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

The sound of rain falling from the eaves.

A little cold seeped into the quilt, Cheng Siqi woke up from a rare slumber, and subconsciously reached out to touch his side, but he didn't feel the familiar warmth.

He turned over and opened the bed curtain, and saw that the window of the room was half open, and Wu Zhi casually wore a monk's robe, sitting under the window with his collar open, watching the falling raindrops.

"time to go."

Sensing the movement, he turned his head tirelessly, opened the letter of confession sent by Lin Kongyu with his fingers, glanced casually at the murderous word that slowly appeared on it, and threw it away casually.

"A magic stick is a magic stick."

He got up and walked to the bed, put on Cheng Siqi's cassock, and said with a smile, "I have always thought that their Tianji sect is not pleasing to the eye. A mere hexagram can mess with people's minds. It was still at the Lingxiao meeting back then. The beating wasn't hard enough."

"I really want to see what you looked like back then."

Cheng Siqi said with a little fascination, kissed Wuyan's chest, raised his hand to pull his monk's robe, and asked him as usual, "Would you like noodles?"

"I want chicken noodle soup."

Insatiable thought for a while, answered, and immediately followed Cheng Siqi into the kitchen to help wash vegetables and kill chickens.

The work of chopping firewood was handed over to Cheng Siqi. He was good at sword practice and was a master at chopping firewood. With one strike of the sword, he could pile up a batch of neat firewood.

The cold stove is heated up, the oil splashes, and the rich chicken soup fragrance slowly wafts out.

After picking up two big bowls of noodle soup, Wuyan and Cheng Siqi sat under the eaves, watching the hazy mountain scenery in the rain while drinking the warm noodle soup.

The rain is cool and cool, blending with the strong aroma of the noodle soup, slowly entangled with a bit of warmth.

When Xie Zhou walked into the small courtyard, Cheng Siqi said without raising his head, "I cooked for your master, not for you."

"...I have been bigu for decades, Master."

A drizzle of worry and melancholy dissipated in an instant.

Xie Zhou looked at the two faceless people sitting on the small bench and eating noodles while guarding the sparkling stove, without a word. He didn't know whether the atmosphere in front of him was right or wrong.

He looked at Wuyan: "Master, many monks have come from outside the sect, and they still come to inquire about the news of Zhengxian Road."

Saying Xie Zhou felt a little depressed.

I don't know who promoted the legend of Zhengxian Road, and it caused a commotion in the entire cultivation world.Many people know the benefits of the Road to Immortals to the spiritual world, and they also know that only those who practice the ultimate path can become the pioneers of the Road to Immortals.

And speaking of the robbers, there are only three in the entire spiritual world, and two of them belong to the Xuanjian sect.

So in the past few years, the mountain gate of Xuanjianzong has been extremely lively.

Those monks who were eager to seek immortality didn't get any news, so they didn't leave at all, and lived directly outside the mountain gate.All the desolate cities under the Xuanjianzong Mountain became prosperous again, and there were countless monks coming and going.There were also some monks who were daring and tried to sneak into Xuanjianzong, but they were all thrown out crying in the end.

"A rumor that can't be touched makes these people so crazy!"

Xie Zhou was battered, and said angrily: "The disciples stationed at the edge of the abyss of Hell Prison have to withdraw another group, otherwise these monks will not be able to fight, and I am afraid that some of them will not be able to take care of them and sneak in... The road to struggle for immortality is to be robbed." Master, but if you are not the robber, you must go to fight for the road of immortality, this group of people really..."

"It's to fight."

He never tires of interrupting Xie Zhou's words.

Startled for a moment, Xie Zhou suddenly turned his head to look at Wuyan.

"Just today. After dinner, your master and I will go to Kunlun, you stay and take care of the house." Wu Yan smiled at him, patted the back of his head, took Cheng Siqi's bowl, and fetched water to wash the dishes .

Xie Zhou was slapped back to his senses by the palm, grabbed Cheng Siqi's arm, and opened his mouth, but was overly shocked for a moment, and didn't know what to say.After a long while, he said with difficulty: "Master, you, you don't stop Master, why are you sending him there? Isn't this...isn't this sending him to death?"

Although he is only a golden elixir, he has heard a lot in the rumors about the road to immortality over the years.

The robber master who has cultivated to the peak of the Mahayana, senses the way of heaven, and will choose the road of striving for immortality to cross the catastrophe and ascend.But in the past tens of thousands of years, there were people who practiced the ultimate path, but no one reported about the path to immortality.But now that this incident suddenly popped up, how can it be said that it is a good thing to be insatiable?

In particular, Insatiable cultivation is still far from the peak of Mahayana.

"I can't stop it."

Through the rain, Cheng Siqi's face was a little blurred.

He lowered his eyes, and said in a calm tone with some disappointment: "He wants to go up and have a look, but it's useless if I can't accompany him, how can I stop him? He was only a few years old when he chose the Demon Slaying Road. You are already so determined, you know what you want..."

"No one has the right to comment on his path."

Xie Zhou hesitated: "But..."

Eyelashes that were covered with rain and mist trembled, and Cheng Siqi slowly raised his face: "Stinky boy, you are still young, and you don't know what a Taoist couple is. In many people's minds, Taoist couple is just another name for a monk to a husband and wife. But in my heart and your master's heart, it's more than that."

Speaking of this, Cheng Siqi waved his hands impatiently: "I'm fine, you're lying here with a widow's face. Don't make trouble, and take good care of the house."

Before the words were finished, Mu Yu flew out the Jiqing Sword, and without hesitation, Cheng Siqi turned over and jumped up, wearing a light blue sword uniform with a graceful posture.

He Yujian beckoned to the eaves.

The figure of Insatiable took a step forward and appeared on the sword, his whole body was covered with light smoke and drizzle.

"Hold tight, let's go."

With a chuckle from Wu Yan, the Jiqing Sword rushed out instantly, reaching Jiuxiao.

The sharp sword light broke through the rain, like the sharpest blade, cutting a deep white scar on the vast and boundless sky.

The mountains are like splashed light ink, and the rising clouds, mists and clear rain can drown the two figures in the blink of an eye, no matter how difficult it is to catch them.

Xie Zhou sat under the eaves, staring at the potholes on the stone steps in a daze.

Relaxed and freehand, playful and playful.

Just like going out for training many times before, Xie Zhou didn't feel any tension or depression from Wuyan and Cheng Siqi.

They leave so plainly, as if they will return so plainly.

Kunlun is covered with snow all the year round.

There are mountains and valleys, a vast and empty silvery white.

As the sun rises gradually, the mountains where the clouds gather on the top gradually brighten up, revealing the colorful and tumbling rays of light.

When Wuyan and Cheng Siqi arrived, the mountains were already filled with countless monks.

When they saw the sword light in the distance, all the confusion and anticipation on their faces turned into excitement and shock.Many people stood up suddenly, their faces flushed, and they took out the messenger talismans trembling all over, almost unable to control their excited voices.

"I'm coming!"

"The news is correct! Zhengxian Road...they want to fight for Xianlu!"

Countless shouts spread in all directions in an instant.

More monks came quickly, and the fairy boat and the spirit bird pierced through the clouds and fog.

And the cultivator of Transformation God directly tore through the space gap and appeared on the nearby mountain peak, looking over with a complicated expression.

The noise below did not reach Insatiable's ears.

He jumped off the Jiqing Sword, chose a moderately high mountain and sat cross-legged, Cheng Siqi leaned beside him, slowly wiping the Jiqing Sword with a piece of fine cloth.

After wiping for a while, he stood up and began to engrave dharma lines on the top of the mountain, drive the sword intent, and arrange the sword array.

Another space crack appeared.

Immediately, a ship with a mysterious and unpredictable aura slowly sailed out of the crack.

Lin Kongyu sat on the wheelchair carved by Tianjing and appeared at the bow of the boat.

Behind him stood Mozun and Lin Dong with a stiff face, as well as a group of demon cultivators, elders of Tianji Sect, and people from Jiejie.

The appearance of the Bone Building boat condensed the atmosphere in Kunlun for an instant.

Many monks looked at those catastrophes, their eyes tearing apart.After so many years of war, the world of robbery and the world of spirits have already become life and death, bloody feud.

"He Lao, we are here."

Xiaguang was facing him, Lin Kongyu squinted his eyes, turned his head and said to an old man in a Confucian uniform sitting in a chair.

The old man opened his yellow eyes and looked at him, his voice was hoarse and muffled: "Senior Lin, how old you are, the younger generation can't bear it. I only hope that you can succeed immediately this time, so that the younger generations in the future will really have a way to go." Let's go, there is a way to find it. In this way, no matter how many evils are killed, the old man will admit it."

"Don't worry, Mr. He."

Lin Kongyu nodded, and appeared on another mountain not far away.

"The three robbers have arrived..."

Several Huashen's consciousness swept over each other, and one of them wondered: "Isn't that old man He Jiusheng, the Qingyuan Sanxian back then?"

"It's him?"

Someone was surprised, and he gritted his teeth again and scolded: "At the beginning, he seriously injured several Mahayanas in my spiritual world. The debt has not been settled yet, and he dared to show up here! Looking at him now, I am afraid that even a building Ji's palm can't be stopped, it's really retribution..."

Another Huashen smiled coldly: "He is no longer a Loose Immortal, but he still wants to force the power of a Loose Immortal. At the beginning, many Mahayana grand masters said that he was suicidal, and the backlash he suffered would definitely not be taken lightly."

The person next to him smiled wryly: "Even without He Jiusheng, they still have Lin Kongyu. What can we do to them? It's the road to immortality right now. Who do you think has a better chance of winning? It is rumored that the one who sees the fairy gate does not enter, but the other is just a newcomer to the Mahayana."

Those spirits with different emotions fell silent, and no one responded.

No one can tell how many of the people who came here today were really looking for the ceremony and seeking immortality, and how many were just watching a victory or defeat.

The emerging Chu Yang completely climbed over the continuous snow-capped mountains, and was exposed naked.

As if being triggered by something, the endless glow was dyed instantly, and a thick purple spread spread.Clouds surged out violently, and the incomparably bright Jin Hui coated the entire world with dazzling light.

The sun was shining sharply, but there was a terrifying thunder from the dome.

"Boom!"

A red glow spewed and circled in the air, and thousands of miles of thunderclouds weighed down heavily.

The ground shook violently.

The frozen snow cover of Kunlun slowly melted, everything revived, and the river was rushing.

The naked eye can see that there are countless spiritual energy erupting from the ground veins, converging into small purple dragons, screaming and soaring into the sky, crashing into the slowly condensing black clouds.

The sky and the earth turn from day to night in an instant.

The earth cracked, magma gushed out, and the golden sun gradually turned a dull blood red, like a ferocious giant eye patrolling the world, hanging high in the sky.

Storms and rain fell.

The snow water rushed and slapped among the peaks, screaming unwillingly.

All the monks stared at the scene in front of them in horror, their mouths opened dumbly, unable to speak.

No matter how many times they have seen and heard the legend of the road to immortality in so many secret treasures, it is not as shocking as being in it at this moment.

There will be no immortals for ten thousand years, and there will be no calamities.

They have long forgotten the madness of ascension to seek the Tao, and the destruction of the Thunder Tribulation.

"What a lunatic."

An old sigh came from the clouds, and several Mahayanas who had closed the death gate in the rumors appeared one by one, walking tremblingly towards the surrounding mountain peaks.

"One or two... are both lunatics! Crazies who want to become immortals, lunatics who want to prove the Tao!"

He Jiusheng on the Baigulou boat raised his eyelids with difficulty: "Even a lunatic... is much stronger than you shrinking old turtles."

He put his hands in his hands like an ordinary old man, and poohed, but no one heard him.

"Cross the Nine Tribulations, Fight for the Road to Immortals."

A bitter sigh came down from the peak, Lin Kongyu looked at the monks all over the mountains and plains in the distance, shook his head and smiled, "In the past nine lives, I have been like a despicable person, not daring to say anything, walking quietly But I didn't expect that there would be such a day, and I would fight for the last time just like tens of thousands of years ago."

He looked at Wuyan on another mountain peak: "Little uncle, it's still too late for you to regret it. Otherwise, when you climb the immortal road, even regretting it will be useless."

The violent wind blew between his brows and eyes.

Like countless knives, trying to scrape out the bloody color from Insatiable's eyebrows.

Wu Yan stood up, his white cassock fluttering, and a faint golden light diffused from his body, like the only star in the dark night.

He glanced at Lin Kongyu and said indifferently, "You may be right. But I'm not wrong either."

"The hour is coming."

Wu Yan clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, "Please, Spirit Lord first."

"it is good."

The memory in Lin Kongyu's eyes slowly faded, he opened his palm, revealing three old copper plates.

The copper plate seemed to be pulled by something, and the moment Lin Kongyu let go of his fingers, they stood up together, trembling slightly, and flew out.

"boom!"

The dark red thunder hidden in the depths of the sky finally couldn't bear it anymore, like an extremely fast dragon, it roared and slashed down brazenly!

The red glow was like blood, instantly filling Lin Kongyu's pupils.

His face darkened, and suddenly he flexed his fingers, and flicked out a copper coin in front of him.

The copper coins flew out in a twirling manner, inconspicuous, but their trajectories were somewhat erratic, sometimes as intricate as traveling through eternity, sometimes as simple as right in front of your eyes, containing specious mysteries.

The crimson thunder that rips the sky and the earth crazily smashed down, almost drowning Lin Kongyu almost instantly.

"careful!"

Someone on the Baigulou boat couldn't help shouting.

In this world-destroying thunder, all the cultivators' cultivations were on the verge of collapse, and some of them spit out blood in shock after taking a second look, their faces were like golden paper, and they sat on the ground with fatigue, not daring to look at them any more.

This kind of thunder strikes on people, it is the Mahayana period to pass the catastrophe period, how can there be a way out?

But in the next moment, inconceivable colors appeared in the eyes of countless people.

The thunder tribulation descended, but a small old copper plate avoided the terrifying sharpness and suddenly appeared in the center of the thunder, like a piece of rusty but sharp thin blade, cutting into the thunder light lightly, shattering the raging Thunder Dragon... directly cut in half!

"Ding!"

While the copper plate and the thunder calamity were fading away, rounds of gossip diagrams with flashing blue light and entwined strange energy flew out, turning into strong ropes, strangling the struggling thunder calamity tightly until they collapsed.

The aftermath of the first thunder disaster turned into a cold wind, blowing away the hair on Lin Kongyu's forehead.

He sat firmly in the wheelchair, smiled against the wind, and looked up at the thunderous sky: "Continue."

The wind was loud and torrential.

Everyone looked at Lin Kongyu and lost their voices.

Several gods from the spiritual world stood at one place, looking at each other. Among them, the god from the Sacred Valley of Medicine was stunned for a while, and then said: "I didn't come here because of infatuation, why now...but I also want to try this The catastrophe will add to the body, and the fairy road will fight for the front?"

Another Huashen sighed: "It's so powerful that it breaks the thunder against the sky. Who wouldn't want it? I think that I am only one step into the Mahayana, and I am also in this thunder calamity. I can't survive for a moment."

The first thunderstorm passed, but it caused waves in the hearts of many monks.

Just when everyone was still in shock and couldn't recover their senses, they heard a low Buddha's call resounding through the sky, and before they could raise their eyes, a red light flashed swiftly from the corner of their eyes, accompanied by the aura of destroying heaven and earth, He rushed towards the person who recited the Buddha's name.

"Roar--!"

A dragon roar shook the sky.

But in this fiery thunderbolt, there was actually the shadow of an angry dragon wrapped around it.

The thunder is as strong as a pillar of heaven, and the clouds are instantly dyed by lightning.

Cheng Siqi had already arrived at other mountain peaks, on this lonely mountain that was hit by thunder, there was only Wuyan alone.

When Ben Lei fell, the top of the mountain was filled with sword light instantly, and countless spiritual swords from the Tomb of Thousand Swords whizzed out, formed a huge formation, and slashed towards Lei Jie.

The two met, and the crashing collision exploded the surrounding void.

Fierce red magma dripped from the air, and fragments of broken meteorites floated, exuding a tearing aura.

Wuyan stood in such a sky, his white robe was reflected blood red.

He took a step forward, and the golden lotus bloomed instantly under his feet.

The lotus petals stretched out, and countless golden Sanskrit characters floated out, blown by the wind in the air, all of them swayed and moved towards the thunder that was entangled with the sword light.

"Boom!"

The light was blazing, and the thunder roared.

The red glow slowly dissipated, and the vertical and horizontal spirit swords also shattered and fell down.

But as the strong light dimmed, a vigorous and swift dragon shadow suddenly rushed out, carrying unparalleled might of heaven and earth, and landed on the top of Wuyan's head!

Jinlian was shocked, and the dragon shadow neighed and dispersed.

Wu Yan raised his eyes suddenly, a line of blood appeared between his lips.

The crowd was startled.

"When I first entered the Mahayana stage, I wanted to fight for the road to immortality. It really is too reluctant..."

There was a Mahayana with an old face, stroking his beard and sighing, shaking his head regretfully, "It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He was injured in the first thunder calamity, and the rest may be even more..."

The words on this side have not finished yet, but he saw Wu Yan spraying blood on the plain white cassock, and his body was shaking a little, but in this shaking, he seemed not to care about his injuries, and looked up at the top of the dome. The thunder light condensed in the air, sneered: "So much spiritual energy, haven't you eaten enough? It's so soft..."

As he said that, he suddenly rose from the ground and rushed directly into the thousands of miles of thundercloud.

"boom--!"

Tianjie seemed to be enraged, countless thunders suddenly exploded, dense like a power grid, turning the whole world into a vast thunderfield, mountains collapsed, rivers and seas dried up, and everything turned into fly ash.

Afterwards, those eight lightning tribulations slashed down together unreasonably!

"He's courting death!"