In the 121st year of the Great Wilderness, Central Earth, Mangshan.

Mang Mountain originated in the East China Sea of ​​the Middle Earth Continent, stretching thousands of miles westward until Qinzhou was about to stop. It connects to the desert ice field in the north, blocks the fierce barbarians outside the pass, and to the prosperous place of the Central Plains in the south, and is close to the largest city of the Central Plains, "Yizhou", on the mountain. A thousand-year-old treasure temple "Qinglong Temple", is located at the throat of the world. Since ancient times, it has been a must-fight for military strategists!

Since the last battle between the righteous and the demons, the world has been peaceful for nearly a hundred years. Just like the wind of the right path is growing day by day, the incense is flourishing, and the demons seem to have evaporated from the world, disappearing without a trace. Looking at the general trend of the world, it is really like the tranquility before the storm!

On this day, the sky was gloomy, and in the evening, it started to rain. The dark clouds were low, but the rain was not heavy. The humid weather made people feel breathless.

It was already late at night, but the rain became more and more urgent. I don’t know where, a gust of wind suddenly blew. Except for the little monk who were patrolling in groups of three or three, the rest of the people were already asleep. There was silence around, except for the rumbling thunder.

On the edge of the cliff in the back mountain, a figure stood alone at the highest point of Mang Mountain, facing outside the cliff. The fields were as dark as ink, and a lightning flashed by, followed by a thunderbolt, illuminating the black shadow. It turned out to be an old monk with a solemn face. He was frowned, his eyes were full of wrinkles, his eyes were flashing, and he was staring straight outside the cliff. The monk's robe on his body was bulging with the wind, as if he was about to blow him away, but he couldn't move like a nail, staring at the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, as if waiting for something. With the glimmer of light reflected by the clouds, a black dot slowly appeared on the sea of ​​clouds. The black dot became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer. A light roar, and a circled and landed on the shoulder of the old monk. It turned out to be a mockingbird. When he saw the black dot return safely, the old monk's face calmed down.

I heard the old monk laugh, stretched out his hand to stroke his shoulder, as if he was talking to it, and said in Middle Earth language: "How is it? Have you found it?"

The mockingbird said in a voice: "Finished, found"

The old monk nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "What are he doing?"

Mockingbird said: "Chiang, steer the steering"

The old monk raised his eyebrows, his face became solemn again, and he said anxiously: "What did he figure out?"

The mockingbird seemed to be choked, as if she couldn't say anything. She quarreled twice, and flew up and flew back and forth.

The old monk slapped his forehead and remembered that it was just a chick, and he could only express it simply. It was still too difficult for him to answer questions and answer like he did just now.

The old monk reached out and swept back, and there was an extra pill in his hand, which was fragrant and refreshing. The mockingbird swooped, picked up the pill and swallowed it in one mouthful, and flew straight into the sky.

The old monk watched the mockingbird leave, his face still looked ugly, and he looked at the sea of ​​clouds again.

At this time, through the coast of the East China Sea hundreds of miles away, there was a grass temple standing alone in the wind and rain, shaking. A flash of lightning passed by, and the sky became brighter, and the grass temple was as bright as daylight for a moment. I saw a figure squatting in the corner, his body swaying slightly, and a collision sound of "clang, chlang" sound in front of me, as if shaking the color.

Another lightning bolt, he saw the dark shadow clearly, and it turned out to be another wrinkled old monk, but he was older than the one on the top of the mountain. With the lightning bolt, he could vaguely see that his clothes were ragged and his monk's robe was broken, and the exposed skin seemed to have scars. After a moment, he threw the thing in his hand to the ground, then took out the flame tongue and lit the oil lamp beside him. The faint light swayed in the air, and the things in front of him reflected, with patterns intertwined, and it was an ancient turtle shell. It was scattered beside the turtle shell

Holding three or two coins with a circle outside and square inside. The old monk poked out his right hand, plucked his index finger, and counted for a while. After a while, he raised his head, frowned, and was almost squeezed out blood. Finally, he murmured in the Middle Earth language: "The three images of Qiankun, Wuwei, are shocking, and moving! What's going on?" His voice was like a mosquito, as if he said to himself: "There are still signs of hexagrams in this world that I can't understand." At this moment, his eyes suddenly flashed in his dark light and turned to look at the horizon.

A thunder sound shook all over the fields, the sky was shining, and the wind swept the remaining clouds. A black cloud rolled in the sky, and the four fields were pitch black like ink, with a solemn meaning! The Mang Mountain in the distance was only a hazy area, and there was no one around, and only the wind and thunder were heard all over the sky, and a strong wind!

Although the wind is strong and the clouds are thick, the old monk's gaze cannot be blocked. He looked straight at the highest peak of the Mang Mountain, facing the old monk's eyes on the top of the mountain. Although no one could see anyone at this time, his eyes narrowed at the same time. The old monk's eyes became more and more sharp, and suddenly felt a chill behind him. He first withdrew his gaze and looked back quickly, but he saw a strange bird on the beam above his head, and a faint fragrance in the air. The old monk was shocked. With his cultivation, he did not realize when the bird came in. But he was familiar with this bird. After a closer look, he recognized that the bird was the pet mockingbird of his junior brother Qiu Shui. This bird is psychic, very fast, good at

It is rare to follow the bird long and look at the world. This bird is so delicious that it speaks people's words and talks with people, so it is deeply loved by Qiu Shui. The old monk suddenly saw this bird and was furious. No one would have a good face when he was monitored. He poked out his right hand, hid a needle in the cotton, pinched the orchid finger, and made a ejection. He aimed at the mockingbird. He flashed light and saw no big moves. He heard a "punching" sound, and the mockingbird fell straight to the ground, falling into a mess, and it took a while to slam the ridge. The mockingbird shouted, "Sneaking, naughty!" Then he opened the bird's beak and spit out his tongue. The old monk suddenly felt a little funny, and his anger gradually faded, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't attack, what can you do to me?"

"I can't catch up, I can't catch up."

The old monk smiled and said, "You fly, I really can't catch up with you, but I have a way to stew you."

The mockingbird rattled a few times, as if she was not in agreement, and flew around the grass temple. Seeing it surrender, the old monk put away his smile and said, "What's the matter with Qiushui?" Someone who gave it the courage to fall on the old monk's shoulder and shouted, "Senior brother, why are you willing to be an ascetic monk here?"

The old monk snorted coldly and said, "Does he really not know?" After pausing, he said, "Tell your master, you have nothing to do to do to tell fortunes. In a few days, you may not be so leisurely." Regardless of whether it understood or not, he pushed the mockingbird away and tidied the old monk's robe.

The monk from Dada watched the mockingbird sink into the darkness, then picked up the tortoise shells and coins on the ground again, hesitated, and stuffed them into his arms. Dada squatted in the corner, letting the oil lamp flash until it was extinguished, and then stood up, walked to the gate of the grass temple, and looked into the sky. At this time, the wind had not stopped, the rain had not stopped, the lightning was lightning, and the storm was raging, as if a disaster was coming!

"Clouds come from the dragon, wind comes from the tiger, the light of the great god, the war drums come from the sky." Damo murmured the last hexagram, and suddenly felt that today's weather was really strange. It was not only verified with the hexagram of "clouds come from the dragon, wind comes from the tiger". Listen carefully, there was a feeling of war drums boiling in the roar of the strong wind. Can you really see the "light of the great gods" in the sky today? Thinking about this, Damo really felt a boiling feeling in his heart.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were arranged on both sides, just like two armies confronting each other. With the lightning on the clouds, it seemed as if there were ghosts and gods on both sides in the nine heavens. Suddenly, the wind changed, and the wind turned from flat wind to rotating wind, rolling the thatch on the grass temple into the sky.

The monk's robe in the desert was fierce and would not move, and he would not hide or avoid the wind and rain, but he would let the wind sweep like roots under his feet.

No one knew Damo's anxiety at this time, and an unknown fanaticism flashed in his eyes. How could he bear to hide when he saw a strange phenomenon from the sky?

The wind changes, and the wind blows away the remaining clouds, and the dark clouds around them dissipate straight back, leaving only the starlight above the desert. In the dark depths, dazzling white light suddenly pops up in unknown places.

That's lightning? No, it's not lightning, it's the light of the great god.

The desert's eyes were wide open. No matter how strong the light was, no matter how burning and painful the eyes were, he had to see what the light of the great god was.

The blue veins on Damo's forehead bulged, his hands were clenched tightly, and his cultivation was gathering in his eyes. His eyes were glowing. Only in this way could he see clearly what was in the light. The more God refused to let him see, he insisted on seeing that he was trying to tear the fig leaf of God and let God's secret be revealed in front of others.

"Ah" Damo roared in pain, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes and pierced into the light in the sky. He saw it, and he finally saw it. God's secret is nothing more than that.

But God was angry, and two lightning bolts bombarded his eyes along his eyes. "Ah, it hurts!" Damo roared wildly, jumped into the light, and broke something. When he fell down, the light dissipated and his eyes were pitch black.

He is blind!

With a gurgle, a huge eye fell not far away and smashed into a huge mud pit on the ground. Damo reached out to touch it, and there was a word "Xu!"

God blinded the desert's eyes, and the desert recycled one of God's eyes!

It was just dawn and it was still drizzling. At the highest point behind Mangshan, Qiushui was still staring at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking. At this time, the mockingbird stopped at his shoulder and combed his wet feathers with his mouth. Qiushui naturally knew what Damo said, but he didn't understand what happened. The senior brother of the sect could give up this great power and power.

After a while, a round bell sound came. Qiu Shui suddenly woke up and reached out to touch the bird on her shoulder. But his heart was flying toward. He murmured, "Senior Brother, what do you know? Even if I, the junior brother who grew up with me, didn't tell me?"

The bird on his shoulder seemed a little surprised and looked at Qiu Shui's face, but it opened its mouth but couldn't speak. Maybe it was because it felt bored and flew to the jungle with a thunderous sound and catching insects and eating them.
Chapter completed!