"I don't know what the donor wants to explain, please give the poor monk some guidance!"

In the jungle, the sound of the Buddha sounded.

"Old bald donkey, you don't have to pretend to be a gesture, Boss Lin asked why you wanted to save this grandson. And your bald donkey junior brother, why did he appear at Shanhe Pass?"

Bai Xiaopang said angrily.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Ci Nan smiled, and then said: "The donor may kill all the people in the world with a knife?"

"It's one to kill one!"

Lin Huang smiled, but it was full of murderous intent.

"Can the donor kill the poor monk?"

Tzu Nan asked.

Lin Huang frowned, and then shook his head, the monk in front of him seemed to be gentle and mellow, with a bit of kindness, but the latter gave Lin Huang a much more terrifying feeling than Cisheng.

I am afraid that the realm of mercy and hardship has reached the peak of Wuhou.

"Since the donor can't kill the poor monk, the poor monk wants to save Song Wugui to the donor, can the donor still kill him?"

Ci Nan said with a smile, but the heart to protect Song Wugui was very decisive.

"You can try ......"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and said, his eyes fell on Song Wugui, who looked weak, and his face was murderous.

Ci Nan did not recite the Buddha's name, but put his palms together again, and said with a smile: "The poor monk wants to protect a person, even if Xuanyuan raises troops, it is useless, and the donor is credible?"

"Don't believe it!"

The forest barren cut the railway.

Ci Nan smiled dumbly, then shook his head helplessly, and continued: "With the wisdom of the benefactor, you should understand the meaning of the poor monk's appearance here!"

"I don't understand!"

Lin Huang shook his head and said, too lazy to play any riddles with Ci Nan. Cisheng is like this, and so is Ci Suffering, two old monks who have cultivated Buddha, after entering the empty door, there will be no direct words?

The smile on Ci Nan's face froze, and after coughing to hide his embarrassment, he finally said the purpose of his visit:

"The family teacher invites the donor to enter the Wuzen Temple!"

Well?

Lin Huang frowned slightly, even though he had already guessed in his heart, he was still a little surprised at this moment. I heard the name of Ye Wuchan, but it was only more than 20 days ago, why did the latter let the disciples in the temple come to find him to enter the Wuchan Temple.

"Old bald donkey, don't you think about it! My Lin boss is still a chick, how can he enter your Wuzen Temple, what kind of monk do you!"

Bai Xiaopang waved the hammer in his hand and killed Ci Nan.

Buzz.

Bai Xiaopang hadn't approached Ci Nan yet, the latter just smiled, and a golden Buddha light appeared around him, shaking Bai Xiaopang away.

Lin Huang listened to Bai Xiaopang's previous words, and his face was full of black lines.

"Why did you invite me to the Wuzen Temple?"

Lin Huang frowned.

"The family teacher didn't say it, and the poor monk didn't ask!"

Ci Nan's face showed indifference and calmness, and then he continued: "Maybe the donor has killed too many evils, and one day he will become a demon." Entering the empty gate early is for the blessing of all beings!"

"Oh!"

After Lin Huang condensed slightly, he smiled very calmly, and he didn't believe half a word of mercy's words. Then, Lin Huang pointed at Song Wugui and said:

"You let me kill him, and I will follow you into the Wuzen Temple!"

Lin Huang's entry into the Wuzen Temple is not the same as the entry into the Wuzen Temple in the mouth of the martyr. One of the so-called entering the temple is to enter the temple. Another explanation is to escape into the void.

It's just that I don't know if Ye Wuchan's meaning is the same as Lin Huang's thoughts, or the same as the meaning of compassion.

In the jungle, the compassionate man shook his head with a smile, and said with kind eyebrows: "The purpose of the poor monk is to let the donor enter the Wuzen Temple. But the poor monk has been practicing Hongchen for 30 years, and he is used to seeing life and death, but he can't see anyone killing in front of the poor monk!"

"In that case, please leave, master!"

Lin Huang learned to fold his hands and said with a smile: "But the master should pay attention, Song Wugui is this person, I will kill him once I see it." I once said this to Master Tzu Sheng!"

Ci Nan smiled, "The poor monk said that even if Xuanyuan raised troops to appear, he couldn't kill the people the poor monk wanted to protect!"

Lin Huang nodded and smiled but did not speak, and then led the three of them out of the jungle.

It's not that Lin Huang doesn't want to kill Song Wugui, but there is mercy and difficulty, and he can't kill him at all. Even if you add the city of Jun, it is beyond the reach of the dust.

The ages of the four people combined, the horror was only half the age of this old monk.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Less than half an hour after the four of them left, the jungle was still filled with the sound of the Buddha of compassion, and only a trace of compassion and expectation was heard in the hoarse voice: "The poor monk is in the Wuzen Temple, waiting for the Lin Shizhu!"

"This old bald donkey!"

Bai Xiaopang carried two big hammers, his face was not angry, and then he continued: "Boss Lin, why don't we go back to Xuanyuan Mansion to borrow troops, set foot on the Wuchan Temple, and hang Ye Wuchan up and beat that dog!"

Ahem.

Lin Huang kicked Bai Xiaopang away, thinking about why Ye Wuchan sent someone down the mountain and invited himself into Wuchan Temple.

Do you really want to let yourself escape into the empty door?

......

Outside the Qinglong Mountain Range, Song Wugui had already passed out. Ci Nan carried the latter on his back, walked on the flat official road, and walked towards the Wuzen Temple step by step.

Suddenly, Ci Nan paused and calmly raised his head.

I saw that not far ahead, I don't know when there was a middle-aged man standing quietly, who looked a little ordinary, but it made Ci Nan frown.

The man standing in the way stood calmly, but there seemed to be thousands of troops behind him.

"Ben Hou has allowed you to walk in the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than 30 years, but when did the people of Wuzen Temple dare to save the people of the Blood Spirit Hall so blatantly?"

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands and said calmly.

Ci Nan put down Song Wugui on his back, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but did not have the slightest fear, but his face was calm, and he said with a smile:

"Just now, the poor monk once told Lord Lin that even if you come, you can't kill the person the poor monk wants to protect!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged smile that stood in the way let out a light sigh, and then said indifferently: "Even if Ye Wuchan comes out of the mountain, I'm afraid I won't be able to say this!"

Ci Nan shook his head, staring at Xuanyuan Tibing with a pair of confused eyes, as if he wanted to see the latter through, and only after a long time did he speak silently:

"There is a green dragon behind the poor monk, but do you want the poor monk to take off his clothes and show it to the donor?"

In the middle of the avenue, the middle-aged man's brows suddenly frowned, and after a moment of silence, he moved out of the way, "You can go!"

With a smile on his face, Ci Nan picked up Song Wugui again and slowly walked past the middle-aged man of the latter.

Bang.

Only between the two of them passed by, Song Wugui behind Ci Nan burst violently, and blood flew sideways, splashing the middle-aged man and Ci Nan covered in blood.

"You ......"

The compassion was furious, and he had forgotten to recite the Buddha's name, and his confused eyes were full of anger, but he never made a move on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned around slowly, and his blade-carved face revealed a bleak desolation and unparalleled domineering:

"The ancestor of Wuxiang died, and the Xuanyuan family entered the Dongling in white clothes, and only eleven people remained in the old and three young people. The whole clan went to die generously, to destroy the Blood Spirit Hall and suppress the Eastern Spirit Demon, not to let you escape into the empty gate. And now, two hundred years later, the people who still want to take away the Blood Spirit Hall in front of Ben Hou are ashamed to say that there is a green dragon behind them?"

Na Cinan's face was stunned, and his face was flushed, and he didn't know how to respond.

The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and continued: "No matter how much you have the common people, how compassionate you are, and how compassionate you are to live the world. From today onwards, you are no longer a member of my Xuanyuan family. If you dare to enter Xuanyuan City, the lord of this clan will kill you with his own hands!"

After that, the middle-aged man left with his hands in his hands, but the mighty voice was above the official road, like an ancient bell chime poured into the ears of the martyr:

"Ancestor Xuanyuan Zheng once established the twenty-seventh article of the family rules, the evil demon has not been destroyed, and the Xuanyuan family cannot become a Buddha alone, do you remember?"

(End of chapter)