Uncle Zeng Li's implication was that the fox attack man should not provoke Li Xiyang, he wanted to stay out of the matter, no matter what evil the other party did, he would at most pout and smile.

The fox attack man had some fear, he knew that he was not the opponent of the white-clothed robe, if he didn't handle it properly today, not only would what he had done before fall short, but he would also be in trouble, and when the time came, not to mention any glory and wealth, it would be in vain.

"Dao Chief, I passed through Jurong all the way to business, did you recognize the wrong person? If there is anything offended, I hope you will forgive me......"

Seeing that the other party was still pretending, the white-clothed Taoist robe was like a clown jumping off the beam, and said flatly: "Don't talk nonsense, do you dare to open the bag around your waist?"

Everyone looked at the Baina bag that was incompatible with the fox attack man's luxury, and they were all wary, and Xiaoyaosheng secretly sighed that he was not afraid that such a master would be present today, so he did not hide the "soul bag", if the Baina bag was opened at this time, the soul that had been detained over the years would not only escape, but also be a goof.

The fox attack man gently shook the bag on his waist, the cloth bag was shriveled and shriveled, it really didn't look like it contained anything, he said: "Dao Chief, there is nothing in this bag, I don't know what you want to do?"

Uncle Zeng Li raised the corners of his mouth, the other party's trick to deceive the junior is almost the same, but if you want to hide it in front of your eyes, it is absolutely impossible. Although the soul is empty, but there is also weight, "Zi Bu Silent" recorded a small seal, which mentions that the soul is about four dollars in weight, that Baina bag must be a magic weapon, even if the detention of thousands of souls, there will not be much change.

The white-clothed Taoist robe said: "Since you don't want to open it, then I'll help you!"

Uncle Zeng Li reached out in the air, a surge of true intent, the bag shattered and opened, and the fox attack man was hideous, and said angrily: "No!"

Chen Yuzhi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Uncle Zeng Li to recover so quickly, that day on the Maoshan Purple Bamboo Forest, he was injured by Wang Shudian, the latter also said, one more punch can end the white-clothed robe, and the momentum and demeanor shown by Uncle Zeng Li today can only be described by Mingjing stopping the water, and it is completely impossible to see that he was seriously injured a few days ago.

The bag was torn into rags, and the night of late autumn was a little chilly, but at this time, the wind was blowing in the deep alley, and the sound of wailing and howling echoed here, Uncle Zeng Li sneered: "What else do you have to say!"

It is recorded in Buddhist scriptures that the soul will become a lonely ghost after being away from the body for a long time, and it will also suffer from the sore spot washed by the yin wind on the fifteenth day of the first month of each month.

Outside the deep alley, there is a little monk standing with his palms together, a string of jasper arhat beads hanging from his neck to his waist, his dull and cute appearance looks quite cute, the little monk looks up at the soul of injustice in the sky, and softly recites: "Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo ......"

Six rounds of Sanskrit words floated around the palms, and the obscure Sanskrit sounds gradually enveloped the souls.

In the small courtyard of the alley, Xiaoyaosheng saw that all these years of hard work were ruined, and said hideously: "One day, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Uncle Zeng Li smiled, he didn't pay attention to the souls in the sky, in his eyes, the life and death of the people of Jurong had nothing to do with him, and someone outside the alley seemed to be reciting the method of transcending the soul, he said: "Do you think you can escape from Jurong today?"

The fox attack man suddenly collapsed to the ground, seeing that his eyes were blank and his lips were cyanotic, completely as stiff as the corpse in Yizhuang.

Uncle Zeng Li sneered: "The small skill of carving insects, the skill of snatching away the spirit of the three indiscriminate dares to be embarrassed in the rivers and lakes?"

The white-clothed robe raised his arm and summoned Li Xiyang's peachwood sword into his hand, and he was about to draw a sword towards the void...... A line of blood flowed from Uncle Zeng Li's eyes, which gradually fell on the placket of his clothes, and the white robe was stained with red spots, and the man threw the peachwood sword back to Li Xiyang, and then disappeared above the eaves, no matter how Li Xiyang called, there was no response.

Uncle Zeng Li's internal injuries have not healed, and he is the end of the strong crossbow, if not, maybe when the fox attack man just entered Jurong, he will wipe him out casually. Wudang Wang Shudian's golden light spell is too strong, the method of hitting the acupoint is far better than him, he almost died under the opponent's fist that day, this internal injury, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover after ten years and eight years, but the severe pain in the body did not make the white-clothed robe have too many waves, he does not regret the shot today, as long as Li Xiyang can get out of the gloomy past, regain that confidence and calmness, what does it matter if he is injured?

The matter of Jurong came to light, the holy woman and Ye Wanwan pulled up Meng Ting, who was deeply embedded in it, from the soil, and the woman holding the red silk looked apologetic, and said softly: "I was offended a lot before, but I am too narrow-minded, and I hope you are not strange...... This great grace is remembered in his heart, and he will definitely bring Wanwan and his senior brother to the door to apologize in the future!"

The Sanskrit sound in the deep alley was permeated, and the little monk closed his eyes and slowly walked into the small courtyard, and everyone watched silently as he chanted the Buddha on the side. After a long time, the yin wind dissipated, the little monk opened his eyes, and said to the sky: "A banana lamp, laugh to the reincarnation, may forget the regrets of this life, may there be no suffering in the next life......!"

There is one in the eighteen strings of jasper Arhat beads, and at this time, no one noticed that one of the original emerald green Buddha beads gradually dimmed.

The little monk's timbre is a little immature, but the vicissitudes of life between the lines are like a monk who has attained the Tao, and the night gradually brightens, and the soul returns to dust and turns into colorful, like colorful fireflies that warm people's hearts.

Hou Cengyan supported the young man with a ragged back, in case he lost face by standing on his feet with weak feet. Chen Yuzhi was about to ask the little monk about his origin, and a big monk walked into the courtyard, he quietly walked to the little monk's side, grabbed his little ear, and said: "You little guy, you secretly took my jasper Arhat beads and ran around, come back with me!"

Between the words, the little monk stuck out his tongue, with a calm demeanor that you can do with me, the big monk took off the other party's arhat beads, and suddenly cried with a sad face, with a hidden "tears in his eyes", and said: "You loser, I have created a sin for several lifetimes, and I will meet a disciple like you, a sin!"

The big monk grabbed the little monk's ear again, and after bowing to everyone, he walked towards the outside of the courtyard. The little monk didn't seem to feel pain, and shouted with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk has the number of four young, and there will be a period in the future!"

The name of the little monk is unique, the "four" and the word "death" homonym, ordinary people avoid it, this little guy's name actually starts with four characters, it is really unprecedented.

Si Shao and his master live on Baohua Mountain in Yangzhou, and they are Buddhist monks in the eyes of the people, but every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and Buddhism is no exception. The temples on this Baohua Mountain are like forests, there are more than 1,600 temples in total, the size is different, the temples and temples are not in contact with each other, some of the ancient temples with golden light are very magnificent, so the incense will be more vigorous. Where the four young people and the master live, there are some winding paths leading to the secluded place, and the deep taste of flowers and trees in the meditation room is that there is no bell in the small door and small temple, and there is no incense and no fire. If it weren't for the livelihood of preaching at the altar in Jurong every month, I am afraid that even the stomach will become a problem.

The four young people are very greedy for the master's Luohan beads, and from time to time they will take advantage of the great monk's napping kung fu to secretly take off the string of jasper Buddha beads around his neck, and several times they were caught by the master at the door of the pawnshop.

The little monk has this move, all because the master often says a sentence on weekdays, he always said: "Si Shao, don't underestimate our small temple, the master's string of Arhat beads is more valuable than the entire Baohua Mountain combined, the monk is all fate, don't be jealous of how the incense of other temples is prosperous, but the master is willing, let this small temple become a treasure temple tomorrow, do you believe it or not?"

Si Shao has his own ideas, and he never says anything that he is not sure of, just like his own Dharma name, "Four Shao"! This is given by the master, which means that he should say less, do less, eat less, and think less. Si Shao once thought that the master was warning himself that the pot could not be opened in the temple, and he must retain his physical strength, so as not to be hungry and have no steamed buns to eat.

Jurong returned to tranquility, and a figure appeared when the darkness came out, and he walked unhurriedly towards the deep alley, as if he wanted to join in the fun, how could he waste such a long night?

Chen Yuzhi changed into a Taoist robe, and was healing his injuries in the small miscellaneous hair room, Li Xiyang looked at him and said: "Put on a Taoist robe and look at Luo Yi Ziyan, he really looks like a Taoist priest...... You really can't judge people by their appearance!"