Hu Xiaotian's laughter was not stopped, and suddenly he heard Kong shouting, "Who is it?" His wrists shook slightly, and three Buddhist beads sneered through the window paper, and their body swayed and flashed out. Hu Xiaotian was shocked. Could it be that the enemy was chasing him? He hurriedly followed him out of the guest room.

In the yard, Lekongzheng confronted the dark demon Fanyue and said without looking back: "Xiaotian, please step back and let me deal with this person!"

When Fan Yue saw Hu Xiaotian's figure appear, his eyes lit up suddenly, and an uncontrollable murderous aura emerged. He sneered with two rows of bright teeth, "Those who block me will die!" He rubbed his left hand hard, and the wood chips crushed by the Buddhist beads sprinkled into the wind. He is a yogi from Tianzhu. Not only has tough skin, but also has the ability to withstand strange coldness, but also good at tracking techniques. When he drifted all the way, he found traces of Hu Xiaotian coming ashore, so he followed his footprints to the outside of the ancient temple.

The light flashed in Lekong's eyes and said proudly: "If you want to defeat me, you have to go back and practice for another ten years! Please leave this temple immediately, you are not welcome here! If you don't leave, I have to drive people away!" He was also a hero who was powerful and sarcastic in the world back then. How could he show weakness to this unknown person?

The two sides had a qi touched each other, and a hint of surprise flashed across Fan Yue's face. It was obvious that the other party had such strong strength. But he had already made a harsh statement. It was difficult to get rid of the tiger at this moment, so he had no reason to give up. He said coldly: "Come on!" The demon-subduing pestle raised it horizontally in his chest, eager to try.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a soft Buddha's name "Amitabha" sound, as if it was in my ears. Every word implies the supreme method of meditation in Buddhism, which can eliminate anger, ignorance, greed and point directly to the hearts of the people. The cold and murderous intent that filled the field was actually reduced by half by the Buddha's name.

"Master!" "Master Wuming!"

Lekong and Hu Xiaotian greeted the sudden appearance of ignorance.

Fan Yue was secretly shocked. When did this old monk come to the yard? He didn't notice at all! Moreover, with his eyesight, he couldn't see through the depth of the other party. This was the first time! How many masters are hidden in this ancient temple?

Wuming said: "Likong, my Buddhist disciples pursue liberation without fighting with the world and meditation. Why do you have arrogance and fight against this Indian monk in war?"

Lekong said: "Master, this person is an evil demon and heretic, and has long changed to a paganism! He broke into this temple without authorization and wanted to kill the guests of this temple. The disciples had no choice but to defend themselves."

Wuming looked at Fan Yue in a blink of an eye and said softly: "The donor was born in Buddhism and should understand the precepts of Buddhism. To achieve the right result, keep the precepts, cultivate concentration, and cultivate wisdom, all of which are indispensable. The donor breaks the precepts and kills animals, and should be tolerated by the Buddha. How can he go to the Pure Land of Western Paradise in the future? I am ignorant, I hope the donor will return to the lost path, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Fan Yue said: "Stop talking! I am a demon, not a Buddha! I must kill this person!"

Wuming frowned slightly and said, "The donor has become deeply deviled and will lose his nature. It's a pity! You need to know that this is a Buddhist temple, and it must not be contaminated with bloody smells and defiles the Buddha's holy light. If you want to kill someone, I will never allow it!"

Fan Yue's pupils shrank slightly, and the blue veins on the back of her hand were exposed, and she said in a deep voice: "Do you want to fight me?"

Wuming shook his head and said, "The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!' I am willing to take the donor's three killing moves instead of the guest to resolve the donor's murderous intent. I will stand here and let you make a move and never fight back. If the donor can force me to take a step back, this person will be left to you. If the donor is unable to force me to retreat, please stay in this temple and recite Buddhist scriptures, and you must not kill another person. I wonder what the donor is thinking about it?"

Fan Yue was stunned and asked in a suppressed anger, "You really can't resist?"

Wuming nodded and said, "It is naturally true that monks don't lie."

Although Hu Xiaotian knew that his ignorance was profound and boundless, his move was too risky and could not help but speak out and stop him, "Master, you must not!"

Wuming smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay!"

Fan Yue's face flashed with evil spirits and shouted, "One word is certain!" If within three moves, he could not force the other party to retreat half a step, what else could he say? He could only admit defeat! He was arrogant and unwilling to take advantage of using weapons. He threw away the demon-subduing pestle and was silently lucky in his palms. Suddenly, a strange roar rushed up like an arrow from the string. With a muffled sound of waves, his palms hit Wuming's chest and Dantian.

Wuming's body shook slightly, then stood firmly, looked at his opponent with a smile and said, "This is the great hand seal technique of Tantric Buddhism! The Buddha used to cut off his body for King Goli, and at that time there was no self, no human form, no sentient being form, no life form. The self form is the right and wrong form, how can you hurt me?"

Seeing that the other party looked as usual, Fan Yue was surprised and admired by yelling out his palm technique. He had just used the nine success powers, and even the stone statue was about to break when it was hit hard, but Wuming's two vital acupoints were hit hard, but they were still unharmed. Has he reached the realm of the legendary Vajra Indestructible body? He took a deep breath, and the bones around his body crackled violently. His palms suddenly swelled up, and his arms were leaping up incredibly. He stretched out half a foot in disbelief, swung his arms around him, and his palms were printed on the vital points of Wuming's vest.

Hu Xiaotian cried out in dismay: "Yoga magic!" He felt awe-inspiring in his heart. If the person hit by these palms was him, he would be afraid that the meridians in his body would be broken.

There were a few crisp sounds under the foot of Wuming, and several cracks appeared on the thick bluestone slab, but the short body was as stable as a rock and motionless as a rock. He whispered: "All appearances are false. If you see all appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

Lekong shouted: "Only the last move is left!"

Slight sweat beads emerged from Fan Yue's forehead, and suddenly felt discouraged. The other party must have entered the innate realm of unity between man and nature, and his cultivation was beyond his imagination. He heard the scriptures recited by Wuming at the same time, and every word was gems that shocked his heart. However, his training never allowed him to give up any opportunity. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a strange red flashed at the same time. The heat on his head evaporated, and his whole body's strength had reached its limit. His footsteps moved, and his palms were like a knife, slashing at both sides of Wuming's temples.

Wuming suddenly raised his eyes and looked deep into Fan Yue's eyes. He also spoke a Buddhist lion's roar from his mouth: "Nan, Wu, A, Mi, Tuo, Buddha!" ​​The treasure was solemn, and a faint Buddha light appeared all over his body, making people unable to help but feel the urge and piety of worshiping.

Fan Yue and Wuming's eyes touched, and their bodies were trembling, as if they saw miracles in each other's eyes. Their expression suddenly changed from fierce, painful, surprised, and confused to calm and gentle. They couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name in unstoppable voice: "Namo Amitabha!" The speed of swinging his palms changed from fast to slow, as if they were bound by a thousand pounds of shackles, and they were no longer powerful.

Wuming slowly stretched out his finger, pointing at the center of Fan Yue's eyebrows, and shouted in a low voice: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe this way! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Fan Yue's legs became weak, and she fell to the ground with a snap. Her hands retracted and changed into complex handprints. Her whole body was sweating profusely. Her former murderous aura disappeared without a shadow. She lowered her head and said, "The evil Buddhist disciples are very sinful. Fortunately, the master enlightened them and realized and regretted them. The disciple begged the master to accept them and let me return to the Buddha's disciple to redeem my past sins."

Wuming said: "Good! The Buddhist sect is open to save all living beings. My Buddha said that everyone has Buddha nature. What's more, you have a fate with my Buddha. As long as you repent of your past sins and keep your wisdom, you will be the right result. The Buddha is merciful, from today on, you will stay in this temple to practice!"

Fan Yue put his hands together and bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Master!"

Hu Xiaotian stayed in the temple for a long time. After learning Okong's disguise skills, he reluctantly embarked on the itinerary. In addition to facial makeup, the disguise technique also includes voice change, bone shrinkage, hair dyeing, disguise, and other knowledge. Only when he reaches the state of consistency between form and spirit and indistinguishable authenticity can he be called a disguise expert. Before leaving, Okong gave Hu Xiaotian a complete set of disguise utensils, including two extremely precious human skin masks. Of course, he was also instructed to take good care of Tang Xue.

Hu Xiaotian dyed his hair and disguised himself as a herb collector in his forties. He carried a bamboo basket and filled seven or eight kinds of herbs and dry food. According to Huo's guidance, he walked down the mountain along the rugged mountain road.

After walking for two days, he finally arrived at a small town in the mountainous area. Although there were only more than 30 families in the town, they were located on the necessary road between Sichuan and Gansu. There were many merchants and horse teams coming and going, and almost all the inns were full of people. Hu Xiaotian was completely useless at this time, and walked into an inn with a stingy finger. He asked in Sichuan dialect that he had just learned: "Shopkeeper, do you take medicinal materials here?"

When the short and fat shopkeeper looked up, he saw Hu Xiaotian's tall body and bright and sharp eyes. An inexplicable pressure came down, which made him involuntarily answer: "I'll collect everything!"

Hu Xiaotian poured out all the herbs in the bamboo tricots and said with a smile: "Then how much silver can you discount it?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the rare medicinal herbs, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he said with a heavy breath: "This, is this Ganoderma lucidum? It's so big, it may have been hundreds of years! Is this the legendary Buddha's heart grass? Where did you find it? It's more expensive than gold!" The more he said, the more excited he became, and his eyes almost protruded out of his eye sockets.

Hu Xiaotian could not have imagined that the medicinal materials he took from the ancient temple were so precious. He shook his head and said, "This is a secret, I can't tell you. If you secretly dig up all the medicinal materials, wouldn't I lose all the money?"

No matter how the shopkeeper encouraged his tongue, Hu Xiaotian was unmoved and refused to tell the origin of the medicinal materials. The shopkeeper had no choice but to buy all the medicinal materials at 70% of the market price. The transaction was completed, and Hu Xiaotian was about to stay in the store when he suddenly heard a noise upstairs. A young man with a scholar-like appearance rolled onto the first floor from the stairs, falling to the first floor. He was about to get up, but a gray cloth bag fell out of thin air and hit his face. He screamed and fell to the ground again. A stout guy strode down the stairs, cursing and clattering, and his fists were clattering, heading towards the young scholar.

Because Hu Xiaotian has always had a good impression of literati since childhood, he frowned and asked, "Ma Zhangui, why do you bully scholars so much?"

The shopkeeper sneered: "What a bullshit scholar, he is just a pauper! He owed me three days of money for the house and four meals, but I just drove him away today. I am already generous! Erwazi, drive this poor man out quickly!"

"Slow down!" Hu Xiaotian shouted loudly, threw a silver ingot he had just obtained onto the counter, and said coldly: "I will pay back the money he owes you, don't be rude!"

Seeing that the money was jealous, the shopkeeper Ma smiled and said, "Yes!" He ran over and helped the young scholar up, slapped the dust for him, and smiled and said, "Young Master Xia, you have met a kind person! That uncle has paid off all your debts. Don't you go over and thank them?"

The young man straightened his headscarf, slapped the fat hand of the shopkeeper Ma, walked straight to Hu Xiaotian, and bowed, "The young man was in a foreign land, unexpectedly bullied by a villain, and was so kind that he would laugh. This kind of grace should be repaid with a spring. If I, Xia Wentao, can make me stand out in the future, I will never forget my kindness today!" He was actually quite slender, but he was thin, full of scholarly face, and haggard, and obviously suffered a lot.

Hu Xiaotian looked at his appearance carefully and actually looked seven-part like him, and he was only two or three inches shorter than him. He couldn't help but move and replied, "The mountain people are ignorant, so don't be upset about this. When he saw that he was full of knowledge and talented people, he would definitely be the pillars of the country in time. At this time, he would never hide the glory of jade!"

Xia Wentao became more and more happy as he heard it. He immediately regarded Hu Xiaotian as his lifelong confidant. He held his hand and sighed: "There is no one who knows me than my benefactor! All other villains are like sparrows, how can I know the ambition of a swan? The mountains and flowing waters are hard to find a soulmate!"

Hu Xiaotian was amused and cried, and secretly said that scholars were pedantic and did not know that the world was dangerous. Didn’t you offend everyone around you? Just look at the gritted expressions of Ma Zhangguan and others. If they walked away, they would have to beat Xia Wentao upset. He quickly pulled Xia Wentao to another inn, ate and chat, and soon he could understand his origin and identity clearly.

It turned out that Xia Wentao lived in Chengdu. His father used to be an official. Later, he was falsely arrested and imprisoned for offending the local tyrants and eventually died of illness. His mother was overly sad and died of depression soon after, leaving only Xia Wentao. Xia Wentao had no other skills in making a living except for studying and writing since childhood. In order to bury his parents, he was forced to sell out his property. A few days ago, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to ask his neighbors to borrow some money and go to his distant relatives in Lanzhou. He went on a long trip for the first time in his life. He was a weak scholar. After a long journey, he was seriously ill on the way and spent all his money. If he hadn't met Hu Xiaotian today, he would have been on the street and begging for a living. When Xia Wentao talked about his sadness and depression, he couldn't help crying and burst into tears.

Hu Xiaotian comforted: "Mr. Xia, men will not cry easily! If the enemy kills your parents, you should try to avenge them. When you become a high-ranking official in the future and return home in glory, it should be the day when the enemy's head falls to the ground!"

Xia Wentao was shocked, stopped crying, and said stutteringly, "Is this necessary to kill people to take revenge?" Thinking of the enemy's local forces and vicious means, he couldn't help but chill and whisper: "If I hadn't escaped faster, I would have been killed by them. In this life, I don't want to return to Chengdu again."

Hu Xiaotian was furious, and he could not have thought that he was so cowardly and incompetent! As the saying goes, the revenge of killing his father was irreconcilable. Xia Wentao did not want to take revenge, but just escaped, and looked down on this person in his heart. He said coldly: "Mr. Xia, you and I met by chance, and the fate has ended, so let's part here!"

Although Xia Wentao was not familiar with the world, he also knew that Hu Xiaotian was his only support at present and must not let go of this life-saving straw, otherwise he would starve to death before he could reach Lanzhou. He hurriedly pulled his sleeves and shouted, "My benefactor, please leave slowly!" His face turned red, and he asked with a tough forehead, "I don't know what the itinerary of my benefactor? Where are you going?"

Hu Xiaotian was both angry and funny: "What does it have to do with you where I go?"

Since Xia Wentao spoke, he simply took the initiative and blushed, "I'm not hiding my benefactor. I'm going to Lanzhou Prefecture for a long time, but the young actor has no money, and he is no different from a beggar. I hope my benefactor will give me one or two funds. After I arrive in Lanzhou, I will return it twice."

Hu Xiaotian shook his head and said, "You are going to seek refuge with relatives from afar. I haven't met you for many years. It's been a matter of kindness and righteousness that people are willing to take you in. How could you be so generous to pay off your debts? Mr. Xia, the silver I brought is limited, so I can't do such a loss-making transaction."

Seeing that he was determined and had little room for discussion, Xia Wentao had to reveal his last secret and smiled bitterly: "My benefactor, in fact, I went to surrender to my future father-in-law. Our two families had decided on a marriage fifteen years ago, with tokens as evidence. Please see!" As he said that, he took out a jade bracelet from his arms, which was crystal clear and valuable. "This jade bracelet was originally a pair, engraved with the words "rich and reunion" and "auspicious and good luck". The original price was more than 1,000 taels. If my benefactor was worried, he could keep the jade bracelet for me for the time being. If the other party regrets the marriage and refuses to pay off my debts, this jade bracelet can also be pawned with a lot of silver, right?"

Hu Xiaotian looked at his isolated and helpless eyes and his pleading expression, and his heart softened. He thought that they were both scholars, so he helped him. He sighed, "Forget it, I will accompany you to Lanzhou! I will take care of the expenses on the way."

Xia Wentao was overjoyed, bowed to the ground, and hurriedly stuffed the jade bracelet into Hu Xiaotian's hand, for fear that he would regret it. Hu Xiaotian put away the jade bracelet, and the more he thought about it, he slapped the table and said loudly: "My man, bring the wine!"
Chapter completed!