In the middle of the night, the sky was dark and terrible, and there was not half a star to be found in the dark night, and even the moon shadow was gone.

In the hall of Daxiong Bao, the incense case is set up, the red sandalwood case is several, the white jade four-legged child golden lotus furnace is placed in the middle, the cigarette is slowly burning in the ding, the incense platform is set up on the left and right, the red candle is burned on it, and there are two futons below the desk.

Jing Yi knelt on a futon, turned around and beckoned to Feng Tianxin, and said with a smile: "Master Feng, you came in time." ”

Feng Tianxin felt a little indescribable about him, sometimes he felt as dangerous and cunning as a jackal, and sometimes he felt as warm as jade, just like when he was holding him.

Feng tilted his heart and forgot his face again, but he shook his head secretly, no, it won't be forget the dust, forget the dust has no heart and no love, he won't talk to her like this.

"Your ...... Wounds"

Jing glanced at his chest, lowered his head and smiled, "It's okay." ”

Feng lowered his head and said, "It's okay if you're fine, if you have something, I'll ......."

"How are you?" Shizuichi suddenly got up and walked over to her, looked up and asked.

"Huh?" Facing his closeness, her heart trembled for no reason, and she couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Of course I'm very guilty." ”

"Is it just guilt?" Jing Yi couldn't help but take a step forward, and his words were a little aggressive: "I thought that Miss Feng would promise each other with her body." ”

"You!" Feng Qianxin raised his eyes, looked at his teasing eyebrows, and snorted coldly: "Reveal your flower monk's nature again......"

Feng Qianxin's words were not finished, but the words were silenced in her mouth, she was suddenly stunned, feeling a cold feeling on her lips, and then, her whole person was held in Jingyi's arms.

The kiss on his lips was still deepening, and Shizuichi's breathing became rapid, and he opened his mouth to bite her lips lightly, rubbing and kissing along her red lips.

Feng Qianxin came back to her senses instantly, pressed her hands on his chest, and struggled to break free from him, but Jingyi's arms were like iron around her, she became angry, and pushed him with all her strength, Jing Yi ignored it, and still kissed her deeply.

Feng Qian felt the wound on his chest crack, and the blood actually stained her palms wet, sticky and hot, and she suddenly stopped moving.

Her rapid and somewhat panicked breath sprayed on Shizuichi's face, with a cold aroma that made his arms clench her harder.

Shizuchi let go of one arm, stretched out his fingers and slowly rubbed her cheeks, the tentacles were warm and soft, he kissed her while rubbing her waist with the other hand, Feng Qianxin's legs suddenly became weak, as if he would collapse in his arms at any time.

There was a sound of footsteps in his ears, coming here, Feng Tingxin became nervous, and immediately reached out to push him, Jingyi was still reluctant, his lips were sucking more and more hard, Feng Tingxin couldn't help but be annoyed, pressed on his wound, pushed back hard, Jingyi staggered back in pain, and half knelt on the ground in pain.

Feng looked at the red blood in his palm, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Jingyi hung his head and covered his heart with both hands, not knowing if it was a pain in the wound or a pain in the heart.

"You, are you alright?" Feng poured her lips out of her heart and pursed her lips with remorse, she should have given him a slap.

Shizuichi slowly stood up and walked towards her. The footsteps seemed to fall on Feng Qianxin's heart, step by step, the closer she got closer, the more she felt dull and suffocated, and she couldn't help but retreat again.

He stared at her panicked expression, squinting slightly at her, there was something in her eyes that made his heart ache with fear, unease, despair.

"Jingyi, can the ritual begin?"

The sound came from the end of the corridor, and Feng Qian watched him and the monks scattered at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and he didn't know what it was like.

"Smell the abbot." Feng poured her lips and said, "It's better to ...... tonight."

"Everything is ready to go."

Jing Yi said lightly, turned around and walked under the futon, and knelt on it with a puff of robe.

Hearing this, he nodded and smiled, motioned for Jing Si to hand the sandalwood to Jing Yi, and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's start." ”

Jingyi gave her half of the sandalwood in her hand, held the incense over the top, knocked respectfully three times, and offered the incense on the incense case.

The hall is silent, the sandalwood on the incense table, curling around, the fragrance is light and ethereal.

Feng liked the taste very much, and couldn't help but take a few more sips.

Jing Yi sat cross-legged on the futon, folded her palms, closed her eyes, and recited the scriptures in a low voice that no one could understand.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to think about it, nor did she dare to think about forgetting the dust.

The Bodhisattva sat on the lotus platform, and the phoenix poured his heart over the incense case, looked at the Bodhisattva's kind eyebrows, knelt on the futon, and gradually folded his hands, closing his eyes and praying for the thoughts in his heart, which could not be known.

She gradually calmed down from the low and steady sound of the Buddha, and only by kneeling here could she be calm.

Wen Jian walked up to her, looked at her appearance and grinned, and said, "How does Miss Feng feel?" ”

Feng Tianxin slowly opened his eyes, looked at the strange eyes, and gradually became vigilant in his heart: "What does the master want me to feel?" ”

His eyes were already aggressively murderous, and his smile was arrogant, cunning, and lewd.

"Of course it's drowsy, drunk and dreaming to death?"

Feng stood up with a smile, seemed to get up a little violently, her head was a little dizzy, she looked at the smug expression on her face, secretly frightened, looked back at the rising sandalwood, and said, "You moved your hands and feet in the incense." ”

Hearing this, there was a sly look on his face, he winked at her with long white eyebrows, and sneered: "Miss Feng, do you know now if it's too late." ”

Feng Qianxin covered her forehead, Jingyi's Sanskrit voice was the same as before, she actually heard it a little blurred, Feng Tianxin raised her eyes viciously and asked, "What do you want to do with those women?" ”

"Of course, it's a double cultivation." I didn't shy away from hearing it, and I answered it simply.

"You, you are really insidious and vicious, they are all innocent girls, how did you do it!" Feng was furious, pointed to the nose that smelled it, and scolded: "You evil obstacle! ”

"Good scolding." Hearing this, he clapped his hands with laughter, and suddenly his smile was suppressed, and his blood pupils were sharp: "Don't worry, it won't be with you."

"What do you mean?" Feng Qianxin's consciousness gradually blurred, and a panic spread in his heart.

Hearing this, he walked towards her, and said with his hands folded: "Heartless person, I have been staring at you for a long time, Wang Jianping has done a good thing, that is, to bring you into Hualong Temple, with the things in your heart, a few of us will double cultivate with you, and our martial arts will also be greatly improved!" ”

Feng Qianxin's consciousness gradually returned to darkness, and she vaguely heard the call in her ears again, but she was not sure of the plan at this time. In its place, there is fear, trepidation, and uneasiness about the face of extinction.

Si Ying, have you received a carrier pigeon?

Feng leaned into her heart and body, felt that someone was holding her in her arms, and the warm feeling made her no longer afraid, and after that, everything was dark, and she didn't know anything.

Hearing this, he looked at Jingyi in disbelief, he sat firmly on the futon at this time, hugged Feng Tianxin in his arms, stretched out his hand, and stroked her green silk one by one, his eyes were gentle that he couldn't think of.

"Jingyi, what are you going to do?" Hearing this, he became angry.

Shizuichi pressed his face to her lips, quiet, no breathing, no heartbeat.

"Jingyi, what the hell do you want to do!"

Shizuichi finally heard his shouting, looked up at him, frowned and asked, "Are you talking to me?" ”

Hearing this, he snorted coldly: "Jingyi, don't forget your identity......"

Before he finished his words, Forget Chen cut off all the masks on his face, and when he heard it, his expression immediately changed, and he looked at him in shock.

"I am afraid you really don't know who I am."

"You, who are you? What about Shizuichi? Hearing this, he was furious, and all the warrior monks behind him raised their swords and made a guard against Forgotten Dust.

"You said him?"

Forget Chen hugged Feng Qian and slowly stood up, and snorted coldly at Wen Jian: "He died a day earlier. ”

Hearing this, he pointed at him in disbelief and said, "It turns out that Jing San was actually killed by you!" ”

"Not bad." Forget the frankness of what he said.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill the killer!"

"No grievances?" Forget Chen hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes were like ice: "You hit her idea, do you say you have a grudge against me?" ”

"You're also here for the unintentional?" Hearing this, he looked at him and speculated: "According to legend in the world, Gen Dog holds the moon lantern in the hands of a monk, are you that person?" ”

"Even you know the secret in the Gen Dog Lifting Moon Lantern, it seems that the mouth of the old monk of Xuanji is really dishonest!" Forget the dust stared at him coldly, and the cold light swept by, hiding infinite cruelty and coldness.

"Hmph, but you and I cooperate, I let you go, and you share the elixir immortality with me, how about it?"

Wen Jian is a shrewd person, looking at Wuchen and Feng Qianxin, his eyes are full of greed.

"Let me go?" Forget the dust repeats his words.

Wen Jian looked at him and smiled contemptuously: "Yes, just because you are holding a woman and you are injured, do you think you can go out?" ”

Forget Chen walked towards him step by step and smiled at him freely: "This sentence, I should say that your entire Hualong Temple, today because none of you can live." ”

When Si Ying broke in, there was already a river of blood in the main hall of Hualong Temple.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and the pure place of Buddhism had turned into a purgatory on earth.

According to what Feng said, he rushed from the corner gate to the backyard and went directly to the Bodhi tree, and at this time, the big tree had fallen and a hole in the ground was exposed.

Si Ying hurriedly lay down next to the hole in the ground and looked inside, dozens of young women were curled up in the dark cave, crying, and there were more than a dozen small novices squatting on the side.

Si Ying shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, I'm the head of the South Catcher, which of you sees a woman named Feng Qingxin?" ”