Now in retrospect, that year was actually the last peaceful year in the year, and the Natec family dinner was also the last meeting of the ten people.

After that, ten people parted ways, even yin and yang.

Xiao Xuan, Emperor Daqi Taizongwen, died in the Jiangdu Palace after the First World War.

Daqi Gaozongsu Emperor Xiao Bai, after the palace changed, because of the disaster, collapsed in the imperial capital Ganquan Palace.

Yan Wang Xiaoli, was abandoned by Xiao Zhinan to the prince's title, took back the Yanzhou fiend of the land, was relegated to a yin, and was imprisoned in the Zongzhengfu.

Liao Wang Mutang, the army against the same, after the general trend, in the northern capital of the royal palace, committed suicide, and then the head was beheaded.

Zhao Wang Xiaoqi, on the occasion of the coup d'état of the end of the wooden Ruisheng, was sent by the assassins of the dead of the secret house of the army to assassinate himself in his royal palace.

King Xiao Moha of Lingwu County, Wang Xiao of Liangwu County went to the disease, and the two of them have now led the south.

Han Xuan, ranked first in the cabinet, took the power of the DPRK government, but now he is old and sick, and every day will be over.

As for Xu Beiyou and Zhang 100 years old, they stood before the door of Ganquan Palace.

Four of the ten were already dead, and one was in prison, but only half of them were left.

Xu Beiyou shook his head, waved his mind's mixed thoughts, and stepped into it.

At this time, Xiao Zhinan had heard the news of Xu Beiyou from the maid, and took the initiative to welcome it out of the Mingguang Palace, because there were outsiders, the husband and wife did not feel how to be crooked, just looked at each other with a smile, and everything was in silence.

Then Xiao Zhinan looked at Murong Xu's hunyin behind Xu's north, smiling faintly, "Mr. Murong."

Murong Xuanyin did not have much awareness under the fence, squinting a pair of narrow-minded Dan Feng's eyes and smiled, "Princess, I remember the last time I saw you, or in the last day of twenty-two years."

Xiao Zhinan said, "Mr. Murong came by the wind and snow that day, the style is unrivalled, today, Mr. Style is still there."

Murong Xuanyin waved his hand and said, "What kind of situation I am now, from the family knows my own affairs, and Her Royal Highness does not work touted, and I heard that Qiusi has come, or it is important to do things."

He smiled at the South and turned his eyes to the North.

Xu Beiyou nodded, "I first went to see Ghunsi, you entertain Mr. Murong on my behalf, that year on the lotus peak of the island, if not Mr. Murong shot, there will be no Xu Beiyou today."

"I know this."Xiao Zhinan smiled and said, “Don’t worry.”

The north tour is no longer delayed, and under the guidance of the silver candle, it is headed to the Mingguang Palace.

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As for the cultivation of the realm, Qiusi must be better than Xu Beiyou, who is already the peak of the 18th floor of the Land Fairy, but the disciples do not have to be inferior to the teacher, as the sage said, the three-way trip must have my teacher, Xu Beiyou asked Qiusi, that is the reason.

Qiusi was arranged by Xiao Zhinan in a partial temple, at this time, there is no one, even the silver candle was stationed outside the temple early, until Xu North Tour into it, will be Zhang 100 years old this "first master in the big house" personally guarded the Fa.

When Xu Beiyou walked into the temple to see Qiusi, he saw that the latter was sitting on a futon, holding a transverse wheel in his hand, obviously waiting for a long time.

Qiusi looked up at Xu Beiyou and opened the door to the mountain: "This traversal wheel in my hand is the ferring temple to the treasure, which contains the small world of mustard, there are 100,000 and eight thousand words of the text, the truth is ninety-eight thousand words, and every turn of the week, it is equivalent to the countless Buddhas chanting."

Without seeing what Qiusi did, the transducer has begun to turn slowly on its own, and there is light between the rotations.

The Buddha worshipped by the moss temple is like a big day, it is one of the three bodies of the Buddha, its power is bright, the light of wisdom and Buddha-nity shines on the three realms and ten sides, and all the invisible and colorless things are visible and invisible, all sentient beings are all universal, and all the Fas are clear.

Therefore, in an instant, the temple was already bright, and the shadow of the heavenly woman appeared, the singing of the scriptures, the birth of Galan, the words of the mouth, the words of the invisible Buddha, the golden lotus, the smallpox.

At the same time, the sound of the text is more and more prosperous, and in the end, the golden inscription appears in the void, with the rotation of the wheel, countless characters are circled according to a fixed array, like a long cylindrical passage.

Qius continued: "At that time, this treasure fell into the hands of Fu dust, Fu dust talent, in the Taoist way, re-refining this treasure, there are all kinds of incredible gods.In the First World War, Fu dust fought Xiao Yu in this way, and it made Xiao Yu's dream life.Later, Xiao Yu returned this treasure to the Mo轮 Temple, once told me that he had seen the future in his dream, he saw his death in the palace, saw Xiao Xuan's successor, saw the Blue Korean Party dispute, saw Lin Yin screen hanging curtain to listen to politics, and even saw Gong Sun Zhongmou carrying the sword box to the northwest, in front of a child holding a summer cicadas, opening the sword box, a sword was born..."

The north face is strange.

"I was just suspicious, but I did not think that these things were fulfilled in the next few decades, and even I think that Xiao Yu would die in the peace for twenty years, and I would have abandoned a heavenly practice, and it was also influenced by this dream."

Xu Beiyou seemed to not know what to say, subconsciously reached out to the sword hilt between the waist, but he touched an empty, he remembered that he had not been wearing a sword in the waist for a long time.

Qiusi dandrethered the dandruff, rippled a layer of golden ripples, said: "This door of the dream of life of the magic is in it, how similar the situation of Xiao Yue is with you, today you have to melt the four big gold in a furnace, may wish to imitate Xiao Yu, to dream to find."

Xu Beiyou hesitated a little and asked, “The immovable gold body of the Mochaun Temple is also in it?”

Qiusi nodded, "This is the treasure of the Mo轮 Temple, in addition to the immovable gold body of the Mo轮 Temple, as well as the great day Fa phase, the Pharao dragon elephant, the cherry initiation, the great joy Zen and other magic, as long as you can understand, you can learn."

Xu Beiyou smiled, "The way of practice, the fine is not much, I just need a real money body."

Then he took a deep breath, and the people who had studied the Buddhist family clasped their hands together: "So there is a labor master."

The face of the thought is expressionless, and even more open, just raising the wheel in his hand.

The Buddha's voice is great.

It covers almost the entire city.

In addition to Xu Beiyou and Qiusi, even Zhang Bai and Xiao Zhinan have raised their eyebrows, and the realms of Xiao Yuanba, Chen Zhijin and others, even to operate the whole body air conditioner, in order to reluctantly resist this verbless Buddha-sing, and the large and small monks under the realm of the earth, are directly exposed to the color of the thai, as if they do not know where to be.

But now there is no half-cultivation of Murong Xuan yin, not moved at all.

He looked in the direction of the Buddha's voice and murmured, "Who dreamed the big dream?I know myself.

Just when his words fell, Xu Beiyou in the temple really slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.