"Master!"

Shifang pounced on it at once, and saw that the master didn't understand it, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in a robe, as if he was a wooden man, and his eyes suddenly turned red!

After saving the old monk, Yan Chixia also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, looked back at the thousand-year-old tree, and said hatefully: "Hmph, this old monster has killed countless people, I will burn you to charcoal with a fire, see how you can do evil again!" ”

Yan Chixia relieved her hatred here, and was about to make another high-spirited laugh to increase her momentum, and then began to act. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, the sky that was still clear just now suddenly burst out with a thunderclap, and then black clouds came from all sides, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye, and then pouring down heavy rain.

Looking at the torch in her hand that was extinguished almost instantly, Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Why did it suddenly rain so heavily?" Little monk, let's avoid it first! ”

Shi Fang nodded hurriedly, he just took off his coat and rolled it into a simple package, and put Xiao Zhuo's ashes inside, at this time it was a close-fitting clothes, and when the heavy rain came, he was soaked in an instant. Yan Chixia didn't agree to her proposal, she didn't even reply, she just picked up the old monk and walked outside the woods.

The two had not gone far before they came to a halt under a large protruding rock.

The little monk put the master on a stone and gently shook it and shouted: "Master, master" tried to wake up the old monk.

Yan Chixia looked at the black clouds in the sky and said, "This black cloud is dense, it looks like it will at least fall until it gets dark." Looks like we're going to have to go. I can't burn this old monster, I'm really angry! ”

"Master, wake up. I'm Shifang! The little monk's tone was a little anxious.

"Ten...... Fang ......"

The word "Shifang" seems to be a fast close. As soon as the words fell, the old monk spoke slightly. However, there was no water and rice inlet all day, and the old monk's voice was already hoarse.

"Yes. It's me, master! With a response, Shifang became excited. Looking at the old monk's face, he condensed, and reached out to take off the eye-protecting earrings on the old monk's eyes.

"Shifang, I've finally waited for you!" The old monk's eyes had lost their black eyes, and his slightly opened eyes were piercing white.

"Master, your eyes are ......" Shifang's eyes turned red, and he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it after all. Just stretched out his hand to put up the old monk's robe to make the master more solemn.

"Ten Directions...... It seems that there are other people. Who is it? ”

Yan Chixia hurriedly walked over for a long time, and said with a solemn face: "Master, it is the reckless Taoist priest who caused you to fall into the hands of the enemy that day, and today I apologized to the master!" ”

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter," the old monk shook his head. "Don't take it personally. Being able to eliminate demons is the greatest credit to the world. ”

"The younger generation is ashamed!" Yan Chixia seemed to see the scene of her unauthorized trick that day, which seriously injured the old monk, and her face was slightly proud.

While dodging the heavy rain, the three of them talked about what happened to them after parting. Shifang took a small gourd from Yan Chixia and fed the old monk some water. Let's talk about it, it's already dark.

The little monk was originally going to leave immediately. But the old monk was determined to destroy the thousand-year-old tree demon, Yan Chixia was angry and naturally agreed, but he also made a proposal to ask Wang Zheng for help.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. So I saw that the rain was getting smaller. The three of them decided to set off to Guobei County and go to Wang Zheng first......

At night, the real July 15th Ghost Festival arrives.

The streets of the entire Guobei County are full of lively scenes. Firecrackers rang out, and four huge dragon dance teams beat gongs and drums while heading to the county center. Idle children on both sides of the street ran around and laughed happily.

In the alleys, families visit the braziers in front of their homes, and the women kneel down to burn paper while chanting words and praying for some kind of blessing from their deceased ancestors. The older girls ran to the river, put down the boats with candles, and watched the boats go down the river, carrying their thoughts away.

At this time, the three of them were already sitting on the second floor of Wang Zheng's restaurant, watching the lively scene of dragons dancing on the street, while eating the vegan banquet specially ordered by Wang Zheng to be prepared.

"Master, please!"

Wang Zheng raised his glass to invite, and Zen Master Baiyun naturally wanted to agree, so he took a cup of tea instead of wine.

Looking at Shifang and Yan Chixia, who were eating with their heads bored, Wang Zheng smiled and said: "I already know your plans, everyone in the evil demon and foreign ways will be punished, and the master invited me to help him because he can afford me." There is absolutely no problem with this. ”

"Donor, know right from wrong, understand good and evil, be willing to give, be kind to others, and be a person with great wisdom!" The master recited the Buddha's horn and nodded his head. However, as the old saying goes, the son of a daughter can't sit down, although the poor monk doesn't know the identity of the donor. But the donor's head is full of spiritual light, the aura is pressing, but the eyes are clear and cool, and the dragon dance steps are a little elegant, and he must be a supreme noble person. Please think twice about the donor's visit to the battlefield. ”

Yan Chixia raised her head and slapped the table, and said: "The master is right about this, Wang Gongzi, you are a rich and noble family, but we deal with the old monsters, and use the murderous spirit of your elite soldiers to compete, you don't actually have to go to the battlefield yourself!" ”

Shifang also looked up and said, "Let's listen to the master." You are a weak scholar, and it is very dangerous to go to the battlefield! ”

Weak scholars?

Wang Zheng looked down at himself and couldn't help but laugh. I'm nine feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, muscles all over my body are lumpy, and my fists are the size of a sandbag.

Wang Zheng shook his head and said in his heart: If you don't take it out and bring it to me, you won't let me go!

Hehe smiled and didn't answer, the hand holding the folding fan was raised slightly, and Yumo behind him immediately replaced his blood jade folding fan with a white-haired feather fan.

Wang Zheng glanced at the three of them lightly, shook it lightly at the old monk with a feather fan, and said loudly: "The trip of a husband and a gentleman is to cultivate oneself quietly and to cultivate virtue through frugality." If you are not indifferent, you will not have a clear ambition, and if you are not quiet, you will not be far-reaching! ”

A white light suddenly appeared from the feather fan, fluttering on the top of the old monk's head, and then the old monk shook up and down, the golden light rose, and the rolling eyes slowly returned to normal.

"Let's go!"

Yan Chixia looked stupid, and the chopsticks in her hand fell directly to the ground.

Shifang jumped up, threw himself in front of the old monk, looked at his eyes carefully, and said with great joy: "Master, you are good!" Master, your eyes are healed! ”

"Shifang ......" The old monk looked at his hands, touched the little monk's bald head with a slight rush, and then looked at Wang Zheng with complicated eyes, stood up and solemnly saluted, and said: "It turns out that the donor is also a cultivator, and the old monk is old-eyed, but he doesn't know the real person on the other side, it's really ...... Ay! ”

A sigh, a thousand words.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, exchanged the feather fan back for his own blood jade folding fan, shook it lightly, and said with a smile: "Master in person, how dare the kid become a cultivator." A prodigal! ”

In fact, the effect can be so good, Wang Zheng himself did not expect it.

Originally, in Jin Liuniang's calculations, this old monk was trapped in the canopy of the tree demon for a day and a night after the war, and the energy on his body had long been exhausted. As long as you give him energy, you can have a better effect.

Wang Zheng's play with this hand fantasy is actually to transform the old monk's own golden energy into white, and integrate it into his body with pure particles without any impurities, so as to moisturize his already dry body. Where did I think that the old monk's Bodhi is not bad, and the golden body is amazing, and it can be automatically repaired after having enough energy. Only then did the miraculous effect of curing the old monk's eyes appear at once.

Yan Chixia stammered: "This ...... Whose method is this? ”

The old monk had also calmed down at this time, felt the surging power of his body, and sighed slightly: "Judging from the performance, it should belong to Confucianism." Unexpectedly, Childe turned out to be a person who comprehended Haoran's righteousness. The previous words made Childe laugh! (To be continued......)