The old monk clasped his hands together and recited with pity and compassion: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"I'm still chanting scriptures, and I still want to hurt people, call me. The big man rolled up his sleeves, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, according to the old monk and beat randomly, the people next to him shouted, no matter right or wrong, they only knew that there was a bad breath in their hearts, and it was not pleasing to anyone, this gas was blocked in people's hearts, and it was very unhappy.

A group of people rushed up, at the gate of the temple, punching and kicking the old monk and the little monk, in the main hall, Han Qizi was immediately anxious when he saw this, how could they beat an old man and a child who were powerless.

"Stop, don't fight. Han Qizi shouted, ignoring the ghosts and demons outside the temple, rushed out, pushed away the beaters, and desperately dragged the old monk and the little monk into the temple.

The moment he rushed out of the temple, in the sky, the demon clan that was wandering like thick ink quickly swooped down, rushed towards him and the old monk, crashed into the old monk's body, and was immediately bounced away by a golden light, turned his head and hit Han Qizi, and in an instant, crashed into Han Qizi's body.

Han Qizi shuddered, obviously feeling as if something was passing through his body, but the feeling was faint, and before he could think about it, the besiegers rushed over again.

"Get in. He suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly pushed the old monk into the temple.

The three of them desperately returned to the temple, closed the door, and the people who were shouting and scolding outside the door knocked on the door, but no one dared to rush in, only felt that they were close to the temple, and their hearts were even more irritable, and they wanted to escape.

The old monk who was beaten and bruised all over his body fell, and the little monk cried and hugged him, saying, "Master, are you okay?"

The old monk waved his hand and said weakly, "I'm fine." He said and looked at Han Qizi, and said, "Thank you for the donor's rescue, are you okay?

Han Qizi patted his chest and said, "It's okay, I'm a rough person, and my skin is thick." ”

He grinned innocently, and at the same time, outside the temple, the demons like thick ink were wandering, because it was a pure land of Buddhism, and there was a Buddha light around the temple, and the demons were not allowed to enter, so he could only wander outside the temple, waiting for the news of the demon clan that entered Han Qizi's body.

However, in Han Qizi's body, the demon who entered condensed into a human form and landed, Han Qizi's heart was a white illusion, he walked towards the center of the illusion, but saw a man in black clothes sitting cross-legged in the center of the illusion, and at his feet, was a black egg.

The demon army's eyes fell on the egg at his feet, and when he saw him, the golden runes on the eggshell suddenly lit up, and black demonic energy lingered from the eggshell.

That demonic qi is in the same vein as the Venerable Lord, and it is the same breath.

The demon army suddenly remembered something, looked at the black egg in disbelief, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Shizi?"

He walked quickly towards the egg, and the lord went into the mortal world in order to find the little son who was still alive in the world, but it turned out that the rumors circulating in the barracks were true, and their little son was still alive.

The demon army picked up the egg on the ground and said in surprise: "I'll take you back with my humble position." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, behind him, the ghost venerable who was meditating opened his eyes, his eyes changed suddenly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the demon army that had gone away was instantly sucked back and fell into his palm, he held the demon army's heavenly spirit cover with one hand, and said contemptuously with his eyes: "A mere demon clan dares to steal things under the nose of the deity, do you really think that the deity is dead?"

(Markor Literature-)