In the City God Temple, the down-and-out scholar was telling a group of children about myths and strange stories.

"But he said that Emperor Jiuhua descended on the clouds, saying that this monster was his own guardian beast and stole into the lower realm. He also asked a few people to take him back to the cave and punish him strictly..." The scholar's face was yellow and pretended to behave, "Okay, if you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next breakdown."

The children were disappointed, and one of them asked ignorantly: "Sir, is it the monsters from the Immortal Bodhisattva's house who eat people and only need to be strictly disciplined, so that other monsters will be killed?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. It was the first time he had told the story for so many years that he savored it from this perspective. This seemed to be a perfect refinement.

Children are innocent and less affected by the world, but they can see problems that adults take for granted.

He was about to explain, but suddenly there was a sound of water shaking in the sky and the huge movement of the bank collapse.

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The river rolls, flows eastward, passes through the mountains and ridges, and runs through the ten thousand miles of plains, and continues from the Middle Ages to the opposition between the Great Jin and the Northern Zhou dynasties. It is a terrain that has not changed much.

The secret obtained by the Zhenwu Sect was hidden in "Jiangxinyuan". The specific location was unknown. Meng Qi narrowed the scope to a three thousand-mile-long water area based on the clues left by Emperor Zhenwu and the rumors that the ancestor of the Zhenwu Sect had obtained the inheritance. After arriving through the teleportation array, he slowly flew at a high altitude, observing the subtle changes in the heaven and earth's qi, and combined with the methods left by Emperor Zhenwu, he tried to find clues at the entrance from the rules.

After searching for a while, Meng Qi suddenly found that the embankment ahead was washed away by the river. The white waves shattered the water gate, poured into a city, swept away many people, and turned the prosperous world into a water town and country. There were tragedies everywhere in which the family was destroyed. The father lost his son, the wife lost his husband, and the son lost his mother. The atmosphere of grief and despair condensed into "dark clouds".

A series of lights stood in the air. The outdoor scene here either saved people or retreated water or repaired the city's forbidden laws, each of which moved the world and showed extraordinary power.

Hurry!

The waves were surging, and a woman struggled in the turbid flood, holding a wooden basin in her hands, and a baby under one year old cried loudly.

The flood became more and more rapid, and the waves were one after another. The woman gradually couldn't support her body, and her body became heavier and she felt cold. She was about to drag the wooden basin to sink and let it overturn.

Gripping his teeth, the woman pushed the wooden basin away with her desperate eyes, and was swallowed by the flood. She had only one thought in her mind, hoping that the strong man from the high altitude outdoors would rescue his child as soon as possible.

Such a tragic incident occurred in many places where floods were flooded. Although there were many powerful people in the outdoor scene and wide control range, they could rescue many victims at one time. However, due to the lack of objects that can be installed, there was a disconnect between the rescue and the resettlement. It was difficult to take care of all the people at the moment.

After discovering that the tragic things happened one after another, a wide-robed and big sleeved external field took a deep breath, showing the earthly magic behind him, clenched his fists, swelled all his strength, and slammed into the air.

Bang!

The fist absorbed the energy of Wu and Ji. It became bigger and bigger, and hit the embankment hard, cutting off the rushing flood.

The land squirmed and towered rapidly, not only repairing the collapsed part, but also climbing, trying to block the water flow.

No, how could there be floods in this season? Meng Qi muttered in his heart, and took a step and appeared from a thousand miles away at the sky above the city.

At this moment, the flood suddenly surged, the waves separated, and a monster dozens of feet long emerged. Its body was like a snake, with four legs, and its head was small, like a dragon!

The dragon's mouth opened, and the water surged into the air, turning into a whirlpool, and wanted to swallow the exterior of the wide robe and big sleeves.

It turned out that a big demon was causing trouble! Meng Qi suddenly realized his heart. With a wave of his left hand, his cuffs opened, and the sky and the earth suddenly became dark. The victims trapped in the flood flew up one by one and threw themselves into his sleeves. There was no missing place where the flood flooded was left, only the dragon was left.

When the dragon saw the power of the great power of "Cank in the Sleeve", he knew that it was not good. When he twisted his body, he would drill into the depths of the river.

Meng Qi had an extra colorful fairy sword in his right hand and slashed it gently.

Bang!

The dragon just entered the water but seemed to have hit an iron plate. It felt dizzy in its head. Then it felt like the voids around it were stacked on its body, like cages and shackles, which made it so much that it could not breathe. It used all its strength and used many magical powers, but could not break free.

"Great Immortal, Immortal!" Jiaolong's eyes turned and suddenly begged for mercy.

Meng Qi looked at the mess of the city below, felt the passing of many lives, and said calmly: "When they prayed for life, you didn't seem to listen."

Jiaolong heard that Meng Qi was very murderous and knew that begging for mercy was useless. He snorted coldly: "I am the mount of the great wise monk in Hanchan Temple. He sneaked out of the temple while he was in seclusion, so he accidentally made this mistake. I have to deal with it. I have the law enforcement monk in Hanchan Temple coming forward. You don't need to interfere with me. Could it be that you want to offend Hanchan Temple?"

"The Great Wisdom Holy Monk is a disciple of Maitreya Buddha, one of the four great holy monks in the real world. If you want to kill me, you have to consider the consequences!"

He quietly crushed a collar.

Meng Qi smiled and said without a smile: "Maitreya Buddha is the Buddha who saves the world. He is compassionate, so how can he support you, the monster who harms the world?"

Seeing that Meng Qi's will was unshakable, Jiaolong shuddered and said hurriedly: "Maitreya Buddha doesn't care, but the great wise monk will care. Last time I stole into the world, my blood and food was incalculable, he also asked me back and punished me to face the wall and think about it for a hundred years... You, you, what do you want to do?"

Meng Qi was too lazy to listen anymore and planned to take action.

At this moment, the clear light of the void glazed light flashed, and a white lotus emerged and slowly bloomed, turning into a lotus platform. On it was a little novice monk with red lips and white teeth but strong breath sat upright.

As soon as the little novice monk appeared, he shouted loudly: "See mercy by the donor!"

When he saw the little shaman, the dragon seemed to see his relatives, pretending to cry bitterly: "Senior Brother Haijing, save me quickly! He wants to kill me!"

Xiao Sha Mi Hai Jing looked stern and pointed at Zeguo Road below: "Look at how good you have done, and I don't know how many sins you have cared for. This time I can't make up for it. I am the first monk to let you go!"

He turned to look at Meng Qi, sighed and said, "This donor, it is the mount of my great wise monk in Hanchan Temple. It was a demon king who had previously caused trouble for the sake of one side. It was difficult to tame wildness, so he made mistakes repeatedly. Alas, it was because Hanchan Temple was not strict in discipline and was very guilty, so he let him sneak out of the temple. Please hand him over to me and take him back to the temple. Strictly discipline it so that it dared not do evil again."

"Just strictly discipline? Is this person dead in vain?" Hongshui faded, and Meng Qi pointed to the mess below with expressionless expression.

The little shami sea mirror said "Amitabha": "The dead are gone, and it is still a living creature. How can the donor harm a life in order to retaliate?"

"I, Hanchan Temple, will hold a water and land Dharma Assembly here to save those who died in vain and allow them to enter the Pure Land early. And it will also do good deeds and accumulate virtues with a useful body to make up for its sins. Isn't it better to kill it directly?"

"That's it!" Jiaolong nodded frequently, and Senior Brother Hai Jing was indeed sharp-tongued.

Meng Qi pondered for a moment and asked, "Isn't it the first time it has sneaked out of the temple?"

"Yes, it's my fault in Hanchan Temple. I will be punished strictly in the future." Hai Jing said frankly, repeating the previous meaning.

Meng Qi suddenly smiled:

"I'll teach you again and again. I'll teach you Hanchan Temple well, I'll teach you for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xianjian with his right hand shook. The void cage around the dragon suddenly tightened and narrowed.

"Save..." The dragon had only had time to shout, and was crushed into a pool of meat paste by layers of voids. The remaining obsessions were reverberated, with disbelief and shock.

He actually didn't give Hanchan Temple any face!

If you don’t give face to Hanchan Temple, you don’t give face to the great wise monk. If you don’t give face to the great wise monk, you don’t give face to the Maitreya Buddha!

Hai Jing took action a half-step slower, but failed to stop it in time, and his heart rippled. Anger appeared in his eyes: "You, you are so cruel, and you don't have any compassion!"

"It has become a dead person. I recite the scriptures of salvation several times and do good deeds and accumulate virtues. Isn't it possible to make up for the same kind of compassion?" Meng Qi smiled and said with a smile, and reciprocating with the words before the sea mirror.

"You, you!" Hai Jing couldn't speak for a moment.

Meng Qi continued: "Is it because my little master wants to punish someone, how can he take revenge on a living life for the deceased?"

Hai Jing restrained her expression and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said, "The donor is too determined to kill and likes to use violence to fight violence. Why not go back to Hanchan Temple with me and face the wall for ten years to eliminate this anger?"

"The little master is in love." Meng Qi shook his head and smiled. Seeing the flood faded, his sleeves opened, and figures flew out and fell lightly into the city. "Look, saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist tupa. I don't know how many heavy Buddhist tupas have to protect them and eliminate their anger. How can I face the wall?"

Hai Jing said in a deep voice: "It's unreasonable!"

"I have tried to make a fuss about it? Why can't someone who is not a Buddhist sect fight against violence?" Meng Qi sneered, "I have seen Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even Great Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. They are not very taller than you, and have never said similar words to me. You can go back and ask the great wise monk for advice and talk again."

After saying that, Meng Qi stepped on somersault clouds and flashed out of the city area, continuing the journey of finding Jiang Xinyuan. Hai Jing saw that he easily subdued the dragon and knew that his strength was not something he could compete with, his face changed for a while and left in disappointment.

After several days of searching and observing the changes in the qi of heaven and earth, Meng Qi finally found the source of Jiang Xinyuan, used the secret technique left by Emperor Zhenwu, went deep into the bottom of the river, and opened the entrance.

Meng Qi was not greedy, so as not to seriously damage the historical process. He looked at the source of the river where the mysterious water flowed, and left a secret causal connection at the entrance. Once someone entered, he could immediately sense it and immediately descend from the air.

After exiting Jiang Xinyuan, Meng Qi flew out of the river, suddenly his heart moved and took a step back.

One step is a thousand miles.

Seven monks appeared in front of them, the head of which was the sea mirror, and the other six monks had hidden skin color. They were not Arhats, but were Bodhisattvas.

"The great wise monk asked the donor to go back to Hanchan Temple to have a lecture." Hai Jing said loudly.

The six Bodhisattvas and Arhats each opened their right hands and held a fragment of a golden talisman in their palms. Each fragment had a word on it, written in Sanskrit:

"Ommani Bame Hum"!

Six-character mantra? Meng Qi felt a sudden heart and suddenly felt that things were not as simple as the surface.

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At the entrance of Chunyangzi's tomb, three lights fell, the overlord's body was angrily enchanted, taking the lead, Guldo and Su Daji followed closely behind.

With a knife, the entrance opened and the overlord was about to move forward, and suddenly he took a quick step because there was a gray-haired old man sitting cross-legged in front of the Broken Dragon Stone of the Mausoleum. He did not have the momentum of being a man who could not open his arms, but that kind of concentration and piety made people feel palpitations.

"Not bad..." The Overlord whispered, and a smile appeared on Guldor's face. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!