The deeper the monk's cultivation, the more penetrating his feeling of qi was to see the fire, Lin Sixteen's doubts were precisely here, he did not feel a trace of murderous intent in Ye Bufan's body, a trace of anger, that half-good and half-evil face was too peaceful, and the eyes of half-stars and half-night were too calm.

Thousands of miles of lackeys still eat, and thousands of miles of lone wolves still eat meat!

Lin Sixteen would not be afraid of a wild dog whose leg was broken by himself, no matter whether the wild dog was boiling and roaring, his eyes were fierce, or he was whimpering silently.

But it was a lone wolf who broke his leg? silently, quietly licking the wound, and then there was a haunting and headache.

After looking at each other quietly for a moment, Lin Ling had to admit that even though Ye Bufan was still a waste of cultivation, the unpretentious peace and calm of his state of mind at this time also made him feel a little jealous.

But so what?

Lin Sixteen narrowed his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and pointed to his arm, when the palm was retracted, the two fingers in the middle of the food were like a sword, stealthily and lightly slashed across the neck, as if walking leisurely, a sword sealed the throat.

Lin Sixteen didn't expect his secret movements to stimulate Ye Bufan into a mad dog that roared at the sight of a stick.

Sure enough.

Ye Bufan is still the tranquility of the yellow flowers and green grass, or the calm of the ancient well.

One has been killed, with the same smile, and the other is still like a stubborn rock in the mountains, standing still. The sight of the two people was very wonderful, after Lin Sixteen's sword sealed his throat, there was a tacit understanding, and he dispersed without touching the fireworks, as if there was just a wisp of breeze blowing the willows just now, and the cicadas were not alarmed.

Lin Sixteen calmed down, closed his eyes and meditated. Ye Bufan lowered his head unhurriedly, looked at his chest with deep eyes, and his spiritual sense probed into the storage bag, the rusty short sword, lying flat in the misty space, a little scarlet on the tip of the sword, which was particularly eye-catching.

With his current cultivation, he has no subtle body techniques, and he doesn't know anything about magic, but Ye Bufan believes that he can use this short sword in this secluded small world to cut off the evil thoughts that stretch out to him.

The confidence is a brown pill in the storage bag. It was the Pure Heart Pill from Lin Sixteen, which was pure and calm, which could eliminate the intoxication of the strange fragrance on the divine soul, but Ye Bufan did not need to contain it in his abdomen.

This filthy forest is boundless, weird and inexplicable, after this forest, it is conceivable that it will not be a shortcut, a smooth road all the way.

Wait quietly, there will always be a chance to turn the sword in your heart into blood in your palm.

As for Lin Sixteen's humiliation of his broken arm and the intention of sealing his throat, Ye Bufan didn't know that Lin Ling had made a conclusive conclusion before, but it was true that as Lin Ling said, Ye Bufan didn't have any thoughts of wanting to tell Jinglian.

As for the reason, it is neither because Jing Lian's cultivation can become a strong reinforcement, nor because the more Ye Bufan has nothing, as humble as an ant, the more he wants to support the ridiculous dignity and contemptuous face of the man left.

No one in this world would be able to think of it, how could Ye Bufan say it!

The man with clear eyebrows and childish eyes next to him may be his son Ye Tian's persistence and longing for him through the will of heaven.

This kind of persistence has nothing to do with shame or not.

A father, a mother, even if the sword is added and the heart is broken, he will always face the child, leaving only a calm and smiling face.

Looking at what Lin Ling and the disciples of the Tiancang Sect had done before, they would definitely do their best to protect Jing Lian's thoughtfulness, without this layer of uneasiness, it was just a threat from Lin Sixteen, where was there any need to fidget and dodge.

After thinking about it thoroughly, Ye Bufan's heart was really still water without traces, and there were no waves. He gently exhaled a breath of turbid breath in his chest, withdrew his split legs, sat cross-legged, pinched yin and yang in his hands, and began to restore the depleted aura in the dantian spirit ding, which was used to warm and nourish the broken arm that was connected by the method of "raw bones", hoping that within two days, this arm would be able to continue to exert strength intact as before.

In his calm breath, Ye Bufan quickly forgot about himself, and he didn't notice at all that Jing Lian's eyes were three points of doubt and seven points of anger at the moment, and she looked at the remaining half of the sauce meat in her hand fixedly.

The slightly trembling sauce meat skin is glutinous, and when you bite into it, the mellow oil fragrance overflows along the tip of the tongue, soft and rotten like cheese, mixed with a sudden and surprising toughness.

At present, it is delicious and can always make Jinglian have the joy of bathing in the warm sun. However, a strong killing intent suddenly stabbed straight at Ye Bufan beside him like a sword from the sheath, making Jing Lian feel that the soft and glutinous mouthful of sauce meat in her mouth had turned into a piece of firewood mixed with coarse sand and wax that had been roasted into black charcoal.

The practice of Zen Buddhism is more important than the mind and less than the body, and the tantric line is even more demanding that it is necessary to have a wheel to get a glimpse of the doorway. As the only remaining tantric Vajra of Zen Buddhism, Jinglian has been enlightening the "four immeasurable minds" for many years, and is also a childish mind, and her perception of qi has become astonishing to an astonishing degree.

The killing machine that shot at Ye Bufan was fleeting, and in the perception of an ordinary monk, it was an ordinary killing machine, but in Jinglian's feeling, this killing machine had two points of fierceness, three points of brutality, and half of it was disgusting arrogance and wantonness.

The sauce meat in the mouth is now a pity to discard, and the chew is tasteless. Jing Lian still reluctantly swallowed the waxy sauce meat, slowly wrapped the remaining sauce meat in the open pampas straw bag, and put it into the Canaan wood ring beads on her wrist.

Then he withdrew his lazy legs, closed his eyes lightly, sat down, silently drank out the mantra of the word "Om", knotted the root seal of the Great Virtue in his hand, and began to chant the Heart Sutra of the Great Virtue in his heart.

After a heart-to-heart pass, Jing Lian opened her eyes, her pupils were covered with a layer of blue and black, and she looked at Lin Sixteen quietly.

In the Zen heart of Jinglian, the Vajra wheel has been born with seven colors, and the position of the five directions below, the great Wei Deming King of the Western Lotus Department, has appeared with six faces, six legs and six arms, the body is blue and black, and the skull is Yingluo.

This virtual image is the wisdom sword of the great Wei Deming King to interrupt the ignorant enemy.

Next, as long as the meditation is guided, in an instant, the Dharma of the Great Mighty Deming King will appear in front of him.

However, Jing Lian turned her head to look at Lin Ling in the blink of an eye, and her Zen thoughts remained motionless like a silent dead tree.

Jing Lian was neither angry nor angry, she looked at Lin Ling who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, the root seal that was originally pinched out of her hands moved slightly, and her index finger was extended, bent like a halberd and then erected like a pine.

The hand knot is the center seal of the heart of Daweide, and Jinglian silently recites the mantra of the word "吽" in her mouth, and a trace of Zen touches Lin Ling's eyebrows, as if she was moving in a flash.

This Zen thought is light and soft, and the qi that emanates is like a dense forest, with a long mane flashing and fangs exposed. Zen Buddhism's "inner Indian lion's roar" is silent, but it has the deterrence and fierceness of King Kong's angry eyes.

Jing Lian didn't want to tear her face, but she understood that with Lin Ling's cultivation and status, she could only be on the top of the mountain with strength and smile at the clouds.

Jing Lian's Zen thought disappeared in a flash, Lin Ling waited for a moment before slowly opening his eyes, first turned his head to look at Lin Sixteen, who was unconscious beside him, frowned before turning his head, his eyes flashed with clear light and swept away Ye Bufan, who was as stunned as a wooden chicken, before staring at Jing Lian's eyes with a solemn face.

Lin Sixteen had a sword hidden in his heart, and when his divine sense probed Ye Bufan, Lin Ling clearly sensed that wisp of murderous intent that was not hidden.

Zhongzhou Star has been peaceful for a hundred years, and although there are inevitably some conflicts between the major sects and families, no one will tear their faces openly. Tiancang Sect has always been proud of Dongshengzhou, within the sect, the first line of Broken Cloud Peak is the weight of the sect, as the inner disciple of Broken Cloud Peak, although Lin Sixteen promised not to conflict with Ye Bufan again before leaving the small world of secluded relics. However, how could he really hide his arrogant and domineering temperament for a rootless and bottomless wild cultivator.

Accustomed to the respect of the strong and the contempt of the weak, Lin Ling was a little annoyed by Lin Sixteen's recklessness, and he didn't pay attention to that killing machine at all.

But it was precisely this killing machine that Jing Lian, who was also out of the way, not only sensed it, but also had such a strong reaction.

Lin Ling's thoughts in his heart turned, and he asked softly, "Venerable Jinglian, is there anything difficult that needs the help of Poor Dao?"

Jinglian hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes slightly, and returned to the Vajra Wheel in Zen Meditation, and the Great Wei Deming King who was originally illusory in her Zen heart disappeared, and turned into the blue and black on the Vajra Wheel.

With both hands forming the auspicious seal of wisdom, Jinglian hid the Zen thoughts in the Vajra wheel, opened her eyes and looked at Lin Ling, who had an ordinary complexion, smiled shallowly, and responded with the Zen heart language secret method: "Lin Dao's long cultivation is profound and unique, why bother to ask knowingly." ”

Lin Ling smiled and waved his hand with some annoyance, "I, the junior brother, has always been reckless and irritable, and there are some conflicts between him and Daoist Ye, so he has some murderous intentions, but it is just an impulse to fight for some face." ”

"Tiancang Sect has always had a degree of law, and the master of the poor road is extremely strict, my junior brother, I am reckless to the point of being true, but just for some face, I don't dare to be unscrupulous to the point of killing. ”

Lin Ling's tone of words was natural, his smile was light, Jing Lian thought about it slightly, and after putting her hands together and bowing, she sighed in her heart, didn't say a word, lowered her head and closed her eyes, and continued to silently recite the Great Virtue Heart Sutra.

"After all, I can't really tear my face, firstly, Tiancang Sect has taken care of myself, and secondly, this trip to the underworld is also a great opportunity for Zen Buddhism for thousands of years. ”

Jing Lian had distracting thoughts in her heart, and after a while, she gave up and continued to recite the Great Weide Heart Sutra silently, and silently turned her head to look at Ye Bufan, and sighed in her heart.

If it weren't for his heart-warming appointment, Brother Ye would not have fallen into such a situation. ”

One day is even thrilling, and after that, I don't know if there will be a decisive situation, in terms of Ye Bufan's cultivation, I am afraid that even saving his life is more than enough and weak.

Moreover, Jing Lian did not fully believe Lin Ling's words.

Jing Lian thought of this, and felt remorse in her heart, but looking at Ye Bufan's half honest face, she knew that among these honest faces, there was a persistence that would never give up easily.

At this point, it is useless to think too much. Jinglian purifies her mind and calms her breath, sweeps away the distracting thoughts of right and wrong in her heart, knots the diamond wheel seal in her hand, sits on her legs and sits auspiciously with Baolian, and visualizes with a Zen mind - I am the king of Ming, and the king of Ming is me.

When entering the dream visualization with the Zen tantric method, the meditation of Jinglian in the vajra wheel moved slightly, like the wind blowing a white snail, and the Dharma sound sounded.

Jing Lian's heart tightened suddenly, and then she silently recited the mantra in tantric method, opened her eyes and looked into the distance.

In Aya's eyes, a few dark red shadows were like ghosts, with ghostly aftershadows, tearing through the silent and dark night.