The summer is hot, and the hot wind blows the dry ground. The dead grass mixed with sand sways gently. The flying insects climbing up the tip of the grass spread their wings and shake. In an instant, smoke and dust roll. After the dust dissipates, the dead grass and the flying insects step into the soil together with the flying insects.

In front of the raised dust, the old donkey ran wildly with his tongue hanging from his mouth. In the shaking bookshelf compartment, the Toad Taoist patted the rope around his waist, opened the small door and poked his head and shouted upwards:

"Liangsheng, where is this going?!"

The sound exit was covered by the passing wind. The Toad Taoist looked at the sky parallel to it. Lu Liangsheng held the hilt of the sword. The entire body of Yuelong Sword was bright, and the wind around him brought a roar.

In the gale, the robe was waving and the scholar vaguely heard the voice of the master below, and then flashed away. Looking at the old donkey dragging a long string of lightning below, Lu Liangsheng leaned against the hilt of the sword in his hand, and Yuelong's sword was in a sympathetic heart, tilted downward and fell straight to the ground.

The steps splashed dust, and the smoke and dust dissipated. Yuelong, who exuded the sword intent, buzzed and whispered on the side. Lu Liangsheng turned around, and the old donkey was suddenly slammed. His hooves pressed against the ground and slid out half a foot, forcing a thick pile of soil. The bookshelf on his back swayed, and the small door slammed open. A black shadow dragged the rope and fell out of the door, hanging in the air and swayed for a few times.

"That's his mother..."

The toad untied the rope around his waist, slammed it on the ground with a loud bang, quickly got up and looked around, patted the dust on his body, carried his webbed, and walked to his apprentice.

"Liangsheng, when you are in the northwest, why bother with that master? Why be so anxious? The teacher hasn't eaten yet..."

In front, the old donkey turned his long face, and the toad Taoist slapped the donkey's hooves with the webbing, scolding him: "What's the point!" The old donkey blinked his big eyes, squirted at him, and grinned and screamed twice.

In the bookshelf, black smoke emerged, Mu Qiyou swirled her skirt and came outside, opened her red lips and exhaled, stretched her waist comfortably, and then rushed over and hugged Lu Liangsheng firmly, rubbing it around in his arms.

"Old demon, what are you doing so quickly? I almost can't catch up."

Lu Liangsheng moved her back to stand. Seeing the master who was surrounded by webbed faces on the ground, he waved his hand and patted the donkey's head, "Why are you making trouble with my master?"

When Li Sui'an came back, Shelong came up panting, pulled the reins, cast a spell to shrink the ground into an inch, and led the old donkey and said while walking.

"When I went to the palace to meet the saint, I suddenly sensed that there was a sudden gathering of spiritual energy in the northwest, and there was vague Buddha power. I guess it was the old monk Zhenkong who was included in the painting by Master Wuyuan. No matter whether the master resisted the disaster or had other plans, I would be at ease after a look. If I could still rescue the old monk, it would be the best."

Monk Zhenkong is dedicated to subduing demons and eliminating demons. He is also stubborn and Huo Lie, and he is obsessed with his master. But after all, the other party is not wrong. If he has the chance, he still hopes to rescue him.

The toad, who had seen his disciple vent his anger on his behalf, heard that he wanted to save the old monk, his face became heavy again.

"I haven't even eaten yet... a bad guy."

Touching his round belly, hummed, jumped onto the rope hanging from the bookshelf, climbed into the bookshelf compartment, and closed the small door with a loud bang.

Li Sui'an, who was following the old donkey, slapped the scabbard with excitement.

"Finally have a chance to fight!"

The Wuman wizard who was next to him nodded silently, looking at the Great Sui State Master walking in front of him. He didn't help him last time. If he helped this time, he would definitely recommend him to the emperor. With the support of the Central Plains, Wuman's own country can have.

When Lu Liangsheng heard his disciple's words, he did not laugh. He loosened the reins and pinched his fingers and kept counting ahead. While sensing that the spiritual energy became stronger and stronger, he also guided him in the right direction.

‘Wujiangshan...that direction!’

His eyes swept across the desolate mountains around him, stretching out in a undulating state, looking further west, urging the two apprentices behind him to speed up their journey.

Following the direction of the three people and one donkey, behind the mountains, birds sang and rolled, flapping their wings and flew through the forest in groups, and landing on another mountain.

Between lush lands in this Taoist temple, the last ginseng fruit fell from the big tree, and the red light surrounding the ground gradually converged, forming magic circles. If Lu Liangsheng were here, he would definitely know that it was the mysterious magic circle he saw with the head of Chengyun Sect that day in the north.

There are as many as five now.

"Uhhhh... the evil demon said crookedly!! The fruit condensed into a baby. How many people did you use as blood and nutrients?!"

The old monk who was half kneeling on the ground struggled, his snow-white beard opened angrily, and the rope snakes were shaking on his body, tense, staring at the direction of his angrily. Master Wuyuan raised his face slightly, looked at the lush tree cage, and did not speak, but just swung the whisk, and the rope snakes sank down, pulling the old monk who was struggling back to the ground.

The turbulent Buddha power continued to extend underground along the rope snake. The five magic arrays that had originally faded the red light suddenly outlined the golden Buddha energy, which lit up with the red light, and conflicted.

"Dongkong, don't struggle. Since you are obsessed with subduing demons, how can you waste such pure Buddhism? It should be used in practice."

Master Wuyuan slowly closed his eyes and called out "Qingfeng!" and handed the whisk in his hand to the Taoist boy who stepped forward, and pinched out two different magic tricks with both hands.

Between the white and long beards, her lips opened softly: "Get up!"

The magic tricks were stretched out from both sleeves, and two faint green spirit aura winded away. The five magic circles suddenly surged up, and the red light instantly swallowed the Buddha's power and turned scarlet, forming a spike of light buds.

"Swallowing Spirit...What kind of demon formation is this..."

Just in the terrified gaze of the struggling old monk Zhenkong, the condensed buds were like blooming lotus flowers, and scarlet light columns soared into the sky. The barrier placed in Wujiang Mountain suddenly rippled five ripples. Then, the barrier shattered and broke open, rushing straight towards the sky.

.........

Between the rustling branches and leaves, the trees were swaying, and the cage was shaking, and a tall and fat monk rushed over with a string of Buddhist beads on his chest.

"Master——"

The sound echoed in the mountains like a copper bell, squeezing a big tree blocking the road. Fajing rushed to the hill ahead. Just as he followed the Buddha's power that disappeared in a flash, a red light suddenly appeared in the afterglow. The copper ring on his earlobe swung, and he suddenly turned his head and saw five beams of light rushing into the sky.

"Master!"

Fa Jing was stunned for a moment, and reacted, running wildly towards the mountain, crossed the mountain here, jumped into the sky with a bang, drifting through a long arc, and landed in front of the mountain that had never been seen before.

Before he could take a few steps, he saw a fat figure in front of him, carrying a rake and looking up at the mountain. When he approached, he saw the other party's long mouth, fangs and black hair and steel mane, and couldn't help but frown. He was familiar with the demonic aura on the other party, and had seen this demon from Lu Liangsheng.

‘Fellow Daoist... is here too?’

On the other side, the figure carrying a rake was Zhu Gangli, who had come one earlier. He clenched his itchy nostrils and turned around and saw the monk walking straight to the mountain in front of him. He raised his long mouth in a muffled voice.

"Don't go, you can't beat it."

“…”

Fajing ignored him and still strides forward. Thinking of the master who was still imprisoned in the hands of the man, his feet became more firm. However, a rake fell down in front of him and stopped him.

The Pig Demon did not let him go in alone.

"I, an old pig, may not be able to win, even more so, don't waste your life."

In the mountains where red light columns rose, the tree cage that looked like a canopy was illuminated by red light. Master Wuyuan, who raised his hands, maintained this magic power, slightly turned his face, closed his eyes and ordered the Taoist boy behind him.

"Two uninvited guests came outside and went to send them away. One of them, beware of his weapons and don't be touched."

“Yes, Master.”

Soon, a man and a demon who were still arguing at the foot of the mountain heard a tender voice ringing on a large rock in front of him.

"You two, please leave quickly, otherwise my master will let me fight with you. I'm very awesome!"
Chapter completed!