"Gujingguan disciples are missing, send the master back to heaven·······" Xiang Que knelt on the ground and cried, and his poignant tone pierced the white of the fish belly in the sky, and it was dawn.
Lao Dao's concept of Xiang Lack is parents, is the regeneration of parents, if there is no Lao Dao, he will die early when he is young, and the Xiang family is also implicated, such as a master and a father-like character, giving him more than 20 years of life and the excitement along the way, the old Tao returns to heaven, and Xiang Lack is almost sucked in spirit It's clean.
Xiang Que knelt on the ground and moved his legs like a walking corpse to Lao Dao's side, stretched out his hand to rub his cheek, saw that Lao Dao's hair was a little messy and straightened his hair properly, and then tidied up Lao Dao's robe, smoothed and stretched it neatly, his movements were meticulous, and his expression was solemn and solemn.
Neatly laid out the corpse of Lao Dao, Xiang Que pursed his mouth and straightened up, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to Lao Dao.
There was a muffled sound from the green bricks.
"Knock" kowtowed again, and there was a loud sound.
"Knock, knock, knock" knocked three times in a row, and there was a blood mark on the green brick, breaking the blood flow towards the missing head.
"Knock, knock, knock, knock" Xiang Que knelt beside Lao Dao, his eyes blank.
That year, in Xiangjiatun West Mountain, there was an old man holding a child covered in blood, walking in the woods, surrounded by white mist.
"This child is haunted by a hundred ghosts, and if you want to save him, you have to worship me as a teacher······ He committed five evils and three deficiencies, since this is the case, then call it Xiang Que" That year, Lao Dao officially accepted him as a disciple and named him Xiang Que.
That year, the old Taoist traveled thousands of miles from Putian to invite Master Mingjing of the Hanging Temple to stab the ten halls of Yama for the lack of lines, and it has never stopped for ten years.
In the tenth year, Lao Dao took Xiang Quan's hand out of Xiangjiatun and came to the ancient well view of Zhongnan Mountain.
In the twelfth year of entering the ancient well view, Xiang Que 22-year-old Lao Dao did not say a word, and saw him out of Nanshan.
"Master, you go all the way······" Xiang Que muttered to himself, exhausted.
Next to it, Kong Dejing and Yan Wang walked to the corpse of Mr.
Kong Da, with a solemn face, the archdeacon is dead, it seems that it has been nearly a hundred years, and among the direct children of the Kong family, this is the most valuable one who died in the hands of others, if this news reaches the ears of the head of the Kong family, it will However, it will set off a stormy wave.
Zhang Qingfang also died, and the death of a generation of heavenly masters will surely shake Beibi Mountain.
Only Chen Mingyin, who fought with Wuqiao, was unscathed, and he escaped this catastrophe, but his face was not very good-looking, and the demeanor of Lao Dao's sword brought him deep jealousy, and he realized that even if he put himself in the position of Zhang Qingfang or Mr.
Kong Da, this sword was also hidden Not in the past.
Wuqiao walked to Xiang Que's side with a broad-backed long knife, was silent, and bowed deeply towards the old road: "The deceased is gone······ Mourning, Xiang Lacking" Qingxuzi let out a long breath, his eyes fell on the corpse of Lao Dao, and said softly: "You have been fighting with me for decades, when you went to Kunlun Mountain and slashed the statue of my Tongtian Patriarch with a sword, this year you were born with a sword, exhausted your last yang life, and you and I have a grudge to make a decision, Zhu Chungang, even if you are one step at a time, after all, you can't step over the sky-high threshold."
Zuo Dao glanced at Xiang Que next to the corpse, and asked lightly: "Zhu Chun has just died, there is still this kid left, let's give the knot first, as for Yu Qiuyang and Qi Changqing, we will clear them one by one" Qing Xuzi was suddenly stunned, Mu Ran thought that Gu Jing Guan and two people had never appeared from beginning to end, Yu Qiuyang, who was not much worse than Lao Dao, and Qi Changqing, the most amazing young man in this generation, Gu Jing Guan suffered a big disaster, Lao Dao died, and the two most important figures did not appear Body?
"Something isn't quite right······" Qingxuzi frowned and muttered.
Zuo Dao said: "Are you still afraid that they have any calculations?
Hehe, Zhu Chungang is dead, what is the reason for the others in Gujingguan?
” Qingxuzi said: "The grass has to be eradicated, the people of Gujingguan are too demonic, if Qi Changqing and Xiang are given another ten years, maybe there will be another Zhu Chungang, raising tigers is not a big problem, today I have to clean up the portal for Gujingguan" Zuo Dao nodded and snorted, and suddenly grabbed Xiang Que, but at this time, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the Taoist temple: "Old thief, if you dare to touch my Gujingguan disciple, I will dare to slaughter you Maoshan Manmen" After an arrogant and domineering question, a figure seemed to fall from the sky, and Qi Changqing fell from outside the mountain gate in great strides, standing in front of Xiang Que.
Xiang Que looked up blankly and said, "Senior brother, you are here, master he is gone" The corners of Qi Changqing's eyes twitched, he sighed, his legs bent and knelt beside Xiang Que, a line of hot tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, clenched his fists and said sadly: "Master, I'm late" Zuo Dao's hand stretched out to Xiang Que paused, he snorted, and turned to grab Qi Changqing: "Junior, it's too wildly talkative, I don't say it's you one day, even if Zhu Chungang doesn't die, can he move my Maoshan?"
It's just right for you to come back, I will completely let you break the inheritance of the ancient well today, You said you want to destroy my Maoshan full of doors?
Then I'll let you go through the ancient well and destroy it first."
"Amitabha" Suddenly, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and a string of Buddha beads came from afar to meet the right hand that was grabbed by the left road.
Zuo Dao was suddenly startled, and the string of Buddha beads that appeared crashed into him unstoppably, and the majestic Buddha power surged over like a surging river.
"Bang" The two touched, the Buddha beads rotated in the air, the left road withdrew his hand, and his shoulder was sore, numb and painful.
Zuo Dao and Qing Xuzi looked at the visitor at the same time, and an old monk with white hair and wearing a robe walked over slowly with his hands folded.
"Donor, forgive people and forgive people, all grievances should disappear with the death of the donor, why do you have to work hard to force each other" Master Mingjing whispered a Buddha name, and said lightly: "It is better to settle the grievances, so let's stop it?"
” Zuo Dao whispered in surprise and said to Qingxuzi: "How can Gujingguan still have helpers, where did this old monk come from, and how did he do it?"
” Qing Xuzi was stunned, frowned and said, "I don't have an impression, when did the Buddha Sect ever produce such a high-ranking monk?"
” Master Mingjing of the Hanging Temple, the Dharma is boundless all his life, but he never entered the world with the Dharma name to practice, there is an old monk in the world, but the world has never known that this old monk is called Mingjing, he is the real monk who has achieved the four major emptiness in his life.
Cao Shanjun stood beside Xiang Que with a yellow felt hat and a big red robe, and said seriously: "Don't come unharmed, don't come here, it's okay for me to buy a big brand of clothes."