Money in the heavens

"Yuanjun filtered it. Although I have his mind, with Yuanjun's level, if I peek into Yuanjun's thoughts, I will definitely be discovered!"

Shang Yi smiled slightly and continued.

Qu Jiuniang turned to ask:

"What's so special about that little monk? That a monster like you pays so much attention to him!"

Shang Yi smiled and said:

"The young monk's qualifications, understanding, and will are all good, and he has deep blessings. Although I can't see through my fate, I can still feel that the two young monks just now have great luck!"

Qu Jiuniang smacked her lips and said:

"What's going on in Shaolin Temple? Two good young talents just popped out of the Shaolin Temple!?"

Shang Yi smiled and said:

"I'm afraid it's not good luck, it's a rebound! After all, I guess Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple was probably the magician Han Guang pretending to be ten years ago!

That's why Shaolin Temple has become so weird recently! "

Qu Jiuniang was shocked when she heard this and said:

"Strange, what's strange!?"

Shang Yi said:

"Yuanjun should know that master, it should be Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple, but when I went to Yuhai before, I also heard that the crying old man was born, and even Hanhai wanted to integrate this place and establish a big force!"

Qu Jiuniang said in surprise:

"What a coincidence, the two of them are life and death enemies!"

"Yes, Master Xuanbei is coming to the vast sea, but the traces of the crying old man are nearby. With the character of crying old man, he must want to get rid of Xuanbei!

So here’s the question, the news about Master Xuanbei’s appearance should be quite secret, why was it known to the crying old man?

Furthermore, back then..."

Shang Yi told Qu Jiuniang about the battle between the magician Han Guang and Abbot Kongwen, as well as his speculations about the two.

His idea is actually very simple. There is no such thing as rescuing Abbot Kongwen, but to attract the attention of the leader of the Immortal Trail, "Lingbao Tianzun", and it is best to become his early backer.

The purpose of making a name for the crying old man is to gain fame while not becoming a pawn in the calculations of all the political forces; the purpose of revealing Abbot Kongwen's story is to make Chonghe Taoist Priest more wary of the mythical leader "Celestial Emperor", who is disguised as the current Shaolin The abbot's magician Han Guang.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect you to have such an experience. In this case, that magician Han Guang may really be the Emperor of Heaven of the Shinhwa Organization!

Don’t reveal this matter casually. I will pass it on to Lingbao Tianzun and he will find a way to solve it! "

Qu Jiuniang said to Shang Yi.

Shang Yi nodded vaguely after hearing this, and then returned to his room to rest.

Tomorrow is about to usher in a fierce battle, so Shang Yi naturally has to adjust his condition to avoid capsizing.

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The next day, Shang Yi watched in the inn lobby as Meng Qi tried every means to escape from Xuan Bei, but was always caught back at the last moment. What a tug-of-war between his uncle and his nephew, which made him Shang Yi thought of the agarwood and Erlang Shen in the lotus lantern.

I just don’t know if there was anything like Agarwood saving her mother in the past of this world!

Suddenly, Shang Yi saw the little monk Zhenhui next to Meng Qi glance at him. His heart tightened and he stopped thinking.

He almost forgot that the true master of the cricket in his heart just now was right in front of him. This Zhenhui was the reincarnation of a ray of divine consciousness from the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao!

Shang Yi calmed down and continued to eat his food, as if the food here was so delicious. I have to say that the food at Hanhai's first restaurant is also very dark. Although it tastes good, the price is too high.

Meng Qi, Xuan Bei and others also learned from Xiao Er that the crying old man who had been missing for many years had returned to the world and became the "Halle" national advisor. He was recruiting swordsmen and bandits, and planned to conquer the country to the west of the vast sea and to the east of the God Burial Desert. , Oasis united to establish a unified force like the Great Zhou and the Great Jin!

"This is quite courageous..." Meng Qi praised, if he could accomplish his great cause, the crying old man would be regarded as the First Emperor in the Western Regions.

While admiring, Meng Qi suddenly noticed something was wrong with his master's face. Normally, except when he was praising himself and Zhenhui, he would be melancholy and depressed. But at this time, his face was as dark as water, without any trace of melancholy.

"Master, do you know the 'Crying Old Man'?" Meng Qi could only guess this.

Xuanbei looked at the tea cup in his hand and said with a touch of emotion: "Old Crying, whose real name is unknown, a master at the peak of outdoor scenes, active in Longxi of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Sea of ​​Death and the God Burial Desert, ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking, good at The techniques are the 'Kung Sha Magic Skill' and the 'Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Soul', which can be said to be extremely vicious."

"Such a stake..." Meng Qi is no longer a little monk with limited knowledge. He will not think that crying for an old man is nothing when he hears that he is only ranked 33rd on the earth list. You must know that there are only ten people of Dharma height on the sky list. Even if Coupled with masters who are reclusive, reclusive, or have little reputation, the Crying Old Man is also one of the top sixty terrifying figures in the world.

When Xuan Bei saw the waiter going to greet others, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "My master's face must have been ugly just now, right?"

"Master, do you have a grudge against the crying old man?" Zhenhui hit the nail on the head and had no consciousness of covering up for the master.

Meng Qi secretly laughed. Fortunately, he had a stupid junior brother, otherwise it would be difficult for him to ask questions.

Xuan Bei looked at the tea with a few tea leaves floating in it, and his melancholy became stronger: "My teacher's common name is Tang Zhan, and he is considered a top master on the Ganlong Road. He is only one step away from becoming a master. At that time, my teacher hated evil and once, when he was escorting a friend to the 'Zangshen Mountain' where the Vajra Temple is located, he killed a rapist who raped and killed many chivalrous women."

"Who knew that the rapist had a good master named 'Tianhuang Shangren'. He couldn't beat my teacher, and he was angry about his disciple being killed. He actually raided my teacher's manor before my teacher returned to Ganlong Road, killing the old, weak, women and children. Only an old servant escaped with my two young sons and went all the way west to find my teacher. Unfortunately, they were caught up before entering the vast sea..."

He said it calmly, without any ups and downs in his tone, but Meng Qi somehow heard the deep loneliness and deep hatred in it.

"After I learned about this, I felt a sense of disillusionment, as if I had woken up from a beautiful dream of thirty-five years. I was filled with hatred and the fire of revenge burned my heart. However, 'Tianhuang Shangren' also had a good master."

"Crying Old Man?" If Meng Qi couldn't guess this, then he had read so many novels in vain.

Xuan Bei nodded gently: "I have been patient for several years, and finally waited for the opportunity to kill the whole family of 'Tianhuang Shangren'. After that, I was chased all the way to the heart of the Central Plains by 'Crying Old Man'. Fortunately, I was favored by the abbot and was led into Buddhism. Only then did I settle down. So, if you meet the crying old man or his disciples in the future, remember to be careful."

There were no ups and downs, nor cruel scenes. Xuan Bei seemed to be talking about other people's things.

The reason why he was willing to talk about such a painful thing was that after hearing the news that the crying old man had returned to the arena, he wanted to remind his disciples to be careful not to reveal their identities in front of him.

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but all the guests around him turned a deaf ear to it, as if no one was talking here at all.

Meng Qi glanced at Shang Yi from a distance, and saw Shang Yi's ears move slightly, obviously hearing what Xuan Bei said just now.

He suddenly thought that when he was in the six reincarnation space, Shang Yi had said that he would have a disaster this time. Could it be that "crying old man"?

Thinking of the speculation that there was a problem inside Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi suddenly felt that perhaps the crying old man came out this time, in addition to greed for power, he might have learned from the inside of Shaolin Temple that his master was about to leave the vast sea for the Vajra Temple.

"Is this targeting the master!?"

Meng Qi didn't understand, he naturally knew that the other party couldn't set up such a big game to target him, so it must be his master, the master of the outdoor scene, Master Xuan Bei!

Shang Yi was already clear about this, he didn't attract Xuan Bei's attention, just watched Xuan Bei take Zhenhui and Meng Qi two disciples to the outside, Xuan Bei was obviously commemorating his two young sons, he didn't need to join in the fun.

Sure enough, not long after Xuan Bei and the other two left, the sky began to change, with howling winds and howling winds, as if countless ghosts had fled from the underworld.

Shang Yi's eyes flashed with golden light, but he could clearly see that countless winds and sands were rolling up in the vast sea in the distance, and the area within a hundred miles was full of flying sand and rocks, rushing to the top of the hill.

The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle and sheep herders stood stiffly like dried corpses. The earth was cracked inch by inch, like a natural disaster!

In the battlefield, with the top of the hill as the core, the sand and gravel were like dragons, covering the sky and the sun, and rolling up to the sky in circles, as if the most terrible sandstorm was coming.

And in the swirling hurricane of mad sand, there were faint shadows, they were twisted and uncertain, invisible and intangible, with heavy yin energy, screaming, and constantly rushing to the top of the mountain.

This is exactly the "evil ghost claiming life" of the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" activated by the crying old man with the mad sand magic!

At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis withered rapidly amidst the flying "sand" and rocks, and the ground was desolate and yellow, as if all the water had been drained out. The cattle and sheep herders all stood still, their skin and muscles dehydrated inch by inch, and there were faint black shadows flying out of their bodies and throwing themselves at the "evil ghosts" on the top of the mountain.

This terrible scene did not stop at the hill and the nearby oasis, but spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, draining the souls of all living things and withering the entire earth.

Outside the Quicksand Market, the normal soil dried up and cracked in the wind and sand, extending from the hill to the market and to the area behind.

In the market, pedestrians were stunned one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was dry, and there were black shadows in their bodies struggling to get out.

The wind and sand hit the outside of the "First House in the Hanhai", making dense popping sounds, making this seemingly shabby inn shake and creak, and it seemed that it would soon lose water, turn into powder, and collapse to the ground.

Inside the inn, the guests at the tables became dazed and almost lost their souls, just like the herdsmen outside.

Qu Jiuniang stood up, her eyebrows raised, and shouted loudly: "Old immortal, be careful of God's punishment, and give birth to a son without an asshole! Did my inn offend you!"

As she shouted coldly, a cold wind seemed to blow through the inn. The guests who were dining and staying all shuddered and woke up. They looked at each other in fear. At the same time, the outer wall of the inn showed no signs of dehydration, but they were still shaking and creaking under the wind and sand.

"The master-level fight is too terrible..." Sha Ke, whose eyes were like sapphires, muttered to himself. This place is dozens of miles away from the fight, and he and others almost had their souls sucked away. If it weren't for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, they would not have escaped this disaster.

Shang Yi was naturally not affected, but his expression became colder and colder. The crying old man's means were too cruel. He used evil skills recklessly. For the power of the moves, all the living beings within the range of his spirit were included in the "evil ghosts demanding lives". The more souls gathered, the more powerful it was!

However, the people in the martial arts world did not say anything. Those innocent herdsmen, merchants, travelers, etc. all died because of the crying old man's moves. Is this reasonable? Is this fair? Can we watch this?

As if seeing the change in Shang Yi's expression, Qu Jiuniang transmitted the voice:

"Boy, don't be impulsive. The crying old man is a grandmaster who ranks among the top of the external scene and has crossed three ladders. You have not really reached the external scene realm. There is no point in taking action!"

Shang Yi shook his head and transmitted the voice with "he telepathy":

"If I don't take action, my thoughts will not be clear. If my thoughts are not clear, what martial arts can I practice!"

As he said, he took a step and disappeared in the inn.

There were also knowledgeable people in the inn, who immediately exclaimed in a low voice:

"That is the Divine Foot Power, one of the six magical powers of Buddhism!?"

"Who is he? He has already comprehended the Divine Foot Power at such a young age?"

"That seems to be the young genius who has just risen recently - Huai Kong. Two months ago, he killed many bandits on the way to Yuhai, and even a martial artist at the peak of enlightenment. Moreover, no one can recognize his martial arts style. Every move is the most ordinary martial arts."

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Shang Yi, who left the inn, did not directly participate in the battle between the crying old man and Xuan Bei. Instead, he stood in the void with the Divine Foot Power and used the power of the treasure weapon "Xuanniao" to operate the "Sacrificial Body Art".

Suddenly, infinite Buddha light bloomed in the void, shining on the figures that were slowly turning into mummies after their vitality was extracted.

And because of the crying old man's action, Meng Qi, who had difficulty moving in the Quicksand Collection, also recovered. The dark gold flowing on his skin was no longer dim, and became pure again.

Under the Buddha's light, the life force extracted from those innocent creatures was slowly recovering, and the dead air, broken air, and even the Yin air and ghost air infected by the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" on these creatures flowed into Shang Yi's body through the connection of the self-sacrifice.

The self-sacrifice, feeding the tiger and the eagle, sacrificing one's life for the sake of benevolence.

It is the Buddhist Dharma of absorbing the injuries and illnesses of others into oneself and transferring the vitality to save people. At the beginning, he saved the young hero Lin in the Duoercha world. Now Shang Yi naturally wants to use this to save those innocent creatures.

Moreover, with Shang Yi's realm breakthrough, coupled with the treasure weapon "Xuan Niao" to absorb the power of heaven and earth, the price to save these ordinary people is not great.

What needs more attention is that Shang Yi absorbed the extremely negative energy of dead air, broken air, Yin air, and ghost air from himself. Once these energies entered Shang Yi's body, they began to run rampant everywhere, destroying Shang Yi's meridians, acupoints, and internal organs.

Shang Yi was not worried at all. His mind turned and the heart bell in his body vibrated.

"Dang~Dang~Dang~"

An old shadow with white hair and beard suddenly appeared on the golden bell.

"Shua~Shua~Shua~"

The old shadow waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed continuously. The first eighteen swords were extremely fast and sharp, forming a series of sword nets "three threes are endless, six sixes are infinite"; then there were four styles of ruthless and ruthless swords; finally, the twenty-two swords merged into one, evolving into a peerless sword that broke time and space.

In the end, there was no old shadow on the heart bell, leaving only a pure and extremely powerful sword mark.

Shang Yi still did not stop, and the perception of the complete destruction origin of the Devouring Star World flashed in his mind. At this moment, the death breath, yin energy, and ghost energy that flowed into Shang Yi's body were mixed together by Shang Yi's powerful spiritual power, and evolved with the evolution of the perception of the origin of destruction.

"Dang~~~"

The heart bell in Shang Yi's body vibrated. As Shang Yi evolved the origin of destruction, he instantly felt that on the other side of the void, there was a world full of endless demonic energy, yin energy, death breath and destructive power.

"Jiuyou!"

Shang Yi murmured in his heart, and the Jiuyou world seemed to sense Shang Yi's potential in destruction, and the Jiuyou demonic energy continued to flow into his body through the void.

Below the heart bell, the Jiuyou demonic energy gathered and finally formed an illusory Jiuyou small world, as if it was suppressed by Shang Yi's heart bell, but it seemed to form two poles of good and evil.

Shang Yi's perception of destruction was integrated with the sword twenty-three on the heart bell. The sword that broke through time and space became the sword twenty-three that belonged to Shang Yi alone! (End of this chapter)