Subconsciously, everyone looked in the direction where the sound came.

From afar, I saw Bailikai wearing a Taoist robe with a ill-fitting body, casually tied a Taoist bun on his head, fixed with a crooked wooden hairpin, and two old Taoist priests with obvious differences in the same pair of rambling shoes under his feet. The old Taoist priest with crescent hair and a young face came from a distance.

The Taoist priest was in Bai Kaiwai at the beginning, and the next moment when everyone looked at him, he had already crossed most of the distance.

In the blink of an eye, there was no movement. The old Taoist had already arrived in front of everyone.

"you"

Looking at the old Taoist who was unknown and unable to see through his cultivation, he felt that he seemed very powerful. The Great Saint looked alert and held the golden cudgel tightly in his hand.

However

"Oh, my miserable disciple, why are you dead like that!"

Before the Great Saint could finish a question, the old Taoist priest suddenly appeared on the edge of the soft golden silk, and sat on the edge of the soft golden silk. The old Taoist priest held Tang Sanzang's tender face, rubbed it hard, and cried sadly.

The crying sound, if there was any sadness on his face, if there was a tear falling from his eyes, the Great Sage almost believed him, he was really sad.

However, the old Taoist did not care about other people's reactions at all.

Holding Tang Sanzang's face as if no one was around, the old Taoist continued to cry.

"A disciple, you are less than one year old, so I am at the river and snatch you from the turtle's mouth.

For eighteen years, I have been feeding you with shit and urine, and I pointing at you to support you to see you off and see you.

How can you say it's gone?

If you do this, wouldn’t it be that the teacher will send a black message to the teacher but not the person who sends it!”

After saying that, he looked at Tang Sanzang's shiny big bald head. The old Taoist priest seemed to think it was inappropriate to say so, and then changed his words temporarily.

Great Sage: ""

Second senior brother: ""

Bodhisattvas: ""

You are old, can you cry later?

You came here so suddenly that we were caught off guard.

And, are you sad or happy?

Why are you crying so badly, and why is there an uncontrollable smile on your face?

If you look at your expressions just, those who don’t know will think that your apprentice is very happy if you die.

besides

Isn’t Tang Sanzang a monk? How could his master be a Taoist priest? Are you a fake Taoist priest?

Su Luo, who had no idea that his identity as a fake Taoist priest had been discovered, was still holding Tang Sanzang's name as mourning, but actually for inspection.

After checking carefully, he found that his apprentice was not struck by the idiot Dutian Divine Thunder, and even a piece of hair and a piece of dead skin were not chopped off. However, after being slashed, Su Luo breathed a long sigh.

It's okay! It's okay!

Although he was dead, at least he had no loss of hair or skin.

If the God of Heavenly Thunder did not have eyes and killed his disciples, he also destroyed this magic pill that he had knocked him down, and how much blood he had eaten after taking his immortal fruit roots could make people immortal, then he would lose a lot in this wave.

After all, although he successfully attracted the will of the world, the other party was almost instantly afraid this time, and his gains were completely impossible to keep up with the efforts to create Tang Sanzang's treasure body.

Now that he saw that he had not lost money, Su Luo felt relieved.

After rest assured, Su Luo let go of Tang Sanzang's "corpse" and stood up from the bed.

"If I don't believe it, how can I say that my disciple who has been raising for eighteen years be gone?

How could a white-haired man send him off without sending him?

How could my disciple let Tianshou go?"

As he murmured, the aura of the old Taoist priest suddenly changed.

At that moment, even the Taoist decorations that were not too late to match on his body after returning from Chaos could not hide his fairy style.

In a undressed Taoist robe, Wufeng automatically, Su Luo slowly raised his head and looked at the sky with a squint at the forty-five degrees. His expression was filled with indescribable domineering and free and easy manner.

A head of white hair fluttered in the wind, and the old Taoist priest slowly raised his hands, crossing a mysterious trajectory on his chest, as if he was using some kind of heaven-defying secret technique.

Then

After making forty-nine handprints, the old Taoist priest paused slightly.

At that moment, both the three great Bodhisattvas, the three disciples and the Holy Mother of Mount Li subconsciously held their breath and stared at the old Taoist priest tightly, wanting to see what kind of secret technique he had used.

However

Before the magic came, they waited for the old Taoist priest to mutter.

"How do you make the handprints below?"

"puff!"

At that moment, seven sounds of vomiting blood were heard.

While vomiting blood, the few people saw the old Taoist priest shook his head and stopped the sealing action.

Wave the hand that was so tired that it was just now, put down the left hand, raised his right hand and pointed to the void, and gently spit out four words from his mouth.

"Three Ways. Forget the River!"

Swish!

The next moment, a river connecting the yin and yang realms emerged from the void, with no origin or end.

There are endless dry bones in the river, and there are endless undead on the river surface sighing and wailing. They floated out of the water and were instantly torn into the water by other undeads, biting and eating.

Even the Bodhisattvas who are used to seeing big scenes can’t help but be slightly shocked.

This river looks like the Forgetful River in the underworld.

However, as a Bodhisattva, anyone who has never seen Wangchuan, is absolutely not as scary as Wangchuan in the underworld.

They even felt that even with their current Taiyi and Daluo's cultivation level, they could not escape the fate of death and elimination.

And such a river was summoned out of the four gentle words of the old Taoist priest who looked like a fake Taoist priest.

Who is this old Taoist priest?

So terrifying, why do you seem to have never heard of his reputation among the three realms?

Wait a minute!

The three great Bodhisattvas looked at each other, and a legend broke out in their minds.

Twenty years ago, the Buddha was beaten by a Taoist priest of unknown origin and robbed the twelve-grade golden lotus.

Twenty years ago, Zhenyuan Daxian was holding a ginseng fruit party at Wuzhuangguan. He was hit on the back of the head by a marble shoe falling from the sky and fell into a coma, leaving a ginseng fruit.

Twenty years ago, the Taoist ancestor refining the Eight Scenery Palace, and before he left for 81 days, the Taoist boy entered the alchemy room to look for his master, but saw a big bag on his forehead, with a hideous head and a sweet sleep.

Twenty years ago

Thinking of some legends that have only been circulated on a small scale that have never been believed, I saw this terrifying Taoist priest who did not know his identity but was powerful.

The three great Bodhisattvas looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, looking very secretive.

The Buddha said: You cannot say it! You cannot say it!

It will be fatal if you say it!

Of course, this is not the point.

Just when the three great Bodhisattvas were so scared by their own guesses that they practiced silent meditation, they saw a black dot on the top of their heads, which was left in the void, with no origin and no end.

The black shop instantly crossed endless distances and slowly magnified in everyone's eyes.

When they arrived near, everyone could see clearly that it turned out to be a black boat exuding a rotten smell.

The boat's tent is dilapidated, and it is not known whether it is damaged by external forces or decayed in the long river of time, giving people a sense of depression of destruction and death.

The boat sailed slowly from far to near, but it suddenly came closer.

Knowing that the hull was completely reflected in everyone's eyes, several people saw clearly that there was a person standing on the bow of the small boat.

No, it shouldn't be said to be human.

To be more precise, it should be a skeleton with even bones emitting black luster and a rotten atmosphere.

The skeleton was wearing a black cloak. I don’t know what kind of ups and downs the cloak had experienced, giving people a sense of destruction that a gust of wind could turn it into ashes.

But when worn on the black skull, the black cloak gives people the horror illusion that a piece of clothing can make them all funeral.

No

That's not an illusion!

Guanyin Bodhisattva, who has the most powerful cultivation of the three great Bodhisattvas, warned himself in his heart.

That feeling of facing death is definitely not an illusion.
To be continued...