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Song Xuan pulled himself together and left Xu Ruda crying her heart out. First, he had to think of a way to save these monks. After asking around, he found out the fate that the monks were facing. He opened his mouth wide, "Vicious, really vicious!" The court ordered them to have two choices: those monks who were willing to return to vulgarity would be sent to the frontier to toil for ten years; those who insisted on being monks would be castrated and sent to the palace to serve the emperor. In any case, they were not married and had children, so there was no need for the precious thing. Tomorrow morning they would decide, but no matter which way they chose, they would all die. No wonder all the monks looked like a disaster was about to befall them. Time was of the essence, and with his current cultivation level, it would not be difficult for him to rescue the monks. It would be difficult for him to let them escape from the pursuit of the soldiers after escaping, and that kind of trick would not last long if he did not have the energy of the crystal.

He recalled that there were many evil methods inside the storage ring, so he took out the jade slip and looked through it carefully. A line of words appeared in his eyes, "The Great Desolation" was written: It can control time and space, pass days, months, years, and even tens of millions of years.

Next were the chants. It turned out to be a spell that could allow time to quickly move forward or retreat. He had an idea. He thought that as long as he created a barrier here to cast spells on the monks, they would grow their hair after a couple of years. That way, they could sneak into the commoners after they escaped. Although it would reduce their lifespan, it was still worth it to exchange one to two years of lifespan for a lifetime of freedom. After his thoughts had settled, he set up a barrier around himself, isolating this place from the outside world. Then, he announced his plan to the monks. In order to intimidate the crowd, he even revealed his true appearance, indicating that he came to save the people.

In the face of a crisis, all of the monks would listen to him. Now that their lives were almost up, Song Xuan could do whatever he wanted. Other than that crazy monk who shouted, "Making him grow old all of a sudden, he'll grow many wrinkles!" However, as he spoke, he still moved into the barrier and sat down. After obtaining everyone's consent, he used the technique in a trance, but after making a small mistake, he originally wanted to use it for a year or two, but did not expect that just as he formed the incantation, the time flew by like a waterfall, and in the blink of an eye, the monks' hair had grown out as long as grass. He hurriedly stopped, at this time, ten years had already passed, the originally fifty to sixty year old monks suddenly became old, their robust faces had also grown wrinkles, and the crazy monk also collapsed onto the ground, actually died! Maybe he didn't have ten years of life left.

Song Xuan regretted in his heart. He now knew what it meant to have an endless sea, to be able to lift light as one pleased, and to be able to cast spells from the smallest details to show the brilliance. It seemed like he still had a lot of things he needed to learn.

Moreover, he could take someone else's life just by a little carelessness. It seemed that he had to consider carefully before casting the spell in the future. Upon seeing the person killed, the other monks started to distrust Song Xuan as well, causing a commotion.

However, he couldn't care so much anymore. He used his spiritual force to attack the guards outside through the metal door. The guards came to open the door absentmindedly, and they all passed out. He did the same thing to the soldiers outside and left the prison without any obstructions. Afterwards, he gave the monks a temporary disguise spell so that they could sometimes change out of their monastic robes.

When he finally breathed in the free air, Song Xuan looked up at the sky, which was full of stars, and suddenly felt very frustrated. He had finally rescued these monks, but did he save them or did he harm them? When he returned to the mountain and buried the old monk, Song Xuan was already dizzy from the exhaustion. Just as he wanted to lie down, Xu Ruda pushed him on the side and said, "Big Brother, you're so amazing. Go save the seniors of the Heavenly Note Temple!"

What? You want him to save those monks? Who cares if they die! Who would care about these trivial matters? Song Xuan shouted hatefully: "What are you doing! Do you think I'm a god? There were so many monks under the heavens, how could I possibly save them all? I am not a monk, nor am I a vegetarian. However, XuRuda continued to pester him and said, "Big Brother, saving a person's life is like creating a Level 7 Pagoda. What you encounter is fate. If I don't save you when you are about to die, that would be harming their lives!" Which ghost did I kill? I, Song Xuan, have never harmed anyone since I was young.

Song Xuan gritted his teeth as he shouted these words that he had always felt were reasonable. However, when he suddenly thought about the thin monk that he had killed today, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt. As if responding to his thoughts, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from the forest behind him, and the thin monk's chuckle also floated over.

"I died such a miserable death …" "Hurry and compensate me with my life." The ghost wailed with an extremely mournful sound. The leaves in the forest also began to sway back and forth. It was dark and terrifying.

Beside him, Xu Lu Da looked like he couldn't bear it anymore and quickly recited the Sutra of the Transcendence, "Ghost master, you had better leave early and reincarnate, don't forget the events of your past life anymore, the sinners will be punished, die in peace, don't care too much about it! "Amitabha."

F * ck, what kind of overreaching scripture was this? Song Xuan was angry to the point that his teeth were itching, but the guilt in his heart was growing deeper and deeper. He grabbed onto the sand by the lakeside, and pinched deeper and deeper, until he suddenly shouted out loud and raised his hand, and forcefully pinched the sand in his hand, causing it to leak out between his fingers.

Landing back on the ground, he raised his hand and scattered the remaining sand in the direction of the ghost in the forest, cursing loudly: "You damned ghost, quickly scram! If it wasn't for me saving you, you bastards would have all turned into eunuchs! Since you made a move, I won't regret it. If you have the ability, then don't sit in the formation and let your grandpa use the spell! Now, go back to hell, and die bravely! "

Actually, this was the first time Song Xuan had wrongly killed someone. Although he pretended not to care, he already had a knot in his heart. When he didn't save the monk from the Heavenly Note Temple earlier, he had deliberately avoided it.

But if he didn't dare face it, then the longer he buried it in his heart, the harder it would be for him to cultivate in the future. Now that this thin monk had come out to pressure him, Song Xuan was able to figure out the reasoning behind it. From then on, he would be free and unfettered, and he would no longer be a burden to Song Xuan. The skinny monk's ghostly voice suddenly turned into candid laughter. In a blink of an eye, the monk was already lying beside him on the beach, leaning his head on Xuruda's leg, proudly waving a fan in one hand and picking at his feet with the other.

Xu Ruda screamed out loud. She was so scared that she wanted to push him away, but then she suddenly cried out, "You, you, Ghost Master, why do you have a shadow?" Then he touched him with his hand and shouted, "Wow, you're still warm! It's good for you to be a ghost as well. "

Song Xuan was originally smart, and with his superior perception after his spiritual cultivation, he immediately understood that this monk's actions were unpredictable. Bi Ming was definitely a master in the outside world, and it seemed that he had been tricked. A legend from hundreds of years ago flashed through his mind. With his similar attire and behavior, he was able to immediately guess who this monk was. Logically speaking, he should be asking for advice now, but he rushed over, pulled the monk to the ground, stepped on one of his feet and said angrily, "You monk, are you that crazy Buddha? You think you're amazing, right? Since you are so powerful, why didn't you just save your bastards and also implicate your grandpa? Do you think using someone else's life as a joke is just because of your sense of humor? Let me teach you a lesson for being disrespectful and disrespectful! "

The crazy monk probably did not expect Song Xuan to beat him up again. He wailed and begged for mercy, but Song Xuan only stopped because he was beaten black and blue. He sat on the side angrily, and the monk screamed as he lifted the monk's hat.

He got up and rubbed his waist, saying, "Heavens, I, Lu Yuan, was trying to show off but was actually bullied to such an extent. Oh my god, how pitiful I am for my old bones!"

Upon hearing the report, Xueruda shouted and ran to help Lu Yuan up. Lu Yuan looked up expectantly, waiting for a confession of worship. However, a fat finger poked his forehead as he said, "Are you a living Buddha? Then why not? Why didn't you save him when his master died? "You are too irresponsible!"

Song Xuan was not afraid of the heavens and the earth. Xu Lu Da was ignorant and ill-informed, and he did not respect Lu Yuan at all. Upon encountering these two treasures, Lu Yuan was dumbfounded. He scolded, "Hey, you two stinking brats, do you think it's so easy to be a living Buddha? Do you really want to do whatever you want? You can save anyone you want? What a joke, everyone has a destiny. That old monk's life should be like this, what can I do about it? If it wasn't for the heavens messing with me and the fact that I was about to become a bridegroom yet somehow became the reincarnation of the Arhat, do you think that I would want to be this crazy Lu Yuan monk? The fate of those people is not in my hands. Forget it, I will not argue with you juniors anymore.

This monk looked a little lonely. There shouldn't be any problems, right? This was different from the legendary Lu Yuan! Song Xuan and Xu Ruda stared wide-eyed. Lu Yuan jumped up and said, "You two little fellows are quite interesting. I'll look for you to play in the future. When the time comes, I must rush to the Heavenly Note Temple." The two of you must have had a calamity tonight, since you two are going to be in the dark. Take this Big Grief Sword and you can save your lives once! Pity that my old monk stayed there for two years and asked me to come on stage no matter what happens. Brat, let me remind you, do not try to stand out in the future, especially these lazy monks who only know how to ask for blessings from Buddha, the more you do for them, the more you'll count on you in the end. If you don't appear once, you will start chanting and sneezing, and if you want to get a good night's sleep, it won't be easy at all.

As he spoke, a toothpick suddenly appeared in Song Xuan's hand, and their mouths opened even wider. Lu Yuan's figure suddenly streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, heading west, and he could even faintly hear Song Xuan laughing loudly, "Once you finish your last trip, you'll be free and unfettered. Amitabha, go to hell! In the future, I don't need to bother about this world for you anymore!" This place was very close to Tian Zhu, so they had to travel along the Mai Ling Ancient Road for less than an hour. Just when they had decided, Song Xuan suddenly sensed movement on the Mai Ling Ancient Road, and was unable to see anything in the dark night. He sent out his Spiritual Sense to investigate, and discovered that there was a troop of soldiers and horses approaching from the east, heading towards the west. Not bad, it's still not too late to follow them!

Song Xuan and Liu Yi had escaped into the mountains. They didn't know the direction in the dark night, so they were afraid that when the soldiers caught up with them, they would only pick up the forest paths and burrow into them. The two of them were sweating profusely and when they peeped through the gaps in the leaves, they would be too exhausted to even take a single step. The young monk was the first to fall down. He laid on the ground and gnawed on the grass as he lamented, "Big, big brother, I really can't run anymore. Why don't we take a rest first?" From what I see, that official's benefactor doesn't look like a bad person. If you capture us, we'll definitely provide food for the prison. The deputy commander who forced us to confess last time fed us well. I'm so hungry that my stomach has already shrunk. After feeding us to the point where we're full, brother will throw a piece of paper to save everyone and then go to the city to buy some steamed buns to carry them along the way.

Song Xuan's big foot stepped on his bald head and it hurt so much that the young monk cried out. Song Xuan scolded: "You are a pig! He only knew how to eat! I've always been curious, now there are starving people everywhere, where did you come from, raised so white and fat, if you keep nagging I'll slaughter you, laozi hasn't eaten meat in a long time. By the way, Little Da Zi, where is your hometown? Didn't I say that I will send you back? "