Kuzhu is a monk, a very handsome but strange monk.

How strange it is? Three years ago, a girl from the Tang Dynasty accidentally passed by and helped him with a little help, but he did not bother to be hard or tired, and escorted the girl home from thousands of miles away.

People say that this monk is obsessed with other girls and wants to return to secular life.

After hearing this, the girl was also overjoyed. She really thought that this handsome Kuzhu had fallen in love with her and wanted to return to secular life for her.

Otherwise, who would have sent himself thousands of miles away because of a bowl of tea?

However, he returned to the empty gate in the girl's unbelievable and surprised eyes.

Even though the girl came back to find him later, she still brought a monk with martial arts and Dharma figures to come.

He still said that he was devoted to Buddha.

Since then, people have known that at the junction of Buddha Land and the Tang Dynasty, there was a strange monk.

It was also from that time that every time he and his junior brother went down the mountain to buy things, people would subconsciously pay attention to him.

People found that this monk was really strange. He always kept a smile on his face. Even if others saw it with sarcastic eyes, he never swears. Even if someone deliberately insulted him, he did things in a regular manner, did what he should do perfectly, and never touched what he should not do.

However, no one thinks he is weak and can be bullied. Once, a half-step demon suddenly appeared, endangering the local people and the people were living in poverty.

I saw him stepping on the moon, still smiling unchanged for thousands of years, but with a palm pressed, the demon instantly disappeared.

The people worshiped him, but he did not have the slightest enjoyment that a young man should have, but turned around and left immediately.

I still carry water, eat, recite scriptures, meditate, sleep, tell stories to my junior brother every day, and live a constant life.

He is obviously just a young monk, but he is so old-fashioned.

It makes people feel that this monk lives in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, which is a completely different world from himself.

However, half a month ago, the monk went down the mountain.

Some people say that he is still in a state of mortality and is going to find the woman of the Tang Dynasty.

Some people say that he has lacked practice and has gone down the mountain to experience it.

Some people also said that he had violated the precepts and was driven down the mountain gate.

Now, in a distant place, Kuzhu slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, he was very hurt. His internal organs, limbs and meridians were all greatly damaged. The sensation of severe pain spread throughout his body and finally hit his brain.

"I didn't expect that the bull demon would have such a way to hurt the enemy."

In fact, not every monk has this method of self-destruction. It depends on his understanding and application of various mysterious ideas between heaven and earth. Some monks have not comprehended the "laws" about explosions, but have comprehended other things. Even if they self-destruct, they will not cause much damage.

Moreover, in most cases, the human body is not the best explosive material. There are countless objects in the world. Some things seem to be unpretentious, but if used properly, they will emit huge power.

However, this Tongxuan Bull Demon was proficient in this area of ​​"laws", which Kuzhu did not expect.

Kuzhu slowly climbed up from the ground, and finally looked at the slowly moving formation around her body, and felt a soft true energy in her body warming herself, thinking: "It seems that I was saved by someone, and I am also a disciple of the Taoist sect."

His vision is not low, so he naturally saw that the true energy in his body and the formation to protect himself were means by Taoist sects.

"Amitabha, the grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water, not to mention saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Since you have been saved by you, I will definitely repay you."

Kuzhu folded his hands together, and the Buddha's light surged on his body, and an inmeasurable artistic conception burst out. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, centered on him, frantically entered his body. He saw that his originally scarred body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is supernatural power, and wisdom is produced by concentration. In Taoism, it is equivalent to understanding the mysterious laws of heaven and earth. It is a state that can manifest the boundless wisdom of knowledge and wisdom. It is incredible to ordinary people, as if there is divine help.

Therefore, in the Middle Ages, monks who could reach this level must at least be the Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"I am merciful!"

Kuzhu recited the Buddha's name lightly, and the sound of Sanskrit echoing between heaven and earth. Looking at Kuzhu again, his body emitted a crystal light, and his flesh and blood began to become clear, as beautiful as glass.

There is a saying in Buddhism that Vajra Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed

And the practice of Juzhu is the Vajra Glazed Method.

"But the Taoist sect is too big and there are many disciples. Finding someone with this half of the true energy is like finding a needle in a haystack... But how can you fear suffering when practicing my Buddhism?"

A pure white true essence was wrapped around the fingertips of Kuzhu. It was left by the person who saved him to repair Kuzhu's body. However, after Kuzhu woke up, he did not refine it, but stayed.

He wants to rely on this true energy to find that

people.

As soon as he shook his figure, Kuzhu changed into a new set of clothes, and the style was still the white monk's robe.

Then, step out and disappear.

...

In a valley thousands of miles away from the border city, a young man in black held a sword in his hand and also carried a sword on his back. He stepped in the middle. The young man had a sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, and a sword intent on his body was extremely sharp, as if he wanted to kill all enemies in the world.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the valley and the boy stopped.

Song!

A sword roar also erupted, and a sound came from the valley.

The boy lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand.

"Zhunting your heart, you are trembling...is it him?"

The young man asked about the sword, but actually asked about his heart.

"Hahaha, okay, a few days ago, you broke my sword's heart, and now I will break it and then stand it. The sword's heart is recast, and I will definitely get a remark."

The boy suddenly laughed to the sky, his heart-wrenching laughter, his voice trembling at the sky, and his laughter was echoing throughout the valley.

Then, the young man sat cross-legged in the air, put his heart between his legs, closed his eyes and rested, adjusted his state, and quietly waited for the Taoist priest to arrive.

I heard that you are a disciple of Chunyang, so today we have to see if this Ye family’s sword is powerful or Chunyang’s magic is better.

As time passed, the young man restrained his sword intent without revealing a trace of it, but his mind spread out, taking every move of the entire valley into his heart, as if he was watching the fire.

Sword cultivation is sincere in the heart, sincerity is sincere in the sword.

If there is a grudge in your heart, it will end with a sword.

"I have been waiting for this duel for a long time, don't let me down." The boy in black murmured to himself.

But in the end, he was disappointed.

The one who came...is not a Taoist priest.

But a monk.

A handsome monk in white.

"Amitabha, this donor, can you give in?"
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