This is troublesome, at this time, it is a critical moment for the Dao Buddha and the two families to join forces to face the demon clan.

"It's obvious that you're planting blame, and you won't be able to see it." Don't start infighting in your own house before you reach the battlefield.

Fu Xin didn't speak, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined with hesitation and doubt in his eyes.

Could it be that the Taoist has a criminal record, Song Jingfang asked: "Has there ever been a similar situation?" ”

Fu Xin bowed his head and clasped his palms, "Amitabha, sins and sins." "Hang your head.

How can you say half of it, and swallow the remaining half of it.

Song Jingfang urged: "Why don't you speak?" "Don't bring such an appetizing thing.

"Master, you really don't remember anything?" Fu Xin asked rhetorically.

Does it still have something to do with the cicada?

Song Jingfang's legs didn't tremble, and his heart didn't panic, "Didn't I tell you, I lost my memory and didn't remember anything." ”

Fu Xin said: "Two hundred years ago, the Dao Palace, which has always lived in seclusion, issued a Qiankun Order, ordering the Daoists of the world to hunt down and kill a disciple named Jian Ion. ”

"I stole the forbidden art of the Heavenly Book, ate meat and drank blood every day, and then refined it to the depths, and even slaughtered mortal villages, committing heinous sins."

Eating human flesh to cultivate, hey~ The ions are really heavy, where is the master, a humanoid monster.

"It wasn't until the Dao Palace Elder Tianxing Daoren came out of the mountain and together with you that he solved this demon and resolved the calamity in the world."

Not only has a relationship with "yourself", but also the core character.

"Don't you all say that I and the Heavenly Star Dao people have solved the intermittent ion, today's incident is undoubtedly a blame. There is no class, She Shanjun can learn the magic power of Buddhism, how can there be no other monster who has learned the Taoist method. ”

Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, anyone can learn it, depending on the individual's comprehension and talent, there is no difference in the cultivation system, and there is a "reproductive isolation".

At the beginning, She Shanjun planted the red lotus karmic fire on her, which burned her to death, which was realized from the fire left by the ancestor of the little monk and the monk Mingzhi.

"What the master said is that the disciple is in love."

Seeing that he honestly admitted his mistake, Song Jingfang couldn't help but say a few more words, "Since the target of the monster is the homeless people in the east of the city, you didn't arrange for someone to be nearby?" ”

He didn't even think of guarding the corpse, and she immediately ran away with the silver bottle now.

Pig teammates are far more terrifying than god opponents.

"This is exactly what the disciples don't understand, the disciples we sent out last night came back and said that everything is normal in the east of the city."

If the disciples who patrolled the east of the city last night could send back the news, they would not have died so many people.

"Their cultivation is low, and the monsters can easily be deceived by a small trick. The monsters in the city must not fight alone, they have a group of subordinates to drive. ”

There may even be mortals who are bewitched and aided in abuse.

Song Jingfang repeatedly calculated in his heart, on the bright side, he had this card in his hand, and he couldn't beat anyone else.

Fu Xin humbly asked, "Master, what should we do?" ”

"Fu Xin, you always ask me what to do. You say, what should the ancestor do? ”

Song Jingfang smiled playfully, Fu Xin is not a little monk who is responsible for everything, and she needs to teach her everything.

How can it be simple to become the second-in-command of Zhenguo Temple.

She is not a drama spirit, she is used to not hiding herself, and with the mind of a cicada monk, most of them have already doubted her identity.

He chose Fuxin monk to walk with her, one is to assist, and more to supervise.

And the heart in front of him, she is the first everywhere, asking her to call the shots in everything, without any opinions, if you want to say that he has no temptation in mind, who believes it.

The drama is too much.

Fu Xin didn't seem to hear the meaning of Song Jingfang's words, "The disciples are all under the orders of the master. ”

"Hmph~" Listen to me?

Yes! We are more iron than anyone's head.

"You have been startled last night, in a short period of time, the black bird demon should not come back, we will leave tomorrow and hurry up to the Hanging River Mountains."

"Master, it's still early to make an appointment with Hu Ling. And as soon as we leave, the black bird demon will come back, what will the people of Shaoyang do? ”

"Then you stay, and I'll take my own disciples." Song Jingfang began to mess around.

"The disciple's cultivation is not good, he is not defeated by the black bird demon, and it is useless to stay, I hope that the master will focus on the people of Shaoyang."

Song Jingfang spread his hands and said distressedly: "I can't help it, I can't even find the trace of the black bird demon." I can't spend it all the time in Shaoyang. ”

"Compared with the Hanging River Mountains, the safety of the people of the world and the people of Shaoyang, which is more important, you say in your heart, how should the ancestor choose?"

Song Jingfang's question level was raised, and Fu Xin was thrown back.

Choose a small number of people, or choose the majority of people?

It doesn't seem like it's the right choice.

Fu Xin was not surrounded by Song Jingfang, "The Buddha can't purify all sentient beings, the disciple only hopes that the master can stay for a few more days and do his best to save it." ”

"Okay." It doesn't matter if she stays for a few more days, "You are responsible for finding, I am responsible for fighting, it is up to you whether you can save Shaoyang!" ”

Or go around back.

The lively atmosphere disappeared as Song Jingfang's last word fell, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

Fu Xin pursed his lips, pinched his prayer beads, stared at Song Jingfang with burning eyes, and the invisible momentum he exuded covered Song Jingfang and gradually put pressure on him.

Song Jingfang's nerves tightened in his head, his chin was high, proud to the end, and fearless.

Just look at it!

When poop I'm scared?

"In the afternoon, the imperial city sent an envoy to Shaoyang, and the disciples will come to ask the master to greet him, and ask the master not to go out."

The attitude was still respectful, but Song Jingfang felt a hint of arrogance from it.

Heh~ Boy, you are still tender, and you are not wronged by the cicada.

"What I'm going to do, you just call the shots."

Song Jingfang didn't discuss with him, so he pushed open the door and went in, quickly closed it, and sent off the guests.

Fu Xin pinched a rosary bead in his thumb, rubbed it twice, and flicked it away.

Doom clucked and fluttered in front of Song Jingfang, and at first glance, he was frightened by Song Jingfang's sudden opening.

Dead chickens, who are quite fat, dare to hide behind the door and eavesdrop.

The silver bottle was still asleep, and Song Jingfang was relieved to settle accounts with Doom. Scoop it up and pin its two wings.

"Giggles~ Old immortal, what are you doing by pressing the master's wings." The little chicken legs kick and kick.

In the chicken nest, "Baba has something to ask you, did someone follow us last night?" ”

"Giggle~"

"You don't talk about people, do you have?"

The perception of bad luck is more sensitive than her, and it is precisely because of carrying it that Song Jingfang thinks that he will not be followed by others.

As a result, the family is unlucky!

Song Jingfang pinched the chicken's neck and pinched it hard, "Giggle~"

"If you know, why didn't you tell me?" Leaving your back to someone with bad intentions is simply looking for death!

The hands are retracted and loosened, and the bad luck is pinched and sung to various tunes. It's so angry to think about it, raising such a pit daddy thing by yourself.

"You giggle...... Wronged...... Sir! ”

"I wronged you?" Song Jingfang let go and let it speak well, "Let's talk about it, how did I wronged you." I can't say one, two, three, strip off the chicken feathers, so that you will never be able to hook up with the hen in the future. ”