Nuomi's voice was not loud, however, the figure in the blood mist flickered slightly. Although it was through the thick blood mist, Nuomi still felt like she had seen the same smile on the other party's face.

"Little donor, it's been okay lately."

The voice of repentance is also very elegant, very similar to the crisp sound, just a faint sentence, but people can hear different feelings from it.

Glutinous rice was stunned, and her face gradually darkened.

She still remembered that when she was in Xianyi City, what she had been practicing was closed-mouth meditation, a kind of kung fu that she must never speak. I heard the voice of repentance for the first time today, and it was indeed very pleasant to hear, but in the ears of glutinous rice, it only made her heart sink all the way.

Repentance has broken his own kung fu, what kind of situation will make him unable to persevere.

It is said that he has been practicing this for twenty-eight years. As long as he persists for another two years, his cultivation will be able to break through to a realm. It's a pity that now this qiē has turned into a phantom.

No matter how sad and pitiful Nuomi was in his heart, he still took firm steps to step to the front of the main hall step by step, and slowly saluted the dozens of disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect, and then raised his head and smiled at Nuomi.

When he looked up, the glutinous rice was even more startled, and almost fell straight from the shoulder of the pillar to the ground. If it hadn't been for the pillar noticing her unsteady figure and reaching out at the right time, she might have fallen down.

The monk who came out of the blood mist, although he had the familiar aura of glutinous rice on his body, his face was no longer the same as that glutinous rice had seen at the beginning.

But it can't be said that repentance means a complete change.

When he was in Xianyi City, the monk he saw in Nuomi repented, although he was not young and handsome, but he looked like a middle-aged man like a star and a sword. But at this time, as soon as he looked up in repentance, Nuomi had to think that it was an old man standing in front of him. From that vague eyebrow, it is indeed possible to make Nuomi recognize the repentant facial features, but no matter how you look at it, this is not like the monk that Nuomi knew in Xianyi City.

Repentance saluted the glutinous rice again, "Please don't worry, little donor, this is just a sub-skin." This is what I am now, and I am who I am. This time I came here for the evil in the fog, and the little donor didn't have to worry about anything else. ”

Nuomi opened her mouth, and when she saw the face of repentance, she was a little speechless. She was stunned for a long time, until the front door of the main hall thundered with He Helong, and then she suddenly came back to her senses and whispered to the pillar, "Senior brother, let me go down first." ”

Hearing this, the pillar stretched out his hand towards the glutinous rice and put it on the ground.

As soon as she landed, Nuomi felt that her knees were weak, and she almost didn't kneel to the ground.

She still couldn't recover her body, and she was already a little reluctant to stand like this. But she had to stand.

Now her identity is different, representing the entire Thousand Thousand Sect. Although he is facing old knowledge, he can't be too embarrassed.

She had a lot to ask, but when she saw the old face of Repentance, she felt that those words were no longer important, let alone asked.

Whatever the reason, it is also a fact that repentance has broken its mouth and broken its merits, and its face has become old. His closed-mouth Zen kung fu was suddenly cracked, and I am afraid that Shou Yuan would be implicated, and Shou Yuan would also be reduced. Every time I think of this, glutinous rice is sad.

Repentance didn't have as much emotion as glutinous rice, he saw glutinous rice stand firm, then he stretched out his hand to glutinous rice, and said, "Since the poor monk has arrived here, the little benefactor should also return the things to the original owner, right?" ”

Without thinking at all, Nuomi had already taken out the Daguan Dharma from his bosom and put it into the hands of repentance, and couldn't help but ask, "Does the master know what the spirits in this mist are?" ”

"This spirit...... There is a deep connection with the poor monks. Repentance glanced at the glutinous rice deeply, and then looked at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, obviously unwilling to talk too deeply about this matter, "I originally hoped that this Dharma could protect the peace of the little benefactor, but unexpectedly, this demon has already taken shape." The poor monk has been chasing this demon for many years, and it is time to make a break. ”

The conversation between the two was too illusory, and they immediately heard the disciples around them in a fog.

Some people who are a little more intelligent can guess that Nuomi was barely spared this time because of the Buddhist scriptures. I looked at the kind-eyed monk in front of me, but I didn't think that this monk had anything to do with the evil spirits that were born in the blood mist.

Qin Guanglan and Xiao Jingyan got the news at this time, and they also hurried over from behind. The two of them saw the repentant faces from a distance, and they were also greatly surprised.

Especially Qin Guanglan, he was deeply impressed by repentance. At this time, when I saw it suddenly, I even thought that what I saw now was the repentant father, but for a while, I was stunned.

Repentant but spoke generously to the two, "The two donors have not seen each other for a long time. The poor monk knew about this disaster, but in the end he still failed to stop it, which is really a sin. ”

As soon as he said this, Qin Guanglan's complexion also changed.

"You are the monk in Xianyi City? You knew it was going to happen, that's why you kept staring at me with those kinds of eyes? ”

"The donor is entangled in blood. At that time, the poor monk thought that the donor was afraid of a bloody disaster. Repentance still looked at Qin Guanglan with a smile, just like an old man who was about to become an old man looking at his juniors kindly, "The skin, the skin, are all the same after all." If he had been persuaded at the beginning, I am afraid that the benefactor would not have listened. The poor monk came this time to help the donor clean up the mess. ”

As soon as Qin Guanglan heard what he said, he stared at his face for a long time, and then sneered for a while, and said, "Skin." You can't even keep your own longevity, so what are you talking about cleaning up the mess. ”

"The poor monk has reached such an age, where can he not keep his longevity. What the donor saw at the beginning was just an illusionary shell. The donor is a cultivator, can't he see through this? Repentance shook his head, but his words were not hurried.

As soon as he said this, Qin Guanglan was stunned again.

Nuomi knew that the relationship between the two was not very good when they were in Xianyi City, or that Qin Guanglan unilaterally did not like this repentant real person. Originally, when he was in Xianyi City, Repentance had been practicing closed-mouth meditation, and he couldn't speak, so naturally there was no conflict with Qin Guanglan. At this time, he was able to speak, and Nuomi was even more afraid that the two would quarrel, so he quickly inserted himself between the two, and glanced at Xiao Jingyan while talking: "No matter what, it's rare for a master to come to the door, but to support one." Let's arrange for the master to stay first, and then let's make a detailed plan. ”

Naturally, there is no opinion on repentance.

Xiao Jingyan got the look of glutinous rice, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

With such an expression like this, Qin Guanglan naturally didn't say much, but there was a look of indignation on his face.

Nuomi didn't know why Qin Guanglan seemed to have a big grudge with this repentant master, and he didn't bother to inquire more at this time, but he just bent on his body and beckoned repentance all the way to stay.

There is nothing left to pick and choose from in this Thousand Thousand Sects. Only in this hall has set up a spell protection array, can it be more comfortable.

Repentance is not picky, and he doesn't pack anything. He picked an open spot at random, and sat cross-legged on the ground like the other monks.

At this time, Nuomi Fang Shi saw clearly the magic weapon he was holding in his hand, which was a small cylinder with a somewhat strange appearance. The small cylinder was all golden, and the Sanskrit characters were carved in relief techniques, so I thought it was some kind of scripture. And at the top of the small cylinder, a thin gold pendant was tied. As soon as you shake the small cylinder in repentance, the thin pendant will hit the cylinder and make a crisp sound.

Repentance probably felt Nuomi's gaze, and took the initiative to hand the strange-looking little thing to Nuomi, and said with a smile, "This is the poor monk's prayer cylinder, can the little donor take a look?" ”

"No, no. I'm just a little curious. Glutinous rice quickly waved his hand and refused.

Repentance was not reluctant, and he smiled again, took out a wooden fish with no material from his bag and put it away, and really didn't care about the glutinous rice.

Seeing him like this, Nuomi obviously didn't want to talk anymore, so he had to leave from Repentance.

She had barely walked away when she heard a low chanting behind her.

When he repented and recited the scriptures, the voice of his usual speech was completely different, so low that it seemed to come from the abdominal cavity, and it was like a completely changed person, and the whole hall was so buzzing that even his voice seemed to be chanting.

Obviously, he was the only one chanting, but when he heard Nuomi's ears, it was as if thousands of monks were sitting in this hall and speaking. Neat, but not so neat, the sound of chanting overlapping back and forth echoed all the way, not like chanting, but like singing. His voice was not flat, with delicate ups and downs, and it fell into the ears of others like a stream.

When Nuomi woke up, her chest was still a little sluggish. At this time, when I heard the voice of repentance, I felt that the true qi of the whole person was shocked, and I suddenly became clear.

She couldn't help but glance around, only to see that many disciples had a look of sudden realization on their faces, some of them were highly perceptive, and they had already begun to sit up and sit down at this time, obviously as if they had learned some breakthrough from this scripture.

Even the blood mist outside the main hall seemed to gradually dissipate with the sound of chanting of repentance.

Nuomi glanced at the side of repentance, and saw that what was in front of repentance was the Daguan Buddhism. His eyelids were slightly closed, and a faint burst of bright yellow light emanated from his body, enveloping him in it.

It's no wonder that the evil demon said that the three Spirit Lotus Fairies failed to attain enlightenment, but it turned out that this Daguan Dharma, when they were really hungry when they chanted, had such great power.