After passing through the demon dance on the second floor just now, Ku He has already become deeply wary of this place.

When the black clouds rose and it was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, he swung his Zen staff horizontally in front of him, uttered mantras, and radiated spiritual power in all directions.

"There are laws and illegalities, there are appearances and non-appearances, accept, uphold and recite, and all demons will be eliminated!"

The lips moved, and the mantra turned into golden light and poured out, driving away the darkness and illuminating a bright path.

At the same time, he discovered that the white light coming from another direction covered and submerged the darkness like a wave. It was irresistible with a tyrannical and decisive force, and it was flat!

Such a domineering technique!

Ku He was amazed, and subconsciously took a few steps back to make way for the white light.

When the king of gods arrived, Wan Fang knelt down and worshiped, there was no way to cross the road, and no way to compete for its glory!

A sword appeared in Ku He's field of vision, and the light emitted by the sword body was enough to make any dark demons shy away.

Then, the master holding the sword gradually revealed his figure in the dazzling sea of ​​light.

It is Jiufang Changming.

He looked indifferent, like a **** who descended from the sky to slay demons and eliminate demons, watching the rise and fall of the world with joy and joy.

As if infected, Ku He's expression and mentality also became solemn and solemn, breathing lightly, for fear of offending.

He approached to look at the object in the opponent's hand.

The cornucopia that made waves and nearly got out of control just now is quietly lying in his palm, as cute and soft as a sleeping baby.

"Senior sealed it?"

"No, it's just to dispel the devilish energy on its surface. I want to try it."

what to try?

Chang Ming didn't answer the obvious question on Ku He's face.

He went downstairs with the cornucopia, returning from the eighth floor to the first floor.

The **** statue was still sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform when they came in, with a half smile, holding a bead in one hand, and dragging the void upward with the other hand.

Seeing this, Ku He thought about it.

Before he could catch the exact thought, Chang Ming had already put the cornucopia on the lifting hand.

Yes!

Ku He suddenly realized.

He explained it by holding the void with his hand, which is naturally possible, but he always felt that it was incompatible with this Eight Treasures Langhuan Pagoda.

The Buddha statue of Xutianzang holding the void in his hand is to let the latecomers explore the yin and yang of the universe, but here is the tower of the imperial capital, to pray for the well-being of ordinary people in the world, and for those who seek fame and fortune. Listen, it is undoubtedly playing the piano to the cow, and enlightening people with predestined relationship must be done in a way that people with predestined relationship can understand. Here, the Dharma image of the void is far inferior to the Dharma image holding a treasure basin in hand.

This complies with the original construction purpose of the Langhuan Pagoda!

The cornucopia was held flat on the hand by the **** statue, and its brilliance dazzled, and the face of the **** statue also became more radiant, making it more benevolent and unpredictable.

Ku He looked at the statue and smiled, his eyebrows were vivid and lifelike.

No, not lifelike, he was alive!

Xutianzang Buddha, who had been sitting for many years, actually smiled at Kuhe, and the smile faded away in a moment, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, breaking people's hearts.

"Ku He, do you know your mistake?"

There seems to be a heavy hammer in the heart.

He regained his composure, vaguely aware that this might be an illusion, or that the undecided demon was at work again.

"Since I entered Buddhism, my disciple has a firm heart of Buddha. He has never given up halfway, never bullied the weak, and never done anything against his conscience. The sun and the moon can be seen, and the gods and Buddhas will observe together!"

The Buddha Xu Tianzang smiled deeply, as if he was laughing at him for lying.

"What about before entering Buddhism?"

Ku He said in a deep voice: "There is a saying in Buddhism that put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Since a murderer can enlighten and cleanse his sins, so can I."

The Buddha Xutianzang suddenly shouted: "Sophistry! Although you didn't kill anyone, you acted like a murderer. Your brother and sister-in-law's family was ruined because of you. You escaped into Buddhism just to escape. You have never thought about it for so many years. You always thought that your cultivation The deeper you are, the higher your status in Qingyun Temple, you can cover up what you did in the past, but you never thought that no matter how you practice, the mistakes you made are irreparable. Those who died because of you are more direct than you. It would be even more miserable to kill them with a butcher's knife!"

Kuhe was silent.

"What else can you say!"

"What else can you say!"

"Brother, I beg you, don't torment us!"

"Brother, I can give you whatever you want, except Awan. She is alone, do you understand?"

"What else can you say!"

…

Questions flashed like thunder and lightning, one after another, dizzying.

Memories flooded back.

Ku He took several steps back and sat down on the ground.

Sweat was pouring down like rain, and his face was ashen.

…

What Chang Ming saw was totally different from Ku He.

What he saw was his master.

The predecessor of the Jade Emperor Temple was the master of the temple, the person who handed the Jade Emperor Temple into his hands and urged him to carry forward the sect.

Chang Ming did make Jade Emperor Temple famous in the sect where there are so many masters in the world.

This reputation is based on his strength.

When Chang Ming left the Jade Emperor Temple, he gave the master of the temple to his younger brother, and the Taoist temple was silent for several years because of this, if not for Yun Weisi, the Jade Emperor Temple would still remain unknown.

But even so, after Yun Weisi went to Jiuchongyuan, the Jade Emperor Temple inevitably declined. It has not yet become a first-class sect, but has only been shining brightly in the sky like a shooting star.

From this point of view, Chang Ming did not live up to his master's entrustment.

Top sects cannot do without top masters, but if a sect wants to have a long history, it cannot be achieved by one person alone.

"You clearly promised, but you didn't keep it. Chang Ming, you boast that you promise everything, but you can't even fulfill your promise to your master."

The Jade Emperor looked at Chang Ming with a disappointed expression.

"If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have passed on the position of the Lord of the Temple to you that day."

"If you don't pass it on to me, there will be no one to pass it on to. The qualifications of the junior and younger brothers are mediocre, and they are reluctant to support them. In terms of love, I just reluctantly did it. If you want to mess with my mind and sneak in, you have to find a good candidate."

The corners of Chang Ming's mouth curled up slightly, looking at his master's face as if he was watching a joke.

"With this level of illusion, it's okay to deceive the common people outside, but if you want to deceive me..."

With a flick of the fingertips, a small cluster of white light fell, and the idol burned instantly, but after burning, the ancestor of the Jade Emperor Temple disappeared, and Zhou Ke replaced it.

One leg was bent and the other was crossed, his whole body was covered in blood and he was in a panic.

Locks of hair were attached to his forehead, and the dark blood had dried up, so Zhou Ke pursed his lips and leaned against the corner, opened his eyelids, glanced at Chang Ming, and then lowered them again.

"I'm dying, and you're finally here."

"I was going to save you, but they bloodbathed the Blood Sect and said that you were in Wanlian Buddha Land."

"Wanlian Buddha Land?" Zhou Ke smiled, breathing weakly, "When you go there, you can only see my dead body. I have been separated from my body and soul by them, and my soul is imprisoned here. I can't live or die."

Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "With your ability to see the lord of the Blood Sect in a dignified manner, you have been wiped out of your lair, and you are still unable to resist. If you were sure to be a teacher that day, how could you be reduced to where you are today?"

Zhou Ke's anger suddenly surged, and he spoke in an understatement.

"Seeing that the Blood Sect is here today, isn't it all because of you?! If you didn't meddle in your own business and go to investigate Wanshen Mountain, how could everything be like this? It's not enough for you to get in by yourself, and you have to implicate others!"

Chang Ming thought this was another illusion, at most it was more clever.

But Ke Ke's intense anger around his eyes made him a little uncertain.

Could it be that the fact that the other party was arrested and taken to Wanlian Buddha Land is true, but is it true that he was imprisoned here?

He walked over and held Zhou Ke's wrist.

It was warm, and the pulse was still beating slightly.

"How are you?"

Chang Ming instilled spiritual power, but was instantly repelled by the instinctive reaction of the opponent's body.

His heart sank.

This is not a good sign, as there is a folk saying called back to the light, the more intense Zhou Ke's physical rejection, the more it shows his weakness.

"Jiufang Changming, I have always hated you." Zhou Ke murmured.

"I know." Chang Ming was held back by his wrist, and he didn't break away, "Who did it, tell me, I'll avenge you."

Zhou Ke sneered, coughing unceasingly, blood sprayed on the back of Chang Ming's hands, scorching hot.

"Is that important? I want to avenge myself, and I don't need you."

"Okay, you don't need it." Chang Ming said like coaxing a child.

In his heart, Zhou Ke is always immature, the one who needs the most care among the four apprentices.

But back then, Chang Ming didn’t have the patience or time to coax children delicately and tenderly. He believed that everyone has their own sufferings, and the path of cultivation is even more cruel. It is also insulated from the monks.

So when Zhou Ke betrayed his teacher, he was indifferent, only contemptuous in his heart, thinking that Zhou Ke had cut off his back from now on, and had no other way but to go mad.

Things really went in the direction he expected.

Many years later, Chang Ming himself has experienced countless life-and-death struggles, his temperament has changed, and he finally began to reflect on his attitude towards Zhou Ke back then.

A master-student relationship would not have led to a dead end.

"Seeing the blood sect, it's all ruined." Zhou Ke closed his eyes and murmured.

Even though he founded the Demon Sect just now purely to fight against Master and prove that he can do it, but later, seeing the Blood Sect gradually became the place that everyone yearned for.

Although Zhou Ke is moody, he is a demon cultivator who is punished by the famous sect, but in the eyes of many demon cultivators, he is a mountain.

Just like Xu Jingxian, if she hadn't met the Blood Sect, she might still be living outside.

Therefore, she fears, respects and fears Zhou Ke.

Chang Ming sighed and pressed his shoulder.

"Seeing that the Blood Sect is destroyed, it can still be rebuilt."

"However, when a person dies, his spirit and soul are gone, and the gods are hard to save." Zhou Ke shed tears of blood, "They could have avoided all of this, as long as they didn't have you. Jiufang Changming, how many people have you killed, isn't it enough?"

He was powerless to climb onto Chang Ming's lapel, tightened it, and pulled it closer to him.

"You have caused so many troubles. If it weren't for you, seeing the Blood Sect wouldn't be like this. I..."

Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Ke's eyes were completely red, as if he had a thousand words to say, and his hatred was hard to describe.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face, he stared at Chang Ming.

"pass."

Chang Ming withdrew his hand from his chest. Slowly, he wiped the blood on his hand with the other's sleeve, carefully, not sparing even the crevices of his fingers.

"It's not my fault that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Why should I forcefully confess? Also, Zhou may not have such a temperament. He won't complain about himself and ramble about missing his blood-seeing sect. An eye for an eye, instead of complaining to his master like a resentful woman before dying."

He stood up and kicked "Zhou Ke" down.

"You only got the shape, but you didn't get the spirit. At the beginning, you almost made me famous. Unfortunately, you overacted and fell into my trap. Did you know that memories and impressions can also be faked?"

Chang Ming smiled strangely at "Zhou Ke" who was limp on the ground.

"Do you think that taking my memory must be real? You can create illusions, and I can do the opposite and control the illusions you create."

"Zhou Ke" gasped weakly, blood flowed from wounds all over his body at a faster rate, his figure gradually turned into fine sand and sank to the ground, and finally returned to flesh and blood, before disappearing in front of Chang Ming.

His eyes became bright again, and the statue of God sat cross-legged peacefully in front of him holding a cornucopia.

The candlelight is faint, revealing warmth.

But Kuhe didn't know where to go.

The inner door on the first floor of the tower gate was pushed open, and Yun Weisi walked in.

"How is your side?"

"It's okay." Chang Ming noticed that his eyes were different from before, "Are you Yunhai?"

"Master doesn't seem to want to see me?" Yun Haiguan couldn't learn to speak seriously, and the two could tell each other apart easily.

Chang Ming frowned: "If you alternate frequently, the consumption of spiritual power will be accelerated, and you will be driven into a demon."

Yun Hai smiled, but did not answer this question: "I met Xiao Zangfeng, he deliberately led me to the suburbs, trying to trap me."

"And then?" Hearing this name, Chang Ming couldn't help paying attention.

"Then he was killed by me."

"Xiao Zangfeng is a key person."

"He led me there just to distract us and put me to death. This person is so devoted to Jiang Li that it is impossible to get any news from him."

Chang Ming sighed, "It's a pity."

Yun Hai: "It's not a pity, he showed me the future."

Chang Ming: "The future?"

"Yes, you will kill my future."

Yunhai came over and pressed Chang Ming's hand on his chest.

"It's here, Si Fei's sword pierced through his chest. I can still remember that feeling even now."

Chang Ming wanted to say that it was just an illusion to confuse you, but then he felt something was wrong.

Because he was also hugged tightly by Yunhai behind him, the other party leaned his chin on his shoulder, face to face, his voice was exactly the same as that of Yunhai in front.

"Does Xiao Zangfeng want to tell us that after so many years, we still cannot escape the fate of killing each other?"

Chang Ming couldn't move, his body and limbs had been firmly imprisoned by the opponent, the ropes turned into sharp blades, inch by inch, piercing flesh and blood.

And the sea of ​​clouds in front pinched his chin, covered his lips, and entered with devilish energy.

The hot flames of black air surged, entangled his hair and skin, penetrated into his clothes, and plundered the city.

Chang Ming's eyes were in extreme pain, but his body was sinking, a blush slid from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

What looks like an extremely lingering and ambiguous embrace to outsiders is actually an extremely dangerous life-and-death struggle.

He seemed to be standing on a cliff, the wind roared, and the rocks rolled down.

In the blink of an eye, it is beyond redemption!