Murong Ge rushed forward quickly, wanting to hug the child who almost died for himself from behind. However, the breath of the Buddha statue and the breath of the phoenix bird all enveloped Su Hetu, who was in a state of madness, and before he could get close, he was bounced away by the powerful breath, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and he fainted.

Murong Tiankui hurriedly flew over and hugged his daughter tightly in his arms. After handing over Murong Ge to Guanshi, he quickly rushed to Su Hetu, who was trying to kill Qi Banjin.

Su Hetu's eyes turned golden, and the Buddha statue behind him looked even more majestic, and he felt a dangerous aura coming from behind him, so he quickly turned around to block it.

"What has happened to this child, and how did he become like this?"

Murong Tiankui stood opposite to Su Hetu with his sword, Su He's image was like he didn't know him, and his eyes were cold as if he was treating his enemy.

"The Buddha travels thousands of miles without hindrance, and the sword travels thousands of miles to kill."

Su Hetu said coldly something that seemed very unreasonable.

The Buddha statue slashed at Murong Tiankui with the Nine Heavens Xuantie Sword, Murong Tiankui hurriedly parried with the sword, and Murong Tiankui, who had already stepped into the ranks of the sword gods, felt quite difficult to take this sword. As soon as the sword came down, Murong Tiankui's body sank into the ground for a few minutes, and he clenched his teeth and tried hard to push the sword up.

"Old man Qi hurry up and come over to help, if I don't come again, my old bones will be broken up by this kid, and Charlie and Xiaohuzi, you all hurry over."

Murong Tiankui was really struggling, just like the teammates around him asking for help.

All the snowflakes in the snow soared, becoming as sharp as a blade, and projected towards Qi Banjin and a few people.

"The Buddha is merciful, if there is an afterlife, he will never enter the Buddha again."

"Old ghost Murong, borrow a sword."

Guanshi said loudly to Murong Tiankui.

Murong Tiankui struggled to break free from the sword and still came to Guanshi's side, and he used his luck to block the Nine Heavens One Sword. After Guan Shi took the sword, he stabbed it on his arm fiercely, and all the skin was dyed bright red, and the blood flowed incessantly.

Qi Banjin tightly wrapped Su Hetu with the Tai Chi wall, which was not too thick, and kept muttering some obscure Taoist truths in his mouth, trying to pull Su Hetu into the real world.

In the wilderness of ancient land, an old man with a snow-white beard and hair sat quietly next to a small wooden house, his back a little gloomy.

"Is it really right that you give me his world? Originally a murderous surname, did he really have to change so easily? It's been thousands of years, and it's changed when it comes to change. ”

The old man's body disappeared little by little, and from then on, there was no Beiliang north of Beiliang.

Su Hetu may have felt the death of the old man, and his originally indifferent and cruel expression turned into a trace of struggle, and the eyes of the Buddha statue behind him opened, and two lines of yellow tears slowly flowed down from his majestic face.

Guanshi saw the opportunity and jumped up, and the surrounding snow had already been dyed red. She sat on the Buddha statue behind Su Hetu like an old monk, and at this time she didn't care about any Buddha rituals, so she aimed her arm at the mouth of the Buddha statue. The Buddha statue is like a beast that has been hungry for many days, greedily absorbing the blood of Guanshi.

Avalokite's face was pale and bleeding profusely, but he did not fear the threat of death.

The Buddha statue who got the blood of Guanshi calmed down from the irritability, and the hand that raised the sword was slowly put down, so that the few people who parried had a chance to breathe.

A twenty-eight-year-old girl with a spring on the side of the Qinhuai River, she had no chance in the Buddhist family but was pulled into the Buddhist door in life. Whether it's a bad fate or a good fate, in the end it's just an old dream with no gorgeous ending.

Guanshi's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he vaguely saw an old monk holding a Zen stick in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, smiling slightly.

A smile appeared on Guanshi's face, and he said weakly.

"Stinky monk, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and it's finally here."

Then his eyes closed, his hands folded, and a golden light rushed into the sky, and snowflakes fell from the sky. All the trees in the Chai Ke family are withered, and the wails of animals are everywhere.

In the Jiming Temple, all the bells have become dumb bells, and no matter how the little nuns beat them, they have never shaken a bit. The Guanyin monk who had been sitting in Guanshi also turned back slowly as if receiving a message, two teardrops hit the floor of the Guanyin Tower, and two statues rose from the ground, one is the old monk Bodhi who has passed away, and the other is the Guanshi who refuses to look back.

The three pillars of incense in the incense burner were all extinguished, and these three pillars of incense were specially instructed by Guanshi to be offered every day by the little nuns around him before leaving.

"The Buddha's fate is just three pillars of incense, and there is no escape from a dead word above the Three Realms after all. When the three pillars of incense are extinguished, the door of this Guanyin building will not be opened again. ”

This is what Guanshi said before leaving, and the little nun didn't understand what was going on at all, but she still waited for the three pillars of Buddha incense as promised.

Nanjing City, which had little snow, began to snow again, and the rouge well had already been filled with snow to death.

There are snowflakes all night, and how many infatuated lovers are white-headed.

The good men and women who were originally going to enter the Jiming Temple to offer incense all stopped, and the people who originally stepped into the Jiming Temple were also persuaded by the little nun's kind words.

For all living beings, the festive New Year has cast a thick shadow on this thousand-year-old temple in Nanjing.

After a long time, the bell of the Jiming Temple was remembered again, but the people who waited under the mountain in the snow did not have the opportunity to enter again, because the Jiming Temple was closed for a day.

Although those good men and women didn't dare to complain, they knew that they were not in a good mood by looking at their faces.

Guan Shi passed away, the irascible Su Hetu quieted down, the Buddha statue behind him and the Nine Heavens Xuantie Sword in his hand disappeared, and he returned to his previous appearance.

"The name of the first generation was almost ruined on this kid, this is the legendary Buddha and demons."

Qi Banjin, who originally wanted to ease the atmosphere, did not get the slightest response, because several people were gathered around Guan Shi.

Guanshi's face is still pale, but it doesn't look as terrifying as the dead, and the smile on his face is even more sad to see.

Su Hetu knelt heavily in front of her and wept silently. Although he didn't know what the relationship between this deceased person and himself was, the inexplicable sadness in his heart couldn't be faked.

"Old monk, old monk, you owe others for a lifetime, and you can't feel at ease when you leave."

Murong Tiankui put away his sword and buried Guanshi's body under the old pine tree of the Chai Ke family. Where did the monks come from?

In order to rescue Murong Ge, the price this time is not undeniable, but everyone doesn't want to mention it.

The three pillars of incense in Buddhism, the lamp is dry when people die.

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