"The Supreme Star is always ready to respond to changes."

"Exorcise evil spirits and bind demons, protect your body and life."

On Fangcun Mountain, the sound of reading and chanting scriptures could be heard, it was quiet and peaceful. Hundreds of years had passed, and the young Bodhi at that time was still a teenager now, with clear brows, only a little older than before, other than that, there was not much change.

Qi Wuhuo laid a solid foundation for him that day, and allowed him to travel around the human world for a year to establish his character.

After that, he entered the sect. Many classics were placed in Fangcun Mountain, with many explanations. The young man witnessed the final battle of his teacher, knew what his teacher had done, and knew that he had to bear more things. He was young and insightful, with a clear mind, and did not blame his teacher.

After the old man came and told him everything, he was glad that his teacher had not died.

For hundreds of years since then, he has practiced hard alone and finally achieved success.

Qi Wuhuo's lineage, inherited from the Taoist ancestor, values ​​comprehension the most. The mind and nature of the Great Dao have been established, and the Dharma is behind them. As long as the comprehension is sufficient and the mind is clear, every move will be the Great Dao, and they will be supernatural powers. You can take them as you like. Although he has been practicing non-stop over the years, he is not trapped to death alone in this Fangcun Mountain.

The master's wife often came to see him. When he was in the realm of true person, she gave him a sword that her teacher had once used.

That was what the teacher used when he was young.

It is an ancient sword from a thousand years ago, in the style of the ancient Shenwu Dynasty. The sword body is broad and thick, and it once cut off the destiny of humanity, so it was named Killing Thieves. It was originally a mortal object, but later it ascended with Zhenwu and was bathed in immortal air above the sky. It was recast several times and was reborn. The young man liked it very much.

Over the years, in addition to practicing, I also occasionally went down the mountain.

He also often helped the people around him to collect food and grass during the busy farming season. If anyone was sick, the young Taoist would go to help. Unlike doctors, he only used magical herbs from the mountains to treat illnesses, which did not cost much money. When weaving bamboo baskets, his hands were extremely deft, even more agile than those women.

She is beautiful and often attracts the attention of young girls and young women.

The young girls were affectionate and would always give him a purse or something, and then they would turn around and run away with red faces and ears. The older ones would make some carefree jokes, but it was a pity that the young Taoist was ignorant and just smiled quietly, which was a pity, as he was born with such a good appearance but acted like a wooden lump.

Apart from that, he would go around killing demons and eliminating evil.

People in the town at the foot of the mountain all knew that there was a young immortal on the mountain. After hundreds of years, his appearance remained the same, without any change. When the young Taoist went down the mountain, he often saw those gray-haired old men and women telling stories to children.

It is said that the mountain behind the town is a sacred mountain, a fairy mountain, and that fairies live on the mountain. There are always hunters and woodcutters who go up the mountain and get lost. They see fog in all directions and can't find the way up or down the mountain. When they rush to get there, they see human habitation and have unknowingly walked out.

So when the children were listening in a daze, the Taoist would warn them in a serious manner, telling them that they must be well-behaved and not go up the mountain quietly, otherwise they would offend the gods and be careful not to grow up tall. When the old people were telling these stories, the young Taoist would stand behind the shade of the tree with a bamboo basket on his back, watching the old people tell the stories that their elders had told them a hundred years ago.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and tightened the backpack, looking at the white-haired people, looking at the girl who once handed him the purse with a red face after tossing and turning all night embroidering, now an old woman with silver hair and kind eyes, looking at the children and grandchildren around her knees. He stood in the shade of the tree, the wind blew through the boy's temples and hair ends, and his expression was gentle.

To practice Buddhism in this world is to leave it behind, and to practice Buddhism in this world is also to enter it.

I did morning prayers and recited scriptures today.

He put on a blue Taoist robe, tied his hair up with an ink-black wooden hairpin, put two large unleavened cakes in his arms, went to the large preaching stone at the back of the mountain, and gave a lecture, teaching the Dharma and the great principles to the spiritual people in the mountains. Then he picked up his sword and walked down the mountain.

Hundreds of years ago, the final catastrophe has continued to this day and has not yet been completely stopped. During this period of time, all walks of life have worked hard to deal with water and fire disasters everywhere. The cold catastrophe has been resolved a lot, but the heat catastrophe is still very serious and has already had serious subsequent impacts.

The water level rose, and disasters such as surging tides occurred in various parts of the human world. The gods of water and mountains, as well as all the families and sects in the human world were working hard to control the floods. Now Bodhi received a message, asking him to go to the East China Sea to find Senior Canglao Ao Zang, and look for something to control the floods. In the ancient times, humans had already controlled floods.

Now it is just an ordinary thing.

The young Taoist rode on a cloud and went to the shore of the East China Sea. He went to the Dragon Palace, found the Dragon King, and explained his purpose. Ao Guang naturally agreed. He eagerly held the young Taoist's arm and took him to meet Ao Zang, who had been recuperating from the injuries caused by the battle that year. Ao Zang then handed the item to Bodhi.

The Taoist used a magic trick to stop all these tricks, and then said gently:

"Thank you, senior."

The head of an incomparably huge blue dragon emerged from the Guixu land. It was as majestic as Mount Tai, majestic and ferocious, far surpassing the dragon kings like Ao Guang. It was a pity that one of its horns was broken, which reduced its majesty and increased its ferocity. Its dark golden vertical pupils swept across the Taoist boy in front of it, as if it could sense the majestic vitality in the Taoist boy's body. It praised him a little and said:

"Your foundation is good and solid. You have lived up to your teacher's reputation."

Seeing that the young Taoist wanted to bow and thank him, Canglong shook his head and said in a hoarse voice:

“That doesn’t have to be the case.”

"Your foundation is different. To some extent, you have the strongest innate spiritual roots. The peaches from the Peach Garden and the ginseng fruit from the Five-Zhuang Monastery have to be inferior to you. You are also from the same origin as the Buddha. If you really count, your seniority is half a level higher than mine. We should just talk about our own affairs."

"You came down the mountain for this thing. Are you going to heaven?"

The young Taoist said calmly, "Not only that, there is another great happy event."

The young Taoist smiled warmly and happily: "Master's wife has been pregnant for hundreds of years. Queen Wa told me that as a disciple of the teacher, I should go to congratulate her. After this, I will send this stick to the Tianque Tushita Palace and let the old monarch recast it. Then I will go to the master's palace to pay my respects."

Canglong sighed and said, "What a charming child the Zhenwu Zhentian Lingying Great Emperor and the **Mo Tianzun have. What a pity, what a pity. My foundation has been damaged after all. I am afraid I have to wait until the child grows up before I can go and see him. Go, go, I just hope that the child will not be influenced by Fuxi."

That’s what they said.

But the blue dragon's eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.

But in his heart he was worried that the child would be affected. After all, to some extent, this kid would be the older brother of the child of the Great Emperor Zhentian in the future. Brothers have things in common, but he must not have any inappropriate mutual sympathy or resonance with that guy Fuxi.

An idea suddenly came to his mind. He just hoped that Wuhuo's first child would not be a daughter, otherwise Fuxi would definitely influence this young Taoist who had a very noble family background, a strong foundation, and extraordinary talent.

But he didn't say such words.

So as to avoid finding Fuxi coming to visit in a "warm and familiar" manner the next day.

The young Taoist bid farewell to the ancient old man and left this place again. He saw a tall and beautiful mountain outside the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and liked it very much. So he held down the clouds, ate some fruits on the mountain, drank some mountain spring water, and felt refreshed. Then he flew away on the clouds.

After entering the human world, he slowed down his pace. He killed all the demons and monsters he saw along the way with his sword. But before he ascended to heaven, he heard the voices of an old man and a young man talking in front of him. They looked panic-stricken, and the innate divine and demonic energy came from him.

"Innate Gods and Demons..."

Most of the innate gods and demons were killed back then, and the rest fled. Although there have been several large-scale exterminations in recent years, these innate gods and demons all have great magical powers and are not so easy to destroy them all. Over the years, the young Bodhi has mostly dealt with these monsters when he came down the mountain.

He immediately looked stern and walked forward with a sword in hand.

…

"Run faster, run faster, Master!"

"Little guy, stop making noise. Your teacher's legs are going to break from running!"

"Alas!!!"

"Then why can't we outrun the guy behind us?"

"Because..." The old voice paused and said sadly: "Because he has eight legs."

"!!!"

A rumbling sound was heard, and behind them was an innate god and demon that was somewhat similar to a spider. Or rather, it could not be called an innate god and demon. This thing was at most a creation of the innate god and demon. However, it was extremely difficult for the master and disciple to deal with it.

"Little bald donkey, lower your head!!!"

The wrinkled old monk shouted.

The little monk next to him made a very standard fish pounce, but a gust of wind swept by, and the spider's front legs slashed across the front fiercely, tearing out a large arc of light. The surrounding trees that were as thick as a hug were chopped off in an instant and fell to the ground, making bursts of huge noises.

The two monks were so frightened that their bodies turned pale. They looked at each other and suddenly became quiet.

The old monk yelled, "Run!!!"

He turned around and ran away. The young monk's eyes widened, and he pounced over and grabbed the old monk's clothes. The old monk said, "What are you doing holding me, you little brat? Get off and buy some time for me, the teacher. When I get out, I will chant sutras for you to be liberated!!"

"Waaaaaah, I don't believe this!"

"Teacher, you will definitely sneak away to eat meat buns!"

"Ah?! What, what meat buns? I didn't eat any meat buns. That was, that was for offering sacrifices to the temple, for offering sacrifices to the five internal organs. This, this is something for monks, what meat buns..."

The old monk wanted to throw the young monk away, but the young monk held the old monk tightly and would not let go. The master and disciple were determined to prepare a midnight snack for the demon together. However, despite shouting and yelling, the spider demon continued to attack, causing the surrounding ground to crack, trees to fall down with a rumble, and countless dust to be stirred up. The momentum was very scary.

But the two monks were pissing and shitting, and they used their hands and feet to fight without losing a single piece of flesh.

The old monk got up and held the young monk between his elbows. He looked even more agile than the young man when he ran, even though he was old. He shouted at the top of his voice as he ran, "If you keep watching, you'll have to look for us two bald heads in this shit!"

The little monk shouted, "Great Immortal, please help!"

Although he seemed to be frightened to the point of turning pale, he also had a kind of happy feeling, as if he was being taken out to play by his teacher. Although this experience was extremely special, he knew that the teacher would not really abandon him. The god and demon was slightly startled, and suddenly he heard a sigh and the sound of a sword.

Immediately, his eyes turned black, and his entire body was nailed directly into the ground, with all eight legs lying flat.

His eyes widened, with a remnant of unwillingness in them, but he saw a broad sword falling to the ground, and then a Taoist in a blue shirt fell from the sky, his toes lightly tapped on the hilt of the sword, his sleeves rolled up, he held a whisk, his hair tied up with a black hairpin, his expression was clear and handsome, his brows were raised.

There were two big words on the sword.

【Kill the thief】!

The god-devil's heart stagnated, and a chill rose up. He thought of a name that had gradually become famous in the world in the past hundred years, and his pupils contracted violently in anticipation...

"The sword that kills thieves, the Bodhi Master of Fangcun Mountain."

"For three hundred years, I have wiped out all demons, mastered the three religions, and become a Taoist master with a murderous heart and a Buddhist nature."

How did I meet this killer!

The god and demon were terrified, but the young Taoist priest opposite would not hold back at all. Then there was a sound of sword roaring into the sky, and the god and demon were instantly reduced to ashes. The young Taoist priest lightly jumped off the sword and swept his sleeves. The sword whistled and circled, then turned into a stream of light and flew into his sleeves.

The old monk patted his chest, got up, picked up the young monk, brushed off the dust on him, and then put his hands together towards the young Taoist, smiling and saying:

"This old monk has met the Great Immortal of Fangcun Mountain."

"I am not worthy of being called a great master."

The young Taoist answered gently, but when he turned around, he was slightly startled. He saw the old monk's gaze and was slightly surprised. A gentle smile appeared on his face. He chuckled and nodded, saying:

“It turns out to be an old friend.”

The old monk was puzzled.

The young Bodhi recognized this man, as he had seen this man's previous life when he was traveling.

It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

How many reincarnations has this been? So, is this little monk the reincarnation of the Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata?

No wonder this spider-like demon stared at the old monk. The golden cicada in front of the Buddha was the reincarnation of the Buddha. For this insect-like demon, it was an unprecedented temptation. The young Taoist suddenly understood, but the old monk was puzzled and muttered in his heart, how did this great immortal recognize him?

Oh no, could it be that he has taken a fancy to something on me? !

For this poor bald monk, only this little bald monk is precious.

The old monk felt nervous, raised his hand and patted the curious little guy next to him, saying:

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and bow and thank you."

The young monk blinked his eyes and looked at the young Taoist in front of him. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness in his heart. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Great Taoist."

The young Bodhi looked at the little monk who was much younger than himself.

I felt a slight sense of similarity that seemed to be reappearing from the root.

The gentle expression on his face finally changed, and he became dazed and absent-minded.

"It's you..."