New White Snake Asking Immortals

The grass is full of green willows, and Shuangyan returns.

There are many tombs on the grassy hillsides, new mounds and new mounds, and all the disciples who died in battle are buried in this quiet mountain, regardless of their cultivation bases. The practitioners dream of leaving the world for a hundred years, and their homeland has long been a matter of people and nowhere to go. This **** Huashan is the final destination of the Chunyang monks.

At this time, what Chunyang pursues is that dust returns to dust, and there are not too many cumbersome rules. Ordinary people are no different from mortals.

They were all buried before the sun rose this morning. For the first time in countless years, Chunyang Palace suffered heavy losses...

Sacrifice the mountain and inform the world.

Into the earth, heaven and man are forever separated.

The cuckoo is calling out in the air, the **** are chirping and jumping on the trees, Bai Yujun is sitting on the boulders on the hillside in full bloom, looking at the same door for burial, holding up the wine gourd and drinking a few sips of rice wine, raising his hand and stroking it, he is disturbed by the wind. long hair.

Bai Yujun is a Flood Dragon. He can't rely on the funeral to be too close, otherwise he will easily collide with the dead soul, so he can only bid farewell from a distance.

Lifting the wine gourd and pouring wine in front of him three times, all he can do now is to improve the feng shui of the cemetery and bless them sincerely.

The funeral was simple and peaceful, with pear blossoms falling from the sky like snow, sprinkled with new mounds...

"Let's go well, I wish you peace and happiness, and you will climb Shenhua Mountain and return to Chunyang in the next life."

Not everyone can get the blessing of the Jiaolong, but those who receive the blessing will improve their fate and have many benefits. Even the Jiaolong has a little dragon nature. At present, it is the best blessing in this world. There are few people in the world who receive the blessing of the Jiaolong. Few of them, more of them were cursed by a certain Jiao.

He casually brushed the loose strands of hair in front of his eyes behind his ears, and then poured the wine and found that the gourd was empty.

Shrugged and continued to sit in a daze.

The close friends of the deceased were weeping and weeping at the grave, heartbroken. Even practitioners can't escape their human nature and can't erase this worldly heart. Does not eat the fireworks of the world really exist?

Perhaps, this is the purpose of ascetic practice, no longer bound by death and living freely as a god.

Sitting on the top of the boulder, there is a phantom shadow of a white dragon behind the head. The phantom dragon head changes with a certain white's movements. Wherever a white looks, the white dragon also moves accordingly. .

The deceased has been buried in the ground, and the same door left the hillside and returned to the mountain gate. Bai Yujun fluttered to the heights of Huashan.

Return to Qingxu Palace.

Quickly walk a few steps to relieve the inertia caused by landing, and I have nothing to do every day waiting for the next Chunyang event. I have no interest in meditating and practice. I just want to sleep or wander around. I just want to hurry up and wait for Chu Zhe to return to the Southern Wilderness after he takes office. Shenhua Mountain is too boring. , Anyway, at present, the two religions have no war for at least a thousand years.

As for the changes in the Central Plains, it is none of Bai's business.

Inexplicably, the old peach tree on Xiandao on the summit of Wangwang Peak has become different. Young disciples often run under the tree to gather. It is said that it is to enjoy the luck of peach blossoms, and more importantly, they want to learn the secret of becoming a real person.

The future leader had many stories under this tree and at the same time he succeeded in enlightenment. Everyone remembers the peach petals that suddenly appeared when the future leader broke through...

Thinking back to the many rumors between the future head and the girl in the past, the young disciples are very itchy, especially the peach-colored lace news of the high-ranking people is even more addicting.

Just like the mentality of many people in the Central Plains at present, the snake girl may not be accepted by the world, but the Jiao girl will definitely be popular.

A certain white was too lazy to take care of it, and began to sleep through the day, curled up on the bed and entered a sleep state...

...

A temple in the south.

The once splendid temple is now dilapidated, the pillars and pillars collapsed and the statues are shattered with blood stains...

In the hall filled with the smell of ashes and charcoal, Huang Zhao, who was missing an arm, tried to get close to the corner, his expression panicked and his body trembled. It collapsed, especially the King of Wisdom became mentally ill!

Afraid, afraid that the eagle clan of Nanhuangfeng Leiya would find themselves and ask for a duel.

It doesn't understand, can't figure out why his father, who was a demon king in the transformation period, was defeated by those demon handsomes. He hated those lowly blooded Eagles in his heart, but he was extremely afraid and dared not leave the temple.

The King of Wisdom is going crazy in the hall, and Huang Zhao doesn't understand what he is talking about...

"Who am I! Who am I?"

"I am the Wisdom King? Yes, I am the Wisdom King, but is this true? Who is the Wisdom King?"

"No! Who are you!"

Roars echoed in the empty hall, and the broken golden statue looked down at the madness of the King of Wisdom. His face was expressionless and he seemed to be pitiful. After a sentence, even if it was smashed, there was no expression. There was only myself and an old lunatic in this hall.

Frightened and sad, my father said before he left that he would help him grow wings again, but now no one cares.

The Western religion suffered heavy losses after the defeat of Shenhua Mountain. During the Yuanying period, the Jindan period suffered more than half of the casualties, and the strength was greatly reduced. The fall of Huashan has witnessed the decline of Western religions, and it has become a laughing stock.

When I returned to the south, I found that the old nest had suffered heavy losses, countless temples were destroyed, assets were looted, and disciples died.

Many people woke up like a dream, knowing that they had overestimated the power of the sect and thought that others would not dare to move. Who knows that there are people in the world who are not afraid of Western sects, especially Nanhuang who doesn't care about the forces in the Central Plains.

After returning, the Wisdom King went crazy.

"Yu Rong! You must be lying to me! You think you can use this method to drive me crazy? You are dreaming!"

Huang Zhao wanted to say that Yu Zhenren had already succeeded, but he still did not dare to open his mouth considering his safety. Now that he lost one wing, his speed was greatly reduced, so he could not cause trouble like before.

Suddenly, Huang Zhao heard footsteps from the door!

The footsteps are very light, and I feel very polite and well-mannered, step by step...

The fire-baked scorched, pitch-black and broken curtains shook the prayer flags. Huang Zhao's eagle eyes could only see someone walking barefoot under the curtain. Just seeing a pair of feet made him feel at ease and relaxed, and his heart was no longer afraid or anxious.

After being burned by the fire, the dimly lit hall suddenly became bright, and a faint soft light filled the statue.

The old Wisdom King, whose spirit was beaten and became crazy, turned around suddenly~www.readwn.com~ stared at the figure behind the drapery, holding a Zen staff and roaring loudly.

"Who are you! This is mine! I am the King of Wisdom!"

After the roar, there was tranquility. Those feet were still walking forward, as if they were about to push aside the prayer flags and appear in front of them. Then, Huang Zhao heard the most peaceful voice in the world, full of magnetism.

"Yes, you are the King of Wisdom, but you are not the King of Wisdom. It doesn't matter if you are true or false."

The elderly Wisdom King tried his best to twist and twist to see who was behind the shaking prayer flags. Different, what I feel at the moment is only boundless fear...

"Who are you...! Come out!"

After the fire, the broken prayer flags were separated, and a young monk walked out...

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