Inside the small temple, cold and damp and gloomy, the faint smell of sandalwood lingers here, there was once incense, and so far the incense is not ember.

This is very strange and unusual, because the breath inside the temple has always been peaceful and peaceful, blessed by the Dharma, and all evils are avoided!

Even, Jiang Feng knew that some large temples were a dojo in themselves, and they were even more extraordinary, different from the ordinary, and claimed to be invincible.

In fact, there is also a field here, where the golden light rises and forms a vision, which is very amazing, but the field here seems to have been forcibly reversed and turned into a killing place.

Jiang Feng's heart moved, he looked at the woman's back, after she came out of the wooden comb, she stopped talking and repeated the action of combing her hair.

The green silk of the waterfall hangs down the back of the head, black and straight, extremely silky, as if it is a combing of the hair, and the effect can only be repeated thousands of times.

But such a scene, falling in the eyes, no matter how weird it looks, it is more like this woman has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she does not allow any of the hair to be messy.

Soon Jiang Feng realized that his guess was right.

This woman does have a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, when she combs her hair, she always maintains a posture unchanged, even if the angle of the wooden comb and the range of the comb are exactly the same, when there is a trace of deviation, the woman immediately starts again, and it is absolutely not allowed to have a trace of error.

"Huh?"

Seeing this situation in his eyes, Jiang Feng was a little dumbfounded, but it was more creepy, because it seemed to be a simple action of combing his hair, but in fact, this big action contained countless small actions.

If you want to keep the rhythm of these countless small movements in line with thousands of times, even with Jiang Feng's current cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to do it.

This is different from using a sword, the sword is repaired, you only need to stab the sword in your hand, and the hair is already soft, and it is easy to lose control when combing, so if you want to grasp every detail, this is an extremely terrible thing in any case.

This is not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is more like a practice, but this kind of practice has never been seen before!

For about half an hour, the woman kept combing her hair, and Jiang Feng had been quietly watching from a distance, and when half an hour passed, the woman finally spoke and said the second sentence, "Old monk, after so many years, are you still so stubborn and don't admit your mistakes back then?"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The voice of kindness sounded slowly, and the air there shook slightly, and then I saw an old figure, walking out of the wooden fish, it was an old monk, with white beard and hair, wearing a shabby yellow robe, he held Buddhist beads in one hand, and put the other hand together.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "After so many years, the female benefactor is still beautiful, which is gratifying. ”

"You don't even dare to look at me, how do you know that I am still beautiful?" the woman said in a mocking tone.

"Amitabha!" the old monk recited a Buddha name.

"Don't you dare to look at me because you're ashamed of me?" said the woman again.

"Amitabha!" the old monk still recited the Buddha's name, silent.

"Between you and me, the victory and defeat have been divided, why waste my time again?" the woman suddenly sneered, her tone was cold, and it contained a strong murderous intent.

But seeing that the old monk shook his head, he was extremely stubborn, as if he did not agree with the woman's statement, and seemed to be expressing other meanings.

Jiang Feng listened to these words, which were quite incomprehensible, but whether it was this woman or this old monk, they were all beings above the world, and they were not something he could understand at his current level.

"Do you really think I can't help you?" the woman said, the coldness intensified, and she suddenly made a move, shooting out a golden light, forming a golden light net, covering the old monk.

"Buddhist methods?" Jiang Feng was taken aback.

This is actually a means of Buddhism, showing that this woman has cultivated the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism, at this time, Jiang Feng finally understood, what was going on with the previous golden light, it was clearly related to this woman.

The golden net flew out, and the void was immediately imprisoned, and the old monk finally raised his head at this moment, and he looked at the woman.

Then, the Buddha beads flew out of the old monk's hand and collided with the golden net, the void shook, and the space was torn apart, forming a turbulent current.

But the small temple was not destroyed when it was subjected to such an impact, and Jiang Feng saw that in all directions, large luminous characters flew out.

"The true understanding of Buddhism?" Jiang Feng was even more surprised.

In this way, two kinds of fields are arranged here, and the fields are superimposed and intertwined.

When the big glowing characters flew out, it was obvious that the woman's body trembled slightly, but soon, the woman's right hand pressed down, and the big golden characters quickly exploded, and they couldn't bear it.

One by one, the golden characters exploded, and the field there was twisted, a wall collapsed in response, and the masonry was shattered into powder.

"This?" Seeing in his eyes, the old monk's face changed greatly.

"This place, how long do you think you can trap me?" the woman said with a sneer.

"You've come this far?" said the old monk in a lost voice.

"How could I have come this far, so quickly, thanks to you?" said the woman, sarcastic.

She is very strong, domineering, and always on top, as if she is looking down on the world, which is beyond the world.

"I was wrong. The old monk sighed.

"Finally admit your mistake?" the woman laughed.

"I thought you would be worn out, but ......," said the old monk.

"Shut up!" the woman yelled, knowing that she had misunderstood, and the old monk's words were not what she thought at all.

"My Buddha is compassionate. The old monk folded his hands and offered a cane.

"Demon Scepter, I want to see how you descend me!" said the woman in a cold voice, she was strong, and she fought with the old monk, and the temple was in chaos.

There is a mixture of light and shadow, and the woman's Buddhist attainments are to an astonishing extent, which is to steal the teacher, but it is integrated and accepted for her own use.

In comparison, the old monk is somewhat dwarfed, but even if the woman's true meaning of the true understanding of Buddhism has reached an incredible height, it is still much inferior to the old monk.

It's just that the woman has never used her original means from beginning to end, and for a while, between the two, they are evenly matched.

"Is that all you have to do?" said the woman coldly, looking at the old monk with a smile and a hint of sarcasm.

"The female benefactor is related to my Buddha!" the old monk said softly.

"Yes, it's not just fate. The woman giggled, and she laughed arrogantly and presumptuously, giving the impression that a cat was teasing a mouse.

In the end, the old monk was suppressed, and the demon-slaying staff was beaten to pieces, turned into a gray shadow, and submerged into the wooden fish.

Because, she has fought with the old monk countless times, and between the two sides, there are winners and losers of each other, but it is not an easy thing to get out of this temple, and she has never succeeded.

On the contrary, every attempt is a great loss of her vitality, and it takes a lot of time to make up for the damage.

At this time, the woman was eager to try, as if she wanted to impact and break the confinement here, but in an instant, the woman dispelled this idea, knowing that the time had not yet come!

Trying at the wrong time would only be self-defeating, and in that case, she would be trapped here for longer.

At this time, the woman seemed to have just discovered Jiang Feng's existence, and suddenly, she turned around and looked at Jiang Feng, who was standing at the door of the temple.

That face was incomparably bright, difficult to describe in words, but when it fell into Jiang Feng's eyes, it was like a cloud covering the mist, it seemed to be seen clearly, and it seemed that what he saw was only a non-existent phantom.

"Come in!" said the woman, commanding and unquestionable.

As the words fell, Jiang Feng only felt that someone picked up a heavy hammer and hit him on the head heavily, and the feeling of drowsiness swept over him instantly, making him unconsciously move his steps, that is, to move forward.

The moment his footsteps stopped, Jiang Feng had a cold sweat on his back, and within his dantian, the Ten Heavenly Seals were sprinkled with light, and at the critical time, he kept his heart.

The woman's words were as true as she spoke, even if Jiang Feng had a heavenly seal, she was still affected, which was undoubtedly terrifying, and made Jiang Feng feel great horror.

"Huh?"

Noticing that Jiang Feng stopped, the woman's face was slightly weird, Jiang Feng's cultivation was seen through by her at a glance, in front of her, she was like an ant-like existence, and said politely, let it be born, let it die.

Her word is the supreme will!

However, despite Jiang Feng's influence, she quickly came to her senses, it was a strange force, even if it was her, she had never seen it.

The woman's gaze fell on Jiang Feng's body and took a look, that kind of look could penetrate all the falsehoods in the world, Jiang Feng only felt that with that scrutinizing gaze, he had no secrets at all.

"Who are you?" Xiu frowned slightly, and the woman asked in a deep voice, her face became a little strange, because, although she could see through Jiang Feng's cultivation at a glance, she couldn't see through Jiang Feng's other secrets at all.

"Who are you?" Jiang Feng asked rhetorically.

Regarding the identity of the woman, Jiang Feng was more curious, he didn't know how many years he had been trapped here, but he had the means to reach the sky.

"Shut up!"

The woman drank lowly, greatly displeased, and her voice seemed to be the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder exploding in Jiang Feng's ears, causing Jiang Feng's soul to appear cracks and be torn apart. If it weren't for the Heavenly Seal guard, Jiang Feng would be scattered at this moment!

"Boom!"

But at this moment, within Jiang Feng's dantian, the Ten Heavenly Seals suddenly changed, and the colorful divine light burst out from his dantian, suppressing the woman in a way that even Jiang Feng was caught off guard.

Inside the temple, the woman roared loudly, she was very embarrassed, where the light and shadow swirled, and the divine light was like a millstone, grinding her body and soul......