Living here is not only because the atmosphere here is calm, but also because after so many days, Murong Shuxiang really wants to take a hot bath. At this time, she was lying comfortably in the barrel, hiding herself in the vapor, and listening to the beautiful sound of the piano from nowhere, which was the first time since she came here that she was so comfortable.

The water gradually cooled, Murong Shuxiang got out of the wooden barrel, dried his hair, put on his clothes, and went out of the meditation room. The realm of Buddhism is really pure, and Murong Shuxiang is enjoying the night view of Tianyin Temple, thinking about his thoughts, and walking aimlessly.

The holy monk said that she would not return, she asked the holy monk if his soul could return, and the holy monk said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed!" ”

Murong Shuxiang smiled, propped his elbows on his legs, dragged his chin with his hands, and asked in a very lazy tone, "Holy monk, what do you think I will do if I stay here?" ”

"Amitabha!" The holy monk hurriedly called out to the Buddha, "Don't kill too much, it will damage your merits!" ”

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, I didn't plan to cross the bridge! Legend has it that if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you will go down to the Lechuan River, and after suffering in the river for thousands of years, you will be able to reunite with your lover. She can't return, and her soul can't return, so that's the only way to see Wang Zhiyu.

Murong Shuxiang's shallow smile was blood-devouring and cruel in the eyes of the holy monk, as if the entire Donglin was about to face a catastrophe, he had seen the scene of Donglin's blood flowing into a river, and smelled the bloody sweet blood that filled the sky above Donglin, but unfortunately he had the name of the holy monk and could not stop it. In the end, he finally sighed and recited the Buddha's name, "Alive!" ”

Alive? Is it possible to return alive? Didn't he just say he wouldn't return? How did it change so quickly? No matter what realm the monk is, is it so inexplicable to speak? "Can I go back if I live?" Murong Shuxiang asked, but the holy monk stopped speaking, and after a long time, Murong Shuxiang put a porcelain bottle in front of the holy monk, got up and said, "This bottle of wine wishes you good results in your cultivation here!" As the saying goes, "wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart", although it is the sad lament of a certain monk, she wants to see how this holy monk in the eyes of the world sits here to purify all sentient beings, and how far he can save the world.

At this time, I thought that the eyes of the holy monk at that time were still refreshing! It's just that she didn't know that their meeting this time was destined for their lifelong entanglement, and they would never die!

The sound of the piano stopped at some point, Murong Shuxiang stood by the release pool, and there was a figure in the pavilion opposite, because the moon was broken, so it was not clear whether it was a man or a woman. Murong Shuxiang untied the small bamboo flute hanging on his waist and blew it, the flute sound was beautiful, with hope and helplessness. "City in the Sky", Murong Shuxiang also hopes to find the city in the sky that belongs to her, with Wang Zhiyu in the city, her family and her grandfather who has died.

The sound of the flute stopped, the dream dissipated, and the reality was that she was in the Tianyin Temple, by the release pool. The moon has turned west, the night is halfway over, the monks and pilgrims have already fallen asleep, and they have to go to Tianyin City with the doctor to deliver medicine in the morning, which will be her new beginning here.

After putting away the bamboo flute, Murong Shuxiang turned around and walked back, his steps were very light, and he walked very slowly, as if he was taking a walk when he came, and slowly disappeared into the night. Murong Shuxiang stopped in front of the meditation room, pushed open the door, and walked into the room without closing the door, and the door closed automatically after a while. Murong Shuxiang lit the candle and looked at the door, where a man in black with a ghost face was standing there with a blood-dripping sword in his hand.

He was seriously injured and hid in the grass, but he did not expect a little girl to come, and he wanted to kill her so that he would not be exposed. Just as he was about to move, he saw someone on the other side, and the little girl didn't seem to notice him, so he lay there quietly and listened to a very nice song. It's just that he didn't expect that he had already been discovered, and when the little girl left, he asked him to follow, he weighed it, and felt that this little girl was harmless to him, and saw that the person opposite had left, so he followed. In fact, it was very dangerous, but he was too injured and needed treatment, so he had to gamble.

Ghost face, murderous aura, long sword dripping blood, Murong Shuxiang seems to have heard a similar image from the old doctor, and he already has a plan in his heart. I really don't know what kind of luck she had, she could encounter such a bloody scene while walking in the temple. Before she arrived at the release pool, she smelled a faint smell of blood, but she didn't know the other party's situation, and she didn't dare to act rashly, so she did what she should do like no one else. She also saw the person on the other side and concluded that the injured person would not act rashly.

"Do you want to live or die?" This is nonsense, no one wants to die, but if you want to live, you have to believe her, if you don't believe it, go out of this room, life and death to see creation.

The ghost-faced man seemed to understand what Murong Shuxiang meant, "Live!" The voice was hoarse and tired, but it was majestic.

Very good! If she wants to live, she will save her, and she is very willing to let him live and let Donglin go alive. Besides, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and she can be regarded as a merit.

"I can't save you!" Murong Shuxiang's words made the ghost-faced man angry, and he had a feeling that he had been tricked, no one in this world dared to joke with him, "But someone can save you." Before the ghost-faced man took out his sword, Murong Shuxiang spoke.

"Who!"

"Healer!"

When Murong Shuxiang appeared in front of the ghost-faced man with the elder, the ghost-faced man's tense nerves were relaxed, with the elder doctor, as long as he still had energy, he couldn't die.

"Senpai!" The ghost-faced man bowed to the doctor.

Murong Shuxiang raised his eyebrows, the old doctor was really very popular, even this cold-blooded animal who killed people without blinking an eye was so respectful to him.

"Ghost Sect Master!" The old doctor returned the salute, and then didn't talk nonsense, and began to show the ghost-faced man his injuries, and Murong Shuxiang helped the old doctor.

Ghost Door Master, Ghost Kill!

Ghost Gate, with the purpose of "collecting money from people and eliminating disasters with people", as long as it is not involved with the royal family, it will not refuse business. The master of the door kills ghosts, wears a ghost face, no one knows his true face, eats blood and kills, and has the name of "killing one person, slaughtering the door", so it is not a deep hatred and hatred, and no one will spend a lot of money to invite this god to come out, but now he is so embarrassed but somehow. In other words, the people she has met recently are all half-dead like this...... Oh, except for Rong Yuan, the little prince of the Dark Temple, but Yin Qianyi is not excluded, because that person himself is like a corpse.

After dealing with the ghost killing Dongfang, Murong Shuxiang came out of the meditation room, stretched his limbs and went to the old doctor's room, bathed and changed clothes, and after tidying up, the sky was already bright. A monk brought a meal, Murong Shuxiang took it, sent the monk away, and walked into his room with breakfast.

The ghost slayer was still wearing a mask, which made Murong Shuxiang breathe a sigh of relief, she was really afraid to see a face that was somewhat similar to Wang Zhiyu's appearance again. The ghost is extremely badly injured, so I have to stay in Tianyin Temple today, just so that Murong Shuxiang can make up for a good sleep, and this sleep is not until he is awakened by hunger in the middle of the night.