Infinite Heroes Seat

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there is a small village called "Caomiao Village" to the northwest of the big city "Heyang" and fifty miles away. There are more than forty households living here, and the folk customs are simple and honest. Many people in the village pay firewood to Qingyunmen in exchange for some silver. On weekdays, the villagers often see Qingyun disciples coming up high and high, and they are as magical as punishable. They worship the Qingyun Gate and think that they are Taoist immortals, and Qingyun Gate has always taken care of the people around it, and it is also quite good to the villagers here.

On this day, the sky was gloomy and the dark clouds were drooping, which made people feel breathless.

Outside Caomiao Village, a group of children are playing.

"Smelly boy, where are you going?" A handsome boy about ten years old, leading four or five boys and girls, chased another child in front of him. The child in front of him was two years younger and shorter. At the moment, his face was full of smiles, and he ran forward, sometimes turning his head back and making a grimacing face.

"Zhang Xiaofan, stop if you have a seed!" the kid behind him shouted loudly.

The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front of him gave a "pooh", and said as he ran, "Lin Jingyu, you are an idiot!" He ran faster instead.

Chasing all the way, these children gradually ran up to the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many people have experienced it.

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the door panel, and he was about to fall to the ground. But at this time, a hand stretched out and helped him up.

"Xiao Fan, be careful!"

When Zhang Xiaofan raised his head, he was a fourteen or five-year-old rich man, with a pearl hanging on his neck, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was very windy.

"Brother Mo Wen!"

Zhang Xiaofan stuck out his tongue. Facing this young man who was not much older than himself, he was a little restrained.

Unlike the few friends who have grown up together, this boy named Mo Wen did not grow up in the village, but moved to Caomiao Village with his parents two years ago. His origin is said to be a famous martial arts family in the world. One is that I am tired of fighting in the arena and want to find a place to escape from the world. Second, I heard that there are immortals in Qingyun Mountain, and I want to touch immortal fate. It's just a pity that most of the Qingyun disciples who come to the foot of the mountain are juniors, and most of them are first-rate handymen. How can they be the master. Therefore, he has never been able to worship Qingyunmen, and the Patriarch of the Mo family is also stubborn. Seeing that the scenery of Caomiao Village is good, he simply built a house and lived in seclusion here.

The Mo family had a wealthy family and was a kind person, so they got along well with the original residents of Caomiao Village. Quite prestigious.

Mo Wen is the younger brother of the Mo family. His appearance is naturally different from that of a poor family like Zhang Xiaofan. In addition, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child and once broke a small tree in the palm of those children. Therefore, the children nearby were in awe of him.

At this time, Lin Jingyu and several others also rushed in. Lin Jingyu, who was in the lead, grabbed Zhang Xiaofan and said with a smile: "I was caught, now you have nothing to say?"

Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely and said, "It doesn't count, I'm talking to Brother Mo Wen, how can it count?"

Lin Jingyu glanced at Mo Wen, first shrank his neck, but then curled his lips and said, "I don't care. If you say you can catch it and give up, you will not accept it?"

Zhang Xiaofan ignored him, but looked at Mo Wen with his eyes, as if he wanted him to say something fair.

Mo Wen's style is different from these children, and naturally some people respect and jealously. Lin Jingyu is one of those people who dislike him. There is nothing dark about it. It's just the child's temperament, and he sees that it is better than his own life. People who are always a little envious, Zhang Xiaofan is okay if he doesn't look at Mo Wen, but he can't get off the stage when he sees it.

Lin Jingyu felt angry from his heart, strangling Zhang Xiaofan's neck with one hand, and said angrily: "Is he not convinced?"

Lin Jingyu's strength was so strong that Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was strangled by him, and his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face slowly began to flush, but his temper was extremely stubborn at a young age and he just said nothing.

Both of them were very stubborn, gritted their teeth and refused to give in. Seeing that a catastrophe was about to happen, the children next to them were scared and ran out. Only Mo Wen was left in the grass temple.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wen stretched out his hand to pull the two apart, but one of them was quicker. He only heard the Buddha's name, and someone said: "Amitabha, stop quickly."

Then a thin palm came out, stretched out two fingers, and flicked Lin Jingyu's hands. Lin Jingyu was shocked by an electric shock, and his hands were naturally loosened.

Zhang Xiaofan gasped, obviously holding back hard. The two of them were stunned, and they came back to their senses, remembering the scene just now, and when they looked at each other, they were a little afraid of each other.

Then Mo Wen suddenly asked, "Thank you, Master, for helping me. I don't know where the Master came from?"

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan followed his eyes and saw that there was an elderly monk standing in this temple with wrinkles on his face, a shabby robes, and his whole body dirty. Only holding a string of jasper rosary in his hand, it was actually crystal clear, dazzling, and glowing with a faint bluish light. The strange thing is that among the dozens of sapphire rosary beads of the same size and smooth and clear, there is a non-jade, non-stone, dark purple, and dull round bead.

The old monk didn't answer, he just took a closer look at the three children, couldn't help but glanced at Mo Wen a few more times, and said in his heart: "Good aptitude, but how can there be evil spirits between the eyebrows? A child, judging from his birth, does not seem to be a disaster at home, where is the hostility?"

Then he glanced at Lin Jingyu again, "Yes, although I can't keep up with the former, my qualifications are pretty good!"

Of the three, Zhang Xiaofan paid the least attention.

The old monk didn’t talk much, and they were strangers. Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were children after all. After chatting with him a few words, they ran home without asking anything, but Mo Wen stayed with him. Sengpan started talking, but didn't say anything serious, just casually asked some interesting anecdotes.

The old monk struck sideways on Mo Wen’s life experience, but Mo Wen was prevaricated by him, and then, like a normal child, pestered the old monk, always asking him to say something strange, but for a while. The old monk forgot to investigate the hostility between his eyebrows.

The sky was dark in a blink of an eye.

There was a thunder, the wind rolled in the clouds, and the black clouds in the sky rolled.

Mo Wen didn't know what he was aware of, and suddenly he spoke and glanced at the sky outside the temple. He bowed his hand to the old monk, "Master, it's getting late, how about going to rest at the next home?"

The old monk smiled slightly, and just wanted to say something, but he gave a soft voice, suddenly got up, and rushed out of the temple.

"Small benefactor wait a minute, there seems to be an evil spirit outside the temple, the old monk will go back as soon as he goes, don't leave the temple!"

Then I heard a blast of lightning and thunder outside, strong winds, vaguely there are Buddha's horns, ghosts crying, and a thunderbolt smashed from the air.

Sitting quietly in the grass temple, Mo Wen's mouth showed a slight smile.

In the end, there was an explosion, the white light and golden glow, brilliant and unparalleled, far better than the sun in the sky. The whole grass temple was suddenly torn apart. Unexpectedly, the whole person was blown out by a gust of wind, and hit the pillar with one head, and didn't move anymore.

After a while, the old monk walked over slowly, staggering, and came over with Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu under his ribs, and reached out to Mo Wen's sniff, he was breathing, and his pulse was stable, which made it loose. After taking a breath, he put the two children down and looked down at his chest. The burnt and smelly monk's clothes can be seen vaguely. A black air is gradually enclosing his chest, leaving only a small place in his heart. Not invaded.

With a wry smile, he took a pill from his arms and took it.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as a dog!"

For some reason, this famous Taoist saying, with a bit of sorrow and anger, slowly chanted from the mouth of the old monk.

Without knowing what he thought of, the man laughed excitedly again, and there was a frenzy in his eyes~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He looked at the three children, first extended his hand to Mo Wen, but didn't know. Thinking of something, he stopped midway, but finally awakened Zhang Xiaofan. The two of them didn't know what they said. Then the old monk handed a bead to Zhang Xiaofan, and unexpectedly slapped Zhang Xiaofan with a palm.

Later, I don’t know what happened. The old monk frowned slightly, but his body was full of hostility. A faint black air lingered between his eyebrows, like a ghost. He glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, but he took a big stride. Leave.

It's just that the old monk hadn't noticed that shortly after he left, another person in the three room sat up, but he didn't know it.

Listening to the faint crying from the direction of Caomiao Village, Mo Wen blinked and glanced at the bead in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. He didn't know what he thought of, but he lay down again.

On the cold ground and the faint, but clear, **** smell in Mo Wen's nose, he turned over and muttered slightly in his mouth: "I can enter Qingyunmen tomorrow!"

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