The Demon-Conquering Sword in Watson's hand condensed the power of the formless magic, and cut the snow with one sword, slashing towards the black mist in the air.

"Woo!" Amidst the sound, the flying black mist let out a shrill roar. The demon-slaying sword of the enemy of all demons was slashed out. With the blessing of the Eye of Sky Fire, a "Bang!" sounded.

In an instant, dirty blood splashed in the air.

Seriously injured by the ghost flying in the air and transformed into black mist, hundreds of skeleton arms turned into sharp swords and slashed at Watson, trying to pull Watson into its world.

Watson shouted loudly, and struck another blow with the sword in his hand. The three Buddhist scriptures instantly turned into ten thousand rays of golden light, blocking the black mist in the air two feet away from Watson.

The Demon-Conquering Sword came out and chopped the oncoming skeleton's sharp sword into powder!

Another burst of "Woo!" sounded, thousands of golden lights swallowed up the black mist instantly, and the woman's singing disappeared in the wind.

After coming back to his senses, Watson fell to the ground. After taking back the demon-conquering sword, he imitated his godfather and recited the Ksitigarbha sutra.

Tianshan has been studying swordsmanship for ten years, and he has deeply imprinted the Ksitigarbha Sutra into his divine sea.

This time, it was almost the same as in the temple.

Watson, who fell to the ground, sighed softly and was satisfied with his performance just now. If Xiao Hei were here, he wouldn't laugh at himself.

Suddenly, I felt like I was back in the temple again.

He even wondered whether he was awake or in a dream within a dream.

Watson, who was in the Buddhist hall, felt as if he had returned to the temple in the back hill of his hometown, Liexi Town. The Buddhas on the altar were looking at him quietly with lowered eyebrows and bowed heads.

Watson looked up as usual and saw a golden light shining on the Buddhist altar, and the Buddha's name was chanting softly.

"Who are you?" The Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand whined softly, and Watson, who fell to the ground, asked coldly.

There is a temple on the stone wall. Tens of millions of years have passed. Just now, a monster appeared during the day and was subdued by himself and Xiao Hei. At this moment, another god and Buddha appeared...

This is definitely not a surprise to Watson.

"Buzz!" sounded, and a Bodhisattva with closed eyes on the Buddhist altar suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Watson on the ground and smiled faintly.

"The world is a big dream. What year is it today? Where do you come from, young man?"

The Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar transformed into an old man in black clothes and white beard. He had a kind face and warm eyes, but he could not hide the endless confusion in his eyes.

After saying this, the old man's eyes, like ancient wells, showed pain.

In Watson's ears, the old man's voice was calm and compassionate, as quiet as the spring breeze in March.

Watson withdrew the still trembling Demon Sword and placed it quietly behind him.

Looking at the old man on the Buddhist altar, he quietly replied: "I am Watson, from the Imperial City of the Five Regions. The emperor back then was Emperor Xia. I don't know how many years have passed since my predecessor's era."

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, but he seemed to be entangled in thousands of silk threads. His face looked sad for a while, and he was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, he murmured to himself: "I have been sleeping for thousands of years... I never expected that this place would turn into a Buddhist temple."

The old man's consciousness carefully explored the surroundings of the temple, and it was only when Watson frowned that he asked a shocking question.

"After tens of millions of years, are there still saints in this world?"

Watson was shocked because he had heard his godfather talk to Ouyang Dongli about the saint in a small town wine shop.

After thinking for a while, he looked up at the old man and replied calmly: "It seems that there are no saints anymore."

I learned from my godfather that not to mention being a saint, even the highest realm of monks in the five realms is only equivalent to the realm of divine transformation in the upper realm.

Moreover, the true energy of cultivation is not the same. Only after ascending can a whole body of true energy be transformed.

Could it be that everything before us was different tens of millions of years ago? If so, then what happened in the five realms in ancient times?

In that era when there were saints, what exactly happened here?

"I have never heard of the era when there were saints mentioned by my seniors... Even in this temple, I don't know how many years have passed. There are no roads at the foot of the mountain..."

Watson looked at him and said in a daze.

The old man sighed leisurely, opened his lips like dry earth and asked: "Is there any water?"

Watson was stunned, poured a bowl of herbal tea from the kettle, stood up and handed it to the old man who was still sitting on the Buddhist altar.

The old man took it and drank it quietly like nectar.

When the old man finished drinking the bowl, Watson turned around and poured half a bowl to him and said, "Be careful, don't rush."

The old man drank two bowls of herbal tea, and his face gradually became like the earth after the rain, with some life. He looked at Watson and sighed softly.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Young man, have you practiced Buddhist techniques? Or are you a disciple of Buddhism?"

The old man moved his body slightly, but did not intend to step down from the Buddhist altar immediately. Instead, he put down the bowl in his hand and asked softly.

The old man sensed a faint Buddhist aura in Watson's body, and even his tone of voice became kinder.

Watson thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I am not a Buddhist disciple, nor do I practice Buddhist techniques. This is a temple, so it will naturally have a Buddhist atmosphere."

The current Watson is not the Li Xiuyuan of Tianshan Mountain. He has been practicing with the blacksmith Hu Ge since he was a child, and he has been infected with the atmosphere of the world.

The old man in front of him didn't know where he came from. The master warned him repeatedly that he should only say three words to each other. He would not tell the old man his secrets.

So, I had one more thought.

The old man on the altar sighed with emotion: "I have been trapped here for tens of millions of years. I thought I would eventually disappear in these endless years. I never thought that you would push open the temple."

Watson turned around and sat quietly on the ground without replying.

But I am thinking in my heart, are you a human, a demon, a Buddha? Or a monster?

I'm also thinking, if I can't beat him, will shouting will wake up the sleeping Xiao Hei?

The old man thought for a while, then looked at Watson and asked in confusion: "With your fragile cultivation, do you dare to break into this temple? Aren't you afraid?"

Watson was startled and thought it was not my fault that I was weak!

My cultivation level is almost enough to overcome the heavenly tribulation. You don’t know the rules of this world, right?

However, he has been searching in his memory, who is this skinny old man?

The old man had been trapped in the temple for thousands of years, and after observing for a while, he made no move to attack him secretly.

Watson sat on the floor and blocked the Demon Sword behind him, still keeping a distance from the old man on the Buddhist altar.

He sighed and said leisurely: "Everyone's path of cultivation is different. Thousands of years have passed, so why should you care about me, senior?"

Actually, what he wants to say is, who are you? Why do you look like a Buddha but not a Buddha? And you are trapped in the bodies of the Buddhas on the Buddha platform?

Is it possible that you are a god and demon from thousands of years ago? That’s why you were suppressed here?

However, Watson naturally would not say these words, he had to wait for the old man to speak himself.

The old man was stunned. He didn't expect Watson to reply to him like this.

For a moment, I couldn't help but murmured: "It seems that as time goes by, the saints of the year have moved away from this world, which makes your cultivation weaker and weaker. This is not yours."

Watson, no saint, naturally understood. He thought for a while and said quietly: "Senior, please clarify this."

The old man was silent for a moment and said leisurely: "Back then, the gods and demons fought against Pangu and entered Nirvana. After that, the Yuanshen transformed into the Three Pure Ones. They were the Moral Heavenly Lord, the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord, and the Lingbao Heavenly Lord..."

"Did the saint also disappear in that battle?"

Watson answered, but his heart was shocked because even his godfather Li Xiuyuan had never told him what the old man said.

Perhaps in Li Xiuyuan's view, the wars between gods and demons that occurred in ancient times had little to do with the monks in the Five Realms.

Even if Brother Minghui one day completes the way of heaven in this world, it has nothing to do with the ancient times.

So not only did he not tell Watson, but neither did Ming Hui or Master Qingxu.

Perhaps in Li Xiuyuan's view, those were just some of his personal secrets, and there was no need to share them with his friends.

That's why Watson was shocked after hearing what the old man said.

Because what the old man said was not recorded even in the books in the school.

This is a story like a fairy tale, and in front of you is a mythical old man.

Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but say another sentence: "It seems that many years have indeed passed."

"That was all a long time ago... The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones were both transformed by Pangu... So what if we were saints in the thousands of years that followed? When saints faced off against gods and demons,

It is inevitable that there will be friction and fighting..."

The old man sighed and said quietly: "Unexpectedly, they have all disappeared in the long river of time."

"It turns out that the story in the myth is true. What happened next?"

Watson tried his best to calm down a little, and looked at the old man and continued to ask. These words were the truths that his godfather on Tianshan Mountain had never told him.

It seems that next time I go to Tianshan, I will have a good chat with my godfather for three days and three nights.

Not only to find out what happened, but also to at least find out what happened in ancient times?

It's just that Watson doesn't know it at the moment. Even Li Xiuyuan only knows some secrets of the ancient world. Even the past in the Five Realms, he doesn't know.

Because the previous husband never told him, and the old Taoist priest who was his master never told him.

Seeing that the old man didn't reply, Watson couldn't help but continue to ask: "Senior, who are you? Why are you still alive when everyone in the temple is dead?"

The old man was stunned, looked at her and smiled lightly: "Because I have a reason and capital to survive."
To be continued...