Zhu Xian

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In Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, the clouds in the sky, whether white or dark, have never been as close to the ground as the black clouds tonight, and the thunder has never been so deafening. Lightning has never been so dazzling, almost making it difficult for him to look directly.

It seemed as if the sky was about to collapse.

He stood there blankly, watching the man in black and the old monk in the grass temple glaring at each other and making gestures.

Suddenly, an explosion of thunder rang out, and his ears rang. He saw a dazzling bolt of lightning appear in the sky, and it entered the earth and landed on the sword of the man in black.

In a moment, the clothes of the man in black bulged high, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst. At this time, the inside of this grass temple, under the strong illumination of electric light, was like day.

The lightning that bloomed on the tip of the sword at night was so beautiful that Zhang Xiaofan held his breath, and in Puzhi's eyes, there was a strange frenzy again.

"Is this the mighty power of the true Taoist method?"

Hearing the man in black shout loudly, he used his left sword technique to lead his wrist with all his strength, and thunder rang, and the electric light on the sword shot towards Puzhi. Along the way, the grass, wood and masonry all shook and flew, and only the middle road left a deep blazing mark.

Puzhilian took three steps back, removed his handprint, put his palms together, his face was solemn, his whole body emitted a faint golden light, and he said in a low voice: "My Buddha is merciful!"

With a "pop" sound, I saw that the only seven jasper rosary beads left in front of him were all broken, and three feet in front of him turned into a huge word "Buddha", which was dazzling with golden light and could not be seen.

The next moment, the electric light collided with the word Buddha.

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt his heart beating suddenly, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards in an instant. His hands and feet were soft and he couldn't breathe. He only felt that at that moment, the wind stopped, the thunder stopped, and the whole world stopped.

Then, he couldn't help but fly back, and before he could even feel afraid, he saw a white and golden light, which was incomparably gorgeous, far better than the sun in the sky. The whole grassy temple was torn apart, with the two people as the center, flying out in all directions, including the sky.

His heart was empty, and he only felt the fierce wind constantly passing by his ears.

He felt afraid and subconsciously wanted to curl up, but he was powerless and had to let himself float to an unknown place.

In his mind, a thought came up: Am I going to die?

Intense fear suddenly hit his heart, and he was in cold sweat and trembling slightly.

When death is in front of us, how should we face it?

He passed out and was unconscious.

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With Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu under his ribs, he arrived at a slightly clean place and gently put the two children down. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, almost like he was about to c***k open.

He looked at his chest and saw that through the stinky monk's clothes, he could vaguely see that a black gas had gradually closed in on his chest, leaving only a small place in his heart, which was not invaded.

He gave a wry smile and reached out to grope in his arms. His hands were shaking violently, and after a while, he slowly took out a red pill, about the size of a finger, and it was flat.

Puzhi sighed and said in a low voice, "Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor was right. I still have to take his three-day death pill."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and swallowed the pill.

Then, he looked up at the distant mountains.

Rain finally fell in the sky.

Qingyun Mountain stands in the wind and rain, hazy and mysterious.

"Taoist magic is really amazing, it can actually use the divine power of the heavens. If we confirm each other with my Buddhist family and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, we will definitely be able to participate in the mystery of immortality. It's a pity that the practice of Dao Xuan is far better than mine, but in the end, like my three senior brothers, I can't let go of my family's views and status. Alas!"

Puzhi let out a long sigh, retracted his gaze, and landed on the two children. At this time, the rain was getting heavier, soaking their heads and faces. The grass temple had been torn apart in the fighting method just now, and there was nothing nearby to completely block the wind and rain.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but worry about these two children. He had just forced his true essence to use the magic of Tianyin Temple's "Dafa Prajna" and the power of the Buddha's supreme treasure "Jade Rosary" to produce a powerful demonic force. Only then did he block the evil man's incomparably powerful "Divine Sword Thunder Control True Art", and he was severely injured, causing him to flee in shock. But his body was seriously injured, and he was hit by the Taoist magic again, and the oil was exhausted, and even the last glimmer of life was lost. At present, he is only surviving on the magic medicine "Three Days of Dying Pill" given by the ghost doctor, prolonging his life for three days.

"Although the demon man was seriously injured, he was not hurt at all. After I leave, he will return to kill and silence. At that time, not only these two children, but also the lives of the whole village will be in danger. How is this good?"

His general mind was in chaos, and his cultivation was extremely high. However, when he knew that he was going to die, his mind was a little confused first. Secondly, he was worried about the lives of innocent people.

But there was one thing he regretted the most in his heart, which was that his great wish for life could not be fulfilled. As the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple, he was respected by the world, and his honor was extremely high, but for him, the more important thing was to solve the mystery of life and death and unravel the knot of immortality. However, as early as fifty years ago, he had already realized that no matter how diligently he practiced Buddhism, he could only enhance his skills and practice, but not solve the mystery of life and death.

He pondered hard, and after decades, he really thought of an unprecedented solution. Today, the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism, and Devil are the most prosperous, and the attainments of magic are the highest and deepest. The reputation of the Devil Sect is bad, and the evil arts are cruel and unethical, and people will not take them; while the Taoist magic skills are profound and wonderful, and they are good at the battlefield with the Buddhist sect. If they can study together, they will definitely be able to break through the deadlock.

It was just that he had never expected that the three senior brothers, who had always been open-minded, would object in unison, thinking that they were heresy and whimsical, and instead they would not stop advising them. He was unwilling, so he visited the famous Taoist family several times, and he went to Qingyun Mountain several times alone, but all of them declined.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, quite self-deprecating, and thought to himself: I only have three days to live, but I still think about immortality, isn't it mediocre?

It's just that although he opened his heart, when he saw the two children lying on the ground, he couldn't let go. He couldn't think of any good plan for a while. He looked left and right and saw a pine tree in the distance.

Finally, he walked under the tree and carefully put down the two of them. Puzhi was already exhausted and sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, gasping for breath.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, take all things as a dog!

This famous Taoist saying was a bit mournful and angry, and it was slowly read out from Puzhi's mouth.

The sky is like ink, covering the earth. Boundless dark clouds top, rain falls from the sky, thin and dense, cold wind blows, bit by bit, hitting the face, cold to the heart.

He looked up at the sky, and after a while, he slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the two children in front of him, and whispered, "The two little benefactors, I have the heart to save each other, but I have the helplessness to be powerless. The matter was originally started by me, but instead it hurt the two of you, what a sin! Alas, if the two of you were disciples of Qingyun Mountain, among the people on that Qingyun Mountain, I am afraid that you are still safer, but now..."

Suddenly, Puzhi trembled and murmured, "Qingyun disciple, Qingyun disciple..." His mind turned sharply, as if he had caught something, but he was about to lose it in the blink of an eye. In a moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Then, for some unknown reason, the inexplicable frenzy appeared again in his eyes.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, but there was a hint of madness in his laughter!

"Wonderful, wonderful! Although my life is not long, if I teach one person the Buddhist divine arts, and then let him go under the Qingyun Sect to practice Taoist magic, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone? Not only can I save their lives, but I can also fulfill my wish!"

"The two Buddhist and Taoist families have been separated since ancient times, and old age and death do not communicate with each other. Qingyun Sect never imagined that a young boy, who has lived under Qingyun Mountain since childhood, would be pregnant with the Buddhist Dafa. As long as someone is a student of both families, they will definitely be able to break through the mystery of immortality for thousands of years. Hehe, if so, what is my regret in dying?"

His cheeks were red and his eyes were bloodshot. He subconsciously saw Lin Jingyu's body and stretched out his hand. But halfway through, he stopped and thought in his heart: This matter is of great importance.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and his eyes fell on Zhang Xiaofan, remembering his stubbornness when he was dying during the day, he nodded and said, "The qualifications are poor, and it doesn't matter. In the future, it depends on your own good fortune."

After saying that, without hesitation, he reached out and patted Zhang Xiaofan a few times, using the remaining Buddha power to wake him up.

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Zhang Xiaofan woke up leisurely, his eyes blurred, and his ears buzzed. After a while, he returned to normal, and when he saw what was in front of him clearly, he was startled, and his mouth was too wide to close.

He saw the old monk sitting in front of him with scars all over his body. His left body looked like it had been burned by something, charred and ugly, and his face was heavy with black air and dead air. But for some reason, the old monk looked excited and smiled. In addition, he also saw his playmate Lin Jingyu lying on the side, unconscious.

"You, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a while before asking.

Puzhi did not answer, looked at him carefully, and asked: "Little Patron, this is windy and rainy, you are a child's home, why did you come to this remote place?"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment and said, "I saw you standing in the temple in the evening. Later, I saw that it was going to rain, and it was very shabby here. I thought it would be very cold, so I brought you some food."

The corners of Puzhi's mouth moved, and he said together: "Good, good. All things are fate, and fate is predestined. My Buddha is merciful."

Zhang Xiaofanqi said, "What did you say?"

Puzhi smiled and said, "The old man is saying that the little benefactor has a fate with me. In this case, the old man has a set of cultivation methods, is the little benefactor willing to learn it?"

Zhang Xiaofan said, "What is a Dharma Sect?"

Puzhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, stretched out his thin palm, touched his little head, and said, "It's not anything, it's just to teach you some breathing and vomiting methods. After you learn it, promise me a few things, okay?"

Zhang Xiaofan seemed to understand, but he still said, "Tell me."

Puzhi said: "You will never tell others about this, even if it is a close relative, can't you do it?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said, "Got it, I won't say it even if I die."

Puzhi was shocked in his heart. Seeing that he was so young, his face was actually stoic, and the rain in the sky was like a knife, like a sword, like frost, wet his little face, and he was a little haggard.

Puzhi suddenly took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and stopped looking at him, but continued: "In addition, you must practice this method once a day, but you can't practice it in front of people, you can only do it in the dead of night. Finally, until the moment of life and death, you must not perform this technique, otherwise there will be a big disaster."

Having said that, he opened his eyes again, stared at Zhang Xiaofan, and said, "Can you do it?"

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, tilted his head, scratched his head again, and looked confused, but finally nodded heavily.

Puzhi smiled slightly, and without saying more, he began to pass on his set of formulas.

This set of formulas said that it was not long, only about a thousand words, but it was dry and difficult. Zhang Xiaofan used all his heart and effort for three hours before memorizing them all.

Puzhi waited for him to memorize it completely, and this time he breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was extremely tired. He looked at Zhang Xiaofan, and he couldn't help but have a loving look in his eyes, and said, "I have never practiced in my life, and I have never thought of accepting disciples. I didn't expect that when I was about to die, I had the fate of a master and apprentice with you. Speaking of which, you should know my name too." He paused for a moment and said, "My name is Puzhi, and I am a monk of Tianyin Temple. Uh, child, do you know Tianyin Temple?"

Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment and shook his head.

Puzhi was dumbfounded and said, "What a child." Then he remembered something, reached out to his arms and fumbled for a deep purple bead, looked at it carefully for a few times, handed it to Zhang Xiaofan, and said, "You put this bead away well, and you can't let outsiders see it. When you settle down in the future, you can find a deep valley cliff and throw it down, that's it. Also, you must never mention the name I just told you to outsiders."

Zhang Xiaofan took the bead and said, "Got it."

Puzhi touched his head and said, "You and I have such a fate, and I don't know if we will meet in the next life? Child, just kneel down and kowtow to me three times and call me master!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Puzhi, but saw that he had put away his smile and his face was solemn. He nodded and called out, "Master." He knelt down on the ground and knocked three times on the head.

Zhang Xiaofan was about to raise his head to look at him, but suddenly felt his back being slapped. At that moment, his eyes turned black, and he was unconscious again.