Chapter 62

"See the abbot?"

Hui Ming was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "I wonder if the donor can tell the poor monk anything?"

If it was an ordinary person who had this request, Huiming would naturally tell him bluntly. But the three women in front of him, he faintly felt the demonic aura from them, and he was sure that they were the identity of the demon clan, but he couldn't see through the cultivation of the three people.

He didn't dare to be careless in his heart, worried that he would be unfavorable to his father-in-law, so he naturally asked.

Although Xiao Jing could understand, she was still a little dissatisfied in her heart, and couldn't help but glance at the monk.

Zixuan groaned for a while, sighed, and said calmly, "My sister and I have fallen under a strange curse, and I want to ask the abbot of your temple to help me break the curse!"

"Oh!" Hui Ming's expression was abrupt, and then he said, "What kind of strange curse? The poor monk also knows a thing or two about breaking the curse, can you show the poor monk?"

"Of course you can!" Hearing this, Zi Xuan nodded slightly, her sleeves flicked to the left, and a two-foot square mirror suddenly appeared on the wall of the wing room.

The mirror seems to be made of water, but it seems to be firmly embedded in the wall. The image in the water mirror is the curse pattern behind Xiao Jing, and the stripes of the pattern are clearly visible.

Zixuan casually used spiritual power to condense the spiritual rubbing, and Huiming was secretly surprised in his heart.

He could do it if he asked himself, but the spatial fluctuations could not be concealed, and it was absolutely impossible to do it so without revealing a trace.

The three of them dared to come here, and sure enough, there were still some means.

"This, it seems to be a curse of the undead?" Hui Ming took a closer look, looked surprised, and called out his name.

"That's right! It's the curse of the undead!" Zixuan waited for Huiming to finish reading, then flicked his sleeves again, and the water mirror disappeared out of thin air.

Lan Lan asked beside her, "I don't know if the master has a way to get rid of it." ”

Hui Ming pondered for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "If it's an ordinary curse, I can break it." If the Curse of the Dead isn't already formed, I can do it. It's just that this skull has been more than 72 hours, and it has already been completed, and the poor monk has more than enough heart but can't do it!"

"Oh!" Lan Lan looked disappointed, "In that case, it seems that only the abbot is tired, can you take us to ......?"

Huiming is in charge of reception in the temple, and his observation of words and looks is first-class. After looking at Zixuan's water mirror, they were even more convinced of the purpose of their trip.

"Naturally, there is no problem. It's just that you are here today, I'm afraid you will disappoint the three donors!" Huiming stopped Lan Lan's words and said slowly, "The abbot went to Shanghai to participate in the blessing *dharma* meeting, and he is not in the temple!"

"Is that true?" Lan Lan couldn't help but ask.

"Amitabha!" Hui Ming clasped his hands together and said, "Monks don't speak!"

"Oh!" Zixuan and the three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the loss in each other's eyes.

"Since that's the case, we have to go back empty-handed, please tell the abbot of your temple, we will visit another day......"

Zixuan bowed in thanks, and then turned around and left with Xiaojing Lanlan.

Squeak!

At this time, the small door on the right side of the wing room opened, and two monks came out one after another, one was an elderly monk with kind eyebrows, and the other was a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged monk.

After the two of them walked out, they saw the three Zixuan who turned to leave.

The tall middle-aged monk frowned, and raised his voice: "Stop!"

Zixuan and the three of them were stunned when they heard this, and they couldn't help but stop and turn their heads.

"I'm talking about you!" said the middle-aged monk in an unkind tone.

Zi Xuan sneered in her heart, turned around, and said slowly, "I don't know what advice this master has?"

The so-called people respect a foot, I respect a foot. Zixuan has always done the same, although it is someone else's territory, she doesn't think that blindly backing down can avoid trouble.

"Come if you want to, leave if you want to, what do you think of my Xiangguo Temple?" the tall monk was unhappy in his heart, his face sank, and he shouted.

Afterwards, he also looked at Huiming next to him, with some dissatisfaction on his face.

"Senior Brother Huijue, they are here to find the abbot for something......" Huiming seemed to know his temperament and wanted to explain something to him.

But before Huiming finished speaking, he was interrupted by his raised hand, "You don't have to worry about this-"

Huiming had no choice but to smile bitterly and stop talking.

Huijue is the supervisor of the temple, overseeing the affairs of the whole temple, and at the same time in charge of the economy of the whole temple, and his status is above him.

The old monk next to him saw that the temple seemed to be intent on embarrassing the female benefactor, frowned, and asked Huiming curiously: "What's going on?"

The old monk is a wandering monk with the Dharma name Guangji. Hui Ming naturally knows. Guangji traveled from the north of China to the south, and came to Xiangguo Temple two days ago to place a temporary stay, and Huiming also received. It's just that Guangji specializes in Buddhism, and the Dharma is exquisite, and there is no mana cultivation.

Huiming glanced at him, thought for a while, then let out a long sigh and said with a smile: "Master Guangji, this is nothing, in fact, it is a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding......"

While the two were talking, Huijue had already walked in front of Zixuan and the others.

He said expressionlessly: "Since you are here, you can naturally stay." ”

"Oh?" Zi Xuan said coldly, "Can the master give me a reason?"

"Do you need a reason?" Hui Jue said indifferently, "Your identity is there!"

"Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all beings and is compassionate!" Zi Xuan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, "It seems a little inappropriate for the master to be so aggressive!"

"You-" Hui Jue's face sank, and between his words, an invisible aura on his body slammed directly towards Zixuan.

Zi Xuan remained silent, and the moment Gang Qi came to her body, her spiritual power erupted.

Airplanes!

There was a strange sound in the chamber, and then Huijue took two steps back.

Huiming's mouth moved, wanting to remind, but he didn't make a sound after all. He sighed in his heart, the senior brother has assisted the abbot in the past two years to take charge of the affairs of the temple, although he is conscientious and capable, but his temperament is becoming more and more impatient. Now in front of him, it may be a good thing to give him a small loss.

Huijue was a little surprised, and he was a little surprised.

This little demon has a bit of a trick! I was careless just now.

They don't run away, maybe they have some reliance on themselves, but they can only stop there. Now, let me see what kind of monsters you are!

"Duh!"

He shouted, and the monk's robe on his body was windless. With a wave of his right hand, the wide monk's sleeve suddenly turned into a tent, heading towards Zixuan's three people, and a powerful attraction emanated from the monk's sleeve.

Lan Lan and Xiao Jing were shocked, this monk's mana was strong, and his control of mana was obviously too much beyond them, and it did not affect the rest of the people and things in the room.

Sleeve up!

Huiming's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost cried out. He didn't expect that the senior brother would even use this trick, it seemed that he wanted to take the three demons together!

But with Huiming's insightful mind, it is obvious that these three women with normal faces will not let him succeed so easily.

Huijue's big sleeves were flicked out, full of confidence. Unfortunately, things didn't go in the direction Hui Jue expected.

Just as the powerful and incomparable suction power descended on the heads of the three of them, the spiritual power on Zixuan's body surged underneath, and an invisible shield protected the body.

The three of them stood still!

Hui Jue's face changed, and he was about to make a handprint, but a sigh came from his ear: "Break!"

I didn't see how Zi Xuan and the others moved, and then the tents made of sleeve robes above their heads shattered, like butterflies flying in the wings.

Huijue's pupils shrank and he stood on the spot.

He knew the power of the sleeves. He used the cultivation of the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, but it was easily broken, which can only show that the woman in front of him hid the cultivation. Moreover, the cultivation realm of the two is more than a little bit different.

"All living beings have Buddha nature! The master is obsessed with the difference between human and demon, and he will do it as soon as he meets, which can be described as a match!" A voice suddenly came into his ears.

Huijue's whole body shook when he heard this, and when he looked up, Zixuan was looking at him with a soft face.

"Thank you master for your advice, visit me another day, and say goodbye!"

Then, she turned around and walked towards the door with Xiaojing and the others.

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