The dry ginseng blown by the wind in the sky and Nie Xiaoqian's robe whirred.

Nie Xiaoqian's mind was quite delicate, and she saw that something was wrong at this time, so she just hugged the neck of the withered ginseng, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the unconscious in front of her.

And the withered ginseng was in a cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly: "Fang.... Abbot ....."

"Amitabha, withered ginseng, you still don't send Master Nie back, and then go to the precept courtyard to think about it. The unconscious abbot looked compassionate, and did not seem to be the slightest irritated.

The withered ginseng didn't move, and looked down at Nie Xiaoqian, who buried her head in her arms.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

It's just that they meet in the water, and they can't put themselves in it.

"Compliance.... Abbot Law... Purpose. Dry ginseng replied ruthlessly.

Nie Xiaoqian raised her head sharply and looked at the withered ginseng with a puzzled expression.

Didn't you say that Lanruo Temple is a demon cave, why go back.

Could it be that this monk is lying to me.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all.

Dry ginseng didn't dare to look at Nie Xiaoqian, and in his unconscious gaze, he hugged Nie Xiaoqian and turned around and flew slowly towards Lanruo Temple.

Nie Xiaoqian noticed that things were a little weird, and looked at the cold sweat that kept dripping from the withered ginseng, so she didn't say anything to ask.

The speed of the flight was very slow, but the withered ginseng felt that time passed quickly, and finally began to land in the front yard of Lanruo Temple.

I saw that the Nie Prefect and the guards of the Nie Mansion were gone, and the unconscious abbot was standing on the steps of the front yard, looking at the withered ginseng and Nie Xiaoqian with a smile.

The withered ginseng was about to put Nie Xiaoqian down, but he said unconsciously: "The old man sees that the body of the Nie Shi Master is unknown, and he needs to use the Dharma to normalize it, the dry ginseng, you will carry the Nie Shi Master to the old man's meditation room." ”

The movement of the withered ginseng instantly stiffened.......

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, she immediately jumped off the withered ginseng and shouted loudly: "Daddy, daddy......"

The shouts echoed in the huge Lanruo Temple, but no one answered.

The unconscious smile was very playful, and with a light touch of her fingers, Nie Xiaoqian froze on the spot, unable to move.

Then he said gloomily: "Dry ginseng~"

Withered ginseng held out a "yes" from between his teeth, and his voice was inaudible, but he heard it unconsciously.

This makes the unconscious smile even brighter.

The withered ginseng trembled, stretched out his hand and hugged Nie Xiaoqian horizontally, step by step, step by step towards the unconscious meditation room.

Throughout the road, Nie Xiaoqian stared at the withered ginseng with disbelief.

Even a fool knows what to expect.

There is no Buddha statue in the unconscious meditation room, only a stove with three incense candles lit, rising green smoke.

The rich scent of sandalwood can't hide the smell of erosion all over the house.

Kushen gently put Nie Xiaoqian on the bed, and muttered with trembling lips: "Yes...... No ....."

After that, he didn't dare to face Nie Xiaoqian's gaze, turned around and staggered out of the meditation room.

Standing outside the door unconsciously, with a hideous smile on his face, he stopped the withered ginseng, leaned his head closer and said, "If you are obsessed, why bother."

If you can't become a Buddha, then you can be happy in time.

If you understand it, just wait outside the door and have your piece of the pie.

If you can't understand it, go to the Vinaya and slowly realize it to your Buddha.

Hahaha!"

Unconsciously looked up to the sky and smiled, and walked into the meditation room.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut unconsciously.

After a while, the withered ginseng heard the sound of stripping from inside.

You can see at the end of the corridor at both ends, a group of monks from Lanruo Temple are waiting in a pile.

"Hehehehe......" Dry ginseng smiled nervously, laughing as he walked towards the precept house.

"Lao Tzu thought he was a character, but it turned out to be a coward. ”

"Forget about the bag, and pretend to be high. ”

"Don't say that, he doesn't deserve to be high, he has a bad brain, and he can't see the situation clearly. ”

........

Listening to the cynicism of the brothers, Kushen couldn't help but clench his trembling hands, and stopped still.

Turning his head sideways, he said coldly: "You guys..... Look for death. ”

In an instant, the Buddha power in the body rioted, and the breath of the Hinayana realm instantly enveloped the entire Lanruo Temple.

Gritted his teeth and said: "Pan, Ruo, Bo, Luo, Honey, King Kong angry eyes, Jialan Buddha fingers." ”

I saw a finger of withered ginseng, and the brilliant golden rays shot from the fingertips to the crowd.

"Prajnaparamita, the seal of the Buddha without immaculateness. ”

"Prajnaparamita, a thousand compassionate hands. ”

"Prajnaparamita, the Admiralty. ”

.........

More than a dozen spells collided with Jin Mang, and in just an instant, Jin Mang was defeated, and the remaining residual power hit the withered ginseng's body.

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and more than half of the Lanruo Temple was destroyed in an instant, except for the unconscious meditation room.

I saw smoke and dust everywhere, and the breath of Buddha power spread throughout the entire Lanruo Temple, and for a while, the monks could not see clearly, and could not perceive the situation of withered ginseng.

"Dead. ”

"He deserves it, so many of our brothers and sisters have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall from the three Hinayana realms, and they actually dare to do something to us. ”

.........

"Mami, Mimi, uh......" bursts of Buddha groans came from the smoke.

The monks only felt that the Buddha power in their bodies was extremely suppressed, which was a qualitative difference, and it was definitely not a Hinayana realm.

The smoke gradually thinned, and under the sunlight, a golden Buddha shadow appeared in front of the monks.

And the golden Buddha shadow is still gradually getting bigger, and the monks are like ants in front of the Buddha shadow.

"This.... This is the king of the Ming Dynasty does not move...."

"Circle!"

"Run!"

"Abbot help!"

......

"Amitabha. "The withered ginseng is in the center of the Buddha's shadow, with his knees crossed in the air and his hands folded.

The whole person did not have a compassionate appearance, but turned pale and showed a crazy face.

Raise your hand slightly and press it with one palm.

I saw a huge Buddha shadow doing the same action, as if it was about to raze the entire Lanruo Temple to the ground.

"Enough!"

A golden light burst through the roof, shot out of the meditation room, and slammed into the Buddha's shadow.

In just an instant, the Buddha's shadow was shattered.

........

The breeze blew gently, shaking the sweat that hung on the upper eyelids of the dried ginseng.

A Buddha bead glowing with golden light is suspended in front of the withered ginseng's eyes, almost touching the tip of the withered ginseng's nose.

As if a warning, as if a threat.

"Bang~" The meditation room exploded, revealing the unconscious feeling of clasping his hands.

and

A female corpse without an inch.

Wujue said leisurely: "Amitabha, congratulations to the nephew of the withered ginseng on his promotion to Yuanjue."

The old man hereby announces that he will appoint dry ginseng as the first seat of Xinmu Hall, and you must not be disrespectful to him. ”

"No, no, no. ”

"Senior Brother Kushen has vast magical powers, and the Dharma is boundless, and the first seat of this Xinmu Hall is well deserved. ”

........

"Meet the first seat of dry ginseng. The monks bowed in unison.

The Buddha beads turned into a touch of golden light and returned to the unconscious hands.

Unconsciously squinted at the withered ginseng, then looked back at Nie Xiaoqian's corpse, waved his hand and said, "You are limited to restore Lanruo Temple to its original state within one day." ”

With that, he walked to the main hall, which was still in good condition.

When the monks heard this, they hurriedly followed, so as not to vent their anger with withered ginseng.

With the strength of the withered Shenyuan Jue Realm, he only killed himself overnight, and the abbot of Wujue reprimanded him for two sentences at most.

After all, Yuanjue Realm is already a top master, and there is no need to guess how Wujue will choose.

From beginning to end, his eyes did not leave Nie Xiaoqian.

After the group of monks left, they slowly landed next to Nie Xiaoqian's body.

I saw that Nie Xiaoqian's neck was deflected at a strange angle, and she should have been strangled to death by Wujue.

With hollow eyes, he reached out to untie his monk's robe and cover it.

It's night.

Heavy raindrops fell violently on the rooftops, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind and rain were fierce, as if they were about to engulf the entire Lanruo Temple.

The withered ginseng used his hands to dig the soil under the old locust tree again and again.

Although he didn't use Buddha power, he was very fast.

There were too many bones inside, and even the withered ginseng had scavenged the corpses of Nie Zhifu and the guards.

The pit dug deeper and deeper until there were not many bones left.

Looking back, the excavated pit had become like a well, and the bean-sized raindrops had filled the pit with silt.

The withered ginseng jumped back, returned to the "well", picked up Nie Xiaoqian's body and jumped into the "well" again.

Although it was pitch black under the "well", withered ginseng could still vaguely see Nie Xiaoqian's face with his extraordinary eyesight, and his eyes were already wide.

Gently put down Nie Xiaoqian's corpse and reached out to caress her eyes.

The withered ginseng only felt weakness all over his body, and suddenly knelt in the mud, his body curled up into a ball, and he pushed his head into the muddy water, and whimpered: "Master Nie, withered ginseng..... Impotent. ”

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