"Damn it! Why didn't you dodge!"
Wu Shuang forcefully changed the direction of the flying sword. A huge rock was actually turned into fragments under the sword.
The faint smile on Wuxin's face had disappeared. The muscles on her face trembled slightly as if she was suppressing her pain.
Following Wuxin's line of sight, Wu Shuang looked at the sky. The picture on the Heaven Roll had been replaced by words.
Master Wangyou used Inner Demon Guide to convert people's inner demons, but these inner demons instead pricked his heart and eventually led to his own inner demons.
Unintentional to guide the inner demons for Master Wangyou, Master Wangyou died of shame.
Wuxin, who was mistaken for the murderer of Master Wangyou, voluntarily entered the golden coffin.
The news that Dustless possessed the 32 secret techniques of the Luosha Hall was constantly spreading in the martial arts world. In order to obtain the secret techniques carried by Wuxin, an endless pursuit had begun.
meditation room
Just like before, the faint sounds of conversation between Master Wangyou and the new visitors could be heard.
Suddenly, a scream broke the silence. Accompanied by the crisp sound of the tea set breaking, the door of the meditation room was sent flying by a heavy object.
The two young monks who were patrolling hurriedly ran over to check on the situation. However, they saw that the person who had knocked the door open was the visitor who had arrived today.
"Help! Master Wangyou is crazy!"
The devotee wailed and fled the small courtyard.
"Master!"
The two young monks hurriedly shouted and rushed into the meditation room. The smell of blood made their expressions change instantly.
"Master?"
Looking at the old figure with his back hooked, the small monk shouted with a trembling voice.
The familiar figure slowly turned around, but the kindness from before was gone.
The eyes of the originally kind-looking old man had been completely covered by black light. His white beard was like a needle, ready to be drawn. He opened his mouth to face the two monks, and a trace of blood seemed to flow out of the darkness.
Looking at Master Wangyou, who was filled with a murderous aura, one of the young monks 'legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. The other one mustered up his courage and slowly retreated.
"Oh, wow!"
After a meaningless roar, Master Wangyou moved.
The usually solemn and kind old man only reminded people of the terrifying strength of this body after he lost control.
It was like a legendary ancient beast, and its body emitted a power that made people despair!
Fear flooded the two little monks. The little monk, who was paralyzed on the ground, crawled towards the door, but he was mercilessly trampled by Wangyou. Feeling the mud under his feet, a morbid ecstasy appeared on Wangyou's face, and he fell into an inexplicable excitement.
The little monk who ran to the door was pushed by a majestic force. In an instant, all his limbs and bones were destroyed by a majestic internal force, and he smashed into the wall of the meditation room.
The violent commotion immediately attracted the attention of many monks from Cold Mountain Monastery.
More and more monks gathered around the meditation room. A few of them who were closer had their chests pierced by the Daylily again in extreme fear.
As the little monk kept retreating, the monks finally arrived.
"Abbot, quickly wake up!"
The Lion's Roar, which contained surging internal strength, resounded throughout the entire monastery.
Wuxin, who was meditating in the Luosha Hall, suddenly opened his eyes. A bad feeling rose in his heart.
He circulated the laws of lightness skill in the Thirty-two Secret Techniques with all his might and rushed to the temple where Master Wangyou usually lectured.
The originally harmonious courtyard had already turned into a hellish scene.
Wuxin was shocked when she sensed Master Wangyou's killing intent. This was clearly the sign of a heart demon entering her body!
"Wuxin, hurry up and leave. Master Wangyou has gone berserk!”
His fellow disciples shouted anxiously, but Wuxin acted as if he didn't hear them.
Wuxin's eyes were filled with a demonic golden light the moment he arrived in front of Wangyou.
When his eyes met Wuxin's, Wangyou suddenly froze on the spot.
A painful roar resounded throughout the courtyard. A bloodthirsty light appeared on Wangyou's face as he slashed at Wuxin with his saber.
Wuxin didn't dodge or dodge. He just stared at Wangyou's eyes quietly, but his tightly clenched fists showed the nervousness in his heart.
Images of Rakshasa and Buddha kept interweaving on Wangyou's face.
With a mouthful of black and stinky blood, the eyes of the Unfettered Soul gradually regained clarity.
Looking at the white-robed monk in front of him, Wangyou sighed as if he was pleased." Good boy."
"Master, who exactly caused your inner demon?”
In the face of unintentional questions, endless pain appeared on Wangyou's face. Although it was the inner demon that controlled him, these fresh lives still died in his hands.
Two streams of tears flowed down Wangyou's face. Looking at the courtyard full of corpses, Wangyou shook his head in pain.
"Good child, don't ask anymore. This is all my fault!”
"Master…"
Wuxin wanted to ask more questions, but the little monk had already swarmed up and surrounded Wuxin and Wangyou.
"Master, are you alright?"
"Master, what happened just now? Who is trying to harm you?!"
"Wuxin, you're amazing. I didn't expect you to save Master!”
"A thought to become a Buddha, a thought to give birth to a devil soul…"
Wangyou sat cross-legged without any emotion or joy. He chanted quietly. With a single Amitabha, the breath of a master of his generation was cut off, and he passed away with the dead monk.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Loud cries rang out in the Zen Temple. After losing the abbot and more than 10 monks, the cold wind and bitter rain shrouded the Cold Mountain Temple.
Why? Why? Why?
Wuxin stood on the spot in a daze. It was as if a hole had been torn in his heart, and his entire person seemed to have fallen into an abyss.
He wiped away the endless tears in his eyes and stared blankly at Wangyou's corpse. He picked up Wuyou's corpse and entered the meditation room while the other monks were still crying.
In the meditation room in the small courtyard, Wangyou's corpse was placed on the stage. The scripture of ferrying souls slowly sounded from Wuxin's mouth.
A ray of golden light appeared and an old monk appeared behind the small monk.
Feeling a familiar warmth, Wuxin slowly turned her head.
"Silly child, you should go home. Master can't accompany you on this road anymore.”
It was a voice filled with longing and familiarity. Wuxin's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the golden figure. As she sobbed, she knelt on the spot and couldn't raise her head for a long time, as if she was afraid of losing him at this moment.
"Master…Fu, Cold Water Temple…is Wuxin's home.”
Looking at the child kneeling on the ground, the old man slowly approached and squatted beside Wuxin. He gently stroked his disciple's back, his eyes filled with kindness.
"Child, the Cold Water Temple is just a temporary place for you to stay. Your home is in Heaven's Beyond. In the future, Master will not be able to accompany you. You can only walk alone.”
The small monk could only cry, unable to answer the old monk.
"What a silly child. Only those people think that you will become the spark that will overturn the world."
His sleeves were completely soaked. Wuxin looked at his master's back and asked," Master, please guide Wuxin."
The old monk placed his hands behind his back and slowly left. He had no intention of reaching out his hands, but he could not catch the back of the person who was going there.
"Don't forget your original intentions. Don't look back. You must continue on the path of the future.”
As Master Wangyou's soul dissipated, an angry roar came from the door.
"Wuxin! Master Wangyou's kindness to you is as heavy as a mountain, and you actually used an evil technique to secretly harm the abbot!”
The golden light in his eyes became the silent evidence, and the hero who had no intention to save the worry-free
He had become the murderer who killed Master Worriless in the eyes of the monks.
After a simple trial, the abbot of the Great Buddhist Sound Monastery laid down in the Golden Wheel Coffin in order to get rid of the so-called evil power in Wuxin's body.
Pursuit, robbery, conspiracy, schemes…
Countless dirty tricks kept repeating themselves.
……
Regarding all kinds of things, Wuxin just laughed it off, and the nine provinces were already crying.
"I originally thought that all evil and heretical people were ruthless and merciless. I didn't expect this Wuxin to be so pure!”
"This is really a tough life. It's really hard to imagine that this little monk's past is so tragic."
"After enduring so much malice, he was still able to complete the feat of turning from a demon into a Buddha and breaking through to the great grandmaster. It's really admirable."
……
Wang also looked at Zhu Wushuang speechlessly. This half bowl of wine had unknowingly been filled with tears.
Zhu Wushuang also realized that she had lost her composure. She hurriedly wiped her tears and went to the inn to change the wine for Wang Ye.
Knocking on the table, King was also a little distressed.
If even a grandmaster could be on the rankings, would he be on the rankings too?
If he was on the rankings, how could he be honest with these ordinary people in the future?
I only want to be a farmer, Li Daxi, not Yan Shuangying!
……
A line of tears streaked across Wuxin's face, making Xiao Se and the others feel uncomfortable.
"We'll walk with you on the road to the future!”
After receiving Xiao Se and the others 'consolation, Wuxin wiped her tears and nodded gratefully.
This time, the Golden Roll did not stop playing. A flirtatious man in a green robe was already facing Wuxin.
That person was one of the four supervisors, the supervisor in charge of incense. He was known as the Snow Wind Sword by the people of Jianghu. Shen Jingzhou!
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