Jiang Jiuxiao squinted, his left hand slowly opened, and then he showed a state of half-holding something, forming a claw.

Her hands trembled with exertion, and the space between her palms seemed to be distorted. Finally, she regained her grip as if she had picked up something. As she moved, the shape gradually appeared, slowly spreading from the palm of her hand, and the color became clearer and clearer.

Her left hand was slightly raised to her side, and in her hand was a swarthy scabbard tied with several circles of crimson rope.

Jiang Jiuxiao moved, she paused step by step, slowly let the knife out of the sheath with her right hand, and approached her past memory.

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Da ...... Da ...... Da ......

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the steady and rich sound of wooden fish calmed people's hearts.

Finally, the last one fell. The visitor stopped, and the monk in the earth-colored robe also stopped his movements.

The monk said, "Amitabha." His voice was ethereal and peaceful, but it was not difficult to hear that this man was not shallow. He turned the rosary in his hand, closed his eyes, smiled and did not speak again, as if waiting for someone to move.

The person who came stood still, looking at the person who was light and light, and did not move like a mountain, and his heart became irritable for no reason. He finally spoke, and he said, "Monk, besides this son, is there anyone else who has been here?" ”

"Ten thousand hairs are born, and fate is dissolved."

Under the mask, he frowned, what is it? That's why he hates these bald people who have escaped into the empty door the most, and they are still fated to be born, and they are all hairy and still tell him that they are born to be born?!

Mu Qingchen restrained his temper and said, "Stinky monk, this son is a rough person, I don't understand you people, and I don't want to understand, this son has one question, have you ever seen a girl with the same mask as this son?" ”

But the monk said, "The fate is destined to come, and the fate is destined to take it by itself." Leisurely, casual, casual, casual. ”

"......" Mu Qingchen kept telling himself that he was a bald scoop, and he couldn't be as knowledgeable as him. He took a deep breath, then took a great step and sat down unceremoniously on the futon across from the monk.

This was not the end, the monk was still in danger, calmly turning the beads in his hand, like this, sometimes he nodded slightly, sometimes he shook his reflective head almost imperceptibly. Mu Qingchen didn't know how hard it took him to hold his hand, and he didn't directly give him a head of melon seeds to slap the ground.

The monk and the old god are in the Tao, "The color is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color." Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The same is true of what you want to do. ”

"...... "What's wrong with him?" Mu Qingchen rolled his eyes very unembarrassed, he didn't know what he wanted to express when he said this, he only knew that Jiang Jiuxiao was probably still in that psychedelic array.

And that kind of formation naturally couldn't trap him, after all, he had already experienced countless times in the Xuanji Sect, and there was nothing that could stop him.

"Flowers bloom and give birth to two sides, and life is between Buddha and demons."

"......" is still coming? What does this mean? Say him? He probably guessed that this monk was solving his fate. But he didn't say anything, just said a sentence from time to time, and he didn't have anything to say.

It's just that what Mu Qingchen didn't know was that what the monk was calculating was not his life, but their ......

"The Buddha said: A flower is a world, a grass is a paradise, and a leaf is the same. One sand and one bliss, one side and one pure land. A smile and a dust, a thought and a quiet. ”

This is the last sentence. Just when Mu Qingchen thought that he was finally going to end, the man's breath suddenly changed, and the movements on his hands were sluggish, and he coughed as if he had been attacked by something, but he didn't see blood.

Mu Qingchen frowned and asked, "Monk, do you need this son to help you with your luck?" ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......!" The monk slowed down, looked calm, and said after agreeing, "No need, thank you for your kindness." I wonder if the poor monk can ask the benefactor to move to the back for a while. ”

"Monk, you ...... why do you think that he will listen to him?"

"If the donor doesn't understand, he will be able to solve it after a while."

"......, he listens." That's it, this son will reward you with face. ”

"Please also ask the donor not to make a sound later, although the rear can avoid breath, but there is no use to hide the sound."

Mu Qingchen paused slightly when he heard this, and walked back quietly. Can't make a sound, and still cover up the breath? What the hell does this monk want to do? Could it be her?

"Whatever happens, don't be impulsive."

"I know, you monk is really verbose!"

The monk smiled and said no more.

Mu Qingchen waved his hand, and he had already reached the back.

At this glance, I found that I looked at the strict landscape screen in front, and there was such a world in the back. Everything in front of you can be seen at a glance, and there is a table and tea on the side. It's like a theater position, and if it's a drink, it's an excellent place to enjoy a play.

Obviously, this monk had long expected such a thing. It seems that the Buddhist temple built in this lake is really not simple!

It's not the first time he's come to Yanjing, but he's really never been to this kind of holy place of Buddhism. After all, he didn't believe it, and if he went, he would defile other people's land.