Thanks to Yangzhigang and Lord Immortal for their rewards.

Zhao Ran looked in the direction pointed out by Zhu Qigu, and saw that the hill was bare and without weeds and shrubs. There was only a big banyan tree growing on the top of the hill. The trunk was thick and there were countless roots buried deep in the ground, with dense branches and leaves like canopys.

At the top of the canopy of this banyan tree, there was an old monk with wrinkles on his face, with a yellow robe, folded his hands together, closed his eyes without saying a word.

This was the first Buddhist monk Zhao Ran saw in this world. He was curious and focused his eyes and looked carefully. He saw that the old monk was integrated with the banyan tree under his seat, but there seemed to be no energy around him, and it was like a dead person, which made Zhao Ran feel uneasy.

"Sister, this monk is a bit strange." Zhao Ran couldn't help but say.

Zhu Qigu was slightly surprised: "You can see it too? How did you see it?"

Zhao Ran couldn't find a suitable description for a moment, so he had to say: "I can't say it, but I don't look like a living person..."

Zhu Qigu praised: "You have some vision!"

Zhao Ran asked: "What's going on? Can you beat it?"

Zhu Qigu didn't say anything anymore, but instead whispered and sent a message: "Little Wuxiang is a very clever trick, but unfortunately the bald donkey's realm is a little lower. If you can see it clearly, you can watch it easily, which is considered a long experience."

Seeing that Zhu Qigu was full of confidence, Zhao Ran felt at ease and sat on the back of the donkey, staring at each other in a narrow range.

Old Tong got off the horse and walked forward a few steps calmly. The wooden stick in his hand gently pointed out to the front of his body, knocking on the ground "again" and smashing nine shallow small pits. He stepped forward and walked the nine palace steps in the nine small pits, and then stopped at the central palace. After a moment, Old Tong took off the big gourd behind him, gulped the wine stains on his hair and beard, sighed, and muttered, while carrying the gourd on his body, "Why... I'm just giving my life in vain... It's really not worth it!"

After this movement, the old monk on the tree canopy still closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had not noticed the arrival of Mr. Tong and others.

Zhu Qigu said impatiently: "There is only such a bald donkey here, no one else can tell you what you can do at a glance. How can you do it? It's such a waste!"

Old Tong nodded and said, "It's better to be careful." He paused and shouted, "The Fourth Old!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew past Zhao Ran and rushed towards the banyan tree, but the fourth senior brother took action. The fourth senior brother was as fast as lightning, and after a few breaths, he had already crossed a hundred steps away. He came to the hillside, then suddenly jumped up, and his whole body rushed towards the old monk at the top of the tree canopy. If Zhao Ran had not had this vision and had no fine rope to open the sky eye to concentrate, he might not be able to distinguish the fourth senior brother's movements at this moment except for a dark shadow residual line in his eyes.

The fourth senior brother jumped high, one horizontally and five or six feet high, as good as the old monk on the tree canopy.

The old monk finally opened his eyes, and two white lights burst out from his eyes, shooting at the fourth senior brother in the air. The fourth senior brother made two swipes in the air, as if he was stepping on a stairs, and his figure was raised three feet higher again. The two white lights passed under his feet, hitting a huge rock in the distance, and smashing the huge rock directly.

The fourth senior brother was already taller than the old monk at this time, and kicked his bald head directly at the toe of his right foot. He was about to kick up. The old monk circled his arms and a lotus bloomed above his head, radiating everywhere, crystal clear, with a few traces of pastel colors in his whiteness, which was very beautiful.

As the lotus bloomed, a fragrance of flowers spread to all sides. Even Zhao Ran, who was a hundred steps down the hill, smelled the faint sweetness. Zhao Ran felt that the fragrance of flowers was extremely comfortable, with a little bit of intoxication in peace. It was as sweet as drinking it, and I couldn't help but want to take a few more sips.

Old Tong snorted lowly, and the sound was like a bell, awakening Zhao Ran from his drunkenness. Then he raised the wooden staff and surrounded him for a while. Several circles of air waves visible to the naked eye surged out from the top of the wooden staff, and circled himself, Zhu Qigu, Zhao Ran and Hu's three men like a cover.

Zhao Ran suddenly burst into cold sweat. Qingzhi almost suffered a scheming just now, and he couldn't help but be afraid. Only then did he truly realize why the senior brothers in Wujiyuan heard that they wanted to assist Taoist sects in walking and catching monsters, they were all frightened and confused, as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions. This matter was really not a joke. Even if they were so far away, they could not avoid being almost injured.

Looking at the crown of the tree again, the fourth senior brother seemed to be bounced out by the lotus, and he had no place to leverage his strength in the air and fell obliquely under the tree.

The old monk finally got up, his face neither sad nor happy. He looked at the fallen brother, his arms suddenly surged more than a foot, and his palms were as big as a huge basin, and he grabbed the fourth brother.

The fourth senior brother fell from the air. Seeing that he was only three feet away from the ground, he seemed to be about to be grabbed by his palm, he suddenly stopped the fall momentum, his whole body was crossed in the air, and he paused slightly - this movement was extremely inconsistent and very awkward. No matter how you look at it, Zhao Ranzhi felt extremely upset, his internal organs were surging, and he couldn't vomit it out.

The old monk grabbed the empty hand and Zhao Ran finally heard him spit out the first word - "Huh!?"

The great sword that the fourth senior brother had been holding in his arms finally took action. As soon as he flew away from his arms, he was already deeply stuck on a stone wrapped around the roots of the big banyan tree.

The whole banyan tree, and the old monk wearing a yellow robe on the canopy, disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before. There was only a white-clothed monk sitting cross-legged on the entire hill. The monk was not old and looked like he was just like Zhao Ran. At this moment, the monk was trembling all over, blood was flowing out from the corners of his mouth, and half of the monk's robe was dyed red. The big sword that the fourth senior brother had just fired was inserted into his heart.

The monk in white put his hands together with difficulty, recited the sentence "Amitabha", and said, "So you have seen through it long ago..."

The fourth senior brother said coldly: "The skill is so good, but unfortunately the level is too low. He is just a few magical figures, so he dares to come out to cut the Tao!" With a move, the sword flew out from the monk in white, drawing a beautiful arc and falling into the scabbard.

The monk in white suddenly rushed to the ground and died.

The fourth senior brother didn't even look at it. He held the sword in his arms and walked to the highest point of the hill, motionless, looking into the distance, a gust of mountain breeze blows, blowing the black-clothed belt.

Zhao Ran couldn't help but be happy about the fourth senior brother's handsome posture. This guy knew how to pose. Zhu Qigu, who was beside him, snorted coldly: "Pretentious." He whispered to Zhao Ran: "I just can't stand this point."

Everyone went up the hill and came to the corpse of the monk in white. They saw the corpse of the monk gradually fading away like the snow melting. Zhao Ran was amazed and asked Zhu Qigu the reason.

Zhu Qigu explained that monks who practice the formless martial arts have this virtue, and their bodies will soon dissipate after death. After the monk's corpse completely dissipated, the white robes were spread flat on the ground, and the inside was bulging, as if there were objects hidden.

Mr. Tong picked up the monk's robe with a wooden stick and suddenly shook off a few pieces of miscellaneous items. A Taoist book called "The Five Mythical Finger Skills", several Taoist magic tools such as golden bells, whisks, Taoist rulers, etc. In addition, there are two jade plaques, a bottle of pills, dozens of money, and a palm-sized golden leaf.

Mr. Tong stretched out his hand and two jade plaques flew up in the air and were grabbed by him. Zhao Ran looked carefully and found that the two jade plaques were similar to those on Mr. Tong, Mr. Zhu Qigu, and the fourth senior brother. They should be the tokens for people in the Taoist temple to confirm their identity.

"It's a Taoist priest from Hengfu Pavilion in Baoning Prefecture." Old Tong glanced at it and threw the jade to Gu Zhu Qigu.

After seeing this, Zhu Qigu shook his head and said, "Zong Tenghua, Xing Tengqiu? I don't know him."

Mr. Tong said, "These two people are walking in the Taoist sect of Baoning Mansion. I have seen the sect of the surname. They are good at using Wuxuanzhi. They are disciples of Master Liu Lian of Hengfuguan. Two years ago, the ghosts in a cave in Bashan were very terrifying. They were the case he solved. They came to the door alone and killed all the thirteen ghosts. I have never seen the other Xing Tengqiu. I heard that they are also the hero who has emerged in Hengfuguan in the past two years. He has challenged the fourth junior brother, and the fourth junior brother should know."

The fourth senior brother who was independent in the wind did not look back and said coldly: "The ability is low, not enough to mention it."

Old Tong smiled and sighed: "I didn't expect it to be broken here." After saying that, he put all the Taoist books, magic tools, jade plaques and other objects in his sleeves and said: "It fell on the hands of the demon monk who practiced the little unformed Dharma. They were afraid that the corpse of them were no longer available. I turned around and I sent these things back to Hengfu Hall."
Chapter completed!