"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the sky above the small courtyard!

As the sound of chanting Buddha sounded, the power grid in the young man's hand disappeared in an instant, and the Yin Soul Sword of the Mother and Son, which was constantly squeezed and shrunk by him, also took the opportunity to escape, and the palm-high young woman in white stepped on a black infant the size of a pencil head and drilled into Ren Song's pocket. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Good planting! Good planting! Mr. Hu, let's meet again! In mid-air, Venerable Jueming suddenly appeared, but Aunt Jin, who had been following her, did not know where to go. The old monk saluted the young man opposite and smiled: "I really didn't expect you to ...... too" Just said this, the old monk was a flurry, and smiled again: "It turns out that it is not reincarnation, it is to take away a demon body, no wonder even the method of heavenly demon evil thunder can be used, sin ...... Sin...... It's a pity that the bamboo rat has practiced for thousands of years, but you took away his body and ruined his cultivation, such a bad retribution, only Mr. Hu did it......"

Although his face was full of smiles, the old monk's eyes were as cold as frost when he looked at the young man......

"You're finally out!" Licking his upper lip and putting away the molars that were exposed again, the young man opposite said indifferently as usual: "It seems that this kid surnamed Ren is not related to you, and he has been hiding on the side for so long and refuses to show his head!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Ren Song was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that this old monk would not save him when he saw death, he hid next to watch the excitement, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, this cowardly was about to speak, but he heard the distraction in his mind and shouted: "Idiot! Shut up and listen to what the old monk has to say! Seeing that Ren Song's heart was very unfair, he spoke again: "People are not related to you, saving is human affection, not saving is duty, what are you unhappy about!" ”

"What's that called?" Ren Song was furious in his heart, and he was about to refute the distraction, but there was a pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help but cry out "Ahh The red line in the right eye seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

The situation was critical just now, and I didn't feel that my attention was attracted in the past, but when I relaxed, I only felt that in my right eye, with the red line constantly turning my head, the soreness in my eyes became heavier and heavier. couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously, and the red line finally stopped turning his head, and the cowardly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked into the air again.

"Amitabha!" Hearing this cowardly cry out for pain, the old monk in the air recited the Buddha, and asked without looking back: "Master Ren, are you okay?" Without waiting for him to answer, Fu smiled at the young man surnamed Hu on the opposite side: "Mr. Hu, you won't be waiting for the old man to appear, right?" ”

"That's not ......" The young man smiled and took a step forward, his toes just touched the dead flying dragon's giant tail, and he kicked the flying dragon with disgust on his face and scolded: "A demon is a demon, even if it is not a living thing, it dares to attack the master!" ”

After speaking, he looked up at Venerable Jueming and sneered: "Originally, I was ordered to kill this kid surnamed Ren, but halfway through the fight, I found that someone was peeping on the side. You should be glad to have been born in the Central Plains, I heard that in Western countries, it is illegal to peep! Saying that, he remembered something again, looked down at the dead dragon on the ground again, frowned, and said, "This dead dragon suddenly rebelled against me, isn't it you, a thief, who is doing ghosts?" ”

When he heard the word "thief bald", the corners of the old monk's mouth jumped, and he smiled with a pleasant smile: "Although this dragon is not a living creature, it is always a dragon family in life, and it is even more difficult to give birth, and the violent death of the mother and child is already very desolate." Hu Sheng also refined his soul and body into a magic treasure, although it has some sanity, but it is a little inappropriate to disturb the peace of others, so the old man borrowed the power of my Buddha to let this creature get rid of the shackles and re-enter reincarnation...... Hehe, but it's not wrong! ”

"Sure enough...... Born to be a thief, stealing my son and mother Yin Soul Sword alive, and stealing the soul of my Five Yin Flying Dragon when you die, bald donkey, you are hopeless in this life! The young man on the other side then sneered.

"Good planting, the life of the poor monk has long ended, it doesn't matter whether you save it or not!" The old monk's eyes were even colder, and the smile on his face became more and more reluctant, and he looked at the young man and said, "It's a pity that you don't learn to be a good person, and it's not good to be a demon!" Mr. Hu, let the old man save you ashore! ”

Until this time, listening to the conversation between the two of them, Ren Song finally understood, this dragon dancing young man was the evil cultivator who refined the Yin Soul Sword of the Mother and the Mother back then, and later died together with the Venerable Jueming, listening to the meaning of the old monk, after the death of this evil cultivator, he took away the body of a bamboo rat demon, no wonder the two molars are so long, but this cowardly immediately had some doubts, the longest thing in the bamboo rat is the front teeth, how can this guy give birth to a pair of extra-long molars like a beast?

"Cut! I said, "What the hell are you thinking?" In his mind, a distracted and helpless voice came again: "What do you do in charge of people's teeth!" After that, he didn't wait for the coward's justification and replied: "This old monk is coming, it must be that the golden pages can't be controlled, so I'm looking for you!" ”

Speaking of this, he sneered distractedly: "Don't answer him, if you are in a hurry, let this bald donkey go with us to see Lingguan's father, so that we will have a free bodyguard on the way back, and there will be no more accidents!" ”

Hearing the words of distraction, although some people did not approve of the distraction on the surface, but this coward had a faint desire to do so in his heart, thinking that Xiaohongmei almost had an accident just now, but the old monk was only watching the excitement from the sidelines, Ren Song couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. Fu felt that although this method was a little unfair, it was not a sinister thing, and he snorted in his heart at the moment, but he didn't say much. Instead, he turned his head to look at Venerable Jueming in the air again......

Originally, when he heard the words of the old monk just now, whether it was Ren Song or the others or the young man surnamed Hu opposite, they only said that he was ready to do it, who knew that the old monk stood on his chest with one palm, stared at Mr. Hu and said: "Master Ren, when you retire this thief, please tell me about the method of manipulation of the golden book!" ”

"Huh?" I didn't want to be distracted, and what I said really became a fact, and Ren Songleng, who was a little dazed, was stunned for a while, and didn't know how to deal with it after thinking about it for a long time, so he had to reply according to the distraction: "Old monk, don't be nervous!" I'll tell you when I'm done! ”

"Amitabha!" The old monk shouted the Buddha's horn, the sky fell in the air, the Buddha's light was rising, and the young man was not paying attention but was swept by a Buddha's light on the shoulder, and suddenly a large stream of black smoke came out of his wound. But listening to the sneering of the young man surnamed Hu, the corners of his mouth twitched and sneered: "Old thief bald, I hope you have an afterlife!" With that, bursts of black mist surged all over his body, repelling all the Buddha's light.

Seeing the two of them fighting, the originally interested cowards were watching the excitement, but they heard the old monk shouting: "A lamp in the netherworld, saving the world for thousands of years!" In an instant, a faint flame like a wick appeared on the old monk's fingertips.

"Ahh With a miserable scream, the black gas on Mr. Hu's body instantly melted, making him shout again and again, looking very painful! ……

(To be continued.) )