At his age, dispersing and cultivating is equivalent to half entering the loess, and his days are short.

But now the situation is ......

Elder Jin looked bitterly at the clear space that was nearing the end, and understood that he could no longer hesitate, so he could only lower his eyebrows and sigh deeply.

Trembling slightly, his hands were raised, his palms were folded around the Buddhist beads on his chest, his eyebrows touched his fingertips, and he held his breath to cast a spell.

Abbot Jinggen took off his serious expression, and while he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, there was a touch of pain in his eyes.

I have been with Elder Jin for many years, and it would be false to say that I have no feelings. Now that he has fallen into this field, as the abbot of the temple, he is also responsible for negligence.

Time passed slowly, and at the junction between Elder Jin's eyebrows and his fingertips, wisps of golden sand sprang out at an extremely fast speed, and the golden sand was suspended above the head of the deacon of the clear space, converging into the shape of a sword that shone with a little golden light.

The deacon of the clear space, who had his eyes closed, seemed to feel something, and he stiffened his body that was ravaged by the secret method, and raised his eyes with difficulty to look at the situation around him.

However, when he saw Elder Jin, who was already casting spells, his face was shocked, and then his eyes fell on the sword above his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and drips of cold sweat leaked from his forehead.

"Elder Jin, are you crazy?!" The deacon shouted, his voice sharpened due to his nervousness: "You're going to die like this!" ”

It's a pity that Elder Jin didn't even look at him, and still kept casting spells, mobilizing all the Buddha power in his body to secretly accumulate a big move.

"Hehe......" The ruins sat on the boss's chair from where he didn't know where to get it, and let out a sneer: "Only you are afraid of death, not him!" ”

The deacon of the clear space turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of the ruins, and stared at Elder Jin's eyes full of bloodshots: "Old Jin, listen to me, as long as you can stop, I will definitely take you to escape here after I succeed, we will wander the world, at ease, just like before!" ”

When Elder Jin heard this, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly replaced by Leng Ran, his chin was slightly raised, and his lips and teeth were lightly opened: "The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other!" ”

With that, he parted his palms and raised his hands to quickly pinch out a Buddha seal.

"Break—"

With a soft drink, he pressed down with both hands.

At the same time, the golden sword hanging above the head of the deacon of the clear sky instantly pierced into his head.

Before the voice of the deacon could be heard, the whole person collapsed in an instant, and fell to the ground in a pile of loose sand, lifeless.

Poof-

Elder Jin spat out a mouthful of blood in the scattered sand, his body was shaky, his face suddenly aged a lot, and his eyes became dull, quite a taste of old man's twilight.

Abbot Jinggen stepped forward to give him a hand, his brows furrowed.

In fact, he is also very uncomfortable, Jingkong and Lao Jin are his right-hand men, but now they have both fallen, it seems that he will be busy in the future.

It is necessary to deal with the affairs of the temple and train new assistants.

Thinking of the new assistant, for some reason, a small figure flashed in the mind of the host of Jinggen.

Sensing his whimsy, he smiled wryly and shook his head, not thinking further.

Abbot Jinggen's empty hand waved at the disciples gathered at the door to eat melons, and instructed the monks in the first place: "You help Elder Jin down to rest." ”

"Yes, Abbot." The monks responded respectfully.

After that, he went into the dark room to take Elder Jin from the hands of the Pure Root Presiding Officer, and took him away from the left and the right.