"......" is a real person.

Phew!

I'm worthy of your size!

"Tell me, what the hell are you doing here?"

"The old monk is coming back!"

"Oh? How do you know? Mingfu Zhenren was a little interested: "Could it be that you two secretly communicate with the song?" ”

"Phew! Is that how the word is used?! He glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and shook it in front of him: "In these days, the Internet is a good thing." He told me in WeChat! ”

"And then?"

He said...... "Just as he was talking for a long time, there was a slight thumping sound from the head of the bed.

Click-Click

Buckle –

The two looked at each other, and the dust that was originally lying quietly at the head of the bed was hanging up a few points at this time, as if fighting against an invisible pulling force.

One moment it falls back to the same place, and the other it floats again.

"What's going on?" The ruins grew and began to be confused every day.

Ming Fu Zhenren's face sank: "Someone wants to save the deacon of the clear space." ”

"Oh yes!" The ruin patted his head: "The pure root means that we will release the deacon of the clear space first, and then throw a long line to catch out the small fish and shrimp in those temples." ”

Ming Fu Zhenren looked at him and did not speak.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a bright light burst out of the dust, passed through the gap between the windows, and disappeared without a trace.

The dust was also completely quiet, lying motionless at the head of the bed.

Ruin's eyes widened: "You're going to let him go?!" ”

Mingfu Zhenren was puzzled: "Didn't you say you wanted to put it?" ”

"I mean, in the long run, it's not clear if there is a problem with that guy in the net root!" The ruin was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "It's okay now, you say let him go, and it will be difficult to catch him when the time comes!" ”

"......" is a real person.

I'm really hard!

It is you who say that you will be released, and you will not be the one who will not be released.

Throwing the pot is also first-class, I think you can do it!

Mingfu Zhenren decided to ignore him and went back to bed to meditate.

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Jingling Temple dark room.

The old monk held in his hand an object that looked like a compass, and in the middle of this object were two silver needles of different lengths, which were spinning wildly, as if absorbing something.

There were four young monks next to him, all of them sitting in a sitting position, twisting the Buddha beads in one hand, and standing in front of the chest with the other hand, their mouths opening and closing rapidly, and wisps of golden light on their bodies came out, all pouring into the objects in the hands of the old monks.

Bang.