The immortals and Bodhisattvas in the sky are intrigue and intrigue, but the golden Buddha on the ground is hard to walk!

He already knew the fate of his disciples, one died, one killed, one killed and one killed!

He didn't complain, this was originally the responsibility of mortals. His disciples had proved their choice with their lives. Now they escaped from one death and had a great luck in obtaining the scriptures. They were the only ones.

The only thing he was worried about was his physical strength. His physical functions were damaged by the age of 180. Even if Moji Mountain was very close or even if it was just a hill, he might not be able to walk over safely.

When there are disciples, these are not important. Only when you are alone can you realize the importance of the team; he must continue, because this is not only his own wish, but also his wish! The disciples will never disappoint them by using death, injury, and escape.

To this end, he must allocate his physical strength reasonably and cannot overdraw his physical strength because he is too aggressive. Rest is very important. He has been away for fifty years and cannot fail in these last ten days.

He guessed he could hold on for half an hour, but he had to walk more slowly... Then, he felt a firm hand holding his left arm,

"Go slowly, don't worry, we have time!"

The person who spoke was a woodcutter, who had a broken sword on his back, had an ordinary appearance, his face full of thought, and his eyes were particularly bright.

At this point, the Jindao Buddha was too lazy to tell whether he was an immortal or a mortal, whether he believed in Buddhism or worshipped Taoism? It didn't matter to him anymore. He just followed his own path and did his own thing. The Taoist tradition of the Yanzhe was not only the wish of his disciple, but also his wish. This was the vision of a wanderer who had been wandering outside for more than ten years and had been traveling for fifty years in his youth.

The choice of this path comes from the eldest disciple, but it is the choice made by his heart, not because of other things, even the friendship that has been with him for fifty years.

Both of them were very silent, and the language seemed weak here, so it was better to just silence.

Without taking ten steps, he held his right arm with one hand. It was an old monk, very old, with wrinkles on his face, but his arms were very powerful. Although Jindao Buddha did not recognize him, he could feel that this monk must be one of the group of Bodhisattvas flying in the sky.

The man from Fanjingshan felt his doubts and smiled and said, "It's a good choice! It must be admitted that for the current mortal world, there are better plowshares, good water wheels, and good stone mills, but it is more practical than those messy Taoist sects and unknown Buddhist scriptures!"

Whether it is a Taoist or a monk, they are all people who know the best of the world, the universe, the realm, and the micro and macro. Each of them is a master of extensive books. They have unique insights and super memory. How could they not know what the current choice represents?

It is just a kind of obstacle to knowledge and view, because it is limited to the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, and it loses something more precious; but this obstacle is a layer of window paper, which will liberate a large number of people as long as someone breaks it.

Therefore, when Jixia Gu, the sword of humanity, helped up the arm of Jindao Buddha, the meaning of this is self-evident. What restricts them is just a level of face.

The man of Fanjingshan is worthy of being a great monk. Right is right, wrong is wrong. As a Buddhist leader in Inner Cialis, he does not regret his past mistakes at all, because the truth always requires a pig to sacrifice! He will not disobey his wishes because of the so-called face.

When he helped up the other arm of Jindao Buddha, the separation that was crossed in front of the monks and Taoists quietly collapsed. He only regretted that Jindao Buddha was not a thousand hands and feet, so that everyone could get a piece of the pie and help the top leader!

Therefore, some people paved the roads and built bridges in front, and some people arranged logistics at the back to deliver tea and water, because it was not just a mortal, Jindao Buddha, but hundreds of monks and Taoists followed behind. For the first time in their lives, they received the services of those gods who were originally noble. From the beginning, they became calm and composed.

It seems that this is the normal way of getting along between immortals and mortals.

There are also those who are unique and do not participate in such shows, such as Chang Gengxing, the sword cultivator who speaks sharply in the clouds in the west. He and Jixiake are both top sword cultivators, but their personalities and tempers are completely opposite.

Chang Gengxing's words are high-profile, sharp and straightforward, but he is really low-key and tolerant in his work and does not show off his appearance; while Jixiake is taciturn and silent, but he is unique in his work and is unique.

There were three Taoist Quanzhen who did not come down to join in the lively show. They were all masters who took the second step, inheriting the usual noble and noble songs of Taoist monks and being self-admired. If no one went to help this mortal, someone among them would definitely go down and reach out, but since someone had already taken the lead, they would never make this second, the leftovers of eating people.

One of them, Quan Zhen, smiled and said, "Fan Jing, this old bald man, is really a shameless person. Buddhism has played a lot of good cards. Only his last move can be done with his thick skin and a thick and straight game. It is also a beautiful legend."

Another Quanzhen answered: "What's the reputation of picking people's teeth? This bald man is best at gilding on his face. Unexpectedly, he actually puts it in this position and is also a talent!"

The last one, Quan Zhen, sighed: "Listen to you two, you can smell the sour smell thousands of miles away! Why don't we take a step before Fan Jing gets started? Not to mention walking before Jixiake, a reckless man?

This is the gap! I think this Jixiake is not far from his second step, and Neician will have another powerful person to kill two corpses!"

After a few people sighed, they were reluctant to go down to show off. Their current status and realm were completely unnecessary. The elimination of hidden dangers in a war is what they value the most.

The noise here has already alarmed Mo Jizi, the owner of Mo Jishan. He was surprised to see such a large crowd of people rushing up the mountain. How many years have there been such a grand occasion in Mo Jishan?

Those mortals were fine, but as long as they looked at the group of monks, they would make his scalp explode, because the ones who were walking in the front were the famous Fanjingshanren and Jixiake, who were all figures that he needed to look up to.

Everyone seemed to have got something in this journey of seeking the scriptures. No one expected that the end of the journey would be such a happy result. It seemed that everyone had found the greatness in their hearts and were running around for the sufferings of the world.

But no one thought that the poor mountain pig, as a victim of the balance of Buddhism and Taoism, was forgotten completely!

This is the sorrow of a little person and the sorrow of a monster. No one will admit its contribution to the history of inner space. Therefore, to be a hero, one must also be a person of origin!

Otherwise, it would be a gorgeous ignorance, as if it was just an irrelevant pig insect next to the wheel of history.
Chapter completed!