A little Buddha light lit up in the darkness.

Then, a monk with thin figure and white eyebrows fell from both sides of his face stepped out of the darkness.

In one step, I arrived at the land ten feet in front of Lin Xun.

"Dizang Temple Dharma Lin, I have met my friend."

The old monk described his withered appearance, his hands folded together, neither sad nor happy.

Lin Xun had black hair without wind, and his clothes were shining, and his energy all over his body rose to an unprecedented level at this moment.

Only his expression was calm and said, "Old monk, what are you going to do?"

"My friend will go to the battlefield of the Nine Realms. Taking this opportunity, it is better to leave the Tripitaka Sutra and Bodhi Wood to avoid losing it in the battlefield."

The old monk Falin's words were calm.

"Lost? Do you think I can't come back alive from the Nine Domain battlefield?"

Lin Xun's black eyes were cold.

Dadizang Temple!

How could he forget this Taoist priest?

In the past, he had been hunted down by this powerful man in Taoism, such as the ancient Buddha's son, the eighteen sons of Ksitigarbha, and the saint Fazheng.

The reason is very simple. Dizang Temple regards Talin Xun as a heretic and wants to kill him quickly!

"No one can tell whether he is alive or not."

Fa Lin's expression was calm and the treasure was solemn.

When talking, the world suddenly changed, like a world that changed the world, turning into a secret realm that isolates the outside world.

Here, the Buddha's light is vast and the sound of the Brahma is resounding.

When the Dharma is coming, it is like the Buddha who is coming to the world, his whole body exudes immeasurable majesty.

"My friend, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

He pronounced the Buddha's chant, and his voice was like a bell, which stirred people's hearts.

If it were someone else, he had been shocked, lost his mind and was anxious.

But Lin Xun did not.

"The Holy Monk Duji once said, 'If I am a Buddha, there will be no demons in the world. If I am a demon, I will save the Buddhas in the world.' Today, I want to try to see if I can save you, the old monk."

Lin Xun's expression became calmer.

Falin is a person in the holy realm, and the aura emitted by his body is even more terrifying than the holy realm. He is very likely to be a terrifying existence at the level of a great saint.

But Lin Xun was still not afraid.

As the old man in black in Tongtian Sword Sect had previously speculated, Lin Xun dared to walk alone, so he naturally had enough support to deal with all this.

Fa Lin raised his eyes, looked at Lin Xun, and said, "My friend, if you have obsessions in your heart, you have become a demon. You are destined to look back without shore. I hope you will think twice."

He looks solemn and majestic.

But the more this happens, the more disgusted Lin Xun is. These old bald donkeys from Dizang Temple can even robbery so well and righteously, and are simply shameless.

He frowned and said, "If you look back, you don't have to look back. Just hurry up. Just do it if you want to rob."

Fa Lin sighed lightly, then poked out a hand and stood up in the void.

With a simple action, Lin Xun suddenly stiffened his whole body and noticed the fatal danger. He did not hesitate to exert force and crushed a token that had already been hidden in his hand.

But at this moment.

Thousands of miles away, a sound suddenly sounded above the sky:

"disease!"

A sword light suddenly flew out, like a comet dragging a green divine rainbow, tearing apart the sky.

The sword energy is vast, cutting off a sky and a mountain and river.

Then, break through the secret barrier!

The sword light dragged out when the sword energy flew out, a long crack that had been torn out on the sky has not dissipated for a long time.

Fa Lin frowned with white eyebrows. This barrier was opened by him, representing his power of the holy path, but now a hole was easily cut open.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed and he realized the terrible will imprinted by this sword. If it weren't for his own defense of the qi, the place where he stood would have been crushed and destroyed.

Then, Fa Lin spoke in a deep voice: "Which fellow Taoist intervenes when I work in Dizang Temple? Do you not know the rules for those who trespassers in the barrier?"

"Old bald donkey, he is too murderous, and he doesn't look like a monk."

A loud laughter came from a distance, but as soon as the sound rang, an old man riding a green donkey appeared here.

The green donkey was skinny and lazy. He sneezes from time to time, glanced at him with a pair of donkey eyes. The donkey's lips were opened, revealing a snow-white donkey's teeth, as if mocking.

The old man sitting on the green donkey had sloppy hair and dirty clothes, looked drunk, and looked tired and sloppy.

In his hand, he was holding a yellow-skinned gourd. As soon as he arrived, the green sword energy happily swept into the yellow-skinned gourd like a swimming fish.

"Drunk Sword Old Man?"

Fa Lin's expression has become solemn.

A long time ago, there was a stunning sword saint who rode a green donkey, hung a sword gourd, wandered around the world, broke into the thirteen holy hidden places, and defeated a group of swordsman powerful people, which was unparalleled.

This man is addicted to swords, drunkenness, warfare, and unruly behavior, but no one knows his origin. He only knows that his sword skills can be described as "the great and unstoppable" eight characters.

As an old antique who has lived for countless years, Fa Lin naturally heard about the deeds of the Zui Jianshou.

The old man in Taoist robe burped, his eyes were blurred, and he sat on the green donkey shaking, and said with a smile: "The old bald donkey knows me too? That's best, so I won't be too long-winded. I'll disappear quickly if I say a word, otherwise the old Taoist's sword will not have eyes."

Although he was a threat, his tone was lazy, weak, and had no deterrence.

But Fa Lin was like facing a great enemy, his expression became more and more serious, and he clasped his hands together and said, "I heard that the Drunken Sword Old Master's attainment in swordsmanship was the best in the age of time, and I would like to understand it."

The old man in Taoist robe said oh, turned his head to look at Lin Xun, and smiled and said, "Little guy, just walk forward, don't pay attention to the ghosts and monsters along the way."

After thinking about it, he said again: "In this world, some people wish you could die and could not tolerate you, but some people would not let you die. You have to believe that there are still many good people, such as... Old Taoist, hahahaha."

He laughed: "Good man...good man, just by these two words, I have to drink a lot of white drinks."

The old Taoist raised the yellow gourd and drank it wildly.

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Xun put away the token in his hand and bowed.

"Go, go, just walk forward boldly!"

The old Taoist waved his sleeves.

Lin Xun glanced at Fa Lin, who looked solemn and stared at the old man in Taoism. He seemed to be facing a great enemy and ignored him at all.

He suddenly realized that Falin had encountered a tough problem.

"Senior, is Zui Jianshen really your name?"

Before leaving, Lin Xun couldn't help asking.

"I'm wrong, it's just a nickname. How about it, does it feel very majestic?"

The old man was proud.

"The cheapest? The bad-mouthed one? This nickname is indeed majestic..."

Lin Xun muttered and turned away.

The drunk old Taoist was stunned at first, and then his old face suddenly collapsed, as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he roared:

"Grandma, no wonder those old guys always like to call me nickname from time to time! It turns out that the fuck is watching my jokes!"

Immediately, he turned his face and stared at Falin with a bad look, gritting his teeth and said, "When you called me nickname just now, were you also laughing at me?"

Before the Dharma was about to speak, the old Taoist stood up from the green donkey: "I beat you to death!"

boom!

On him, the surging sword energy rushed out, tearing the night apart, shining thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

In the distance, Lin Xun turned around and saw this scene, and was so shocked that he was sweating in a cold sweat. He thought to himself that although the drunk sword old man was so nicknamed, his sword energy was so scary.

While thinking, he moved forward and savored the words of Zui Jianshou in his heart.

Move forward boldly and ignore the monsters and monsters along the way?

Lin Xun vaguely guessed something, and a rare feeling arose in his heart.

Without hesitation, he continued to move forward.

One day later.

In a city, Lin Xun rested in a teahouse, and there was an extra man with a tall crown and ancient clothes at the table next to him, and he looked as handsome as a young man.

"I have followed you all the way, and I also met the battle between Zui Jianshou and the Great Sage of Da Jian of Dizang Temple. On the way, someone was blocking me in secret, but unfortunately, that guy couldn't stop me."
To be continued...