Leng Ye forcibly endured the tears that were about to burst out, hugged Xinyue in his arms, gently stroked Xinyue's long hair, and hugged it so tightly without saying a word. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yan Hong and Zhang on the side looked at this situation, grabbed each other's hands with a heart, and held them tightly. The two glanced at each other, and neither said anything, but the love in Zhang Ang's eyes, the resolute and silent promise, and the attachment in Yan Hong's eyes, hope that silence is better than sound.

"Tsk, that's right, although the merger period realm of the cultivation realm is nothing, but this positive merger realm needs to experience time and love in order to truly realize oneself, this kid is stuck in the bottleneck of the merger period realm, and he really doesn't suffer a loss!"

In the void, a young man who didn't know what came out of it, dressed in a white shirt, was lazily lying on a wicker chair, and muttered to himself with Erlang's legs crossed. Then the figure faded and finally disappeared.

"Ask, what is love? Do you only increase your sorrow or make a promise? Love is power, and sometimes...... It is also a source of disaster. Alas......"

When the young man disappeared, the young man's sigh was faintly heard in the air, but I don't know who it was sighing for.

From beginning to end, the four of them did not feel the appearance of the young man in the cold night, and they were still immersed in their own love. Although this scene is very comforting, but at this moment, a discordant one came to everyone's ears

"Amitabha, why did the four donors kill the master of the Ao Yun Young Hall for no reason, and also killed the two protectors of the Demon God Temple for no reason, what do you want?"

Hearing this sudden sound, the four of them couldn't help but look up at the source of the sound, only to see that the person who came was an old monk wearing a yellow robe and a long white beard, standing not far away.

When Leng Ye heard this, he rose directly into the air, and the old monk stood in the air, and then asked

"May I ask if it's a big deal, but did you see that poisonous Jiao? Where is he now? ”

Although the words of the cold night were unremarkable, the fierce killing intent was not concealed at all.

Although there was some distance apart, the rich killing intent in the eyes of the cold night was completely lost by the old monk. Then what is the matter with both hands, tepid and said lightly to the cold night.

"Amitabha, the donor has already committed the precept of killing, and wants Wang Zi to kill people for He? You must know to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Amitabha. ”

Although the old monk's tone was indifferent, a fine light flashed in the depths of his gaze.

It may be because of Xinyue and Zhang Ang's influence on Buddha Mountain before, so they were also disdainful in Leng Ye's heart, and secretly sneered in their hearts, and then said lightly to the old monk.

"Buddha? I've never believed in someone, but that poisonous guy is too deceitful, how can it be said that he is a suicide? ”

When it comes to the poisonous Jiao, Leng Ye can't wait to kill him as soon as possible. It's not because he likes to kill, but this fang is too rampant, not only does he not know how to retreat, but he also chases him outside the city to continue to despise Xinyue and Yanhong, how can Leng Ye not be angry in his heart.

"Then the young hall master of Ao Yun may have been a little offended by the four donors, but the crime is not to death, why is the donor so murderous? It's better to go back to Lingshan with the poor monk and eliminate the murderous nature! ”

The old monk didn't answer Leng Ye's question, but suddenly said so, which made Leng Ye secretly wary in his heart.

"Master, I don't know who you are?"

At this time, a voice came from behind Leng Ye, but it was Zhang Ang and the three people behind him who came forward, and it was Zhang Ang who asked.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Huineng, Amitabha."

Lao He didn't doubt him, and seemed to know that Zhang Ang and the others were from the Yinlu Pavilion, so he said his law name lightly. However, at the end, he shouted a Buddha name, which made Leng Ye feel indescribably awkward, what is the sound of the Buddha number? When this old monk says a word, he has to shout a Buddha horn, isn't it annoying?

"Hehe, the original Master Huineng, the younger Zhang Ang, the family teacher is very concerned about you."

As he spoke, he reported his master's name, although Zhang Ang was courteous as a junior, but his appearance of not being humble or arrogant made the cold night on the side nod secretly.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be the picture of the Zhou donor, so these two female donors must have gone to Yang Xinyue and Liu Yanhong of the Music Pavilion!"

Master Hui Neng shouted a Buddha horn and said.

"I don't know what Master Huineng means by coming here?"

At this time, Leng Ye went straight to the topic and asked lightly. Since the other party already knew the identities of himself and the others, he still came to stop him, making Leng Ye, who was already on guard, even more vigilant.

"Amitabha, the four donors killed the two protectors of the Demon God Temple, injured the young hall master of the Demon God Temple, and the poor monk was ordered to come and bring the four donors back to Lingshan, after all, if such a thing happened in the Buddha Sect, the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas is also to blame."

Seeing the problem of cold night, the old monk Huineng directly said his intention, but the words seemed extremely hypocritical.

Hearing the old monk Huineng say this, Zhang Ang and the three of them were about to say something, but Leng Ye stood in front of the three of them, and sneered at the old monk Huineng

"The four of us still have important things to do, and we will go to this spiritual mountain next time!"

Hearing Leng Ye's words made Zhang Ang and the three of them stunned, but no one said anything, but instead looked at Hui Neng, who had also fallen on the ground.

"Amitabha, the person injured by the four donors this time is the young hall master of the Demon God Temple, we still go with the poor monk!"

The old monk Huineng didn't expect that Leng Ye would refuse directly, but he still said with his name held high, as if he was really persuading Leng Ye's four people.

"What if I don't want to go?"

A look burst out of Leng Ye's eyes in vain, and he said coldly.

"That poor monk had to offend, Amitabha!"

The old monk Huineng folded his hands and replied lightly.

"Brother Lengye, that Hui Neng is a master of the Mahayana period of Buddha Mountain, not something we can match, I ......"

This is Zhang Ang on the side whispering in Leng Ye's ear, intending to tell Leng Ye not to be impulsive.

Leng Ye raised his hand to stop Zhang Ang from continuing, stared at the old monk Huineng in the distance, and whispered to Zhang Ang

"Brother Zhang, can't you see it so obviously, it's useless. It's better to give it a go, I don't believe that this Mahayana realm is so unattainable! ”

After being reminded by Leng Ye, Zhang Ang understood it when he thought about it, and wanted to praise Leng Ye, but before he could speak, the old monk Huineng on the opposite side spoke first

"That is, the benefactors kept admonishing, and the poor monk had no choice but to do it, Amitabha, sin and sin......"

After that, Master Hui Neng directly lined up with one hand, and a huge "Buddha" appeared in mid-air, suddenly covering the four of them in the cold night.

For the Buddha's supernatural powers, the cold night is still the first contact, and he doesn't dare to be careless in his heart, and the sword intent is condensed in vain, transforming into a transparent earth-shattering sword, directly thinking about the huge word "Buddha".

"Boom ......."

A loud bang spread, and the mantra of the word "Buddha" was directly dispersed by the sword intent of the cold night. Although the old monk Huineng's supernatural powers were destroyed with a sword, the cold night was a few steps back before he stopped, while the old monk Huineng on the opposite side was not different.

"Brother Zhang, Sister Yanhong, Yue'er, the three of you will help me, and today you will meet the masters of the Mahayana realm at the top of the cultivation realm, and see if they are really as rumored!"

Although he lost the first encounter, Leng Ye couldn't help but feel discouraged, but full of fighting spirit!

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