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

"Brother, we're at the cemetery ahead."

In an area where hills and huge pits intersect, a group of Wanfamen monks wearing bamboo hats appeared.

Flocks of gray mist shrouded the front piece by piece.

This gray mist is like a cotton ball, swallowing up the dazzling sunset light in the evening and the lingering wind from the distant mountains, unable to let out a trace of light or sound, it is weird and quiet.

Through the gaps in the gray mist, one can vaguely see large areas of gray earth tombs inside.Pieces of tombstones are inserted crookedly, and the continuous weeds are dead around, without any vitality.

"Is this the cemetery?"

A slender and glamorous woman lifted up the black veil of the bamboo hat, glanced in, and frowned, "Sure enough, it's all the aura of doom. Brother Meng, shall we go in now?"

Surrounded by several people, Meng Dongya, who was called senior brother, took away the flying magic weapon and did not answer immediately. Instead, he took out a jade slip from his sleeve and threw it into the gray mist.

The jade slip fell into the gray mist, penetrated directly, and hit a half-shattered tombstone, and it did not light up from the beginning to the end.

The tension in Meng Dongya's expression dissipated a bit, and he nodded: "There is no calamity of Nascent Soul level here, just go in."

"it's getting dark……"

A dark and skinny young man with buns wrinkled his face and said timidly: "Senior brother Meng, why don't we go in at dawn tomorrow, I heard that the calamity will become more serious after dark, there may be some dangerous changes..."

"An Ye!"

The glamorous woman gave the black and thin young man a hard look, "My generation of monks should go forward bravely, not afraid of hardships and dangers, and sharpen ourselves in the face of danger. How can you always be so timid? It is because you are greedy for life and afraid of death More than 100 years is just a golden core early stage!"

"Master, Senior Sister..."

An Ye was so frightened that he took a few steps back, bowed his head and made a promise, his voice was as big as a mosquito.

"Okay, Poria."

Meng Dongya sighed, "An Ye has such a temperament, why are you angry with him? Just follow me, don't touch those gray fogs, let's advance to Zhuangzi. Since the mission hall sent us this mission, it must be It can be solved with our own power, and it will definitely not harm our disciples, so let's relax for the time being."

"Yes, brother!"

The few people behind them all looked solemn and replied in response.

Holding her breath, Fu Ling glared at An Ye again, walked a few steps forward, and when she turned her head and saw that An Ye was not moving, she rushed over and brought the person to her side, "If you are afraid of death, follow closely!"

"Well... Thank you, Senior Sister." An Ye carefully glanced at Fu Ling, and followed her.

A group of people led by Meng Dongya, bypassed the gray fog, and walked in slowly.

The soil under his feet was soft and muddy, and exuded a rotten stench in the blackness.

Tombs, large and small, were connected one after the other, and some bone fragments were scattered in the mud, shining green flames, like ghost eyes rising from purgatory.

"Senior sister, who are the people buried here?"

An Ye scanned the withered graves around him, his timid voice mixed with curiosity.

It's been a few years since these so-called Dooms have appeared, but this is the first time he's been tasked with eradicating Dooms.

Fu Ling frowned and said, "I don't know either. In the past, this was the territory of a cultivator family. I visited it once more than ten years ago, and it was very prosperous. But since a few years ago, it was changed from the map to The cemetery, like other catastrophes, appeared out of thin air."

After speaking, Fu Ling sighed, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother An, you don't have to be too scared. We are all just golden pills, and the Sword League will not send us tasks that exceed our capabilities."

"Now we have caught up with the good times."

A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, "A few years ago, when the first catastrophe appeared in Kunlun Xianshan, the Sword League, Purple Clothes League and Sanxiu League all sent many Nascent Souls to investigate. The result was a gray mist Floating down from the top of the mountain, all the Nascent Souls turned into a pool of blood."

"Later, when the cultivators of Transformation God came in person, they couldn't dispel the gray fog. They could only allow it to expand slowly, engulfing the land around Kunlun."

"I heard from my grandfather that the Transformation God of the Ziyi League fought against the two catastrophes who came down from Kunlun. One is a scholar riding a tiger, whose lower body is like growing on the back of a tiger and cannot move. The other is a girl without a face , Laughter is like a silver bell, which can shatter golden cores."

Fu Ling exhaled slowly, and patted An Ye's head wearing a bamboo hat: "So, what we are facing is nothing. Nowadays, there are not only the Ying Jie jade slips that detect the calamity cultivation level, but also this kind of fear. What are you afraid of, the magic weapon of the bamboo hat that isolates the gray fog?"

"Like a man, be bold!"

An Ye was photographed so that his bamboo hat swayed, he covered his head and smiled shyly, and responded with a hmm.

Withdrew the corner of his eyes from the side, Meng Dongya smiled inwardly, stopped paying attention to his juniors and sisters, and concentrated on exploring the way.

Before long, the surrounding tombs became less and less, and a Zhuangzi with high mottled walls appeared in front of him.

The gate of this Zhuangzi was slightly opened, and the red paint on the door was bright red and glaring, as if it had been splashed with blood, exuding a terrifying aura.

Looking in through the open door, you can see the dilapidated and desolate courtyard inside, where the withered gray leaves are connected with the scorched grass and trees, and a big black-red tree that seems to be flowing with magma stands inside, with bare branches.

"There is nothing unusual about these tombs. It seems that the problem lies in this village."

Meng Dongya narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped his hand to hold a jade slip in his hand, walked up the steps first, and pushed open the door.

With a soft creak, the red-painted door creaked open.

Dust rose suddenly.

Meng Dongya took a step forward, and when he raised his eyes, his expression changed instantly.

"Brother!"

Seeing Meng Dongya stepping over the threshold and not moving for a while, Fuling rushed over immediately, trying to pull Meng Dongya out, but was held down by Meng Dongya's backhand.

"It's okay." Meng Dongya glanced at Fu Ling.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Meng Dongya, Fu Ling's expression relaxed, and then subconsciously raised her head following Meng Dongya's line of sight, and then she was taken aback.

A large and sturdy tree stands in the courtyard.

The trunk was pitch black as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, and it was flowing bright red, but it was not lava, but like a blood vessel, with gurgling veins emerging.Those dry branches didn't pay attention outside the door, but at this moment, they were all distorted, like human figures struggling in pain.

Yinhong flows from the branches into the trunk, and then into the earth.

"This is……"

The other Wanfamen disciples also came over, and they were startled when they saw the big black and red tree.

"Is this doom?" An Ye asked in a low voice.

Meng Dongya frowned, and shook his head: "Probably not. Doom is a living thing, and I haven't heard of trees appearing. But looking at it like this, this tree may be supporting something underground. .That thing might be doomed.”

A disciple interjected: "That is to say... this calamity has not yet grown?"

Meng Dongya nodded: "Very likely."

"Fortunately, we came in right away," Fu Ling said, "Let's do it now, brother. Don't wait for the calamity to come out, it will be even more troublesome for us to deal with."

"Ah."

Meng Dongya looked serious, and said in a low voice, "Disciples of Wanfamen, line up!"

With an order, seven or eight disciples of Wanfamen dispersed in a well-trained manner, each occupied a position, and sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands.

Wanfamen, named for its sect containing all kinds of spells, is the holy place for all the magicians in the realm of comprehension, and there are many kinds of spell books.Because there are many Dharma practices and more Dharma doors, so I have a rough grasp of all aspects of practice.But in terms of swordsmanship, they are not as good as Xuan Jianzong, in terms of formation techniques, they are not as good as Linglong Pavilion, and in terms of alchemy, they are not as good as Medicine Sacred Valley.

But no matter how weak it is, it is also one of the Eight Great Immortal Gates.

Facing the black and red tree, the disciples calmly formed a formation specially designed to deal with doom without fear.Even An Ye, although trembling, the aura that drives the talisman is very calm.

"Attack the roots!"

Meng Dongya observed for a moment, and took the lead in throwing out a long water-colored rope, and pulled it towards the roots of the big black and red tree.

All the disciples fought one after another, and for a while, the light of various spells and magic weapons came out one after another. With the blessing of the formation, they were even more powerful, and they attacked the black and red tree with incomparable precision.

An ordinary Nascent Soul might not be able to withstand such an attack.

Meng Dongya closely watched Dashu's reaction.

But unexpectedly, this big tree seemed to be an ordinary big tree. It didn't move or hide, as if it didn't notice the attack at all, and didn't respond.

A trace of doubt flashed across Meng Dongya's face.

However, the next moment, before the doubts completely disappeared, Meng Dongya saw that everyone's spells attacking the tree went directly through the tree, then bent strangely, and bounced back to the person who shot it.

"Get away!" Meng Dongya yelled.

But in the end it was a step too late, three or four disciples couldn't dodge in time, they were hit by their own magic spell, blood spurted wildly, and they fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Brother An!"

Fu Ling spread out a pair of illusory wings behind her, barely dodging her spell, and when she turned her head and saw An Ye fell, she flapped her wings and rushed over quickly.

Just when she reached out to catch An Ye, the trunk of the tree that had been silent all this time suddenly shook, and twisted human hands were pulled out from several branches, and they quickly swung and grabbed the disciples who were vomiting blood.

The hats of those disciples were thrown off, and before they got up, they were caught off guard by a cold, dry hand that grabbed their scalps.

"Help! Brother, save me!"

The screams sounded one after another.

Fu Ling watched An Ye being arrested, and wanted to charge forward, but another tree hand came towards her, so she had to retreat while attacking, flying to avoid.

Meng Dongya's expression became serious, and the water whip lashed towards the tree hands, but he took time off again, as if those tree hands were just illusory and could not be touched.

In the blink of an eye, the injured disciples were caught back on the tree, and tree lines began to appear on their faces, as if they were about to be assimilated by the big tree and become those branches.

"Brother Meng!"

The rest of the disciples gathered together.

Meng Dongya swallowed a elixir, his whole body changed, "Change! Cover me!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly became half-real and half-transparent.

He quickly avoided the tree hands that kept grabbing him, and rushed towards the tree itself.The remaining disciples hurriedly changed formations, shuttled among the tree hands, and assisted Meng Dongya.

The tree trunk was so close that the blood vessels winding on it could already be clearly seen.

Meng Dongya was hit on the back several times, his whole body drenched in blood, and enduring the pain and damage caused by the elixir pill, he pulled out a blue hollowed-out Tang saber, assembled the strongest magical powers, and chopped it down in one fell swoop.

The sword slammed down like a sky-splitting lightning.

The big black and red tree let out a distorted scream, all the branches trembled, and they flocked towards Meng Dongya frantically.

The veins on Meng Dongya's forehead popped up, he gritted his teeth and continued to cut down, vowing to cut off the roots of the big tree completely.

But his speed is obviously not as good as those tree hands.

However, just when all the tree hands were about to stab Meng Dongya through, there was a strange crisp sound.

"Crack!"

The men were suddenly empty.

Meng Dongya was stunned, almost dumbfounded as he watched a small rusty shovel come out of the ground, tearing off those thick roots as easily as paper, and then bumped into their Wanfamen's Nascent Soul Treasure, Jingshui Tangdao .

Tang Dao shortbread is like cracking a spider web and shattering in an instant.

The crisp sound woke Meng Dongya up, his expression changed drastically, he retreated crazily, flung out a defensive array, and retreated to a corner of the courtyard with the rest of his disciples. At this time, the entrance door had long since disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Everyone's feet were heavy and they couldn't fly at all.

The black red tree was hit by the shovel, let out a horrified cry, exploded in an instant, and blood spilled all over the sky.

Amid the bright red blood curtain, a young monk in white robes emerged from the ground.

He threw the shovel casually and stood in the blood rain, but his whole body was not even stained red.Facing this turbulent blood, he seemed a little displeased, and coughed softly.

"When you get off the mountain, it's the same scene again."

The young monk sighed, and the surrounding blood mist shook, as if being evacuated, it disappeared in an instant.

At this time, the appearance of this monk was fully revealed in front of the people of Wanfamen.

His facial features are handsome, but his eyes are tightly closed, and his body has no fluctuations in cultivation, exuding a mysterious aura that resembles a Buddha or a demon.As if sensing the location of the Wanfamen people, he tilted his head in that direction, and was about to show a kind smile to these juniors when he heard a voice.

"Brother, is this doomed?" someone asked.

"Well, it seems that this is the doom of this demon tree's nourishment. I can't see through his cultivation, he must be stronger than me. But brothers and sisters don't need to worry, as long as we hold on for a while, someone will come to rescue us. "

Meng Dongya stared at the figure closely, holding a jade pendant in his hand, "I have asked for help from the Sword League just now, and there will be seniors from the Sword League who are nearby soon!"

Fu Ling supported An Ye who had just fallen from the tree, her whole body tensed up: "Brother... which senior is it?"

A relaxed smile appeared on Meng Dongya's face: "The young lord of the Xuanjian Sect, Senior Cheng Siqi Cheng! He has been out of the body for a hundred years, and has achieved great mastery of swordsmanship. Even Senior Huashen Cheng has cut it!"

"It turned out to be Senior Cheng!"

"Senior Cheng can be regarded as No. 1 under Huashen!"

The eyes of a group of terrified Wanfamen disciples suddenly lit up with ecstasy of hope.

Fu Ling also showed joy: "If it is Senior Cheng, we will definitely be able to kill this calamity! We just have to wait until Senior Cheng comes..."

Wu Yan stood where he was, twirling the beads in his hand, with a strange look on his face.

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