The abbot ordered Jing'er to lay some spells in front of the temple, and if there was something evil approaching, a line of copper bells would ring to remind the monks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The monks said, "Master, why don't you pull that monster out?"

The abbot said, "Apprentice, because the master can't beat it." The master sighed, the Qingfo Temple is a small temple, except for the two temple treasures that cannot be used at all, only the mirror can protect the temple from the invasion of low-level monsters in the mountain. If the monster can avoid the eyes and ears of the mirror last night, it means that it is not shallow. The abbot still wonders why the wild demon will come to the Qingfo Temple to eat people, the general temple has Buddha nature, so that the demon retreats, but such a tragedy happened last night. Then he asked Sixteen, "Sixteen, do you know?"

Sixteen: "I don't know." ”

"The monks don't speak, but if they lie, they will be struck by thunder. ”

Sixteen: "But the master is still alive and well." ”

"Ahem. The abbot raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, you need to be more careful tonight, how is the progress of your subduing Su Xiu'e?"

Sixteen: "I have no clue." ”

The abbot said: "I wanted you to subdue this demon and make it live in the mirror, so that it can protect you after going down the mountain." It is necessary to know that the cultivation of the flower demon is extremely difficult, and it takes less than 10,000 years to cultivate a human body, and it takes 10,000 years to forge a human body, so its appearance is stunning. After turning into a human form, the mana is lost, and it needs to be rebuilt from the human form. And because she was infected with extreme resentment, she saved these cumbersome processes, and she was even more powerful than those cultivated flower demons. If you can do good, you will become a powerful helper. ”

"The disciple understands. ”

The abbot said: "You must be careful tonight, yes, Ah Lu is coming back." ”

There was a light in Sixteen's eyes, "Then I'm going to live in a room with Ah Lu tonight." ”

The abbot stroked his beard and said, "That's not good, you really want to sleep, go to Ajiu's room." Sixteen nodded.

There are only 50 monks in the Qing Buddha Temple, all of them are equipped with independent wing rooms in the back courtyard, although the decoration is simple, but the rooms are bright and spacious. In order to live comfortably, many senior brothers are bigger, which used to be called comfortable, but now it is called cool. At night, the wind outside the window was whining, and the chill came in through the crack in the door, making the candlelight flutter continuously. Some people huddled in the futon and shivered, and some people fell asleep on their backs without heart or lungs. In the warm light of the red candle, the monk, who was slightly older than sixteen, rolled the Buddhist scriptures by hand and studied them carefully. His eyes were narrow and narrow, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and at first glance, some fox's cunning was hidden in them.

But he was so fascinated that others ignored that his Buddhist scriptures were reversed.

The door of his wing room suddenly opened, Sixteen walked in, Sixteen was taken aback when he entered the room, about a dozen brothers were crowded in the room, some slept on the couch, some sat on the ground, the originally spacious wing room seemed crowded, Sixteen said: "It turns out that everyone is there." ”

The crowd replied, "That's right, it's better to stay with Ah Jiu for safety." "By the way, Senior Brother Jiu, which passage are you studying that you read so with relish?"

Ah Jiu was really fascinated by it, and everyone told him to ignore him.

Sixteen saw that his book had been knocked down, so he sneaked up from behind him and saw a big hole in the Buddhist scripture that Ah Jiu was reading, and another book was hidden in the hole. Just as Sixteen was about to read the book clearly, Ah Jiu closed the book, and with a "snap", Sixteen didn't even see a shadow, but Ah Jiu turned his head, "Senior brother, don't come to harm." ”

Ever since he was a child, Ah Jiu has been a very vigilant person, and if he doesn't want to show people this book, then he will take it to the grave and become an eternal mystery.

Everyone relies on Ah Jiu because his kung fu is really not bad.

Ah Jiu flicked his long sleeves, shook off three pieces of bamboo, and stood on the table. The bamboo slice is about three inches long and one inch wide, and the edge is finely chopped off, even sharper than fine iron. It seems that since this morning, Ah Jiu has been grinding bamboo slices in the room, and only half a tael of residues is left in a green bamboo.

No one has ever talked about Ah Jiu's past, because his mouth is very strict, and every time he wants to talk something, he digs it out.

Sixteen stood by the lampstand, he hadn't deliberately looked at Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu had already swept him with the peripheral light of his eyes. This man is so perceptive, even though his eyes are often squinting, giving the impression that he will never wake up. Sixteen and Ah Jiu do not have much intersection, I just remember last year's small summer, Ah Jiu lay in the Buddha hall to rest, he seemed to be really sleepy, but there was a song insect on the Buddha statue kept calling, A Jiu sleeve in the cold light flashed, the song insect stopped calling. Sixteen felt curious, and when he looked over, he found that Ah Jiu did not kill, but a piece of bamboo cut off the elytra of the songworm. Without wings to vibrate, it is difficult for insects to make sounds. But the Buddha statue is less than 30 meters away from the place where Ah Jiu rests.

Ah Jiu is a monk who makes secret weapons, and there are no false hairs.

He was only about four years older than ******, and he must have his own reasons for living in a deserted place like the Qingfo Temple.

Sixteen walked towards him, "Senior Brother Ah Jiu, I am afraid that a demon will enter the temple tonight, and you will definitely protect us." ”

Ah Jiu lazily replied, "Hmm." He rested his legs on the table, and the stack of bamboo pieces was tucked back into his sleeve, as if he had fallen asleep. "Sixteen, this guy isn't a good guy at first glance. ”

"Shhh ”

"Senior brother, what are you talking to yourself?"

Jing'er was stuffed back into the placket by Sixteen, and Sixteen whispered: "It's nothing." ”

"Hmm......" Ah Jiu seemed to fall asleep again.

Having such a senior brother really reassured Sixteen, he guessed that Ah Jiu was a lone ranger walking the rivers and lakes before, the so-called sinister rivers and lakes, as long as he walked for a long time and lived for a long time, he became the same as Ah Jiu.

Sixteen still prefers Ah Lu.

Although Ah Lu started late, he is the first in age, and he has the appearance that a senior brother should have, calm and silent. Sometimes he is more mysterious than Ah Jiu, and sometimes he is very reassuring, like his weapon. That heavy Xuantie giant sword, I heard that Ah Lu was from outside the Guan, there was only a war that lasted for ten years, and he must have survived in such a harsh environment, his ability was definitely not small, not to mention that he still walked to the Qingfo Temple with one person and one sword.

I heard that he was dying when he came to the Qing Buddha Temple. No part of his body was intact, and after medicinal baths and treatments, he barely survived. Seventy percent of his body was wrapped in bandages, and he refused to let go of the sword in his hand throughout the treatment.

Later, he did not leave the Qingfo Temple, even if he did not make a move, it was the most powerful force.

He doesn't wield a sword because of an invincible loneliness. I remember that there was a wild bear in the temple, and Ah Lu walked up and slapped him twice, so that the bear fled in a hurry. Because of the aura emanating from the giant sword behind him, the pitch-black giant sword, the inauspicious giant sword.

But those who are familiar with Ah Lu will be attracted to him, perhaps he was once a mercenary who killed and survived, but now he is willing to meditate religiously every day, and when some butterflies land on his shoulders, he will patiently wait for the butterflies to leave, and watch them dance.

For a warrior with blood on his hands, the temple was like giving him a second life.

Sixteen has no intention of spying on other people's pasts, but he can always see through the essence of people, inexplicably accurate.

The wind was howling at night, the lights in the room were not extinguished, the brothers and sisters slept crookedly, and Sixteen stayed up sleepy and didn't fall asleep, but saw Ah Jiu's eyes move. He suddenly opened his eyes widely, and he, who often squinted his eyes, suddenly surprised people that those eyes were so big and bright.

Sixteen: "What's wrong?"

"There's movement. Ah Jiu narrowed his eyes again, "It's not the sound of the wind, it's like the sound of a behemoth crossing the woods, and the branches and leaves of the trees are broken one after another......"

"Jingle bell, jingle bell......" The brass bell sounded, and this fragile sound did not wake up many people. Ah Jiu and Sixteen quietly walked out of the wing, and suddenly heard a terrible wail in front of the temple, and when they arrived, they saw Ah Lu Hengjian in front. Ah Lu is a monk without a gradient, his hair is a little greasy, perhaps from a long fight for life and death, and he is tired of being stained with blood. He was dressed in jet-black armor and wore a helmet full of cracks on his head, as if he was too lazy to repair it, and could no longer withstand any heavy blows. Under the armor was covered with white bandages, from the face to the hands, there was not a trace of intact.

The most impressive thing was his sword.

The edge of the nine-foot giant sword was full of large and small dents, and now the blade was stained with blood, and it was a ball of fluorescent blue blood.

The blood was still dripping downward, and as soon as it entered the dirt, it suddenly became dull and gradually evaporated.

Ah Jiu said: "How can Senior Brother be here?" It can be seen that Ah Lu is the person Ah Jiu admires more, and his tone is more spiritual.

Ah Lu said: "Come out for a walk." ”

His voice was hoarse, and the bandages on his lips shook as he spoke. Obviously, Ah Lu had another purpose, he actually did not protect the abbot, but meditated directly at the temple gate.

Sixteen asked, "Senior brother, have you seen what that monster looks like?"

Ah Lu said: "I have more than three feet to pick up, and I move quickly, but I don't see what it looks like." He walked towards the outside of the temple......

Ah Jiu shouted to him, "The enemy is dark and I am clear, but it is safer in the temple." ”

"I don't care what it is. Sixteen single-handedly shook off the blood stains attached to the blade, "If it can bleed, it will surely be killed." ”

"Hush. Ah Jiu was about to follow, but the abbot suddenly paced out, "The temple still needs someone to protect it, Ah Jiu, you stay, let Sixteen go." ”

Sixteen asked rhetorically, "Me?"

The abbot said: "Yes, yes, this demon is difficult to deal with, although your senior brother Ah Lu entered the temple before the force is very high, but also afraid of being harmed by the demon, you go this time, not to capture the demon, but to ask for the critical moment to let Ah Lu Mo chase and fight." ”

Ah Jiu squinted his eyes and stood at the gate of the temple, and Sixteen chased after Ah Lu.

It was easy for him to catch up with Ah Lu, surrounded by deep forests and lush leaves, and the pitch-black stream rushed by, even the slightest bird's cry was terrifying. Sixteen finally caught up with Ah Lu, Ah Lu didn't walk fast, but the pace was very steady, every time he walked by, he would leave heavy footprints on the rotten leaves, Sixteen judged according to the depth of his footprints, and suddenly gasped. He weighed 100 pounds, and his footprints were about half an inch, and the senior brother stepped on a deep pit, about six inches, so wouldn't he weigh 600 catties? The senior brother was about seven feet tall and had solid muscles, and it was not an exaggeration to count the weight of the armor of 200 catties, and that terrible sword was at least 400 catties.

No one wants to be rubbed by such a heavy piece of iron.