards the little novice monk.

When he was approaching, Cheng Siqi was about to speak, but saw the little novice who was sweeping the ground suddenly turned serious, raised his hand and threw the broom, and stepped on it angrily, "Sweep his old bald place! Lord, don't worry about it, go down the mountain to drink!"

Cheng Siqi was taken aback and almost laughed out loud.

Such a jerk, don't ask, it must be tireless.