Repugnant Gateway

There are many strong men in this world, many sects, all claiming that they are protecting the world.

Yu Baifa said the same, but what he said was not pleasant. Perhaps he was not a person who could speak beautiful words. At this point in his life, the first sentence I'm sorry was said to An Zheng, just because he wanted to dig out An Zheng's eyes.

Trapping Anzheng, blocking Chen Shaobai and Qi Tian, ​​he only used two words in the nine-character mantra.

But he himself had almost reached the point when the lamp was dry, and his gray hair could not be changed by himself. He said that I will be my birthday tomorrow, and I will be ninety-nine years old in one day. I once calculated for myself that I should have a life of 370 years, but I do n’t want to waste 370 years. If the meaningful things that I can do in my life add up to only a hundred years, I will live only a hundred years, and the remaining 270 years will be nothing more than a waste.

So, with a life of 270 years, I borrowed the power of the nine-character mantra from heaven.

Ann couldn't fight, but without knowing why, he suddenly didn't hate this white-haired priest. He was called Yu Baifa, and he didn't know that he changed it later, or his parents chose such a name. The people of Daozong are not as rigid and strict as those of Buddhism. The disciples of Daozong have the track number, but they do not have to forget their names.

An Zheng didn't know the name Yu Baifa. Wudang Mountain Sanqingguan had many Taoists with great fame and reputation. The three words Yu Baifa were also heard for the first time. But Anzheng can feel it. Yu Baifa, even in Sanqingguan, is a very, very remarkable person.

In fact, there is a legend in Sanqingguan, I do not know the truth. Some disciples could not help asking Zhang Zhenren whether this was true. Zhang Zhenren just said nothing, and no one answered.

The story is ... 90 years ago, Zhang Zhenren wandered the world and found a small mountain village in a place called Dameng Mountain. There are only 120 or 30 people in this village, most of them have a surname Liu. In this village, only two households are surnamed. One surnamed Yu, one surnamed Bai. This surnamed Yu's bereavement wife in his early years, this surnamed Bai's bereavement husband in his early years, joking people may say that they are equally suitable, but in such an era, these are two poor people.

The day Zhang Zhenren arrived in the village of Damengshan was the day the woman from the Bai family gave birth. She is a widow, but has children. No one knows who the child's father is. There was a haze in the village, and the child broke out on the day of birth. Many women congested in front of the door, to burn the women and children of the Bai family. The men stood behind and no one dared to come forward. There are those who are gloating and those who are silent.

The women blocked the door of the house, grabbed the Bai family woman who had just cut off her umbilical cord, and forced to ask who the father of her child was.

The men are still hiding behind, there are those who are gloating and those who are silent. But no one dared to stop or dare to leave, lest the crime of adultery with the widow fall on his head. But no matter how the women pressed, she just didn't say.

In the end, the women were anxious to take the child out and burn to death.

At this time, Yu's man stood up and said that the child is mine, you can't burn him.

The small village suddenly fried the pan, the men were relieved, and the women were also quietly relieved, and then unanimously aimed at the man, the woman and the child. In the end, the village chief made a decision to expel these three people from the village. Such people are not worthy of living here.

The man at Yu's house said nothing, packed his things, drove a rough wheelbarrow, and pushed the Baijia woman holding her child away from the village.

Halfway down the mountain, a man in a village who looked kind-hearted sent some eggs or some cloth. The Bai woman also said nothing, and all the things she put on the unicycle were thrown by her.

At the foot of the mountain, the man at Yu asked the Bai woman: "Who is the father of the child?"

The Bai woman shook her head: "I don't know."

The Yu family man was stunned, and then sighed a long way: "It hurts you ... Yeah, how can you know who the child's father is."

The Bai woman cried with a smile: "But I know that the child's father is not you. Why should you stand up? What does it have to do with you?"

The Yu family man also laughed: "It was a child, a life."

The Bai woman still asked: "A life, this child is a bad life, like me. You are different, you are a good person, you are not worth it like this."

Yu's man shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, it's also where it lives. It's just planing food in the soil or fishing in the hunting water in the mountains. I have two more mouths to eat. I've eaten by myself for many years. "

The woman no longer speaks.

At the foot of the mountain, on the path. Zhang Zhenren stood waiting for them, and then bowed deeply.

Daoist's status in Daxi is extremely high, so both the Yu family man and the Bai family woman quickly saw the ceremony. Zhang Zhenren shook his head and said, "I salute, not for you, but for this child. In the future, there will be many, many people in the world who owe this child a life. I will say thank you to him instead, because whether it is in the future or now In the past, many people did not learn to say thank you, because they took it for granted. "

Then Zhang Zhenren said nothing more, just walked with them and accompanied them all the way for three days in a row.

Three days later, Zhang Zhenren said that after they left Damon Mountain, it rained for three days. The mountain fell and the village was almost razed to the ground. Less than half of them escaped, most of them women and children. After hearing this, the Bai family woman howled and cried, struggling to get up, kneeling on the wheelbarrow and kowtowing, and said three times in a row.

The Yu family man also cried, saying one thing back and forth ... She just wanted to live, she just wanted to live, she just wanted to live ...

Zhang Zhenren said: "The child should be born next to his mother. He wanted to take the child but he did n’t dare to violate Tianlun. Therefore, he never kept talking. The mother stayed with the child for three days, and the child stayed with the mother for three days. I took the child? "

The Bai family woman looked at the Yu family man. The Yu family man said, "You set it yourself."

The woman nodded and knelt down again: "Thank you Xianchang."

Zhang Zhenren shook his head and said, "This child has a life expectancy of 370. In the future, he will lose 300 by himself, leaving only 70 years of life. I took him away and took away the joy of your family. I counted three for my life. Ten compensation, I will supply him for thirty years. "

Women do not understand, men do not believe. There are countless practitioners in this world who can live for hundreds of years. But this child does not look like a person with a life span of more than 300 years. But since real people say so, they listen.

Zhang Zhenren took the child away, and when she looked back, the woman had gray hair for a moment.

Whether this story is true or not, Zhang Zhenren never commented. But Yu Baifa in Wudang Mountain is indeed a very special person. He was never bound by rules, and he could come as he wanted. Someone asked Zhang Zhenren why he could be so unruly? Zhang Zhenren replied ... Many people in this world will owe him a life in the future. He has this qualification without any restriction. Not just me, no one can restrain him. Even if the Emperor Daxi wanted to restrain him, I wouldn't agree.

So now there is Yu Baifa, who is not popular in Wudang Mountain.

In the entire Wudang Mountains, only a young teacher named Zhou Dingliu has been running behind his **** since childhood. Until he was big, no matter how ridiculed or mocked others, Zhou Dingliu didn't care, and still followed his ass.

Fairy palace.

Yu Baifa moved forward step by step, staggering. He walked up to Anzheng, with guilt in his eyes: "I'm sorry."

Only these three words have the deepest meaning.

He raised his hand, his index finger and **** together like a spoon, and dug into An Zheng's left eye. An Zheng watched his fingers coming, but he couldn't move. That one is just a word, let An Zheng be trapped to death. At this time, both Qi Tian and Chen Shaobai were actually subdued by the Golden Armored Samurai, and the two were suppressed on the ground, and the same movement could not be moved.

His fingers almost touched An Zheng's eyes, and then the world changed color.

Yu Baifa's face changed, and he turned sharply.

The previous mountain suddenly collapsed. An Zheng had climbed the mountain, entered the hut, and knew the practice place of the white-bearded old man who did not know the name. There is the power of his suppression, right in his left eye. And this power is the power of the ghost king. At first, the white-bearded Taoist had to understand the world and protect the world, so he turned into a ghost king and suppressed the evil spirits in the world.

He bound all evil spirits to the mountain gate with a peach tree, which is his magic weapon. What was sealed in the bronze mirror was actually himself in that period.

The mountain cracked, and An Zheng saw the door appear again. When An Zheng left the mountain, he saw the door close. All the evil spirits were caught in the door and returned to hell. The passage between the world and **** is considered closed. But now, the avalanche cracked and the door opened again.

On the mountain, countless evil spirits roared out. The peach trees that originally existed in Manshan were all devoured by ghost fire and turned into ashes. Among the thousands of ghosts, a young man wearing a green cloth gown slowly walked down, and there seemed to be no harsh and terrible breath. But the evil spirits and evil spirits around him respectfully respected him like a king who served himself.

The young man in Tsing Yi was carrying a sword behind him, holding a whisk in his left hand. He wore cloth shoes on his feet, each with a ghost head embroidered on it. This costume is clearly the Taoist Taoist costume, but this momentum is not like a Taoist.

"Ghost King!"

In the middle of the sky, Zhou Dingliu's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and commanded: "The four of you leave quickly, looking for my Wudangmen. They say that the ghost door opens, the ghost king is on the verge of life, and everyone in Wudang Mountain is responsible Defend against the ghost king. This is no longer a fairy palace, but hell. "

The four Daotong didn't want to go. Zhou Ding waved his hand on the first of six, and the four Daotong flew backwards: "If you don't want to die for the division, go and rescue the soldiers!"

The four Daotong's faces turned white in horror, turned around and walked like a wind.

"Liu Jia and Nine Chapters, a round place!"

Zhou Dingliu's hands clasped his hands and pushed back forward, and a mighty force leaned out. The world was shocked. Zhou Dingliu exhausted his life's work and wanted to build an enchantment that would seal the entire mountain. His vitality quickly disappeared, his hair turned white in an instant, and his face wrinkled more.

Countless densely packed paper people split from his body as if they were endless. Those paper people rushed forward hand in hand, forming a layer of white waves. They tried to stop the countless evil spirits rushing down the mountain, forming an enchantment to re-seal the ghost gate.

But his power alone is obviously not good.

"Liu Jia and Nine Chapters, a round place."

The same eight words, the Tsing Yi ghost king who sat down on the mountain also said it again. He looked so young, black hair fell down to cover half of his face. The Tsing Yi on the body is a robe style, but the gossip figure on that robe looks very strange.

After he said the same eight words, Zhou Dingliu was finished.

All the pieces of paper flew back and turned into knives in the middle of the air, one knife at a time on Zhou Dingliu, but for a moment, he became bloody.

Zhou Dingliu smirked, and under endless cutting, he also looked back at Yu Baifa: "Unexpectedly, I will die before you short-lived ghost."

Yu Baifa turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, watching the ghost king go down the mountain: "Relax, I won't be much later than you."