The Holy White Lotus, who had just left the seal, naturally didn't want to touch Yakumo Zi's moldy head, even if she didn't have a clear understanding of this Genshkyo Township, but who the owner of this Taoyuan Township was was obviously a monk still knew clearly.

"Good. ”

The abbot bowed his head, and Wang Yu also flapped his wings and flew away, no longer standing on the body of the holy white lotus with a little rudeness.

Not the slightest rage, the monk sat up from the magma. She still had a smile on her face, and her movements were completely different from ordinary people, the Holy White Lotus just folded her hands in front of her chest and did not use them to support the ground, she first lifted her head from the ground slowly and silently, then her neck, shoulders, and back, and the lava slowly gathered and flowed down the ends of her clothes and hair, and finally dripped down.

Smack.

The saint sat in the flames, but the bruises and blood stains from the previous battle quickly disappeared. The holy white lotus floated up like a Buddha, with a solemn appearance and a compassionate expression, but with an indifference of alienation from the world.

She caught up with Wang Yu, and in the high altitude of thin oxygen, the young man with wings on his back clapped his hands jokingly, but there was no smile in those blood-soaked eyes.

"So,"

Wang Hao asked softly, and his inhuman appearance gradually showed his sharp fangs because of his smile, which made the image of the young man no longer so kind.

"We can finally fight without playing, frolicking, or fighting, and with dignity and joy, right?"

Saint White Lotus nodded.

"And that's the end of it. ”

"And that's the end of it. The boy repeated, and as the demonic characteristics increased, Wang Hao's voice became sweeter and sweeter. His words were like a poisonous snake spitting its slender letter on an apple tree, unsettling and at the same time mysteriously black.

"Then you are offended, Lord Wang. ”

Dark blue pillars rose from the back of the White Lotus's head, and then split as if they had been cut in two by an invisible blade, and their trajectories formed an arc, unfolding behind the monk in an empty scroll that replaced the aperture of light.

"This is the Buddha treasure that the poor monks got in their early years, although it is a Buddha treasure, but it has also been separated from the right path along with the poor monks. If it's a classification, it should be the Majin Sutra according to the category in Gensokyo, but if it's a name, it's --"

"That's what I smelled. ”

The compassionate smile on the lips of the Holy White Lotus was more profound and a little more ethereal. The abbot's two thin lips were bloodless, and his not tall body made a magnificent sound that was enough to shock people's hearts, which was the Zen sound of a kind of transcendent consciousness through this body.

""When I heard it, for a while, the white lotus was in Nanyan Futi, and the seven naga ...... were reversed."

The holy white lotus muttered Sanskrit, and every time she said a new syllable, there would be some words in the originally empty two-way demon scroll that had never been seen or existed, and those symbols woven by the colorful aurora did not belong to Latin or cuneiform, and there was no resemblance to the square Chinese, but Wang Hao could understand the meaning, and he thought that others could understand it.

He knew what the Holy White Lotus was doing - she was writing a scripture about the victory of the monk "White Lotus" over the demon "Wang Hui"!

But the demon was not ready to interrupt her, firstly, his purpose was to fight rather than defeat, secondly, he had never seen this kind of Buddhist mantra before, which caused Wang Hao's curiosity to stir, and thirdly, he was already past the age when he would be angry about others' insulting words.

It's just that the young man realized that the abbot of the poor monk of the Buddha with his mouth open and closed his mouth was indeed 108,000 miles away from the right path, and he was really not wronged at all when he was sealed. If the group of thieves, who are shameless in many ways, can make the monks under their command wantonly make up what Shakyamuni said, then Wang Hao may still have a little affection for them.

The young man with the bones, horns, dragon wings, fangs, scales and anti-joints on his body waited for the Holy White Lotus to chant the scriptures, in fact, he didn't have to wait long. The scroll was filled in a few breaths, radiating a soft glow. And Wang Hao's heart was also inexplicably filled with fear and hostility towards the Holy White Lotus, as if the foreign monks were his natural enemies, and they were born to restrain him.

"Interesting. The smile of the demon who stood in his arms grew, and these did not really affect him, but this kind of speech spirit that directly created a new existence did make him interested.

"Didn't wait in vain......"

Wang Hui rushed to the Holy White Lotus with some impatience, according to his understanding, the abbot gave himself the attribute of "Breaking the Enemy: Wang Hui" with some kind of spell and weaving the cause and effect of defeating Wang Hui, some similar to the wishing technique but obviously more limited than the restrictive effect, and the waste wood spell that is mostly used to show DM's bad taste and hatred for the PC is so high that I don't know where it is.

With a soul, the Holy White Lotus is also approaching Wang Yu. Once again, the demons and the monks engaged in a fist-to-flesh duel in the air. Compared with the situation between the two sides last time, this time Wang Yu obviously felt the monk's sharper intuition, faster movements, and more powerful attacks. Although Wang Hao has always been very good at defending and has not suffered any substantial damage, it is obvious that he is at a disadvantage.

"It's so nice, I'm so happy. Wang Yu sighed, "It would be nice if you could get out of trouble two or three years earlier, if I had been exercising with you in the past few years, maybe I would have become a big monster now." ”

"The Buddha said, 'The world is impermanent. 'Lord Wang, you are in a good position. ”

"Ha, greed, hatred, infatuation, love and evil are the inherent desires of living beings, and they are the principles of heaven. Isn't it a bad thing to patronize the desire to kill like a thief and kill himself?"

The two of them, who had been able to communicate smoothly between the fists and the fronts, naturally did not use all their strength, but Wang Hao suddenly broke away from the battle. The boy stared at the monk's body from ten meters away, the blood-colored light in his eyes had long since faded, replaced by a deep, bottomless hollow pitch black.

"Original...... That's right. ”

Wang Yu seemed to be in the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, surrounded by sandalwood and Zen sounds. The boy walked leisurely, observing everything around him with a critical scrutinizing eye. He stopped in front of the Buddha statue, took out three blood-red incense sticks from his sleeve and lit them, and offered them to the incense burner, clasping his hands together like an ordinary pilgrim.

Then he looked up, and unsurprisingly saw the familiar face of compassion on the Buddha statue that was supposed to be the Great Ri Nyorai.

[Hello, Holy White Lotus. 】

The Holy White Lotus is not just a simple Holy White Lotus, there is a majestic and majestic temple phantom that spreads from the abbot's body, and the saints are inseparable from each other. Her magic engraves the concept of the temple into herself, and she is both a monk and an abbot, a treasure hall and a Buddha statue. The holy white lotus worships herself, believes in herself, her hands are the mountain gate, the heart is the abbot's room, and the spine is the palace of the heavenly king.

The Holy White Lotus is the Lotus Temple, and the Lotus Temple is the Holy White Lotus.

Wang Yu is fighting against a temple that has been enshrined and sung for thousands of years.