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

After thousands of years, Xuanjianzong and Tianyin Temple re-established the sword master Buddha at the same time, which caused an uproar in the cultivation world.

Especially at the century-old Ling Xiao meeting, when everyone saw a sword master who didn't know much about swordsmanship, and a fake monk who didn't even shave his hair, the waves became more and more turbulent , and some Mahayanas even squeezed in front of Xie Zhou in person regardless of face, flitting their eyes and picking the corners of their mouths, probing and mocking.

"Brother Xie, what is your criteria for choosing a sword master?"

The white-bearded middle-aged man slowly poured a glass of wine, and looked at the Tianzhantai in the distance with a smile, "I see this Cheng Xiaoyou's swordsmanship... I really should be ashamed of holding a sword."

The young man next to him looked arrogant, and echoed: "Master, this level of swordsmanship and swordsmanship is indeed an insult to my swordsmanship! Holding a sword and using it like a childish urchin, there is no half way. Thank you, senior, I heard that swordsmanship The master has been practicing swords for more than ten years? How come there is not even a trace of sword energy?"

The words are not finished, but the contempt and disdain contained in it is fully manifested.

The delicacies and spiritual fruits are full, and the neon clothes and feathers are blowing on the face.

The distant Kunlun snow and the faint haze and mist shone brightly, and the bright sunlight seeped through the clouds. In the banquet made of cold jade tables, pairs of gossip ears stood up, and they all seemed to be facing Xie Zhou's direction.

Being ridiculed like this face to face, according to Xuan Jianzong's usual temper, the next thing is probably a wonderful one-sided beating.In Ling Xiao, I will watch some juniors fighting for the top, but it is just a small fight, and it will be meaningless if you watch too much.However, there is still something to be said for the two major masters fighting each other.

A group of old immortals from the Eight Great Immortals quietly opened Mimi's eyes.

"Oh."

Xie Zhou replied calmly.

All the old faces in the banquet suddenly became suspicious.

However, before these Mahayana deities could guess whether Xuanjianzong had been modified or degenerated, whether he was luring the enemy to go deeper, or was really seriously injured, Xie Zhou's eyelids drooped, and his eyes quickly glanced Immediately, his voice was calm and sonorous, and he said on his own sleeve: "This sect thinks that fellow Taoist's words are wrong!"

"The reason why the sword master can become the sword master of my Xuanjian sect is naturally because of his handsome and unrestrained swordsmanship, and there are few people in the world who can compare with him! Sword masters and swords all have rules of Taoism, and swords and swords are common and cannot be understood. , how can it be measured by the creativity of sword energy?"

This voice contained Mahayana coercion, and it instantly spread throughout the audience like a bell.

"Wait and see!"

Xie Zhou pointed at the Tianzhantai, "This sword... seems to have a soft wrist, weak and powerless, invisible and powerless, but the sword master's move is so mysterious to the peak! The trajectory of the past seems to hide the endless starry sky, thousands of Taoism, just one glance, it is daunting, unable to move, irresistible!"

The voice did not fall.

On the sky battle platform, the blue-clothed boy just tilted his sword and fell into the arms of the monk-robed boy. The blue-clothed boy didn't feel ashamed, instead he smirked, and quickly raised his head and kissed the monk-robed boy.

The Mahayanas who looked at the past during the banquet: "??"

Xie Zhou: "??"

"cough??"

Xie Zhou didn't change his face: "This sword also has the ability to charm, but when the enemy is unprepared, attacking his lips and teeth is a superior sword technique."

After a moment of silence during the banquet, the old man from the Sacred Valley of Medicine leaned over tremblingly, secretly stuffed Xie Zhou with a few bottles of pills, and said via voice transmission: "Sect Master Xie, eat more."

Xie Zhou took the elixir silently, still calm and composed.

Not getting any news from Xuanjianzong, a group of old people who are not ashamed turned their attention to Tianyin Temple, where honest Buddhists and immortals gathered.Today's abbot of Tianyin Temple is Wuqin, a peer of Wuyan, an eminent monk who has maintained a cold and ascetic appearance all year round.

"Master Wuqing?"

As soon as the person next to him approached, before he opened his mouth fully, he was glanced at by Wu Qingqing's cold eyes, and heard him say: "Fushan Zongtai, Jiang Ming?

"what."

Fushan Zongtai was stunned, a little flattered.Unexpectedly, a medium-sized sect like them, which had just emerged, would be in the eyes of Tianyin Temple, and even Wuqing would remember him.He was faintly excited, but before the excitement was completely transformed into surprise, he saw Wuqing slowly take out a worn-out book from his sleeve.

Wuqing glanced at Fushan Zongtai, flipped through two pages of the book, and read: "Jiang Ming, nicknamed Xiao Jiangtou, who practiced Qi at 78 years old and built a foundation at [-] years old. He is old and disrespectful at [-] years old. One of the six young girls, but because of bed troubles, she sneaked into the Sacred Valley of Medicine and stole three boxes of aphrodisiacs, and claimed that the golden gun is not..."

"Master Wuqing!"

Jiang Ming was shaken all over, and suddenly burst out laughing until tears came out. While wiping away his tears, he said loudly, "The Buddha Lord chosen by Tianyin Temple...is really right! I saw the Buddha Lord On the first side, this body is trembling at the early stage of Mahayana!"

"What kind of fairy character is this!"

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Ming said, "The wind is clear and the moon is shining, and my heart is like Bodhi. I can sweep away all the dust in my heart at a glance. That universal brilliance, that compassionate look... I am afraid that even a true Buddha is nothing more than that." !?? No! The Lord Buddha is the real Buddha in my heart! The light in my heart!"

"If it weren't for the family being unable to leave, I really want to worship under the lord's seat and listen to the teachings... woo woo woo..."

While talking, Jiang Ming really burst into tears.Damn, it wasn't easy to cultivate Mahayana, but the smelly monk who beat him for seven days and seven nights and took all his aphrodisiacs, actually reincarnated back!Woohoo, crying.

During the banquet, everyone saw the young man in monk robe pinching the back of the blue-clothed boy's neck and holding his waist and relatives' ears: "???"

The meeting was even quieter.

Wuqing Shi closed the book and put it back in the sleeve.

The Ling Xiao meeting on the first day ended in such eerie silence.

That night, on the top of the mountain where various sects of Kunlun temporarily stationed, there were buzzing discussions like hornets.Amidst these discussions, the stubborn young man in the daytime sneaked down the mountain with his sword on his back, looking for the border area between Xuanjianzong and Tianyin Temple. There was a small hill where only two people lived.

When sneaking into the small hill, it suddenly started to rain. The young man glanced at the night sky, not paying attention, and quickly found a remote small courtyard, carefully lying on the wall of the small courtyard to observe the people in the courtyard.

The boy in blue practiced his sword under the moonlight of Kunlun, his moves were mediocre.

The young man should be focused on the training of the blue-clothed boy, gritted his teeth secretly, and slowly drew out his sword, ready to rush in directly, forcing the blue-clothed boy to fight him.He also prepared a shadow stone, and when he defeated the water-infused sword master in this battle, he would send the shadow stone to Xuanjianzong, so that those invincible sword repairmen of Xuanjianzong could have a good look at it.

Thinking so, the young man quietly stepped into the courtyard.

But at this step, a strange buzzing sounded in his ears.A sense of unease rose in his heart.

A drizzle of rain fell from the sky, but it was invisible and invisible, and it didn't get wet on the clothes, but it was a little bit painful.The young man's hand holding the sword suddenly fell, and he felt that the sword in his hand was trembling unceasingly, with a weight of a thousand catties, as if trying to escape, he desperately stabbed towards the ground.

The young man didn't know why, so he clutched it tightly, and when he reluctantly lifted the sword to his eyes, he saw that the spirit sword he had taken from the ruins of the cave mansion in the Transformation Stage had slowly cracked open.

The blade seemed to be unbearable, and let out a low whine.

He saw his own eyes through the narrow reflection of the blade, and a belated panic surged up.He didn't dare to stay any longer, turned around and jumped out of the small courtyard, and ran out of the hill crazily.

The moment I stepped out of the hill, the rain stopped.

He stood there in astonishment, and heard the voices of several patrolling disciples in the distance: "Is this sword mark newly engraved? Hey... I looked at it and felt a little dizzy. No wonder the elder said that we don't need to patrol this area. With this sword mark suppressing here, who else would dare to make a mistake?"

The young man looked up following their voices, and saw a long and thin sword mark appearing at some point on the empty climbing stone steps before he went up the mountain. people.

In the small courtyard where the sword rain is flying.

Insatiable ended his day's practice as usual, stepped out of the small Buddhist hall, opened his arms, and hugged the person who jumped over.The soft touch squatted on the side of the face and neck, and there was a rush of bloody heat in his too young body. His face remained motionless, but his hands moved to Cheng Siqi's back, and he hugged and lifted him up. Ask in a low voice: "Have you bullied a child again?"

"He doesn't want to bully me, so how can I bully him?"

Cheng Siqi lazily said, "Little bastard looks down on me, he deserves it. I look younger than him." As he spoke, he clamped Wuyan's waist with his legs and rubbed upwards.

"It's small and cute, why don't you touch it?"

The young man's Qingyue voice was accompanied by the soft tip of his tongue, licking his ears.

"Don't make trouble."

Wu Yan patted Cheng Siqi's lower back, and led someone to sit down in front of the porch, feeling a little sore in his waist.Ever since he reincarnated with Cheng Siqi, he has not spent a single night in bed fighting.Calculating carefully, it has been eight months since today, even a monk can't afford to spend like this.

But unfortunately, his waist is not good, but the stick is very competitive, and Cheng Siqi gave it in twos and twos, so he wanted to lean over to show his love, and he didn't care about his master's body at all.

He suppressed his desire, changed the subject and said: "Buddha Lord and Sword Master are just names, and they are unnecessary in this life."

Cheng Siqi lay on him like a boneless one, smiled and said: "The road to immortality is not the same as it used to be, it is strict. The robbers not only need to be cultivated, capable, but also have a reputation. If a big murderer Devil, I'm afraid that before Lei Jie falls, he will be bombarded to death by a group of old men."

"You were born to be blamed, so don't let so many people scold you and hate you like Zhan Molu in your previous life. You can bear it, I can't stand it."

He closed his eyes: "Besides?"

"At the beginning, I used my whole body of Mahayana to practice Taoism, bred the golden lotus born of Buddha with your remnant soul, and asked for your afterlife. I just thought that...we should live happily for a lifetime. There is no immortality when the spiritual energy is exhausted. Fighting, mortals eat immortals, and there is no robbery to attack, the Mahayanas of the world work together to make up the road to immortals, conspiring and conspiring...

"Now is the prosperous age."

Cheng Siqi opened his eyes and said with a smile, "You recite the scriptures and I practice the sword, everything will be fine."

He hugged Wuyan's neck and whispered his affection: "I was born many years later than you, and you were the one who protected me and taught me. Many things happened when you were young, those years when you were high-spirited and reckless. I want to see you. We will bully children when we come to Lingxiao, and we will go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to kill demons together..."

"This time, I will accompany you."

A soft kiss fell on the corner of the eye.

Incessantly ringing Process Siqi's waist, he sighed softly in his heart.

On Xinmo Road and Zhengxian Road, the moments when Cheng Siqi failed to accompany him will be his eternal guilt and unwillingness.At the beginning, in order to ask Tiandao an answer, he insisted on going his own way, knowing that it was a dead end, but he also went up.When he knocked heavily on the last level of immortal steps, he heard a choked cry in a daze.

The cry accompanied by the sound of swords and swords broke his heart.

fortunately.

Fortunately, the golden lotus bloomed and he came back.

There was a hand under his body groping wildly, and the hotness was layered up.

The insatiable heartache didn't go away, and he couldn't bear to refuse Cheng Siqi, so he had no choice but to raise his hand and set up an isolation formation, and slowly sent his slender five fingers into the middle of Cheng Siqi's round buttocks, "Stop me from shaving, just to Stop me from making those clear rules?"

"Um??"

Being disturbed so that his waist was numb, Cheng Siqi snorted, quickly blinked away the look of success in his eyes, spread his legs obediently, took off his pants, and sat on Wuyan.

A pinch of wet and soft ground.

Insatiable frowned impatiently.

The monk's robe was stripped off, and a callused hand came up along the muscle of his abdomen, and then wrapped around Infinity's neck, pressing the back of his neck forward, forcing him to raise his head, open his mouth, and swallow it in. There was a little redness and swelling, and it was sharp and bright red.

Tender and sweet.

Bite heavily and inhale, and you can hear the young man whimpering in pain and comfort, accompanied by the trembling and twisting of his waist.

The blue sword suit was neatly dressed, only the trousers were missing, and two slender and tight legs were exposed from the gaps in the clothes. They were white and dazzling, shaking in the ups and downs, and the color of water flowed out along the thighs. Sliding all the way across the soles of the feet, it fell on the suddenly stretched toes.

The placket was closed solemnly and tightly.

Now the owner of the clothes opened a seam with his own hand, and without leaning to one side, a small half of his fair chest was exposed, with a little red stained with water, trembling, in need of moisture.

"This side also..."

Cheng Siqi peeled off the other side of the shirt, and sent it to Wu Yan's mouth again.

Wuyan sucked it according to his meaning, stepped back and took a closer look, pinched it with his fingers, pulled it up, and laughed in a low voice: "It's getting bigger and bigger, I'll go to the Sacred Valley of Medicine tomorrow to get it for you." Some ointment." After speaking, he pinched it again very badly, and it was soft and elastic.

"pain??"

Cheng Siqi took a breath, propped himself up when Wuyan let go of his hand, turned around, and sat on him with his back to Wuyan.

The blue sword suit was completely torn off, revealing the thin shoulders on both sides and a large white back.The back is drawn down, gathered into an overly thin waist, flexibly and powerfully undulating and twisting gently, one after another, squeezing the two peach-shaped buttocks out of various shapes, bumping the buttocks into water red.

Wuyan smiled, and deliberately bumped upwards hard, immediately smashing Cheng Siqi's seductive posture to pieces.

"what??"

He pinched his legs, and stared back at him.

"good."

Wu Yan straightened up, put his arms around Cheng Siqi's waist, turned over, and pushed him on the reclining chair, "I'll do it."

From Qing Yue's snort, to the last low whimper.

The sword rain stopped, Cheng Siqi was hugged by Wuyan, his eyes were full of water, the dawn of Kunlun fell on the corners of his eyes, which were still flushed with tears, just like the night after Zhengxian Road many years ago. , burst into tears.He stared blankly at the sky for a while, then grabbed Insanity's hand and bit it lightly.

"??I just want to cry in your bed."

Thousands of years later.

The Buddha Lord of Tianyin Temple and the sword master of Xuanjianzong competed together for the immortal path, broke through the sky and soared, and since then, the damaged script that has been passed down for thousands of years finally has the most satisfactory ending in the hearts of the world.

A certain bookstore in the cultivation world.

"Boss, why are so many contents obliterated in this new follow-up script? You are cheating money!"

"Guest, you are under 50 years old, it is not recommended to watch, it hurts your waist."