"What does it have to do with me? Why do you destroy my merits!"

I saw his hands close together, and in an instant, his body became golden, and his dazzling golden body was like an ancient Buddha. When he picked up a flower and smiled, he turned into a glaring Vajra.

He punched out and stopped.

It was like the punch just now, just like an hallucination.

The old scholar's clothes fluttered, and a pale blue Tai Chi pattern appeared behind him. The pattern was bright and dark, and it also disappeared.

"drive!"

On the official road in the suburbs.

Dozens of fierce horses gallop.

Coming towards Qingyun Town.

The leader was wearing an official uniform, with majesty between his eyebrows, and a big sword was on his back.

Afterwards, there were two subordinate officials holding the demon-slaying flag.

"Does go!"

As soon as he ran, a demon-slaying servant from Sifang City blew at Fang Qiuliang and Shikuang, and his sharp whip crackled in the air.

This group of people comes and goes quickly.

When I was about to enter the gate of Qingyun Town.

The foot of Qingping Mountain suddenly trembled violently.

I saw the Qingping Mountains thousands of feet away, which had accumulated thousands of years of frost and snow, and it had avalanche without warning, showing a surging momentum, rolling down like a surging sea.

The thousand-year-old Qingyun Town seems to be swallowed up at any time under the wrath of nature.

"Not good!"

"It's a big avalanche!"

A large group of people ran away from Qingyun Town, and in the blink of an eye, they knocked the demon-slaying guards blocked at the door and tilted around, and the horses neighed!

"Sir Wan!"

Several demon-slaying guards were still swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and they were in powerless.

"run!"

The man in the lead whipped his horse hard!

I kept looking back at the roar of snow that had stirred thousands of feet.

"Fang Qiuliang, your Taoist temple is gone!"

The old stonemason was proud.

Fang Qiuliang put his hands behind his back and said, "You really don't want such a great merit?"

Hearing Fang Qiuliang's words, the old stonemason's expression suddenly froze, pointing at the old scholar, almost vomiting blood.

What kind of merit is this?

It is clearly cause and effect.

If tens of thousands of creatures in Qingyun Town die.

His practice in this life will definitely be unable to escape from the Avici Hell!

"Amitabha!"

The furious Ishikura took a deep breath, closed his hands, and in the blink of an eye, compassion and golden light and shadow surged on his face.

The large avalanche dozens of miles away became docile little by little like a fierce horse being tamed.

Shi Cang slowly let go of his hand and walked towards the Taoist temple step by step. "Old scholar, if you don't give me an explanation today, I won't leave."

Shicang walked to the Taoist temple and looked up at the Taoist temple in front of him.

Suddenly stopped.

He looked back at the old scholar and widened his eyes: "You have waited for that person? Who is it?"

The old scholar did not answer, and he sat on the threshold of the Taoist temple with a sad look on his face.

Ishikura was puzzled and asked, "You should be happy, why are you so lost?"

The old scholar suddenly reached out and grabbed the old stonemason's collar, and tears flowed.

"Getting is worse than losing, losing is worse than gain. The pain in the world is gaining and losing again. Old man, let me slap you with a palm and relieve the fire!"

Ishikang retreated and said with a solemn look on his face: "It's OK to beat him, but you have to explain it clearly. Why am I confused?"
Chapter completed!