"White Cicada Boy, what's wrong?" Lu Juan walked over with a group of subordinates, and looked at the little fox in the hand of the white cicada, a little puzzled, "Isn't this little fox a spirit fox?" My insider saw with my own eyes that Bai Qi solemnly asked these people to send it, is this Bai Qi playing a trick to hide the world? But Miyi and the others are his right-hand men, so he is not afraid of being killed by us? ”

The white cicada snorted coldly, with a look of pride that no one was looking at, "I don't know if I hide it from my son, but he can't hide it from my son, this little fox is definitely not a spirit fox." "www.biquge.info His hand was a little stronger, and before the little fox that was originally attached to his hand could scream, it turned into a cloud of gray mist and dissipated.

"Yanran-" Lu Xiaonan, who had just gotten up, exclaimed, his eyes immediately turned blood-red, and he swung his sword and rushed straight towards the white cicada, but the gray-clothed old man suddenly appeared in front of him again, and slapped him on the cheek with a palm.

"Yanran is dead! Killed! At this time, Lu Xiaonan had already hated him to the point of no return, he just wanted to kill the young man who stood there and made him hateful, and anyone who stood in his way at this time was regarded by him as a mortal enemy. He rushed forward, and the jade sword in his hand casually stabbed into the chest of the gray-clothed old man, and the strange angle made the gray-clothed old man's eyes suddenly condense, and his chest immediately drummed up, and the jade sword stabbed into the gray-clothed and made a snorting sound.

The old man in gray slapped Lu Xiaonan's palm slightly, Lu Xiaonan's face immediately turned quietly, and the palm of the slap swept in front of his nose, the cold palm wind made his eyes squint slightly, and the other hand of the old man in gray showed a little white light in an instant, Huo Ran pointed at the jade sword, and with a ding, the jade sword pierced the air, but Lu Xiaonan's figure had already crossed the old man's barrier and pounced towards the white cicada.

The old man in gray was slightly stunned, his footsteps moved again, and he blocked in front of Lu Xiaonan again and again, this time he put out his palms together, as if he had set up an ice wall and crashed into Lu Xiaonan.

After a few sounds, Lu Xiaonan's jade sword attacked continuously, but he never managed to break through the old man in gray again, but the cold aura almost froze his blood, and it was a little difficult to move, so he had to retreat temporarily.

Although the old man in gray successfully forced Lu Xiaonan to retreat, his face was very ugly, when he first shot before, the young man seemed to be vulnerable at all, and he could injure the other party with a raised hand, and almost killed the other party, and although this second shot did not let the young man break through his own block to approach the white cicada boy, but for him, he failed to knock the seriously injured young man away, and let him dodge his palm, and had the opportunity to fight back, this is his biggest failure! Was he too careless, or was the young man showing weakness before? He had never seen that strange speed and sword way, he frowned and thought about it, and suddenly felt something strange in his chest, and when he looked down, a two-inch-long opening appeared on the gray clothes, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the young man who had already withdrawn dozens of meters away, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The gray-clothed old man stared at Lu Xiaonan, his hands were beating, and the cold aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he immediately wanted to kill the other party in his palm, but at this time, suddenly a black shadow flew and smashed between the two, splashing countless broken bones, interrupting the rhythm of his attack, and the black shadow was one of the ghosts who escorted the soul of the little fox before.

Lu Xiaonan just glanced at the battle group on the other side, his eyes were always staring at the white cicada, his emotions were agitated, Huo Ran spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face was pale and bloodless.

Bai Cicada took out a white handkerchief to wipe his hands, threw it away, coughed a few times, took out another pill and took it, there was a faint flush flash on his face, standing there with his clothes fluttering, as if the whole world was not in his eyes, he said coldly, "Someone dares to play with this son, it seems that this son is too weak." ”

Lu Juan opened his mouth, but finally said, "Bai Gongzi doesn't need to be angry, it's those dog minions who are not doing well, and Lu Juan will definitely punish them for being angry with Gongzi." ”

Bai Cicada was noncommittal, turned around and walked towards the temple hidden in the faint mist in the distance, "The spirit fox may have been sent there a long time ago." ”

Lu Juan led a group of subordinates to follow quickly, walked quickly and turned back to shout to the scorpion tiger in the battle, "Scorpion Tiger, fight quickly, get rid of these hateful flies and keep up." ”

The old man in gray, who wanted to make a move on Lu Xiaonan, saw the white cicada leaving, and quickly followed, but he glared at him with a very dangerous gaze before leaving.

Lu Xiaonan saw the other party leaving, and after thinking about it, he also followed from a distance, since the other party looked like he was determined to win the soul of the spirit fox, maybe the little fox that was killed by the white cicada before was really not Lu Yanran. He breathed a sigh of relief, the stone hanging high in his heart also relaxed, took out a healing pill from his purse and took it with mineral water, the hot pain in his chest was slightly relieved, but the disordered true yuan in his body could not be calmed down immediately, which made his steps a little staggering, this injury is not a moment and a half will be healed, can only wait for this matter to pass and then Xu Tu treatment.

As he approached the temple, Lu Xiaonan could feel that the Buddha's light and wish were getting stronger and stronger, and the dry bones around him were getting fewer and fewer, until within ten miles of the temple, the Buddha light was all over the place, and there was no longer a dry bone, but there were countless green grass and green trees growing luxuriantly, and it was really an anomaly in this gray underworld.

There is only one person from the Buddhist family who can have such a magnificent wish in the underworld, and that is the King of the Earth Bodhisattva! He once made a grand wish that "hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha", and set up his dojo in this underworld to survive the suffering, this almost impossible ambition made the king of Jizo famous all over the world, but also locked him in this dark underworld.

Lu Xiaonan walked through a fruity forest, and finally saw the appearance of the grand temple in front of him, this temple is different from the human world, only a large hall supported by nine huge pillars, no plaques, no walls, no splendid decoration, it looks like a super-large pavilion. But even this humble temple exudes endless golden Buddha light, and there are infinite purple wishes and Buddha light entwined, which are no longer distinguishable from each other.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a thin monk sitting on the lotus platform, the robe is shabby, the Zen staff is full of cracks, it is very shabby, but the solemn and compassionate artistic conception is to make people have the urge to bow down at first sight.

This is the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

What happens to a mortal when he sees a bodhisattva? Excited? Trembling? Worship? Maybe both.

Far away, Lu Xiaonan folded his hands eleven bows, he was a disciple of Hongguang Temple, a person who belonged to the Buddhist family, although he didn't want to be a monk, but he couldn't help but worship when he saw the Bodhisattva, not to mention that this is the real Bodhisattva's true body, he is also sincerely admiring the King of Jizo, which is a model of true self-sacrifice.

At the moment of his worship, he seemed to see the King of Jizo smiling at him, but when he raised his head, the King of Jizo in the temple still lowered his eyebrows, only the wind passed through the hall with a trace of long-lasting incense and floated into the distance, he didn't seem to have moved at all, maybe he was dazzled, but the Buddha light behind the head of King Jizo was getting stronger and stronger.

Bai Qi, who was holding a halberd and wearing armor, stood beside King Jizo, glaring angrily at the white cicada Lu Juan and the others before coming to the main hall, while in front of King Jizo knelt a girl in a pale yellow dress.

Lu Xiaonan glanced at the girl's back, and then he was so excited that he called softly, "Yanran ......"

The girl seemed to feel something, and her body trembled slightly, but she did not look back, but only knelt down more reverently.

The white cicada slowly walked into the main hall, staring at the Jizo King on the lotus platform, and bowed his hand lightly, "The white cicada has seen the Jizo King." But there was no respect for that proud look.

"It turned out to be the white cicada boy." King Jizo opened his eyelids slightly, raised his hand slightly, and several futons appeared in front of everyone, "The temple is simple, don't blame the son, please sit." ”

The white cicada gently lifted the placket of his clothes and sat down opposite King Jizo, took out a small knife to sharpen his nails and stopped talking. And Lu Juan and the others instinctively had a sense of respect and fear for the King of Jizo, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and worshipped, "Meet the King of Jizo Bodhisattva." "If it weren't for the fact that the identity of the white cicada was too terrifying, Lu Juan would not be willing to take a step closer here.

"No need to be polite." King Jizo just lowered his eyes and read the scriptures, as if there was no one in front of him.

Both sides were silent, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward, but the Buddha light emanating from the body of King Jizo made the humble hall look more solemn, and it was lightly entangled by layers of warmth, wandering in it like a spring breeze, so that all the people in it could not help but have a strong desire to take refuge.