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

"The spiritual world has already been riddled with holes. Do we still have to be so numb and do nothing? You can bear it, the old man can't bear it, and I, the Liuhua Sect, can't bear it!"

As soon as he entered the gate of the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Xie Zhou heard such a stern roar.

The snow has changed from thick to light.

From the gaps of the drifting snowflakes, the dark blue sky laid out layers of gloomy clouds.

Xie Zhou, dressed in filial piety, also floated in from outside the door like a solitary piece of snow.The fine white stained his eyebrows, making his eyes extremely black, his eyebrows extremely thick, and sharp and cold.

As soon as he came in, the hall was silent.

The restless city lord was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and immediately got up to greet him, "Thank you, senior, you are finally here!"

As soon as the words came out, the city lord almost shed tears.

God knows how he, a mere mortal, survived the wrath of so many Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators.Liuhuazong and Gumumen didn't take him seriously at all, if he wasn't the mortal city lord chosen by the Ziyi League, he might not even be alive at this moment.

As soon as Xie Zhou came, it seemed that his backbone had also come.

Among the loose cultivators recruited by the Ziyi League, Xie Zhou is extremely outstanding if he can come to guard one side.The city lord had heard from many people that if Xie Zhou had been born a few years earlier and caught up with Xuan Jianzong's good time, he might have become a sword cultivator with extraordinary sword skills.

"Ah."

Xie Zhou nodded slightly to the city lord, and walked inward.

The old Liuhua Sect monk sitting in the hall couldn't help it.

He seemed to be still in a fit of anger, and he just stared at him with raised eyebrows and erect eyes, and the mighty coercion of establishing the foundation all over his body suddenly burst out, and he pressed straight towards Xie Zhou, "Where did you come from, you can't even be polite when you see seniors, but you can't look down on him!" My Liuhua sect?"

There was a sudden gust of wind in the hall.

All the vases, tables, chairs and benches vibrated and bounced, mixed with humming sounds.

The other two young monks, a man and a woman, turned a blind eye to Liuhuazong's side, and their eyes even flashed the excitement of watching the show.

The two middle-aged monks at the ancient wooden door on the other side only frowned slightly and did not stop them.After all, this coercion was only aimed at Xie Zhou, and to others, it was just a breeze blowing on his face.

"Thank you, senior, be careful!"

The city lord was startled, almost unable to stabilize his figure, he was on the verge of falling, as if he was about to be swept away by the strong wind in the blink of an eye.

However, just as his feet were about to leave the ground, a hand was pressed on his arm.

Xie Zhou supported the city lord's arm with one hand, and walked forward with ease and ease as before.The corners of the linen filial piety clothes were hanging down lightly, and the strong wind was raging around, but they couldn't shake the corners of the clothes.

Helping the trembling city lord to the upper seat, Xie Zhou sat aside, his slightly swaying clothes fell down, and the howling wind in the hall stopped abruptly, as if he had been strangled by the neck and pressed out. made a sound.

The expressions of all the monks in the hall changed.

"One mouthful, one Liuhua sect..."

Xie Zhou hooked the corners of his lips: "You Liuhuazong, what are you?"

The old man of Liuhua Sect suddenly looked ruthless, and stared at Xie Zhou coldly, feeling a little bit ashamed and indignant, gnashing his teeth.

But his white eyebrows trembled again and again, but he didn't continue to challenge Xie Zhou.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and no one is a waste of brains in practice so far. Just based on the temptation just now, everyone knows that Xie Zhou, who has already established a great foundation and a half-step golden elixir, is the strongest one here .

This is obviously inconsistent with the information they obtained before, but in terms of cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat.Xie Zhou's strength increase is not something incomprehensible.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, you can't say that."

The square-faced male cultivator of the ancient wooden door said with a smile, "The Liuhua Sect is wholeheartedly for the spiritual world, and has been trying to find a way to get rid of Yanbei's calamity. For this reason, he did not hesitate to open the sect's forbidden area and invite a taboo formation. Thank you, fellow daoist, you can't let Liuhua down." Fellow Daoists of Zong have worked hard."

"Forbidden formation?"

Xie Zhou was slightly surprised.

The old man of Liuhua Sect let out a heavy breath, and said coldly: "That's right. I, the founder of Liuhua Sect, was an inner disciple of Linglong Pavilion. Injured by these formations, it was listed as a taboo and sealed in the forbidden area."

He glanced at Xie Zhou with a bit of pride in his eyes.

"However, the situation in Yanbei is now critical. According to the speed at which the gray fog spreads, it will invade Yanbei City in a few days. It will never stop killing and destroying. Under such circumstances, we have to Please use this taboo formation to stop the doom of this place."

"If fellow daoist Xie has no other better way, then please come to me for convenience."

Xie Zhou raised his eyes calmly: "I don't know what convenience Elder Wang wants?"

There was no murderous intent or disdain in his tone, as if he wasn't the one who confronted him before.

"This array is called the endless source of water array."

The old man of Liuhua Sect showed his eyes, "It is a large-scale trap, which can stop Jindan strongmen for three quarters of an hour! It is not troublesome to set up this formation, but the difficulty lies in the scarcity of materials. I started to search a long time ago, and only then did I find most of them. Distributed array material."

"But the most important thing, the formation eyes that can promote the cycle of life and death, have not yet been obtained..."

After saying these words, the eyes of the three of Liuhuazong all fell on Xie Zhou.

Among them, the female cultivator who seemed to be the youngest whispered: "The location of the material I calculated is in that coffin, what dare not say..."

"Ying'er!"

The old man of Liuhua Sect immediately sneered, and reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense all day long! That's the coffin of the elder Xie Daoyou, who has been dead for a long time and is about to be buried. How can you open the coffin just because of your words?"

The female cultivator lowered her head and blinked: "Got it, elder."

Anyone with eyes can see that this singing is a play.

But no one was the first to point it out.

Because it is a fact that this formation can save Yanbei, and it is also a fact that the things in the coffin are needed.Even if Xie Zhou is strong, if he can't solve the calamity, there is no reason to refuse to open the coffin.

The two useless skeletons are incomparable with the entire Yanbei.

Even these monks were angry.

In the face of doom, Xie Zhou, as a city garrison, not only went out of the city to solve the problem, but also spent his days in the mourning halls of mortals, doing so-called ridiculous filial piety.It really made many people feel cold-hearted, and they regarded him as a villain who fled the battle.

There was an eerie silence in the chamber.

Everyone's eyes were lingering on Xie Zhou, waiting for his answer.If he complied, then the previous vigil would become ridiculous. If he did not, he would be ignoring the overall situation, and righteousness could crush him to death.

But Xie Zhou didn't seem to be in any trouble.

He didn't even look at the group of monks in the hall, he got up and untied the filial piety clothes on the outside, and asked the city lord in a low voice: "It's the first time I've met fellow Taoists from the two sects, and fellow cultivators, should there be a banquet with wine. City Lord Crane, the arrangement is now, when will the dinner begin?"

"A dinner party?"

City Master Crane froze for a moment. Although he didn't understand what Xie Zhou meant, he still said immediately based on his years of understanding of Xie Zhou, "One hour... the dinner can be prepared in one hour!"

Xie Zhou nodded, threw the filial piety clothes he took off on the chair, and patted the storage bag hanging on his waist.

A long sword that was as deep and cold as autumn water suddenly appeared in his hand.

Xie Zhou nodded to the monks in the hall: "Then I will trouble fellow Taoists, and I have been waiting here for a certain hour." He said, without looking back, holding the sword, he stepped out of the city lord's house in a few steps. government.

The wind and snow covered the sight for an instant.

In an instant, there was a faint sound of a sword, and the overlying cloud outside the window suddenly dispersed, like tofu being cut, pattering into pieces.

Xie Zhou's figure followed the sword light straight to the north, and he couldn't find it in the blink of an eye.

The monks in the hall changed from confused to horrified and suspicious.

"He, he is..."

The casual cultivator from Yanbei trembled his lips in disbelief.

The people from Liuhua Sect and Gumumen looked at each other, and the square-faced male cultivator of Gumumen frowned: "Thank you, fellow daoist, for being so generous."

"So young!"

The old man of Liuhua Sect snorted coldly, "If you really think that you are a sword cultivator, then you are amazing? One person and one sword killed so many foundation-level and even Jindan-level catastrophes. Doesn't he think that he is the reincarnation of Cheng Siqi? Don't ask this old man to collect his body !"

A group of monks shook their heads.

A few people who had some friendship with Xie Zhou wanted to go to help, but found that the defense formation of Yanbei City had been activated by Xie Zhou at some point, and they couldn't get out.

The three of Liuhuazong continued to discuss the formation in low voices, while the two of Gu Mumen's eyes were blank, and they didn't know what they were thinking.The rest of the casual cultivators didn't dare to move rashly, so they had to wait in this chamber dryly.

Only City Lord Crane got up calmly and went to arrange the dinner with some impetus coming from nowhere.

For some reason, the snow that had already become smaller became bigger and bigger.

The wind and snow are blowing, and the night is getting darker.

The gloomy sky seemed to be piled up with countless black clouds of resentment, crowded and pressed down, making people feel oppressed at a glance.Ever since the traces of calamity revealed three months ago, the nights in Yanbei have been starless and moonless, appearing oppressive and cramped.

But tonight was destined to be different.

The lights in the City Lord's Mansion have been turned on one by one.

The hall was brightly lit, and several round tables were arranged in an orderly manner. The steaming delicacies were served by the attendants one after another, and the tangy and fresh aroma warmly spread around, tempting the index finger to move.

However, in the face of delicious food, no one moves.

Ordinary food, no matter how good it is, is just ordinary food. The monks in the hall have their eyes above the ceiling, so naturally they look down on this food.Another point is that with the passing of this hour, everyone's minds are no longer in this hall.

"It's already an hour."

In the silence, the square-faced male cultivator of the ancient wooden door was the first to break the oppressive silence.

He glanced at all the cultivators, raised his hand to fill a glass of wine, got up and sighed: "Fellow Daoist Xie, no matter how willful you are, you will die for the people of Yanbei after all. I respect this glass of wine..."

"Fellow Daoist, wait."

A cold and sharp voice was like a sword, piercing through the endless wind and snow, and came suddenly, "The appetizers haven't arrived yet, why rush to toast?"

All the monks were startled, and suddenly got up.

Countless eyes scrambled to gather outside the door.

Then people saw a sword light coming out of the northern sky, cutting down the clouds in an instant.The sea of ​​black clouds rolled and retreated screaming in horror, and the dark sky finally faded, revealing stars and a waning moon.

The moonlight flowed across the edge of the sword like running water, illuminating the dripping blood.

The wind stopped.

In this night that suddenly became silent, all the snowflakes falling from the sky were visible to the naked eye, as if soaked in blood, and gradually dyed dark red.

Snow falls like red plums.

A dozen odd-shaped heads were smashed into the snow. Xie Zhou wiped his sword with a white cloth, stepped on the snow-covered ground, and walked into the hall.

"Then, that eight-eyed girl...isn't it Golden Core Calamity?"

Someone glanced at those heads and blurted out in surprise.

This cry brought everyone back to their senses.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then all the monks got up to pour wine, and raised their glasses to Xie Zhou, with fear and awe in their eyes, but also eager to win over.

The food and drink that had been left out just now became very hot. Everyone sat down and began to eat, drink and laugh.

Establishing the foundation and cutting the golden core is still an extremely difficult calamity.

A group of monks finally realized that Xie Zhou was different from them.

"No wonder Fellow Daoist Xie has kept the door behind closed doors. It turns out that he has a plan in mind! How can a few small calamities stop the power of fellow Daoist Xie's sword? Hahaha, come, this cup is here to thank you fellow Daoist!"

"Xie Daoyou is really a model for my generation of monks, Li respects you!"

"One person, one sword, really is a peerless sword repair demeanor, admiration, admiration!"

The atmosphere in the hall quickly became lively.

A trace of unease flashed in the eyes of the square-faced monk at the ancient wooden door, but he suppressed it quickly, acting as if nothing had happened just now, poured a glass of wine again, smiled kindly and toasted Xie Zhou.

The three members of the Liuhua Sect were also shocked, and had to sigh in admiration.

What I thought was a hopeless situation, but I didn't want it to be just a small trouble for others.

"You are welcome."

Xie Zhou did not refuse anyone who came, and took their wine one by one.

This dinner can be said to be a feast for the guests and the host, and it will not rest until midnight.

The next day was dark, the snow stopped, and the sky was clear.

Xie Zhou returned to Wuyan and Cheng Siqi's small courtyard alone, wiped the coffin carefully, and then threw out his natal sword, turning it into a giant sword, floating in the air one or two feet above the ground.

Xie Zhou put the coffin on the sword, and the imperial envoy Feijian walked out of the small courtyard slowly.

The woman in black and City Lord Crane were waiting outside the door.

"The cemetery has been selected, it's in Nanshan, and the neighbors are all together, and the two elders must be more at ease." City Master Crane said in a low voice.

"Thank you, City Master." Xie Zhou nodded.

City Lord Crane smiled and said nothing.

The pitch-black coffin rested on a giant sword with a cold light, and walked across the streets and alleys at a leisurely pace.

Xie Zhou walked in front holding the memorial tablet, while City Lord Crane and the woman in black followed.There is no mourning, no crying, only the slight sound of swords, shaking the cold air of deep winter.

"Master Wuyan and Doctor Cheng are at the funeral..."

The door of the steamed stuffed bun shop opened, and the young boss saw this strange funeral procession passing by, he was stunned for a moment, then he turned around and closed the shop door, tied a white cloth around his body, and followed quickly.

"This kid is willing to send someone away."

Seventh Miss and her monk came out, supported each other, and followed the team, "I'm really old, just now I'm thinking about how Master Wuyan and Doctor Cheng Xiao looked like when they were young, so handsome..." Seven The girl chattered.

Then there were many creaking doors opening.

There are old and young, stepping on the thick snow, walking beside the giant sword and the coffin.

Someone spoke in a low voice, as if talking to an old friend, laughing and sighing at the coffin.There were also people who shook their heads in silence, put their hands on the coffin, and quietly listened to the clanging of sword intent.

The gradually growing funeral procession stopped at the gate of the city.

Xie Zhou turned around, looked at the familiar faces in the team, and a trance flashed in his heart.

Living in this world is doomed to be entangled in cause and effect, constantly cut and unreasonable.These causes and effects are annoying and not pure, but they are also impressive and extraordinary.

"It's going to snow, everyone go back. I'll send Master and Master off for the last part of the journey."

Xie Zhou bowed to everyone and said in a warm voice.

He raised his eyes and saw a group of Yanbei monks standing inside the city gate, silently seeing each other off.

Miss Seven patted Xie Zhou's arm: "Go, see off your master and master well."

Xie Zhou nodded and watched the people in Yan Beicheng turn back to the city before continuing to use the flying sword and walking forward.

However, after walking two steps, his footsteps stopped.

In the middle of the official road outside Yanbei City, there stood a woman in red holding a pipa.

The position where the woman in red is standing seems to be the boundary between morning and evening.

In front of her was Yanbei's normal morning and day, but behind her was the pitch black midnight.

No one was carrying the fiery red lanterns, floating in the deep and invisible night, and occasionally a ferocious human face flashed across the lantern paper.

"Yan Bei Xie Zhou?"

The woman in red raised her face, half of which was bright and gorgeous, and half of which looked like a ghost.

She looked at Xie Zhou with great interest, and smiled coquettishly, "You killed those little guys last night? It seems that you have some skills, and you are also handsome."

She sighed sadly: "It's a pity, if it weren't for the fact that Yanbei's land veins are so important and cannot be missed, the slave family really wants to let you go."

"But right now, it's no wonder the slave family is so cruel."

Before the Qingwan and coquettish words fell, the woman in red suddenly stretched out a green hand, and plucked the pipa with a clang.

The sound of the pipa was as faint as clear water, but the aura was earth-shattering, wrapped in a mighty force, and shook the wind and snow in all directions.

Thick clouds gathered in the sky again, more than ever before, with a faint blood color, like a huge palm, pressing down on Yan Beicheng fiercely.

Yan Beicheng's defense formation was activated automatically, and it burst like a fragile bubble in the blink of an eye.

"Yuan... baby..."

With a movement of Xie Zhou's lips, the blood from the internal organs immediately spilled out of the corners of his lips.

He straightened his back, retracted his fingers slowly, and the natal sword carrying the coffin suddenly shrank and flew back, held in his hand, clanking unwillingly.

He can't retreat, so there is only one battle.

"You are so courageous, my lord."

The woman in red covered her lips and smiled, her winking eyes were like silk, and she looked at Xie Zhou affectionately as if looking at a lover, but her hands kept plucking the strings of the pipa, as if watching a dying man. Like rats and ants, teasing indifferently.

Those red lanterns floated out of the night behind her, and surrounded Xie Zhou in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Xie Zhou was in a fierce battle, the woman in red lazily stroked her temples and sighed into the city: "Don't struggle to the death, obediently open the seal of the earth's veins, I see that it is going well, maybe I will spare the life of this city, Not sure."

Her voice was very low, but it sounded like thunder in Yanbei City, shocking people's hearts.

"The leylines? What leylines?"

All the monks looked blank, "The meaning of this calamity is to... massacre the city?"

Someone looked at the Liuhua Sect and the monks of the ancient wooden gate. The old man of the Liuhua Sect was full of anxiety, and stared at him and said: "Look at what I am doing? I have practiced in Yanbei for many years, and I have never heard of any earth veins! It is true that there are such earth veins." , is also in the hands of the Ziyi League, how can you allow me and other small sects to be contaminated?"

"No one knows the earth veins, so what should we do?" Some casual cultivators turned pale in shock, "That's a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

The coercion just now was not aimed at them, it had already shaken their minds, almost shaking their foundations.If he really made a move, he might not be able to stop this woman even in one breath.

The old man of Liuhua Sect stared blankly, and looked at the female cultivator who had been silent at the ancient wooden gate.

"Wooden Phoenix Fairy."

He called out to the female cultivator, with a wry smile on his face, "Things have developed to this point, don't you, the ancient wooden gate, still want to stay out of it? This endless source of water formation... I also ask Fairy Mufeng to help me! "

Fairy Mufeng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I can use my ancient wooden door secret method to help you raise the formation to the level that can withstand the blow of Nascent Soul. Can't stop the second blow at all."

"No matter how fast the people from the Purple Clothed League come, I'm afraid they can only come to collect the corpses for us."

As soon as this remark came out, all the monks fell silent.

The expression of the Liuhuazong old man changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth: "Rather than waiting to die, why don't you give it a try!"

He turned his head to look at the Liuhua Sect girl next to him, and gave her and another Liuhua Sect man a jade pendant, "Ying'er, this treasure can allow you to temporarily hide your breath and resist the pressure of the Nascent Soul for half a moment. My fellow Taoists and I Set up a large formation here, then... go and take out the things in the coffin."

"At this point, if Fellow Daoist Xie still wants to blame, then blame me!"

The resoluteness of the old man of Liuhua Sect immediately strengthened the hearts of the people.

Many monks came to help arrange the endless source of water array, but some monks wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away, but as soon as these people stepped out of the range of Yanbei City, they all turned into fly ash without a sound, and even a trace There was no sound or movement.

"Huh? There are two little mice?"

The woman in red still sensed the approach of the two of Liuhuazong, raised her eyes lazily, and was about to blow out a breath, so that the two of them would be wiped out like all the monks who tried to escape before.

But at this moment, Xie Zhou, who had been teased into a hard fight, suddenly trembled, his whole body glowing with golden light.

A vision suddenly appeared in the sky, Jieyun broke through the red dark clouds, and condensed thunderstorms appeared in the sky tens of miles around Yanbei City.

"Celestial Phenomena?!"

The woman in red was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that Xie Zhou would choose to form the alchemy at this time.

It was this stunned moment that made her temporarily forget about the two little mice of the Liuhua Sect.

And the two little mice, a man and a woman, took advantage of the golden celestial phenomenon filling the sky and earth, and quickly touched the coffin that Fei Jian had pushed back under the city gate before.

"Sure enough, there are restrictions!"

The girl named Ying'er yelled, "Junior brother, I'm breaking the restriction, you push the coffin lid away from above! I can already smell the anger! Such a strong vitality will definitely be the best eye of the formation!" !"

"Okay, Senior Sister!"

The young male cultivator hastily agreed, put on a body of physical training, and tried his best to push the coffin lid.

Xie Zhou's swordsmanship is amazing, but he's really mediocre when it comes to restraints. He can't compare to a young girl who is both talented and willing to study.

It didn't take a few breaths before the shattered light flickered continuously. The young male cultivator felt that the resistance under his hands was getting smaller and smaller, so he couldn't help but increase his strength.

The coffin lid slowly tilted, revealing what was inside.

The young male cultivator pushed hard, looked in subconsciously, his hands suddenly paused, and he froze on the spot: "Master, senior sister, there is... someone in the coffin."

Wang Ying broke through the last restriction, and blurted out: "Who are they? It's just two dead bodies! They've been dead for three months, and they probably froze and rotted long ago. Aren't you the most courageous? ? Hurry up and get things, the big formation is still waiting..."

As she spoke, she casually followed the line of sight of her junior brother.

The voice in the throat suddenly stopped.

A pair of dark eyes looked out from the coffin, and a smile as clear as water trickled out from the corners of those handsome eyes and brows, mixed with extreme gentleness and indifference, which was shocking to see.

The owner of the eyes lifted a slender white finger to his lips, and whispered to the two of them, "Shh, don't make a sound, I'll scare them."