Between the heaven and earth, the vast wilderness is a withered yellow grassland that spreads all the way to the distant horizon.

From all directions, no matter which direction you look, you will see the grassland, without any life, only the long wind on the grassland.

The hot sun burns the earth.

Monk Zhiguang, wearing a cassock, opened his chest and exposed his arms, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, and used his wide robe and big sleeves to sniff the cool breeze.

"It's been more than two days, so I can't get out at all."

After supporting his knees with both hands and breathing a sigh of relief, Monk Zhiguang spoke:

"Who is that man in white?"

There are three great masters in the world, one demon, one Tao, and one Buddha. Now one demon is directly hung on the stone pillar by Lijia Village and has lost all his face. When one Buddha met a man in white who was unknown in Lijia Village, he was thrown to somewhere. He walked for three days and did not go out.

Why can this small village accommodate so many masters?

Taoist Qingyun now regretted stripping off his palm fan's hair. Now he wants to have a palm fan in his hand, which is considered a daughter.

"Maybe, he is the secret of Lijia Village."

A place to be hidden must have a big secret.

But now they did not have the strength to see this secret, but they saw this secret.

Monk Zhiguang let go of his hands that were supported on his knees, straightened his body, smashed his mouth and said:

"Fortunately, the people from the Demon Cult did not meet him, otherwise they would have disappeared, not hung on the stone pillar."

Now Monk Zhiguang feels that being hung on a stone pillar is also a kind of enjoyment. This world that seems to be invisible is the real discomfort.

"Do we still keep going?"

Taoist Qingyun shook his head and said:

"Stop, although I can't see the secret here, I still know that we've been standing there."

Taoist Qingyun looked at the scenery around him and sighed:

"The attainment of this Qimen Dunjia technique is definitely at the level of the ancestor."

Meeting someone with such level of Qimen Dunjia can make you crazy.

Everything is so real, but it is fake. This is a world that one cannot get out of, unless the man in white takes the initiative to let them out.

Monk Zhiguang and Taoist Qingyun have been in this strange world for three days. That day, they followed Old Man Li, saw a strange place, saw a strange person, heard a strange word, and were thrown into such a world.

In this world, there is no living life except grassland.

There was not even food. Fortunately, some food fell from the sky every day and landed accurately not far away beside them. Otherwise, even if they were martial arts masters, they would not be able to stand for too long.

Turning over and lying on the grass, Monk Zhiguang looked at the sun and said:

"It seems that the meal was late today."

When there are no expectations during the day, eating is the only thing worth looking forward to.

Taoist Qingyun glanced at the monk beside him, and then lay down himself. They really couldn't do anything except wait for food.

"It's too late, and life and death are all in the hands of others. What can I say?"

It seems that I have recalled the "simple" villagers, Taoist Qingyun couldn't help but sigh:

"The water in Lijia Village is really bottomless."

Monk Zhiguang nodded, expressed his agreement, and said:

"It's a pity that we can't tell our classmates."

On the grassland, there was a moment of silence.

If the fellow disciples face Lijia Village because they disappeared from the world, it would be really bad.

This village is just a small area, and it is really like an abyss in the darkness, bottomless.

Under the silent sky, the third voice sounded at this time, breaking the silence with only two tones.

"Two, no see for a long time."

One Buddha looked over with his voice.

The hat seems to have been through a long period of time. Under the bright hair, wrinkles are scattered, and a pair of bright eyes are shining brightly.

"Old Village Chief?" Yi Buddha sat up in an instant. This may be the only chance they could go out.

The old village chief was holding a lunch box and stood in front of the two of them, putting down the lunch box in his hand, and then opening it.

"Old man, bring some food to you, and the two guests can try it."

One Buddha and one Tao look at each other, which means...just come to deliver a meal?

"Old village chief, what do you mean?"

One Buddha asked in an inquiring tone, if the situation is not as good as that of a person, you must learn to bow your head.

This is the truth that the martial arts world has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

The old village chief shook his head gently and said:

"This is not what the old man means. The old man doesn't have such great ability, but you two are really lucky."

The old village chief said, taking out all the dishes in the lunch box and putting them on the ground.

"Don't be lucky? What's the saying?"

The old village chief smiled and handed the chopsticks in his hand to the two of them and said:

"Of course, the house of the ancestors of Lijia Village cannot be seen by people outside the village."

"But the two broke in. Do you think your luck is bad?"

One Buddha took the chopsticks one by one, looked at each other, and said:

"We did run into each other unintentionally. Can you help me with the love? We are willing to apologize."

"well!"

The old village chief could only sigh, what could he do?

From top to bottom, there is one counting one in Lijia Village. He said one, but they would never dare to say two.

But the two of them got into trouble with the person they couldn't mess with the most.

The Li clan started with the twelve ancestor witches, and countless generations have been sent away by him. What did he dare to say in front of that person?

The one who said, "Your ancestors dared not talk back to me." Did he dare to repay it?

"I am just a junior student, and I have no right to speak. You two are waiting here safely. When your ancestors' popularity fades away, you will naturally go out."

"When is this the beginning?" Monk Zhiguang put down the chopsticks in his hand and couldn't help it.

There was a little more anger in his words.

The old village chief shrugged and said lightly:

"I don't know this old man. The old man can't take care of his ancestors' affairs."

"The old man can only do it, I'll deliver meals to both of you."

Speaking of this, the old village chief paused and continued:

"It really doesn't work. The old man can practice with two of you."

As soon as the words came out, the air instantly quieted.

This sentence can be understood in another way: If you two feel delicious and uncomfortable, the old man will beat you up.

"Okay, Master Buddha will learn about the kung fu of the Qinglian Sword Immortal lineage in Lijia Village."
Chapter completed!