The sudden shout and the broken glass scratches were just flashing in the majestic Buddha land here, leaving no trace. The endless chanting of scriptures was still like the sea tide and wave after wave. The Buddha light shining all was still gathered on Xiao Xia's body, almost melting his body directly with light. The expression of the old monk Huiguang was still solemn and full of compassion, as if nothing had happened just now.

But Zhang Yuanling was sure that something had happened just now. He stood up and looked around, and a little bit of emotion finally appeared on his gloomy face.

He did not disappoint him. Another scar appeared out of thin air in the glaze world, and then he shouted: "What a bald donkey! Is it a turtle to rely on magic weapons to hide in it? How hard is Shakyamuni's life? He begged for food and dishes and did his own thing, and tried his best to persuade people to practice Taoism and be cut into several sections with a knife. As a result, the ashes that he had finally left were vacate by you disciples and disciples to show off their power and make trouble. If he had known that your disciples and disciples had such virtues, he would probably not have been able to wait for the death of the Sala trees, so he jumped into the sea without leaving any relics for you to pretend to be a tiger. If he ended up in his later years, he would be really embarrassed!"

Zhang Yuanling couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face. Although the words just don't have any practical effect, being able to send words here is already a very difficult thing. And he believes that this person will never just send these few words.

Not only Zhang Yuanling heard it clearly, but even Shifang, who had been chanting the scriptures together, opened his eyes and looked at the broken glass scar with a strange expression.

The old monk Huiguang still seemed to have not heard it, and the scar of the broken glass was quickly calmed down. But almost at the same time, another scar was cut out. The scolding that came in this time was even more vicious.

"As for the hard work of teaching Dharma and teaching karma for a lifetime, the last thing that was left was such disdain for disciples to deceive the world and steal reputation. Then Shakyamuni was really bored. He dared to say that when he was born, he called ghosts and was the only one in the world. If the old Taoist had seen him go straight up and killed the dog with a stick, he would have a pure ear!"

"Amitabha." The old monk Huiguang finally spoke. When he spoke, the solemn Dharma image of the treasured appearance faded and changed back to his original appearance. "If you can cut open this glazed Buddha land with your own will, the donor should be a master of the world. Why is he so uttering without hesitation?"

This sound was like a morning bell. It seemed like thousands of thunders shaking the void, rolling straight towards the crack. But after a breath, the sound of scolding sounded again. There was no sign of restraint: "Hmph, are you willing to make a sound? Still so loud, who should I scare you? I said I am not your business? I said that Shakyamuni Pigs and Dogs are not as good as pigs and Dogs. He is really not as good as pigs and Dogs? Even if he is really not as good as pigs and Dogs, what does it have to do with you? What is the form of no self and no one? Your self-attachment is so heavy, and you still easily violate the precept of anger. Have you recited the Buddhist scriptures for your whole life into the dog's belly?"

The old monk Huiguang's face had just become angry and was about to open his mouth, but suddenly hesitated and dazed. In the void of the glaze world, the scar that was about to close stopped, and even had a slight spread on the edge.

"The old Taoist is the most unfamiliar with you bald donkeys who are cheating! You have cultivated such a big temple. You are engaged in a relationship with the royal government all day long. You are thinking about being fond of fame and fortune, and you have the face to say that the four elements are empty?" The sound coming through the crack was getting louder and louder and more proud. "Although you have a shallow cultivation and short-sighted knowledge, you open your mouth and say that Amitabha Buddha, I, Tathagata, are like borrowing their name. It is obvious that you want to do so, but you have to rely on the body of Buddhism, as strong as this relic pagoda.

With the power of Sakyamuni and bald donkeys of all ages, I really don't know how to say it is to the extreme! Isn't this just talking about nothing, walking around, and still thinking that he is self-satisfied? What's the difference between it and the madman who practices the ghost mantra in the Demon Sect? Relying on some supernatural powers, he peeks at the opportunity of cause and effect, and attempts to interfere in the cycle of the heavenly way. This kind of skill is more than a thousand times better than a worldly thief? This is really a big thief! He commits such a big lie and big thief and pretends to save others? Wash the shit in his crotch first!"

The old monk Huiguang had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard it at all. The sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures in the glaze world was still like a sea and a wave, but the crack in the void could no longer be merged, but instead began to expand, and the surrounding glaze color was also dissipating.

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At some point, the surging waves like the tide of the angry sea had become inaccurate, and the sound of chanting that filled the world was no longer heard. With Xiao Xia's description, the cloud pattern that could not be described in words was gradually becoming clear, gradually becoming close to her eyes, as if within reach.

As the cloud pattern approached, as the cloud pattern became clear, many things gradually emerged in front of him and flew past one by one. Sitting against Nangong Tong in Nangong's house, talking with several wild Taoists in Shenji Hall, and developing talismans with several wild Taoists, and finding the dying stone Taoist in the puppet mansion controlled by the ghost curse... In the Tianhuo Mountain, Tang Gongzheng and Jin Zhiyang died together, and saw the general and Yuan Shunyi appear to refine the halberd, talking, and helping Tang Qingxiao lurking escort agency to defeat the bandits together...

The Luoshui Gang was hired by the Luoshui Gang in Qingzhou. He followed a group of masters to track the skinned murderer. He was killed by a mysterious girl in white in the black wood forest, and only a few people were left. He used a talisman bought with a large amount of money to turn defeat into victory, but then he plotted against each other in the lost deep forest... In a brothel in Yangzhou, he met a hero from the famous family who killed the wrong person and a strong underworld who wanted to avenge his brothers. Fortunately, he was finally able to escape with the unscrupulous hero... In the Liuzi Camp in Yongzhou, he was in harmony with Wuhu Lake.

The death row prisoners in the world of Jiuzhou are carrying out the most dangerous and deadly mission in the world, and also witness the most unusual scenery and human nature in the world... In Jizhou, he followed a group of horse thieves and galloped on the grasslands... in Qingzhou, breaking up with his master... in Jingzhou, met Tang Qingxiao, and sneaked into the Tianhuo Sect branch to steal the Zhuque Spirit Fire... wandered around with his master, catching ghosts and demons, selling talismans for a living. Of course, it is indispensable that he would occasionally be chased by evil ghosts, monsters, and constables.

I was in a mess and fled around... After saving enough money with my master, I went to the branch of the Five Elements Sect in various places to learn magic, and bargained with those Taoists of the Five Elements Sect, and exchanged experiences on Taoist talismans with fellow students. I learned to draw talismans with my master, and drew talismans for the first time, and used talismans for the first time... I followed my master's butt to help with talismans with realgar and black blood. The master held hands and stumbled on the muddy path in the countryside. The master was carrying it on his back and asked for porridge and milk along the village...

A hungry area was everywhere, next to the deserted rural path, the master grinded half of the steamed bun with water into a paste and fed it to his dying mouth. Then he held himself in his hand and murmured against the dazzling sun: "Boy, from now on, you will be alone without any worries. You can only wander around the world with the old Taoist I. Maybe I will leave you at any time... I just hope that the sky will not cover your eyes from now on. The earth cannot bury your heart, and you can walk the way you want."

Only the last point was there. Xiao Xia's hand had touched the cloud pattern. It was nothingness, and it seemed that there was no real existence. But he knew that only the last point was needed now, he could completely depict the cloud pattern. But he stopped at the closest place to the last and most approaching place, and he could not draw it anymore. The closest point, the last point, was also the most empty, but seemed to have brewed infinite mystery, which made him dare not click.

He looked at his hand. There was nothing there. Although it might be that the void would be blooming and everything would be one, he just couldn't. This empty nothingness made him feel a little scared, and he always felt that he should grasp something.

By the way, what is there? He suddenly remembered and shook his hand hard. The gentleness, delicateness and tranquility that came from came really existed. What should be there... What should be... The endless ocean around him quickly dissipated. He was pulled by the touch in his hand and fell into the deeper and deeper abyss and seemed to gradually fly to the sky...

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The scar has become bigger and bigger, and it is increasingly impossible to ignore. It gradually evolves from an ugly scar to break the perfect glazed world. The blue sky outside, the village that was razed to the ground, and the figures of two old men are vaguely visible.

"Namo Amitabha!" The eyes of the old monk Huiguang suddenly burst out with unparalleled golden light. All the Buddhist scriptures flowing in the infinite void began to rush towards the other side together, and they wanted to eliminate and smooth the scar with all their strength.

But at this moment, Xiao Xia, who was floating, suddenly moved, and the cloud pattern that had been floating on his body, or overlapping with his existence, finally disappeared.

Xiaoxia actually kept her eyes wide open, but only at this time could everyone clearly feel his eyes flowing through him. In this glaze world, only his presence can transcend the Buddha light and glaze around like the old monk Huiguang. His awakening not only made others feel something immediately, but even the glaze world immediately turbulent. The first thing that was bearing the brunt was that the four things that were slowly moving around him stopped rotating.

Shock and shock finally appeared on the face of the old monk Huiguang, but before he could react, he saw the earth spirit master who had been quietly circling around Xiao Xia with the umbrella, sword, and armor, suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out that he did not lose his sense of autonomy, but just hid all this and waited quietly there.

Without thinking about doing anything to Xiao Xia, who was so close to him, the earth spirit master turned into a stream of light to wrap the set of armor that was apart from the real and virtual. The mysterious and wonderful umbrella was wrapped in it and rushed towards the expanding crack. In just one tenth of the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to the edge of the huge crack, and the world outside was already vaguely visible.

"Namo Amitabha..." The old monk Huiguang sighed. The Buddha Light scripture that was about to flow towards the crack slightly turned around and surrounded the figure of the earth spirit master.

The earth spirit master's body was clearly at an extremely fast speed, and it was difficult for the naked eye to capture it. But just as the old monk Huiguang sighed, the crack that was within reach of his eyes seemed to be far away in the sky, and it was difficult to touch no matter how he flew away. Then the Buddhist scriptures like sea tides surged up and completely submerged him.

And just as he sighed, Xiao Xia had already landed on the ground and stood firmly. At the same time, he pulled Mingyue into his arms and walked towards the crack. His movements were not fast, just like his usual behavior, without even a trace of panic. However, whether it was the Buddha's light in the sky or the scriptures that were overwhelming, it seemed like an illusion to him. Even the small pagoda that had been floating above his head and resonated with the surrounding glass world could not have any effect on him. He hugged Mingyue and walked to the crack that had expanded like a broad road, and walked out.

A sound seemed to be like the world shattered, or it seemed to be a silent sound of shattering. The endless glazed world collapsed, and then all the scenes of collapse quickly shrank towards the small relic tower. In just a blink of an eye, the world returned to its original appearance. The Buddha light that filled the sky and the chanting of the sutras that filled the world seemed like a dream, leaving no trace.

With a clang, a pitch-black sword fell to the ground. It was the sword transformed from the big sword left by Tang Gongzheng in the glazed world just now. This sound also woke Tang Qing, who was a little stunned, and he flew over and held the strange and familiar sword in his hand. The expression on his face changed, a little dazed and a little at a loss.

The small relic tower had flew back to the hands of the old monk Huiguang. The old monk Huiguang fell to the ground, and his thin body gradually became transparent like an illusion. Dots of white Buddha light were floating from the depths of his body and throwing towards the relic tower in his palm. He seemed to have not noticed it, but just looked at the hollow sockets that had been sinking deep and without eyes to the two old men not far away.

These are two old men over 60 years old, one with one arm and the other wearing a tattered Taoist robe. The one-armed old man half-kneeled on the ground and panted as if he was as bright as gold paper. The old man in Taoist robe looked at the old monk Huiguang with a mocking and strange smile.

"Master!" Xiao Xia looked at the old Taoist in disbelief and joy.

"Boy, why are you?" The old Taoist looked at Xiao Xia with a smile, then looked at Mingyue in his arms, and the smile on his face became even more intense. "Where are you going to find such a beautiful girl, you guys are so lucky."

"That Taoist priest over there, I am thankful for your advice." The old monk Huiguang said in a hoarse voice.

"You're welcome." The old Taoist smiled unintentionally. "That's also the old monk, you still have wisdom, and you can still understand my advice."

"It's just that the Taoist priest has cut off the cause of today. Do you know that the fruit of today will definitely be borne in the future?" Old monk Huiguang's figure became increasingly faded, as if it was about to dissipate. However, he didn't care at all, just looked at the Taoist and asked.

"A joke. If cause and effect can be broken, is it still called cause and effect?" The old Taoist hummed with disdain. "Our cultivation is short and his vision is not open, so it is best not to ask too much. There are many masters here, and they are heard by others to use them as a joke."

"Amitabha, good, good, good. Thank you for your advice." The old monk Huiguang clasped his hands together, and the relic tower slowly floated from his palms. He was left with only the last extremely faint shadow. "I am about to pass away, how dare you ask the Taoist master's name?"

"I'm just because you have good wisdom and do whatever you want, so you don't have to be polite." The old man smiled proudly. He pointed to the old man who knelt on one knee next to him, panting, and seemed to be extremely tired. "As for this person, don't look at his old age and his desolate appearance, and he thought he was an unknown man and ignored him. He was the old man Xu Zhengzhou, the Diancang Sect. He used his sword intent to break your Vajra Pheasant Tibet and took you with the Zen Sound Divine Thunder. You must know it."

The last little light was thrown into the Relic Tower. Before the old monk Huiguang could say anything, his figure had completely disappeared. The Relic Tower slowly floated to the ten directions not far away, and the Ten Directions stretched out their palms to catch it, and their faces were already full of tears. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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