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With a cool breeze, the Two Realms Mountains returned to their former calm.

And if it weren't for the countless rocks rolling down on the south side of the mountain, and the large and small trees on the top of the mountain, who would have thought that there would have been an incomparably fierce battle here tonight?

"Senior Brother......

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the corner of the mountaintop, calling respectfully. Listening to that tone, it seemed that the speaker still had something to say, but for some reason, as soon as the words came out, they stopped.

At the same time, on a round rock in the center of the mountaintop, a black-robed figure was lying quietly, it was Wudao.

I saw that Wudao's face was serene, his breathing was even, and instead of showing any signs of injury, he seemed to be asleep.

But that's not surprising.

What's even more strange is that all over Wudao's body, except for the sleeve of his right hand, which is a little torn, everything else is intact and even spotless.

In addition, on the face of Wudao, although there is a tired color, it is clean, as if it has just washed its face.

Such an unreasonable scene makes people look at it, and it really feels like the second monk is confused.

However, at this moment, when a breeze was gently blowing on his face, Wudao, who had been lying for a long time, moved his brows, and was about to wake up.

However, just when Wudao opened his eyes, but did not fully open them, all his movements were forbidden for a moment, only breathing, maintaining the same size and frequency as when he fell asleep just now.

"Senior Brother Hangji! In front of the senior brother, if you have something to say, you don't have to hide it, just say it directly. An unfamiliar voice said.

As soon as these words came out, he woke up but pretended to be asleep, and he was suddenly startled.

But fortunately, Wudao was just a huge shock, and his body was still under his control, remaining motionless, otherwise, pretending to be asleep would definitely be discovered.

However, after a while, when it was clear that no one had noticed that he had woken up, Wudao slowly opened his eyes again. But he only opened one eye, and only opened a narrow gap, and he didn't dare to keep it open.

Then, following the voice of the speaker, Wudao looked intently.

But at the top of the mountain, there were three people standing at this time, and looking at their clothes and figures, it was easy to judge that they were two men and one woman.

Needless to say, the woman's graceful demeanor, graceful figure, and eye-catching purple clothes can tell that she is a purple spirit at a glance.

As for the two men, one of them Wudao was also recognized at a glance, and he was the former monk of Jinguang Temple, and now he is called Hanako Hangji.

And the last person was an old monk, with wrinkles on his forehead and face, but he was in good spirits and could not see a trace of twilight.

Wu Dao was sure that he didn't know this old monk, and at the same time, he dared to conclude that this was definitely the first time he had seen this person. However, the old monk's dress is quite similar to that of the old Hanako Hangji, wearing a shabby monk's robe and full of patches.

Seeing this, Wudao's mind turned around, guessing the identity of the old monk. And if I heard it right, it was this old monk in a shabby monk's robe just now, who called Hang Ji a "junior brother".

"Senior brother?" Wudao meditates silently in his heart.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Wudao's eyes, and Huo Ran's eyes widened.

If it is said that Hang Ji is really the junior brother of the old monk, then the identity of the old monk seems to be about to come out.

As one of the three major schools of righteousness, Jinguang Temple has a long history, from the opening of the school to the present, thousands of years, there have been five great monks.

It's just that in this generation, among the original five great monks, the last in the ranking, because he seriously violated the precepts of Buddhism, he was removed from the title of monk and expelled from Jinguang Temple, becoming the first person in history.

Therefore, in the Jinguang Temple in the mouth of the world now, there are only four great monks left, that is, the four people of suspense, suspense, suspense, and suspense.

As early as ten years ago, Wudao had already seen the two monks of Xuanwu and Xuanqing, and the only ones left who had never been masked were the two monks of Xuanbei and Xuanming.

However, Wudao heard that Xuan Ming and Xuan Qing are twin brothers, and the two look exactly the same, but the old monk in front of him can be completely different from Xuan Qing!

At this point, the identity of the old monk has been revealed, if he is not the suspenseful monk of Jinguang Temple, who else can he be?

The corners of Wudao's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, I'm afraid that the person who dealt with him before was this old monk who was suspenseful.

At this moment, Zi Ling suddenly turned around and looked at Wudao.

Wudao was startled, but fortunately he had expected it, and he had been careful not to be aware that he had woken up. Therefore, fright is fright, but in the movement of the body, he is not moving at all, maintaining a sleeping posture and breathing evenly.

Zi Ling looked at Wudao, who had not changed in any way, and frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

However, then, I saw that Zi Ling actually turned his body slowly, and as soon as he raised his foot, he wanted to walk towards Wudao.

After all, if he was close to Zi Ling, even if he pretended to be like him, it would be impossible for him to hide it as if he was really asleep.

But just when Wudao was nervous and prayed that Zi Ling would not come, a turning point appeared.

"Little girl!" A light call came from the mouth of the Hangji.

Zi Ling was stunned when he heard this, frowned, and put down his right foot that he had just raised.

Wudao was even more stunned in his heart, but he didn't expect Xuanji to call Zi Ling a little girl.

You must know that Purple Spirit is a thousand-year-old purple Lingzhi plant, and in terms of age alone, I am afraid that it will be more than twice as big.

Of course, having said that, the time since the purple spirit was formed into a human is not very long, and it has only been more than a hundred years so far.

Coupled with the gap in seniority, Hangji is a character of the same generation as the people of Xifeng Dao, so if it is calculated, Hangji calls Ziling a little girl, which does not seem to be too much.

Thinking of this, Wudao was relieved. When he noticed that Zi Ling had turned around, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And Zi Ling is probably similar to what Wudao thinks! After glancing at Hanging Ji, his eyebrows relaxed, and he asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

Hanging Ji grinned, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth, and didn't care about Zi Ling's question, but only said, "There is something now, I still need to discuss it with you." ”

When Zi Ling heard this, his brows that had just been loosened furrowed were furrowed again, his voice was cold, and he asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Hang Ji smiled and didn't speak immediately. After coming into contact tonight, he found that the woman in purple in front of him was really as rumored, with an arrogant personality and rejection of people thousands of miles away.

Although Zi Ling didn't know what Xuan Ji was thinking, he was somewhat clear. But just as Hangji didn't care about the tone of her voice, she didn't care what people thought of her.

After a while, seeing that Xuanji was silent, Zi Ling was a little impatient, so he coughed lightly.

Hanging Ji was taken aback, and naturally knew what the reason was, but he still didn't say it directly, but turned his head to look at the Hanging Compassion Monk.

From the eyes that Hang Ji looked at, he seemed to have understood something, but if Hang Ji didn't say it, it was not easy for him to make a conclusion.

"Senior brother!" Suspense said: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly, the way it is now, it's not your usual style!" ”

Xuan Ji nodded noncommittally, glanced at Zi Ling again, suddenly raised his hand, pointed to Wudao who was pretending to be asleep in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "I want to send this kid into the Wuliang Cave of Jinguang Temple, maybe I can get rid of the demon ...... on his body."

The voice did not fall, only listening to the suspense and purple spirit invariably speaking, the former said no, and the latter said absolutely not.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, thinking that only his senior brother Xuan Ji would disagree, but unexpectedly, Zi Ling's reaction was more intense and his attitude was more resolute.

"Little girl, why don't you agree? Do you know I'm saving ......?"

Hangji's voice was interrupted before he finished his words again.

Zi Ling didn't want to explain anything at all, and said categorically: "I have to take him back to Taiqingmen." ”

When Xuan Ji heard this, he suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "It's not that I won't let him go back to Taiqingmen, it's just that before returning to Taiqingmen, he needs to get rid of the demonic qi on his body first." ”

Zi Ling's face was indifferent, turned a deaf ear, and said coldly: "I must take him back to Taiqing Gate." ”

"Little girl!" Xuan Ji was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and he asked, "Jia Ren's ability, I don't know yet!" It takes a lot of effort to treat an ordinary headache and brain fever, can he heal his apprentice? ”

Zi Ling didn't answer, only repeated: "I have to take him back to Taiqingmen." ”

"You ......" Xuan Ji was furious, so angry that his upper and lower teeth touched each other, and "gurgling".

"Amitabha!"

Hanging Sorrow clasped his hands together, shouted Buddha in his mouth, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Senior Brother Xuanji, since the Purple Donor does not agree, why do you want to force others?" ”

Hearing this, Xuan Ji turned around, glared at his senior brother, and said angrily, "Haven't you agreed yet?" ”

"Don't digress." Suspense is a serious way.

"I ......" Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he was angry, angry, and smoking.

Seeing the suspense in his eyes, he comforted softly: "Senior brother, don't be angry, after all, you are not young, but it is not as young as when you were young." What if you have a headache and brain fever, but you can't even cure Jia Ren's kid, what should you do? ”

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Jideng was so angry that one Buddha was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, I understand your concerns, but as a Buddhist monk, you can't see death without saving it!" What kind of medicine is sold in Qingyang's old boy's gourd, can you not know it, senior brother? ”

Suspense nodded, and then said earnestly: "How can you be clear?" What if you don't know? This is the internal matter of Taiqingmen, and it is also the responsibility of Taiqingmen, and it is inconvenient for you and me to interfere. ”

"Fart!" Hang Ji scolded.

"This matter is very important, and if it is not handled well, it will inevitably affect the common people, so how can it be a matter of one faction? It is clearly the common responsibility of the three major schools of righteousness, the affairs of the righteous people in the whole world, and the affairs of the common people......"

Hung sad and silent, bowed his head and said nothing.

The purple spirit on the side looked solemn, and her eyebrows were tightly locked.

The more Xuan Ji spoke, the more excited he became, and suddenly shook his hand, pointed to the center of the mountaintop, and said loudly: "He ......"

As soon as the words came out, they came to an abrupt end.

But the round rock in the middle of the mountain top was empty at the moment.

And in the sky hundreds of feet away, a black shadow was fleeing at an unmatched speed.

"Stinky Boy ......"

Suspense, Suspense and Purple Spirit, the three of them said in unison.

(End of chapter)