The Great Talisman

　　 "All are dead! All are dead!" Daoyi was wailing, like a cuckoo sang blood, his voice filled with endless despair.

"How could it happen? The stone people trust the Phoenix tribe, so how can they all die?" Dao Yuan was shocked when he heard this, and his face was shocked: "This is impossible! Who dares to offend the Phoenix tribe's crisis, and ran away with The stone people are embarrassed?"

　　 Dao Yuan’s first reaction was that he couldn’t believe it, but looking at Daoyi’s distressed expression, it really didn’t seem like telling lies.

　　 "Brother, how do you determine the authenticity of this news? Don't be fooled by someone!" Dao Yuan hurriedly stepped forward, speaking gently and comfortingly.

"This matter definitely cannot be faked. Someone from the Phoenix tribe has already sent a message! How can the Phoenix tribe lie to me?" Daoyi was crying, and his voice was full of sorrow: "You came just right, your brother’s foundation was abolished, and the family was ruined. If you are ruined, it will be boring to live. It's better to return the big tree branch to you, and you return to the barbaric Daoguo. The province will always make you embarrassed in the future!"

　　 As he said, Daoyi began to exercise his power: "For my brother, I will abolish my mana and return the big tree to you. I will stop myself! I will not drag you down!"

　　 Daoyi said as he poured all his body's power into the inscription in his hand. Daoyuan hurriedly stepped forward, pressed Daoyi's shoulder, and stopped his movement: "Brother, don't do this!"

"Brother, you and I have been in friendship for 100,000 years, don't you still know my heart? It was you who took care of me and comforted me. Now that the younger sister has entered the path, it is time to repay the brother's kindness!" Daoyuan's gaze is firm and unquestionable: "Brother, if you stop here, the younger sister will never go on living, it is better to follow the senior."

"Junior sister!!! Why stop me? Brother now has become a useless person. All the fellows in the mountain despise me, thinking that I am dragging you down, and I instructed you to steal the mountain elixir... I live like this again. What's the point?" Daoyi cried with a headache: "Life is so boring, and it's a torture to live. My foundation is abolished, and there is no doubt that I will die under the three plagues. If it is not dragged down by me, you can continue to live. You will call me dead. Right!"

"Brother, why are you so stubborn! How can you give up easily before the last moment?" Dao Yuan snorted: "Senior sister has worked very hard to help senior brother find a way to make up for the foundation. Brother, if you stop here, I What's the point of living?"

　　 For a while, there were cries from the top of the mountain, and the tears spread all over the mountains.

　　 Yang Sanyang's mountain

At this time, Yang Sanyang took the wooden shovel and planted the elixir carefully. The blue bird picked up the seeds of the elixir from nowhere, and there were also the elixir plants, which were lushly placed in front of the hall. Waiting for Yang Sanyang to plant.

　　 asked her where she came from, she refused to say, but raised her head proudly, her eyes full of triumph.

　　 Where there is a mountain, there must be water. Yang Sanyang’s mountain peak is followed by a waterfall. The clear water brings endless vitality to the forest.

　　 Suddenly Yang Sanyang moved for a while, seeming to feel something in his heart. He raised his head to look at the Daoyi Mountain, and stretched out his palm to make a calculation: "Is it restless? My sycamore tree, how can you make an idea?"

　　 "Eating lessons are not enough!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly.

I thought to myself and was thinking about how to teach morality and justice. Suddenly, I saw a breeze rolling up, and there was a figure in the courtyard: "Dao Guo, your courtyard dojo is truly majestic, more majestic than the place where the ancestor preached. Minute."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "I have seen brother" Yang Sanyang heard the voice, turned to look at the boy, and said in surprise: "Why do you have time to come to me?"

　　 "I don't want to come, but the ancestor called you something, I seem to smell the smell of wine" The boy rubbed his stomach and looked at Yang Sanyang eagerly.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled, with a stroke of his palm, a jar of wine ointment flew out of the soil, and handed it to the boy: "The Patriarch has called me too frequently recently. I don't know if I am invited to go to school this time."

　　 "You'll know when you go." The boy walked in front of him, carrying the wine cream, Yang Sanyang put down the wooden shovel in his hand, and then greeted: "Wa, you continue to cultivate the elixir, I'll go to the ancestor."

　　 After speaking, regardless of whether the Wa in the courtyard heard it or not, he followed Tonger all the way to the Patriarch's lecture hall.

　　 Came to the small courtyard, the ancestor was meditating with his eyes closed, Yang Sanyang bowed to the ground respectfully: "Worship the ancestor."

　　 "You don't have to kneel down when you see me in the future." The Patriarch opened his eyes and looked at Yang Sanyang.

　　 "Huh?" Yang Sanyang was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly kowtowed: "Master, is there a place where the disciple can't stand the ancestor? How...how..."

　　 Yang Sanyang was so shocked that his speech was a bit incomplete.

　　The ancestor taught his own great ways and his own destiny. Yang Sanyang's respect for the ancestor was not just a pretence, but really regarded him as his own teacher.

"You don’t know why your fate is stronger and stronger since you preached the Dao, until you went out this time, and then came back, it was a mess. Every time you bow to your teacher, you feel that your origin is shaken, your foundation is unstable, and your luck The reduction is so powerful that I can’t eat it all!” As Patriarch said, he felt that the old face was a bit unbearable, and he yelled a little bit of anger and anger: “After praying several times, your master and my aura will be defeated by you, and then it will be The day when you die. You are not a filial son, why are you so evil?"

　　 It's longevity!

　　 Yang Sanyang understands a bit, who is he?

　　 Although he is not a saint, he has two avatars of saints, and his life is precious!

　　 "The disciple will follow the decree of the ancestor," Yang Sanyang said quickly.

　　 "Don't get up soon" said the Patriarch dissatisfied.

　　 "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Yang Sanyang hurriedly got up, "I wonder if the ancestor called the disciples, what's the matter?"

　　 "You go out all year round and don't work hard in the mountains. As a teacher, you have to test your cultivation skills today." The ancestor looked at Yang Sanyang with burning eyes.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled softly when he heard the words, stretched out his left hand, the void twisted and waved, and the ancestor quickly looked at it carefully, and said in amazement: "You have such profound knowledge in space?"

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled shyly, what can he do?

　　 Amitabha practiced three thousand worlds. He was an expert at playing with the power of space. Even if he did not practice in these years, with the blessing of the Dhamma, the speed of cultivation has also increased thousands of times.

　　 "Master, what do you think?" Yang Sanyang said with a smile.

　　 "Although the progress is beyond the teacher's expectations, you should not be proud of it. You are only just getting started now." The Patriarch was noncommittal, but the twitching corners of his eyes had already betrayed the imbalance in his heart.

　　 "The ancestor called his disciples to come here, I'm afraid it's not just for the examination and cultivation." Yang Sanyang slowly retracted his palm.

　　 "It's not for the rebel" Patriarch looked embarrassed.

　　 Yang Sanyang was silent upon hearing this: "What does the patriarch mean?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　"I have received countless disciples for the teacher, and there will always be a few outliers. This person is from a big tribe, and he is determined by his mind. But there is still a life span of 20,000 years. If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can bear it. The living don't have to be angry with the dead, don't you think?" The Patriarch looked at Yang Sanyang with scorching eyes.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard the words, and thoughts flowed in his heart, thinking about the meaning of the patriarch’s words: "The moral identity is just the son of the stone people tribe. Now the stone people have been annihilated, what are the ancestors' scruples? Even if the stone people are not annihilated, the ancestors will not Shi Shen put it in his eyes?"

"There are some things you don't understand! I recently studied the Amitabha Sutra for a teacher, and my cultivation has gained a lot. I noticed something wrong. There seems to be a black hand behind Daoyi who is arranging the layout." What is the purpose of the black hand, and I have never traced the source of the black hand. It's just that the other party has calculated everything and must have a plan. Your cultivation is too shallow, don't mix it up indiscriminately, lest you miss your future."

　　 Yang Sanyang was taken aback when he heard the words: "There are so many causes and effects behind morality?"

　　 "Oh, but it's also a trouble. My teacher has already played with the black hand twice, but I can't help it." Patriarch shook his head.

　　 Yang Sanyang nodded calmly: "The disciple is awake, it's a big deal to let him get three points in the future."

　　 Patriarch looked at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, and then said after a while: "Seriously?"

　　 "Of course" Yang Sanyang said.

　　 Patriarch nodded: "That's a relief for being a teacher."

"Disciple retire" Yang Sanyang smiled and said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Patriarch nodded, looked at the back of Yang Sanyang away, and suddenly stunned: "No, the news of the death of the Stone People shouldn't be passed on so quickly, right? How did he know?"

　　 Patriarch discovered that he couldn't understand his disciple more and more.

　　 Back in the mountains, Wa has cultivated the spiritual roots in the mountains, and there is a little warmth in the monotonous palace.

　　 "Brother, are you back?" Wa put down the **** in her hand: "Senior Sister Daoyuan is waiting for you, so go in."

　　 "Dao Yuan? Are you here?" Yang Sanyang looked faintly, and then said after a while: "I see."

　　 While talking, Yang Sanyang came to the palace, but saw Daoyuan staring at the hot spring in a daze.

　　 "Why do you have time to come here?" Yang Sanyang said, interrupting Dao Yuan's meditation.

　　 "Brother, are you back? Your mountain is a good place." Daoyuan smiled reluctantly.

　　 "Yes, I think it's good too!" Yang Sanyang smiled and came to Daoyuan's side: "Senior Sister is looking for something to do with me?"

　　 "I can't come to you if I'm okay?" Dao Yuan glared at him, but his black look, with his skinny face, looked a little scary.

　　 "Your thoughts are all written in your eyes. Come on, what's the matter with me?" Yang Sanyang smiled.

　　 "I..." Dao Yuan paused when he heard the words, and wanted to stop, facing Yang Sanyang's bright eyes, what he wanted to say, but couldn't speak.

　　 "I'm fine!" When the words came to his lips, Dao Yuan changed his words temporarily.

　　 "Heh~, I know why you came, for that sycamore tree, right?" Yang Sanyang sighed softly.