The old monk naturally did not show mercy to Ruo girl, and directly dragged her into the Buddha hall, where a group of monks surrounded her and read scriptures.

I saw that the girl had fainted, but when she heard the chanting, she began to wail in pain, but she soon lost consciousness again, and the breath on her body was withdrawn from her body little by little.

"Pranya!" Long Xuanling came much slower than this girl, if the girl had completely stopped moving, and was "dead", he broke into the Buddha hall.

His master, seeing that Long Xuanling had returned, stood up and walked towards Long Xuanling.

"No death, your red dust tribulation has disappeared, and in the future, you can live in peace." The old monk breathed a sigh of relief for Long Xuanling, but Long Xuanling lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Miss Ruo who was no longer moving on the ground, and walked towards Miss Ruo without saying a word.

When he picked up Ruo Girl, Ruo Girl turned into a phoenix heart feather and fell to the ground.

"Do you see clearly? She's a demon! Not people! The old monk pointed to the phoenix heart feather and said to Long Xuanling, as if he was afraid that Long Xuanling would not see the process of "humanizing the feather".

Long Xuanling suddenly raised his head and looked at the old monk, his eyes like an enraged beast.

"Back then, you killed my mother like this, right?" Long Xuanling looked at the old monk and asked.

The old monk looked at Long Xuanling in shock: "You, you, why did you remember it again?" ”

"A high fever back then made me admit that I killed my mother and the enemy as a teacher? Now God reminds me of everything, you know, why? Long Xuanling's eyes were scarlet and terrifying.

I frowned, looking sideways at the black impermanence.

Hei Wuchang immediately shook his head: "Eh, Lord Feng, this is not a small thing, it is the death of that phoenix heart feather, the stimulation of Long Jun, and the fact that he recalls the past." ”

After Hei Wuchang said that, he leaned over me and said, "Lord Feng, now that Long Jun's "love calamity" is dead, the little one will go back to the underworld to inform Yan Jun first." ”

"Go ahead." I nodded at Hei Impermanence, he was just doing things for the underworld, and I wouldn't embarrass him.

However, Hei Wuchang paused and looked at me: "Lord Feng, you have not entered reincarnation, you can't interfere in this mortal matter." ”

"I know, I'm just a spectator." I said with a calm face.

Hei Wuchang listened, nodded again and again, and then turned around and disappeared completely.

In the Buddhist hall below, Long Xuanling and his master had already fought, Long Xuanling snatched the old monk's Buddhist staff, and the Buddhist staff made a "whirring" sound in his hand.

The old monk was forced to retreat again and again, and he couldn't stop shouting: "Wuwu, you listen to my explanation!" ”

And Long Xuanling has completely lost his mind, new hatred and old hatred, together, this old monk is afraid that he will not be able to survive today.

"Quick, protect Master!" The other senior brothers finally reacted and stepped forward to surround Long Xuanling.

"You all stand down!" The old monk yelled at them, and then ripped off the robe on his body.

Then, staring at Long Xuanling with straight eyes, he said without hesitation: "Wuxian, your mother was indeed killed by me back then, but she is a demon, and she is innocent of death!" ”

"She just wants to settle me, she came to the temple to find you for me, but you?" Long Xuanling's voice choked slightly.

However, the tears in those eyes never fell.

"Shemales have different paths, do you really want to kill me for the sake of demons?" The old monk frowned, his face solemn.

Presumably, he was gambling, gambling on the efforts of more than ten years, and he thought that the disciples he had trained would definitely not be able to bear to kill him.

Moreover, he had already told Long Xuanling before that they were father and son.

Long Xuanling usually lets him beat and scold, is absolutely obedient to him, and never dares to kill his father!

However, as soon as the old monk's words fell, the Buddhist staff in Long Xuanling's hand smashed towards him.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the long whip on the offering table.

This whip is the whip he uses to whip Long Xuanling on weekdays.

"Well, I didn't expect that over the years, I actually raised a white-eyed wolf! Today, I will teach you a good lesson as a teacher! As he spoke, the old monk waved the long whip in his hand.

Long Xuanling leaned over and dodged quickly, and Long Xuanling smashed a Buddhist staff on the old monk's arm with a backhand.

There was a crunch sound on the old monk's elbow, and then the whip in his hand fell to the ground.

Long Xuanling took advantage of the victory to pursue, raised the Buddha staff and rushed towards the old monk again.

The old monk retreated again and again, and the disciples who were watching from the side were all ready to move, wanting to help, but they didn't dare to do it without the old monk's instructions.

Long Xuanling defeated the old monk and retreated, and when he saw that the old monk had no weapon in his hand, he also threw the Buddhist staff in his hand to the side.

He was tall and powerful, and although the old monk was quite agile, he was no longer his opponent.

When the old monk was grabbed by his throat and pressed to the ground, he was still a little dazed.

Probably, the old monk didn't expect that the disciple who had been beaten and scolded by him was not because he didn't have the ability to resist him, but because he had always been his master, so he didn't resist.

"Uh-uh!" The old monk was choked by Long Xuanling's neck, and his face gradually turned blue.

"Senior brother, that's Master!" Wuchen on the side was in tears and shouted at Long Xuanling.

The movement in Long Xuanling's hand paused, and at this time, the old monk reached out and grabbed the candlestick that was knocked to the ground on the side, and directly pierced the sharp top of the candlestick into Long Xuanling's chest.

Long Xuanling frowned and looked at the old monk.

The old monk pushed him away, and said to all the disciples: "Wu Wu, I was blinded by demons, if I don't die, I will definitely kill him, and I can only clean up the portal for the teacher!" ”

As soon as the old monk said this, all the monks below fell into silence.

And I jumped off the beam, picked up Long Xuanling, who was dying on the ground, and rushed out of the Buddhist hall and disappeared in front of the group of monks.

I took Long Xuanling back to the "Bamboo Rain Pavilion" on Bamboo Mountain, and when I arrived at the "Bamboo Rain Pavilion", his clothes were already covered with blood, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Innocent?" I hugged him, at this moment, his body had become cold, I knew that I couldn't save him, and I didn't bring him to this "Bamboo Rain Pavilion" to save him, but to accompany him to the last moment of his life.

"Prajna?" He looked at me, the corners of his mouth trembling for a long time, before he could blur out two words.

I smiled at him and whispered, "I'll get you a dry suit." ”

At this moment, the clothes on Long Xuanling's body had been completely soaked with blood and rain.

When I said that I was going to get my clothes, he pulled my sleeve tightly, and his eyes were full of anxiety, as if he had many words to tell me at once.