Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 126
"It's not like that, you hit here first."

"There's a guy hiding in the dark over there, and he vomited blood before he even made a move haha."

"It's very interesting, I'll go and have a look."

After Han Ye finished speaking, his figure disappeared without warning.

Everyone present was startled when they saw this.

"It seems that what the information said is true, this mysterious young man who accompanied Ye Anshi really mastered a peerless lightness kung fu."

"But I can't sense his realm at all. It's interesting." Jinxian looked around, but still couldn't find any trace of Han Ye.

A white shadow slowly fell from the sky and stood beside Sikong Changfeng.

"You are finally willing to come out." Sikong Changfeng glanced at Baifaxian.

"Hey, I didn't expect that even the Spear Fairy couldn't do anything to that person. If he doesn't leave, I don't dare to move. The injury hasn't healed yet..."

Baifaxian cleared his throat, walked to Wuxin's side, and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, the 12-year period for the young master to stay in Beili as a proton has expired, and now it's time to return to Tianwaitian with me."

"I don't know what you are doing to surround this Hanshui Temple with such great fanfare?"

There was a moment of silence.

"White-haired benefactor, Junior Brother Wuxin has cultivated the secret art of the Raksha Hall, and the magic power of this body needs to be purified at the Jiulong Temple."

"The poor monk promises that after this matter is over, the poor monk will personally escort the younger brother back to the outer sky." Seeing that no one spoke in the arena, Wu Chan stepped forward and said.

"His surname is Bai." Wu Xin reminded.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Lord Bai." Wu Chan clasped his fists and saluted.

"My surname is Mo." Baifaxian replied.

Wuxin smiled, and lightly patted the white-haired fairy on the shoulder.

"Nephew Wuchan doesn't need to do this, I can purify this nephew Wuxin's magic power now!" Dajue walked out of the crowd and shouted Amitabha to the main hall of Hanshui Temple.

"Master Dajue, long time no see!" Wuxin turned her gaze to this person.

"However, seeing each other today is just like when I was a child. I have already felt the demon-slaying power of your vajra subduing demon power."

"I don't know who other than Master Dajue, who are here to kill the little monk, let's stand up together."

Wuxin clasped his palms together, uttered the Buddha's name, and looked at the crowd.

Wuchan looked back at Dajue in disbelief, only to see that the latter lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, and a breath of subduing demons was already brewing in his body.

"I won't interfere with these monks getting rid of your magic skills, but I want you to go to my Wushuang City alive." Wushuang shouted in the sky, a sword intent poured out.

"What are you doing in Wushuang City?" Wu Xin raised her head in doubt and asked.

"I don't know!" Wushuang replied with his hands on his hips, full of air.

"···"

"Brother Sikong, come and help me bring you back to Tianwaitian!" Although Baifaxian spoke to Wuxin, his voice resounded throughout the audience.

Jinxian looked at Wuxin calmly, he remembered Emperor Mingde's instruction to him: "You can decide whether this person will stay or not." He remained silent and did not speak.

"Sword Immortal Sikong Changfeng, I respect your only title in this world, but this is a matter of my temple! It's not appropriate for you Xueyue City to mix here!" Zen Master Dajue opened his eyes and looked aside. Gun fairy rubbing his tailbone.

"Old friendship, as long as Ye Anshi returns to Tianwaitian alive, I don't care about the rest." Sikong Changfeng glanced at Dajue and replied.

"Hmph, that's fine too!"

Dajue clapped his palms together, and the Eighteen Arhats flew into the courtyard behind him.

Several figures came out of the Eighteen Arhats, looming around, like an impenetrable round bowl, covering the unintentional white-haired fairy in it.

"True Arhat Formation!"

As soon as the Miao Miao Sanskrit sound sounded, the corner of Baifaxian's mouth was bleeding.

"What's the matter with you, Baimao?" Wuxin looked around vigilantly, and asked with his back to Baifaxian.

"This Buddha's voice has aroused the Buddha's light that was injected into the body last night and has not yet dissipated. It is extremely inconsistent with the exercises I practiced. It may be difficult to keep the young master safe and sound this time!"

Han Ye's figure appeared in a dense forest high in the cold mountain.

In front of him, an old man whose aura seemed to merge with his surroundings was holding a mask and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Where is the person?" When the old man looked up at the temple down the mountain, he couldn't find the figure he had been paying attention to.

"Your meridians all over your body have been abolished, so why don't you join in the fun?" Han Ye's faint voice sounded from behind the old man, and the old man trembled when he heard the words.

He turned around slowly.

"Ji Ruofeng is in the Baixiaotang, I have met senior." Ji Ruofeng glanced at Han Ye's young face and bowed in salute.

"Oh it's you."

"Why, so you think I'm a senior?" Han Ye smiled.

"The ancestors of the younger generation are also like you. They have cultivated this longevity technique, and they look like young people."

"And traveling a hundred miles in a few breaths is no longer possible for ordinary people." Ji Ruofeng replied still bowing.

"Hiss, if you tell my secret like this, you won't be afraid that I will kill you to silence you?" Han Ye leaned close to Ji Ruofeng's ear and whispered.

"The junior still has something to ask for, so he should treat it wholeheartedly!" Ji Ruofeng lowered his head.

"Oh?"

"To tell you the truth, senior, I met senior with you yesterday, and said that the Buddha's light when you shot seemed to be able to repair the damaged hidden veins of my disciple."

"Senior, please help me! Regardless of success or failure, this junior is willing to use the exercises that Bai Xiaotang has collected over the past few hundred years as a reward to thank senior."

"You even figured out my hobbies?" Han Ye narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the mountain seemed to be covered with frost and snow. Ji Ruofeng suddenly felt his blood stagnate, as if falling into an ice cave.

"Haha, just kidding, I like how open you are."

"Xiao Se's injury is a trivial matter, and your injury is also a trivial matter. I will go to Tianqi City another day, and I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"By the way, if there is a formation like the one below, try to make as many as possible."

"One more thing, Ji Hubian's "Da Chun Gong" is still there?"

Ji Ruofeng raised his head in surprise when he heard the words, the name Ji Hubian was not something ordinary people could call out.

"Senior knows the ancestor?"

"I don't know him, but I have heard that his master Su Baiyi once passed on his improved "Book of Immortals."

"If he doesn't leave a legacy, how can the people of later generations reach the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm and succeed the one who guards Kunlun?"

"Go back and look for it."

Ji Ruofeng immediately realized that he had heard some unknowable secrets from the outside world, and without thinking too much, he hurriedly replied: "Bai Xiaotang will definitely go all out, thank you senior!!!"

He knelt down on his knees, but was blown up by a breeze, and when he looked up, Han Ye was no longer in sight.

The truth is in the Arhat formation.

Wu Xin spat out a mouthful of blood and broken organs after fighting a golden Arhat.

As for the comatose white-haired fairy behind him, he was protected by a golden bell transformed from a mouthful of internal force, and the blood holes on his body were shocking.

"Third Master, is the original Arhat formation so powerful?" Tang Lian couldn't help asking when she saw the eighteen bronze Arhats in the courtyard surrounded Wuxin like a real Buddha descended into the world.

"After all, it is the unique skill of the temple of Jiulong Temple. Usually, it is shot by seven big sects, but there is no limit to the number of people."

"Now because of us, the eighteen arhats from the town temple have all come out, and Dajue has not yet entered the arena, the power of this formation has reached the sky, it can be called the first formation of Buddhism." Sikong Changfeng nodded in admiration.

"Nephew Wuxin, it's useless to fight to the death." Chan Master Dajue stood outside the formation and lowered his eyebrows, speaking quietly.

Wuxin in the formation wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood upright with difficulty, and raised his finger to Dajue.

"Dajue, do you know why my master became a demon!?"

"It was all driven into obsession by you and other false Buddhas!"

"I've never done a bad thing in my life, but all of you are crazy!"

"Forcing my master to death! You want to abolish my martial arts! You want me to die! You want to send me back to Heaven!!!"

"Except for my master, who has asked me sincerely, what do I want unintentionally!?"

The unintentional anger echoed in the temple, as desolate as a lonely ghost.

(End of this chapter)