Ying Fusu abandoned Zong Zhengke and instead negotiated with Elder Zong Zhengxun and Princess Anguo of Zhenjun.

Of course, he would not kill these two, not because he was afraid of getting into trouble, but because how could the benefits of a dead man be compared to that of a living man? However, he made a request as soon as he opened his mouth, that is, no matter how he talked about it, it could not be related to Li Yi and Zong Zhengke.

Elder Zong Zhengxun and Princess Anguo of Zhenjun also did their best, but they could only be relieved of their predicament by Ying Fusu with guilt. Elder Zong Zhengxun said to Zong Zhengke: "Miss Ke, I can't stop it! ”

Zong Zhengke raised his eyes and looked over, shook his head and said, "Your Highness Zhenjun, looking for elders, I am the one who has caused you to be affected." ”

Princess Anguo sighed: "I can't help myself! Behind Brother Xun and the palace, there is still a big family to take care of, and I can only be ashamed of the Venerable! ”

According to Ying Fusu's request, Elder Zong Zhengxun and Princess Anguo of Zhenjun both sealed themselves in a big cave, and then slowly walked out of this strange formation. Ying Fusu let Su go out of the formation again, and escorted Elder Zongzheng Xun and Princess Anguo of Zhenjun away. Eunuch Su obeyed his orders, and he also knew that the master wanted to solve the matter with Zong Zhengke by himself, and it was better if he was not present.

Soon, there were only three living people left in the square. At this time, the sky is already dark, and the cold wind in autumn is howling, which makes people feel cold all over the body.

With fewer people, the scope of the suppression of the formation can be narrowed down, making it easier to control it. Ying Fusu limited the blood-colored pillar of light to a place large enough to encompass Li Yi and Zong Zhengke, and he walked towards the two of them with a step.

He wanted to end Li Yi's life with his own hands, and then feed the Ruthless Pill to Zong Zhengke to eat.

Anyway, all along, her decision has been made by him, so this time is no exception.

He gave her the opportunity, but she didn't cherish it. Since she doesn't cherish it, then she no longer needs the freedom she cherishes!

"The Buddha said, it's not good to bully people like this!"

This low, soft, and even laughing voice is not loud, but it can be heard by everyone. Ying Fusu's body stiffened, and he turned back in disbelief, just in time to see an old monk in gray smiling at him with a wrinkled face.

He couldn't help but murmur, "Master, ......" He turned his gaze, and saw Venerable Jiaye who was following the gray-clothed old monk in the same footsteps, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

Zong Zhengke raised his head violently, and saw the thin and short figure from a distance, and in an instant, tears burst out of his eyes. She said sadly: "Master, Master Chengjing, she ...... her."

This gray-clothed old monk is the world-famous Pudu monk. He has long snow-white eyebrows and a long beard, and his shou mei is on his cheeks, and his mischievous beard, which is braided into twisted braids, is about to hang down to his legs. He walked slowly, only to see the braided beard jumping in front of him, his eyes full of snow-white.

The priest was short, about the size of a child of seven or eight years old. When he laughs, there is always a bit of naughtiness in his eyes. When he is angry, he will jump to his feet and scold, like a naughty boy arguing. But at this time, he walked towards Ying Fusu step by step, but he was like a giant standing up to the sky, so that Ying Fusu didn't dare to move a step.

"Gaya, go and put your master's Dharma body on your back." So the monk commanded.

Venerable Jiaye replied respectfully, without looking at Ying Fusu, and walked towards the remains of the Chengjing Shenni. Ying Fusu stared at the back of Venerable Jiaye, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

The monk stood beside Ying Fusu, turned his head and looked up at the tall third apprentice, took out a crumpled piece of paper from the sleeve pocket of the monk's robe, patted Ying Fusu, and said with a smile: "In a few days, let's go to the Buddha country to welcome the corpse according to the list." ”

Yingfu Su was startled, lowered his head and took the paper, unfolded it quickly, and swept the names on it one by one with ten lines at a glance. After a while, he closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "No need, just let them be buried in Nanshan." ”

The monk Pudu said, "How can a person who has no Buddha in his heart be buried in the holy land of the Buddha?" But if you don't want to take them, the poor monk will order them to be buried at sea. ”

After a moment of silence, Ying Fusu still said, "I don't know when it's convenient to pick it up?" ”

Monk Pudu said slowly: "Naturally, it will be after the funeral of the god and nun. ”

Ying Fusu nodded silently, he was at war with heaven and man in his heart, but he still wanted to gamble. The Pudu Divine Monk glanced at him, seemed to be smiling, and stepped into the formation that imprisoned Zong Zhengke and Li Yi. Ying Fusu's heart jumped, staring closely at the Pudu Monk, and pinching the magic trick in his hand.

However, this array seemed to be just a decoration for the monks. The old man had fluttering sleeves, his feet did not touch the ground, and he walked to Zong Zhengke's side easily. His face was full of love, and he gently patted Zong Zhengke on the shoulder, and then lifted Zong Zhengke from the ground with his own hands, and sighed: "Good boy, you have suffered!" ”

Zong Zhengke immediately moved freely, and hurriedly saluted the monk: "The disciple has seen the master!" ”

The monk looked her up and down, and saw that she was only pale, and there was no sign of Yan zhòng's injury, and said with a smile: "I have been walking outside for more than a year, but I have grown a lot!" ”

After that, the monk looked in Li Yi's direction, and did not go over, but with a sweep of his sleeves, several pale yellow gentle breezes rushed towards those ghost soldiers. Without waiting for this breeze to come to him, those ghost soldiers seemed to have seen a natural enemy, running around without a head or brain, and instantly relieved the siege of Li Yi.

However, the monk did not rescue Li Yi with his own hands. On the contrary, he glanced at Li Yi, squeezed out a cold snort from his nose and eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "But that's it." ”

The old man pulled Zong Zhengke and turned his head and walked outside, while still chattering, asking her about the situation after saying goodbye, complaining that she had never sent a safe letter to the Buddha country every month.

Walking outside, if he didn't say it, people would never have thought that such an ordinary old monk with a bit of wordiness and careful eyes would be Pudu Monk. Zong Zhengke answered all questions submissively, and let his master drag her away, just quietly winked at Li Yi.

Such a divine monk made Li Yi stunned, although he felt that the imprisonment had been released, but the blood in his heart was too lost, and he couldn't move for the time being. So, he clearly heard the monk's comment: "Are your feet weak?" ”

Ying Fusu knew that the general trend was gone, so he gave up controlling the formation and let the blood-colored pillar of light slowly disappear. This success was a failure, and no one knew the anger and regret in his heart. After Venerable Jiaye carried the Dharma Body of the Tranquility Shennu on his back, he really couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Jiaye, you helped me like this!" ”

Venerable Gaya smiled and said, "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!" ”

"Before Daqin came, I met with my brother and the benefactor of the Jokhang Empire. She sighed to her brother - life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills! For some reason, Brother Wei never forgot this sentence, and even woke up suddenly because of it when he fell asleep a few times. ”

Speaking of this, Venerable Gaya sighed lightly: "Acting and acting, sometimes I can't tell what is drama and what is real life. Fortunately, a play is a play after all, and there will always be a curtain call! (To be continued.) )