The whip made a sound of breaking through the air and burst into the fog with a whip.

The fog rolled.

Then, people heard a crisp sound, like a piece of jade falling to the ground, crisp and bright...

Qi Wufei had already pinched the talisman in his hand, and the spell had reached his throat. As soon as the plague messenger rushed over, he threw the talisman out.

But when he heard the crisp sound, he knew he didn't need it anymore.

He put away the talisman and sat down on the ground.

The sword just now exhausted his power and I couldn't hold on anymore.

He saw Pan Zimo sitting on the ground like him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The others are similar, too.

Although it was only a moment since Qi Wufei shot out the first sword, the process between the two was extremely thrilling and complicated. Everyone tried their best, including the Dharma Boat and the few who crossed the magic power to the Dharma Boat.

Except for Brother Flat Head, who was a little curious and at a loss, stood up with his front paws against the hole wall and stood behind everyone, no one could stand up easily.

Fan Wujiu was gasping for breath, and his hand holding the magic whip was still trembling slightly.

The plague messenger lay on the ground.

The black fog quickly dissipated, and Qi Wufei finally saw his true body.

He didn't look like a devil as he imagined. He was wearing a thick blue shirt, neither fat nor thin, with a fair face, and his long hair was spread to both sides, which made him look a bit of a good temperament.

Fan Wujiu used the tip of the whip of the divine whip to pluck the hair of the plague messenger.

"Old Fan, be careful!" Qi Wufei said.

The hair was pushed apart, revealing the broken head inside. With a light touch, half of the head scattered into pieces.

My mind was empty and nothing, like a bowl.

"Damn, is this guy brainless?" Fan Wujiu asked in surprise.

"He is a celestial immortal, and his brain has long been transformed into jade. The so-called blood-forming white ointment and nectar and jade liquid are all." Pan Zimo said.

"Then how did he think?"

"The Soul."

"So what Master said is this!" Fan Wujiu muttered.

"What did your master say?" Qi Wufei was very interested in Fan Wujiu's mysterious master.

Fan Wujiu said: "Master said that all the immortals are brainless. I always thought he was just saying that the immortals were stupid, but I didn't expect that the immortals were really brainless."

Qi Wufei didn't know these before, and when he thought about it, he looked at Pan Zimo. He was the only one here who was closest to the immortal.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Pan Zimo asked.

Qi Wufei curled his lips and looked away.

Fan Wujiu ignored it and asked, "You are a half-step immortal, are you half-broken?"

Pan Zimo was stunned for a while and said, "It's almost the same."

Seeing that Pan Zimo was not angry, people became relaxed and smiled.

The flat-headed brother standing against the wall also bared his teeth and smiled inexplicably.

Qi Wufei couldn't laugh, but looked at the corpse of the plague messenger on the ground and frowned tightly.

"Senior brother, what are you thinking?" Xiaoqing asked.

"Don't you think it's too simple?" Qi Wufei said.

“What’s too simple?”

"Defeat the plague-performing messenger."

People are silent and recall the process just now.

"It seems quite simple." Fan Wujiu said.

"Where?" Xiaoqing retorted, "Is it okay if I almost lost? So many of us have done our best! Although the plague envoy is a celestial immortal, he was injured by the Six Path Wood Immortal and underestimated the enemy's carelessness. The senior brother's tactical arrangement was appropriate and he won, so why is it simple?"

Qi Wufei shook his head, looked at Pan Zimo and asked, "What do you think Brother Pan?"

Pan Zimo said: "I thought I would die, but I didn't expect to win. It was indeed a bit too easy."

Ren Chunxiao said: "Didn't you just say that you are 20% sure, why are you bound to die?"

Pan Zimo said: "That's just to boost morale and find a glimmer of life. Of course, I didn't expect you to carry so many treasures on you. If I read correctly, this little master just settled on the plague messenger of travel and plague just now, isn't it? I wonder which Buddha's disciple is the one who is under the Buddha?"

"Amitabha!" Dharma Zhou clasped his hands together, "I am the last disciple of the Buddhist sect, Sandaliae, the merits of the Sandaliae."

Everyone was surprised, especially Qi Wufei.

I'm sorry, the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, isn't that Tang Monk!

This little monk is Tang Monk’s apprentice? It’s incredible!

It has been more than a day or two for Qi Wufei and Fazhou to know each other. When he first met, Fazhou went to Pansiling and said that he wanted to find something that his master left in Huanghua Temple and was willing to exchange it with Buddha bone relics. In the end, Qi Wufei was reluctant to leave the old yellow dog.

"Master Fazhou, are you really Tang Seng's disciple?" he asked.

Fazhou shook his head and said, "It's not true. Tang Monk has only three disciples, and they are the three who accompanied him to seek the scriptures. After seeking the scriptures, Tang Xuanzang returned to the East Land, and the one who stayed in Lingshan was the Sandalwood Merit Buddha. This aspect is not the other aspect. My teacher is the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, not the Tang Monk."

Fan Wujiu said puzzledly: "What's the difference?"

Fazhou did not answer.

Pan Zimo said: "The external incarnation of the body, the real name and appearance are different. Just like when Laojun transformed into Laozi and educated the world, but Laozi is Laozi and Laojun is Laojun. You can't say that Laozi is Laojun, let alone Laojun is Laozi."

Fan Wujiu said: "That's not the same person, why should we separate?"

Pan Zimo said: "One is born with two, two is born with three, and three is born with all things. All things originate from one, including you and me, but you are you and I am me, and you cannot say that you are one, I am one."

Fan Wujiu said: "As a matter of this, Laojun is Laojun, and Laojun is Laojun. Laojun is in the Tushita Palace, so where have I been? Why is there only one Laojun left now and I don't see me?"

Pan Zimo said: "Laojun was born a saint, but Lao Tzu was not the case. He entered the world and became a mortal. After he experienced practice from mortals, Lao Tzu also called Lao Tzu. The same is true for you and me. If one day in the future, he will become one, and you will become one. At that time, you are one, and I am one. You are me, and I am you."

Dharma Zhou added: "The way is like this, and the Buddha is like this. Before becoming a Buddha, you and I are different. After becoming a Buddha, the Buddha is you, and you are Buddha. Buddha is one, and there is no division between this Buddha and that Buddha."

"According to this, there is only one Buddha in Lingshan?"

"It can be said the same."

"Then let me ask you, since there is only one Buddha, why did you come from the Buddha of Merit?" Fan Wujiu felt that he had found the problem in the words of Fazhou and asked proudly.

Dharma Zhou laughed and said, "The Buddha is the fruit, and it appears differently. The world is like the sand of the Ganges River, one sand is the world, one Buddha. Thousands of thousands of sands, there are thousands of Buddhas. And thousands of Buddhas are nothing more than one Buddha, and the Buddha is the fruit. The so-called thirty-five Buddhas are thirty-five methods of practice, and the Sandalwood merit Buddha is one of them. What I practice is this method, and I will definitely maintain this merit and become a Buddha. After becoming a Buddha, I will return to one, without division, and thousands of people are me."

Fan Wujiu touched his head: "It's so complicated, so complicated!" He looked at Yuanjue, "Hey, monk, do you understand?"

Yuanjue shook his head and said, "I don't understand, so I want to return to the secular world. Don't call me a great monk in the future."

They were talking about Buddha's thoughts on the other side, but Qi Wufei was thinking about another thing.

What did Fazhou want to get back when he came to Pansiling?

It's definitely not prosperous.

What would it be?

He wanted to ask, but he felt that this was not the time, and Fazhou probably wouldn't say it, otherwise he should have said it when he first met.

After moving his thoughts away from this matter and returning to his eyes, Qi Wufei was still a little worried that it was too easy to kill the plague messenger, which was very abnormal.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

"Where is this guy's soul?" Qi Wufei asked suddenly.

Everyone was stunned.

Yes, where is the soul?

A divine whip can break the head and destroy the body, but it should not hurt the soul. Even if the soul is broken, what about the soul?

You can't have nothing, right?

"Things are a bit weird, let's go out first." Qi Wufei said, looking at the corpse on the ground.

Everyone agreed unanimously.

Fortunately, no one was injured. After taking the pill, they all recovered after only a brief rest.

They walked back along the turbid air path and returned to the woods outside the cave.

The spiritual sense was swept open and the person suddenly felt refreshed.

Fan Wujiu took a breath of fresh air and said, "We finally crawled out of our intestines! I felt like a maggot."

People looked back at the hole that had just come out. This time, not only Duanmuwei and Qu Wanqing, but everyone felt that it was not very good.

Fan Wujiu noticed that everyone was staring at him, scratched his head and said, "What's wrong, am I wrong?"

He saw people looking behind him, his eyes were flustered, and a terrified expression appeared on his face.
To be continued...