"You come down first, let's sit down and have a good chat!" Huizhi comforted the black cloud in the sky and said, "It's inconvenient for me to talk to you like this!"

The black clouds in the sky were silent for a moment, and then they fell from the sky like a dragon absorbing water, and fell to the outside of the tantric array two miles away, turning into a black-robed man, and the sky also brightened.

This black-robed man is about 1.8 meters tall, his waist is bent and rickety, the robe and hat on his face are low, and his whole face is hidden under the shadow of the robe and hat.

Huizhi watched Pixiu finish his changes, and then commanded aloud: "In all Tantric sects, there shall be no idle people, etc., regardless of the Pixiu faction, Qingzhen Temple, Tantric monks, pilgrims, without my permission, and shall not enter and leave the main hall at will." Limit a quarter of an hour, except for the little monks, the rest of the monks who sweep the floor, repair, chant, exceed, hold the cane, incense case, point carving, and fasting and cook, and return to their abode!" Huizhi's intention is to make everyone avoid it, so as not to see an incredible scene.

The monks, pilgrims, Pixiu faction and Qingzhen Temple mousse hurriedly tidied up and returned to their residences, Wang Wang also returned to his residence, at this time he was anxious, because the big mousse was gone, not even the human skin was left, how to explain the disappearance of the big mousse? In addition, the little pig's mouth also disappeared!

At this time, Wang Wang was in a desperate situation, and he didn't even have a trace of help, and the words "isolated" were very suitable to describe him!

Bin Laden Mousse came to Wang Wang's side and asked, "Za... Idmus, the great... What about Da Mousse?" What are you afraid of, Wang Wang cursed secretly.

"He..."Wang Wang hesitated, it would inevitably be a few loopholes for him to make it up, but how would he pass this hurdle if he didn't make it up?

The eight-part array above the tantric sect slowly disappeared, and the Pixiu outside the array slowly walked over step by step, as if it was teleporting!

Huizhi in the sky led the young monk beside him to greet him and landed in front of Pixiu: "Amitabha, don't come to the commander unharmed!"

"Hmph!" Pixiu snorted coldly: "Not good!"

Huizhi smiled and said, "Commander Kuanxin, I'll go here to prepare some tea, let's sit down and discuss the plan to find someone!"

"That's it!" Pixiu in the black robe said in a rather tone, not eyebrows, not eyebrows, and the nose is not the smell of finding fault with the nose. If he usually gave Pixiu a hundred dares, he wouldn't dare to do this, what is Huizhi's identity! He is the second strongest person in the three sects of the Divine Sect, not to mention the spells of this body, even if he is the identity of the Tantric speaker, Pixiu has to bow his head for three points.

Now he dares to do this, partly because he is reasonable, his son died, and he still died in your place, so you look at my two faces, it's not too much!

In addition, he knows that Zen Master Huizhi is gentle and gentle, so he dares to be so presumptuous, if he changes to the violent temper of the Taoist Sect here, it will be good if he doesn't find a crack to hide!

But everything has a degree, not to mention that Huizhi's identity is here, and he is not too much, so he got off the donkey down the slope and followed Huizhi to the main hall, at this time in the main hall to sort out the Buddhist scriptures, the monks who repaired the Buddha statue have dispersed, and there are only three people in the huge hall, Huizhi and Pixiu and the monk who serves tea.

Pixiu sat down and drank the tea brewed by Huizhi himself, and the bitterness in his heart was very unpleasant. The sour is that the heir is dead, the sweet is the tea made by Huizhi himself, the bitter is the taste of the tea, and the spicy is that Huizhi will not speak after entering the main hall!

After Huizhi poured a cup of tea for Pixiu, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to Pixiu facing the temple door, and then pondered at the clear sky outside the door without saying a word, and the monk serving tea stood behind him.

Pixiu sat on the chair, because no one paid attention to him, he felt like something had grown on his buttocks, and it was extremely itchy, so he couldn't help but put down the teacup and stood up.

"I said Zen Master Huizhi, what do you mean by calling me in and not saying anything? Didn't you just say that you wanted to discuss with me how to find my son's clues? I drank the tea and said it, let's get down to business!"

Hui Zhi waved his hand without looking back, and the monk next to him who was serving tea approached and said to Pixiu: "Commander, Zen Master he just asked me a few questions to ask you first, and then I can determine the plan!"

Pixiu's robe face glanced at Huizhi, who had his back to him, and even though he received such a snub, he didn't have a seizure.

"Just ask!"

"May I ask where the commander is not feeling well?" the tea monk asked very lightly, just smelling the reason given by Pixiu for not coming.

"Uhh

"Excuse me, Commander, how can you make a good spell when you are not feeling well?"

"Uh......" Pixiu swallowed and said, "It's so angry!"

"Excuse me, Commander, what are the spells you make them called?"

"Uh......" Pixiu finally lost his voice, this spell is called 'Buddhism Three-phase Mahamudra', it is an authentic tantric spell, but when Pixiu uses it and the monk in Tantra, the appearance is different, and the inner and offensive methods are the same!

"It's called..."Pixiu's mind turned, and he blurted out: "The secret technique of knowing the heart of heaven and earth!"

The tea monk smiled lightly and said, "The commander can really make up, the little monk has only heard of the fugue knowing the mind and the fugue heaven and earth, but he has never heard of the fugue knowing the secret art of the heaven and the earth!"

Pixiu's waist straightened, and he said confidently: "Why not? I said yes, there is!"

"Excuse me, Commander, you punched two punches on my tantric head, how do these two punches count!"

When Pixiu heard this, he became anxious: "You still killed my son!"

Hearing this, Huizhi, who had been sitting quietly, turned his head slightly and snorted.

"Although it's not biological," Pixiu said in a panic, "After all, I've raised it for so many years!"

"Nonsense! Your pet is dead, and my Tantra will give you two punches, so if you have a son and really die in Tantra, are you still going to kill me, an old monk?" Huizhi said angrily, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

Although he couldn't see Huizhi's face, but only heard his voice, Pixiu was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, and the black robe on his body fell to the ground, revealing Pixiu's body. It has a triangular head with its head down, so it can't see its face clearly. From the appearance, it kneeled as if it was a praying mantis.

"Kneel for what?" Huizhi sneered.

"Pixiu was so excited, I couldn't hold back for a while!" replied Pixiu tremblingly.

"What's exciting?" asked Huizhi again.

"The master is right!" said Pixiu respectfully.

"How many years?"

"Master, it's been a hundred years!"

"How many times?"

"The three hundred and eighty-fifth!"

"How much longer?"

"Sixty years!"

"How many more?"

"Ninety-nine times!"

After Huizhi asked, he stopped talking, and the monk who served tea packed up the table and walked out, leaving the pair of masters and servants in the hall in a daze.