Huikong and Huiming hadn't seen the little fox for a few days, and they couldn't help but panic.

On this day, taking advantage of Xuanjing's zazen, Huikong and Huiming quietly sneaked into Xuanjing's room and wanted to play with the little fox.

"Where are you, Xiaohong, come out and play with us!" Hui Ming lowered his voice and called softly.

He crawled out from under the bed, his hands and feet dusty, "Senior brother, I didn't find the little fox." No one responded to him, and he looked a little unhappy, only to see that the senior brother was standing on the chair and flipping through Uncle Xuanjing's case.

"Senior brother, what are you doing!"

Huikong was startled and stared down at him: "Be quiet, do you want to attract Uncle Shi here?" ”

"Aren't we here looking for the little fox? What are you doing rummaging through your uncle's desk? Hui Ming nervously shrunk his neck.

Huikong triumphantly took out a bamboo bone fan from the desk: "I saw that Uncle Shi used to always hold this fan for a long time, and I also wanted to see what was inside." ”

It's not a rare scripture, otherwise why is Uncle Shi's cultivation so profound?

Huiming's curiosity was also aroused: "Senior brother, I want to see it too." ”

"I'll finish it."

Huikong carefully unfolded the bamboo bone fan, and what caught his eye was a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping soundly, with ice muscles and jade bones, and lightly swept the moth eyebrows, when he saw the woman's face clearly, he screamed in fright, and fell down one of his feet.

Huiming hurriedly picked up the bamboo bone fan on the ground and looked at it, as if he had seen a ghost, he threw the bamboo bone fan on the ground and stepped on it fiercely.

Xuan Jing noticed that someone had moved his things, so he rushed back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Huikong's face pale with fright, sitting on the ground, and Huiming stepping on his fan like crazy.

His face suddenly turned cold, and he stepped forward to push Huiming away, picking up the broken bamboo bone fan from the ground: "Why are you here?" ”

Huiming's face turned pale, and he grabbed Xuanjing's hand: "Uncle Shi, she's ...... She kills! ”

Ying Qi sold her original house, thinking that in the future, she would devote herself to attacking Xuanjing in Guoqing Temple, and waited for Wan Anling to come to the door.

When she returned, it was getting late, and the sky was fluttering with light snow.

The fox's paws left one small paw print after another on the vast snow, although there was cultivation to warm her body, but she was willing to freeze herself cold, so that she could justifiably lie in Xuan Jing's arms to keep warm.

Seeing the orange lights in the Xuanjing room from afar, this chilling winter night made Ju Qi suddenly feel relieved.

Pushing open the door, Xuan Jing was sitting behind the desk reading a book, Ying Qi rubbed her little paw on the threshold a few times, and saw that there was no snow on the paw, she jumped into Xuan Jing's arms.

Xuan Jing ignored her, Ying Qi had long been used to him like this, and after running for a day, a thick sleepiness hit her, and she couldn't help yawning.

At that moment, his faint voice sounded.

"You're killing again?"

Ju Qi was stunned and looked at him with doubts in his eyes, "When?" ”

Xuanjing slowly stood up, and Ying Qi almost fell, and one rolled over and landed firmly on the ground.

"On that path outside the temple, have you ever killed two men?"

"You say they?" Ying Qi scratched his little furry head with his little paws, and it took a while to recall, "When they saw my true identity, they became greedy and wanted to capture me to receive the bounty." ”

Xuan Jing's eyes faintly showed a little anger: "Then you shouldn't kill them." ”

"Are you saying that I should let them bully, let them catch me and sacrifice it to Wan Anling, and then cramp and peel the skin to warm the bones of the Queen Mother?" Maki Qi transformed into a human form, raising his eyebrows and chuckling.

Xuan Jing didn't speak, but slowly sat down in the chair.

The smile on the corner of Mu Qi's lips disappeared, and his voice was cold: "Monk, I never knew you were so kind-hearted!" ”

Xuanjing's fingers gently rubbed the Buddha beads, and closed his eyes slightly: "You have three thousand years of Taoism, how can you not have a way to stop them, but you prefer to choose that violent method!" ”

"Xuanjing!" A thick disappointment suddenly came to his heart, and Ying Qi sneered, "You believe in your Buddha master, I don't believe it!" ”

"Yes, the Tao is not the same." Xuanjing opened his mouth lightly, just like when he first saw her.

Seven Qi Qi was extremely angry, turned around and left.

Xuanjing didn't hold back, just closed his eyes and chanted, and gently moved the string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

When Ying Qi walked to the door, he stopped slightly, the corners of his lips hooked up a touch of mockery, and his eyes were filled with sarcasm, "Xuanjing, what is the difference between you and me if you kill demons or not?" ”

Out of the Guoqing Temple, the bottom of the heart of the seven was suffocated, raised his hand and shot out a white light, hitting a hundred-year-old green pine fiercely, the pine tree suddenly cut off at the waist, making an earth-shattering sound.

The light snow under the sky has long since turned into goose feather snow, and the scattered candle flames dot the night, making the night even more lonely.

The vast white snow covered the entire Qingcheng Mountain, and she thought that she would not come back, but she had nowhere to go now.

Her cave seemed to still have the warmth she had before leaving, and she sighed softly and sat on the couch.

His eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the upside-down bronze mirror, and Ying Qi couldn't help frowning, someone has been here?

She tapped her fingertips and searched the room for an unfamiliar aura.

Ying Qi slowly lowered her hand and sighed softly, it was she who was too careful.

Running thousands of miles, she was so tired that she could hardly open her eyes, so she lay down on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

After Ju Qi woke up, he saw that the originally snow-capped Qingcheng Mountain was already green, and the birds were singing.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the gaps in the treetops, and the brilliant sunlight made her squint her eyes and gently raise her hands to cover her eyes.

From the cold winter to the hot summer, did she sleep for so long?

When I returned to Guoqing Temple again, I saw the ruins of the wall, which seemed to be blackened by the fire, standing there alone, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves because no one had cleaned it for a long time.

She walked inside in disbelief, but she couldn't see half a figure.

When she came to Xuanjing's room, she saw that the furnishings in it were still the same as before she left, but there were few people, and the bookcase was covered with a thick layer of dust.

What the hell is going on!

She came out of the Guoqing Temple and went straight to the palace.

When she saw Qin Yi, she was really stunned for a long time, the impression of Qin Yigang and weak crown, dragon and phoenix, a handsome young man and unparalleled appearance, but the man with a beard and a mature face in front of her was really Qin Yi?

"Qin Yi?"

Ying Qi was setting up a barrier for the entire Heart Cultivation Palace, and then called softly.

Qin Yi heard the familiar voice coming from the empty hall, and his heart burst into ecstasy: "Shuli? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of his lips couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness, and he muttered, "It's another hallucination." ”

"Qin Yi." Maki Qi appeared and stood firmly in the hall.

Qin Yi looked at the woman in red who appeared out of thin air in front of him, her eyes were cut and her eyes were gorgeous, she was still so young.

His voice trembled and choked up several times: "Shuli, you're back." ”