"The gang of the Descending Dragon Temple are going to burn the backyard!"

Qi Zhi put down this sentence, jumped up, strode away, pushed open the door, and ran away. www.biquge.info Ding Feng didn't have time to catch up, so he heard Qizhi scream! Ding Feng raised his eyebrows and said secretly: "The Dragon Descending Temple is really here to steal the scriptures?"

Today, Ding Feng looked at the black-clothed monks of the Dragon Temple, and found that the people of the Dragon Temple were unable to do the Dharma, but they were only rough in martial arts, and even Ding Feng was not as good. Ding Feng thought to himself that he could also go to their mountain gate alone. Therefore, Ding Feng was not in a hurry, first closed the door, and then slowly searched for Qizhi's figure.

At this time, the moon is already high, bright and cold. A little moonlight sprinkled, Ding Feng walked away, and a little ice crystal floated in front of him, falling on his cheek, slightly cold.

Under the clear moonlight stands a lifelike ice sculpture, and it is Qizhi who is trapped in the ice. Next to the ice sculpture, there is a female nun standing, with ice muscles and jade bones, her hair is lightly pulled, and she is out of the dust. This woman is not Guanghan, who else can she be. She was dressed as a nun, wearing a monk's hat and a ring robe, and the color was a little colder, but there was no sense of abruptness, but it made Ding Feng feel extremely suitable.

The relationship between Ding Feng and Guanghan is not good or bad, but even if the two meet, they are the kind of people who don't want to deal with each other. But now that Qizhi is trapped in the ice, his eyes keep rolling, as if he is asking Ding Feng for help.

Since this month, Ding Feng has never seen Guanghan. I don't know what chance she bumped into, and she also left home. And the mana is greatly advanced, the vision is introverted, and the body is integrated with the heavens and the earth, and it no longer affects the flow of the vitality of the heavens. Pondering under the cold moon, Ding Feng looked at it, and only felt that it was a moonlight, not a real person. The aura of Guanghan became more and more ethereal, and Ding Feng couldn't see through it in the first place, but now he couldn't see through it even more. Input to the website: heiyaпge to watch the intoxicated Zhang Jie

Ding Feng coughed lightly and stepped forward: "He is a disciple of Master Wu......" But before Ding Feng finished speaking, the tip of his nose moved, and he suddenly felt that Guanghan was filled with a trace of dust, but then it was covered by the smell of fireworks rushing to the sky!

Suddenly there was a fire in the backyard, and the monks in the Garan Temple were shouting and rushing to put out the fire. Qizhi was anxious but helpless, he was frozen by Guang Han with the ice spirit divine light, and with his Taoism, it was impossible to get out of trouble.

There was a deliberate arson in the backyard for the purpose of using the Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion of Garan Temple. Ding Feng has not been to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Garan Temple, and he only chops wood and fetches water for more than a month, and the consequence of walking around from time to time is that he is not familiar with the temple. Although the temple is not big, there are many forbidden places. In some places, Ding Feng can not walk around at will, and unlike the Taoist gate, the Buddhist gate is still more strict in guarding the scriptures.

As long as the Daomen are not the descendants of the Fa, they will be included in the sect's scripture library and allowed to be practiced by disciples. However, this is also one of the tests, to see if the disciple can stick to his original heart and concentrate on the Tao rather than external objects.

Ding Feng's mana was sealed, and he couldn't break the ice spirit divine light of Guanghan. Seeing that Guang Han was unmoved even after knowing that Qi Zhi was a disciple of enlightenment, Ding Feng calmed down and wanted to see what Guang Han had in mind. The light of the fire faded and the fire became smaller, and many monks worked together to finally extinguish the fire.

At this time, under the light of the fire, the thin layer of ice covering Qizhi's body slowly melted. Qi Zhi sneezed a few times, fell out of the ice, shuddered as if his jaw was closed, and shouted again: "Oh no!

Ding Feng couldn't take care of both ends, Guanghan suddenly appeared, and Ding Feng was puzzled. But in the end, he kept up with Qizhi, all the way to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't find anything abnormal, it was empty, Qizhi seemed to be very sure of his own supernatural power, regardless of the rules, rushed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. As soon as Ding Feng's front foot arrived, he saw Qizhi burrowing into it with his back foot.

The door rules of the Garan Temple are strict, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to break in at will. Ding Feng is not very old, but unlike Qizhi, he has long lost his enthusiasm. At this time, Ding Feng was like an old monk entering the meditation, pranayama outside the Tibetan scripture pavilion. However, after a while, the monks of the Garan Monastery patrolled around because of the unknown fire, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was their primary target, and if the books in it were caught by fire, the foundation of the Nagaran Monastery for thousands of years would be destroyed.

Several monks saw the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion open, and saw Ding Feng sitting outside. A monk with a swallow-jawed and tiger-bearded face with a serious face, holding a ring stick, asked, "Sword Anger, have you ever seen someone coming in and out?"

Although Ding Feng didn't walk around, he was brought by the abbot, and the monks naturally knew a little about it. Ding Feng was thinking about whether he could help, but at this time, Qizhi with a suspicious face walked out of it, and Ding Feng had no choice.

The mighty monk, who held the rod, had a furious face and shouted, "Take it!"

More than a dozen monks flew behind him, and captured Qizhi with one face. Affected by the fish pond, Ding Feng was guarded by three monks.

"Uncle Benchen, what should I do now?"

This monk with the Dharma name Benchen is not arrogant, and his martial arts skills are not weak, but he has not opened the eight senses of Buddhism. He looked at Ding Feng and Qi Zhi, and gave orders, without dragging mud and water: "Shut up the firewood room in the backyard, and wait for the poor monk to report to the abbot before sending it." ”

Qizhi still wants to defend himself, but he can freeze to the bone. Although his weak body and bones have been exercised after bidding, he can't resist the ice spirit divine light, and he can't say a complete sentence when he stumbles, looking at Ding Feng, it seems that Ding Feng is trying to defend him. But Ding Feng had no intention of justifying at all, and went to the firewood room in the backyard under the custody of several warrior monks.

At this time, there was still a scorching smell in the backyard, the roof tiles were burned by the fire, and the already unclean firewood house looked even more dilapidated. Ding Feng and Qi Zhi fell into it, and there were two monks guarding the door, Qi Zhi eased up, his face was bitter, and he said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother Jian, why don't you explain!"

Ding Feng looked at him and said lightly, "Senior brother, can you see that there are other figures in the Scripture Pavilion?"

Qizhi shook his head: "No." When he entered the Scripture Pavilion, he found that there was no one but him, and there was not even a ghost in the cold. Whether the monks of the Descending Dragon Temple have ever been here or not, now even Qizhi himself is suspicious, but he is very sure that he 'heard' the voices of the monks of the Descending Dragon Temple, and knew that they were going to set fire to it, causing a riot, and then sneaking into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Ding Feng said again: "If the senior brother catches the stolen goods and gets them, Benchen will be speechless, and the senior brother will also have no fault." But now only the senior brother has broken the rules and broken into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is a violation of the Great Precept, and he will be locked up for at least three years. Even if the abbot wants to protect us and others, he is powerless. The rules set by Buddhism are not so easy to change, and my brother should know this better than me. ”

Qi Zhideng's face was red and his neck was thick, he was magically excited, and he was extremely excited: "I really heard it! They just want to take the opportunity to steal into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and seize the secret book! I'm going to go to Uncle Benchen to reason!"