Zhu Yifei was awake and fainted in waves of pain, and fainted again when she was awake, and she didn't know how many times she repeated, and the indescribable torturous pain disappeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shumo's hands were drenched in blood, and there were only two sword eyebrows that slanted into the temples on his face shrouded in black mist, sharp and gentle.

Looking at the woman whose face was extremely distorted in pain, she suddenly stretched out her fingers and inserted them into the rotten and bloody eye sockets, and forcibly dug out a round and soft eyeball, and put it on the stone plate on the side, and then gouged out the other eyeball, which was festered into half of it, held it in her hand and looked at it, and put it in the stone plate.

Reflexively, he washed his hand, and the void turned into two crystal clear pink beads and pressed them into the eye socket, and then turned around and placed them in a good position, before applying the herbs to the woman's eyes little by little, and then the dazzling purple light emitted from the palms of the two hands, and continued to advance towards the wound.

A cyan figure suddenly landed, looking at everything in the cave with a cold face, and for a long time, he couldn't help but let out a sigh on his lips.

"You can chase after you from such a distance, it seems that your Dao skills have improved a lot" Shumo started the exercises, and the purple light dissipated, revealing a flawless face, but the skin at the corners of the eyes was glowing with fluorescent pink, adding a touch of charm and softness to the originally cold color.

"Being able to refine the demon pill of the eight-tailed Elvis King is also your creation, don't do anything that hurts the sky and reason in the future" The person in Tsing Yi's figure is Ziyang, it turned out that after losing in the Tianwei chess game that day, Ziyang had already left the place where the demon king's tomb was located and woke up in Zifu, and followed Zhu Yifei's breath all the way to find it for seven or eight days before finding here.

"Hehehe, Daoist Ziyang, do you think you are still qualified to say these things to me now?" Shumo said and suddenly turned around and instantly moved behind Ziyang, and then flew up and kicked Ziyang's back, Ziyang, who was dressed in green clothes, was his opponent, this sudden speed was impossible to dodge even if the eyes of the sky were fully opened, and his body flew out in an instant, crashing into the wall in the cave, and fell into the pile of rubbles with an ordinary bang.

"This kick is to avenge your revenge that day, for the sake of Yifei's face, I have already shown mercy to my subordinates" Shumo snorted coldly, approaching Ziyang step by step.

To say that Ziyang has suffered a lot of injuries, big and small, but this is the first time he has been bullied by a goblin like this, and his heart suddenly became angry, but now he really can't stand up, and Shumo's kick can be said to have caused a lot of damage to his body.

"Aren't you afraid that Yifei knows?" Ziyang opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned pale, and he looked at the unconscious woman on the stone bed, and asked intermittently.

"What would she know? Do you mean that?" Shumo said as the black fog around him faded instantly, dressed in a green robe, handsome and beautiful, with a soul-calming golden bell hanging from his waist, holding a jade bingfu dust in his hand, sword eyebrows staggered, phoenix eyes squinted, and the corners of his lips slanted.

"You ........" There was a dullness in his chest, his breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't help but hold back another mouthful of blood.

"Let's go, when you kicked me back to my original form, I should have killed you, but after all, you are Yifei's master, and you are kind to her, even if you are always using her to suppress your extreme yang qi, but she is stupidly giving her sincerity, and I, the last thing I want is for her to be sad and sad" Shumo said and sat on the edge of the stone bed, stretched out his hand to hold the pair of white and soft pancreas in his hands, Ziyang looked at his face and body, doing what she had always wanted to do but did not dare to do, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Just as he staggered to his feet, two figures suddenly fell outside the stone cave, one large and one small, the big one was more than eight feet high, and the small one was less than his waist.

"Amitabha, good, good" The old monk recited the Dharma name two or three steps into the stone cave, a yellow monk's robe is already old and can no longer be old, but the robe on the body is very new, the eye sockets are deep-set, the hand twisted red sandalwood Buddha beads, the monk shoes on the feet are made of hay, the leader has broken a hole, vaguely exposing the two heels of the moving toes.

The little monk saw that the old monk actually let go of the hand holding him, and hurriedly ran in as he did, and recited the syntax number "Amitabha, good, good", and the appearance of closing his eyes and standing his palms was almost exactly the same as that of the old monk, and it was exactly the same.

Shumo hurriedly got up and stood up, looking at the two monks with cold eyes, and sighed for a long time before he sighed, "The master came from thousands of miles away, shouldn't he be nosy?"

"Born in Bodhi and forgotten in the son, a hundred generations of sins will not die, the three tails could have obtained the immortal path, and the ten lives were in vain to fall into the Shura demon" The old monk thought, and then stood there quietly without speaking.

"Demon, what my master means is that you have no end in the sea of suffering, don't be obsessed, be careful that he accepts you" The little monk shouted loudly at Shumo after looking at the old monk, and made a grimace that he thought was very scary.

"Huitong, don't talk nonsense among monks," the old monk raised his eyebrows and said sharply.

Huitong pouted, tilted his head and stopped talking.

"Hmph, monks still don't have to meddle in things, if you have kung fu, it's better to knock on the fish and chant the scriptures" Although Shumo said this, but he couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, he saw that the old monk and the little monk were all golden on the top of their heads, and Hong Ni Caixia reflected a blurred light and shadow, and immediately knew that the two of them had a great background, if they showed their true bodies, the strength of their ten tails was not enough for people to move their fingers.

"Ziyang Daoist, don't come unharmed" The old monk didn't pay attention to the book and ink, but gave a Buddhist salute to Ziyang.

"The master is polite" Ziyang also replied with a salute, and the two of them said hello.

"Go back to the mountains to cultivate, your calamity is born from this, and it should be ended by you, the poor monk only advises you to say a word, don't do your own evil" The old monk said, not waiting for Shumo to react, suddenly threw out the red sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, the Buddha beads instantly golden light, the whole circle of the book and ink, and then dragged to the outside of the cave, like the hand of a giant, turned around twice and suddenly loosened, the figure of the book and ink was instantly thrown out of fifty or sixty zhang away, and fell into a lake.

Finally crawled out of the water, it turned out to be a ten-tailed black fox, with long white fangs, blood-red eyes revealing a bloodthirsty fierce light, hatefully forgetting the direction of the flash, turned around and ran into the bushes.

In the cave, Ziyang respectfully thanked him, "Thank you master for coming to the rescue"

The old monk shook his head, "I don't know what to do, the Tao is important, the heart is pure, and the desire to abstain is reckless."

Ziyang's face was slightly red, and he bowed his head shyly and said, "Thank you for the master's guidance, Ziyang will remember it in my heart."

"Robbery is born from demons, it is difficult to be born from obsession, you can understand" paused, continued, "The poor monk came here today to ask for something"

"Master, please speak, but if Ziyang can do it, he will definitely live up to his mission," Ziyang hurriedly said.

"Now that the time has passed, the poor monk is just the age of the sixtieth birthday, and his life span is over, only an ignorant child can rest assured, I don't know if the Ziyang Daoist can take in the apprentice" The old monk said and pushed the little monk's hand away from the hem of his clothes, and pushed him forward.

"The master is polite, Ziyang will take care of it," Ziyang said with a smile.

"Master, don't you want me?" Huitong saw that the old monk actually handed him over like this, and suddenly burst into tears, holding the old monk's sleeve and not letting go.

"Don't mess around" The old monk pushed his hand away again, pulled it and handed it to Ziyang.

Ziyang took it a little embarrassed, and said, "Dare to ask the master why he is passing?"

The old monk said, "Today is three o'clock"

Ziyang looked at the sky outside, it was still noon, and said, "If the master is not in a hurry, he will go to Ziyang Mansion to get together, and it will be good to round the admiration of the little master."

"When you come to the dust, when you go to the soil, how can you envy it, where to lick the calf, I will leave, the mountains and waters here are cold, you also take the female donor and leave quickly"

The old monk said and turned around three or two steps to the entrance of the cave, the wind and clouds gathered under his feet, shaking the monk's body, and when he was about to fly high, Huitong suddenly ran up crying, holding the old monk's ankle and shouting "Master, Master"

The old monk twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, paused for a moment, and suddenly turned into a golden rainbow and flew away into the sky.

In the void, the cry of the little monk suddenly came from the Buddha's eight sentences:

The 10th Golden Arhat, who dreams of reading the first part, has no gods to cultivate and cross, and all are idle in tears.

Several times forget the worries, several times the delusional Zen, Erbenwu body, why bother with the old.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!

Ziyang was startled when he heard this, and looked at the breathless little monk who was lying on the ground crying a little incredulous, but he also accepted this kind of fate in an instant, maybe what the old monk did was also a helpless move, not to mention that he must have been the most trusted by him.

Thinking of this, Ziyang felt that his shoulders seemed to be a lot heavier, and he picked up Xiao Budian, who was crying on the ground and was about to faint, it was heavy, and the arm that was pressing him was a little painful.

The little monk looked at the sky with tears in his eyes, and sobbed for a long time before stopping.

Ziyang sighed and said, "Don't be sad, just follow us in the future" In fact, what he wanted to say was that at least he wouldn't be hungry for you, but after thinking about it, he was also a monk, and he had very little money or anything, and he would have to be hungry and full in the future.

The little monk thought about it and stopped crying, broke free from Ziyang's embrace, ran to the edge of the stone bed, stared at Zhu Yifei for a moment, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Demon girl, you actually pretended to be asleep, and secretly laughed at me" As he spoke, he suddenly pushed her off the stone bed........