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Late at night.

The black wind howled.

Broken temple.

It was desolate.

Only if there are a few wisps of sparks in front of you, can people feel a little warm and reassured.

Ning Caichen roasted his hands in front of the fire, smiled and nodded to Yan Chixia, the bearded man who came in the door.

After all, people's forces are so strong, although they seem to give people a sense of dignity and righteousness, but this kind of master, if he wants his own little life, it is as simple as stepping on an ant.

And it is located in a remote area, not only are tigers and wolves infested, but also I have heard that there are mysterious and inexplicable demons to cause chaos.

Being under the same roof with such a great monk is always a lot more reassuring.

Yan Chixia didn't pay attention to Ning Caichen, but looked at Mrs. Ye thoughtfully.

Mrs. Ye is eagerly straightening up my Buddha at the moment, pulling out the weeds on the Buddha statue and picking up the filthy debris on it.

After all, this is your biggest thigh, so it's reasonable to be reasonable, you have to be a little respectful, right?

He moved very quickly, and there were no cleaning supplies here, so it was impossible to get it clean.

Jumping off the Buddha platform, Yan Chixia was about to speak, but when she saw that Ye Taitou didn't look back, she walked to the Arhat statues on both sides.

First of all, the eighteenth-ranked Fuhu Arhat, Mrs. Ye was struggling, the only big brother who had barely made eye contact with herself, and at the same time conveyed good thoughts with her qi:

"Brother Fuhu, I'm here to help you clean up your throne for my brother, I've been down to earth for so long, and I wonder about you, when my brother achieves positive results and achieves the Buddha's throne one day, I will definitely not forget you."

Although it's all kneeling licking.

But his identity is the seventeenth ranking of the eighteen Arhats under the command of the Buddha, and the eighteen Arhats have their own legal and magical powers, and they are all top-notch people who have "come out" of the other thousands of Arhats, after all, they are the eighteen of them, and they are the Buddha's own inheritance.

And his predecessor, the dragon descending arhat, supernatural powers and Buddhist practice, among the eighteen arhats, are also among the top one or two existences.

Naturally, it is impossible to lick these brothers like kneeling and licking the Buddha, that would not be beautiful.

Hey?

A good thought came!

Ye Tai keenly captured it!

He grinned, and the qi machine passed to the Arhat statue: "My brother's memory and mana have not yet recovered, but in order to eliminate the harmful party, promote the compassion of my Buddha, and suppress the demons, I may have to fight with the old demon of the Wuna Black Mountain, you see......"

"@#¥ rest assured ......"

An obscure divine thought came from the broken statue of the Fuhu Arhat.

The gist is vaguely to let Ye Taixin put in his stomach, an old demon of Montenegro, nothing is anything.

Ye Tai is happy.

A few more qi machines were transmitted, but there was no response.

But that's enough.

This means that he is still under the nose of the Buddha, and the kindness and attention of those brothers to him have not been cut off because of his reincarnation.

Ye Taimei tidied up the statue of the Fuhu Arhat, and directly skipped the seventeenth ranking, that is, his own dragon descending Arhat statue.

Look, brother, I don't take care of my own throne first, but I will also take care of it for you.

I am not selfless when I descend the dragon, but I am not informal, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, and the spiritual platform is clear, even if it is stained with dust!

A few vague good thoughts flashed away again.

Although she didn't get any response, Mrs. Ye always felt that her confidence was invisible, inflated and inflated!

"Ahem!"

Finally, when Mrs. Ye put away the third long-eyebrow arhat, Yan Chixia couldn't help it and coughed to remind Mrs. Ye.

Ye Tai turned his head in surprise, looked at Yan Chixia for a while, and with a sweep of his qi, he knew that this Kunlun swordsman was a cultivator in the "late stage of out-of-body".

In the treasure temple of Lingyin Temple, it can be regarded as a relatively strong master.

After all, except for a few elders of the Huizi generation, Guangliang, who cultivated to the highest prison temple, and before he broke through through the Dragon Descending Relic, he was only a small realm higher than Yan Chixia.

And the "sword cultivation" that specializes in pursuing the lethality of monsters, even if it is a big realm lower, there is almost no pressure to clean up Guangliang in the relics period.

This also corresponds to the plot in the second A Chinese Ghost Story movie, where Yan Chixia's soul is out of her body and fights monsters, but she can't return because her soul is injured and out of her body for too long.

The out-of-body stage monk's control over the divine soul cannot be compared with the incarnation period, where the "god" and "body" are both perfect and equally strong.

Mrs. Ye raised her head at him and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Yan Chixia originally wanted to remind the two of them that there were demons in the vicinity and they should not stay here.

But seeing Mrs. Ye's casual eyes, even if she detected it by herself, this was just an ordinary person with "no cultivation", Yan Chixia couldn't guess that Mrs. Ye didn't know the monsters here, but she wasn't afraid at all.

This is a profound sorcery who hides his cultivation.

Yan Chixia glanced at Ye Tai deeply and said, "Fellow Daoists? ”

Mrs. Ye smiled slightly and said, "Sort of." ”

Yan Chixia looked at the Buddha statue he cleaned again, and said, "Buddha cultivation? ”

Mrs. Ye responded with the same two words: "Sort of." ”

Yan Chixia nodded, didn't ask any more, sat down next to Ning Caichen who looked confused, roasted the fire, and said:

"That's good, a certain family is feeling that the tree is not sure, when you finish cleaning, tomorrow morning, how about we go to the tree together?"

"Yes."

Ye Tai replied lightly, and continued to clean up the Arhat Faxiang.

Northwest.

About 20,000 miles away.

This is outside the borders of the land of Bashu.

The primitive giant trees are clustered, tigers, wolves and beasts are infested, the big rivers are cross-flowing, and the people are inaccessible, only a few small mountain villages with relatively backward life are located in the Canglong Mountains, and the smoke is curling.

"Sister, where are we going?"

Bashu is beside the winding and turbulent river.

On a forest trail.

A woman in a cyan gauze dress, with smart eyes and a graceful figure, asked with great interest.

In front of her, the white clothes were fluttering, the figure was taller than the other, and the woman with a beautiful and moving face, but there was a bit of fairy spirit, smiled: "Let's go to Suzhou, on the bank of the West Lake." ”

The sound is mature and crisp, making people intoxicated to listen to.

These two people are the green snake Xiaoqing who has been cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and the white snake Bai Suzhen who has been cultivated for nearly two thousand years.

Similar to the original record, Xiaoqing was playful, and in the world in Bashu, he caused trouble, and Bai Suzhen, who was dedicated to goodness, cast a spell to subdue him.

But the two of them are the same kind, and Xiaoqing is just playful for a while, and has no intention of causing trouble, so the white lady let him go.

Xiaoqing finally met the same kind, but she was still stronger than herself, much more mature than herself, and recognized the white lady as her sister.

Under the guidance of the White Lady, the two of them were kind-hearted all the way to the direction of Suzhou in the east.

Xiao Qing blinked her smart eyes when she heard this, and said, "What kind of place is West Lake?" Where are you going? ”

The white lady smiled: "Repay the favor." ”

"Repay the favor?"

Xiaoqing didn't ask much when she heard this, but made a bitter face.

She was about to speak, but her face suddenly turned happy, and she said, "How can it be fun to repay your kindness and fight with your peers!" ”

The white lady naturally sensed that something was wrong, and looked at Xiaoqing's gaze, in the middle of the river, a winding and majestic black shadow broke through the water waves and swam towards the Bashu territory in the west.

(ps, the original White Snake cultivated for nearly two thousand years, swallowed the golden pill, and the Tao was more than two thousand years, and Xiaoqing was about eight or nine hundred years old, close to a thousand years, with the White Snake pointing out, and the combat power was about a thousand years old.) Five more ask for a wave of subscriptions. ）