In the palace of the Yan Empire, Yan Daolin stood in front of a portrait for a long time and did not make a sound!

"Yin'er, what do you think I should do? I've been ashamed of their sister and brother all these years. In my position, I sometimes had to do things I didn't want to do. Did you really fall on the Absolute Cloud Cliff back then, why have I been dreaming of you all these years!" Yan Daolin said as he looked at the woman who was ninety percent similar to Yan Feiyin on the portrait.

"Eh, Fei Yin and the night sky must have hated me to the bone now, I hope they can have a good time after escaping this time, and with that Emperor Lingchen and that blue-haired man here, I can rest assured." When I'm done with what I'm going to do, I'll send all your killers to hell, and that day won't be too far away!"

Yan Daolin looked at the woman in the portrait with a deep longing, and when he turned around, the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by a cold glow!

Late at night is the home of many nocturnal creatures, and the call of the cicada makes the silent night less deep and quiet!

"Master, where are we going?" the little monk asked the old Taoist priest in front of him on a secluded path deep in the forest.

"Go and worship the Buddha. In order to be quiet!" The old Taoist priest said in a rare and serious manner!

"Worship the Buddha, aren't you a Taoist, why do you still believe in the principles of Buddhism?" the little monk asked puzzled.

"Hehe, all the ways and all the laws have their similarities, the Buddha and the Tao just go farther in different places, the Tao is natural, the Buddha talks about the next life, the next life of the Buddha, and the nature of the Tao is not what should it be?"

"Oh, then master, you don't have to look for any Buddha!"

"Oh?"

"I'm a Buddha, just worship me!" the little monk patted his chest and said with a smug face.

Bang, bang, it was still a familiar formula, it was still a familiar strength, and two big bags instantly appeared on the little monk's bald head. The pain made the little monk tearful!

"Eh, it's finally up to me. The old Taoist priest who was sitting on the ground said breathlessly.

"Master!"

"Hmm, what's the matter?"

"Is the worship of Buddha you are talking about coming to this place where birds don't?" Looking at the tattered temple that was about to go out of business, the little monk looked at the old Taoist priest with a suspicious expression.

"That's right, not only can you worship the Buddha here, but you can also visit the Buddhist monuments by the way, why not!"

"Eh~" The little monk had a black line on his face, and he wanted to say that the old monk again, but after touching the two bags on his head that had not yet dissipated, he gave up this plan!

After resting for a while, the old Taoist priest stood up and entered the broken temple with the little monk.

Perhaps because no one lived in it all year round, the temple was crawling with spider silk everywhere, a few rays of moonlight on the tattered roof made it look less dim, and there were dusty seats that had fallen to the ground, and a golden Buddha in the middle was covered with a layer of dust, and the incense burner in front of it was inserted with a few unburned incense sticks. The little monk looked up at the place curiously.

"Oops. The little monk screamed in pain, rubbed his head on the ground, and looked back behind him.

"Mom, there are dead people. The little monk was so frightened that he suddenly shrank down to the table dedicated to the Buddha, and shivered.

"Well~ There is still breath, not dead, look at your timid appearance. The old Taoist priest put his hand on Di Lingchen's nose and felt it, and then said to the little monk.

"Oh. ”

The little monk got out of under the table, looked at Di Lingchen carefully, and after confirming that Di Lingchen was still breathing, he sat on the ground and exhaled a little.

"Hmm~ Master, he is not dead after such a serious injury, and his wounds are slowly healing, it is incredible. It's just that his body is too heavy. ”

"Eh, it's no wonder that I used that forbidden technique a few times and three times. If he is allowed to recover like this, he will still not say anything when he wakes up. ”

"Oh, master, what should I do, do I want to ......," said the little monk, wiping his hand to his neck.

"What are you thinking?" the old Taoist priest knocked on the little monk's head with his hand, "You have to remember that you are a monk, and a monk should be compassionate. ”

"It's not that I want to be a monk. The little monk muttered on the side.

"What do you say. ”

"No, didn't say anything, hehe. ”

After checking around Emperor Lingchen a few times, the old Taoist priest had a somewhat solemn face, and stood up from time to time to walk around the temple, muttering something from time to time.

"Hey, you're the only one who can save this guy now. The old Taoist priest said earnestly to the little monk.

"How can I save him?"

"Didn't you say that you are a Buddha, and the purifying power of the evil Buddha is the best. ”

"Hey, but I don't know any Dharma, I've been following you all the time, what kind of Dharma is there?"

"Who do you say is being cheated on, you little bald ass. Saying that, the old Taoist priest was another ruthless slap imprinted on the little monk's head.

Finally couldn't help it, the little monk burst into tears, that look was really sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who saw it.

"How can a manly man cry easily. ”

"It's just that it's not sad yet, wow~~"

"Okay, I'll teach you some Dharma, and I won't beat you in the future. Good job!"

"Really?" the little monk sniffed.

"Really, wait a minute, sit down in front of the Buddha statue and I'll teach you how to do it. ”

With that, the little monk climbed to the foot of the Buddha statue and sat down cross-legged. The six-character mantra of Om, Ma, Well, Horn, Mi, and Buddha came out of the mouth of the old Taoist. The little monk sat on the Buddha statue and followed the old monk to read.

"Eh, it's not me, it's Om, I speak with a little brain, and don't read the order backwards, I'm really angry with the old man. The old Taoist priest looked at the little monk with a look of hatred. Seeing that the little monk was about to shed tears again, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to slowly lower his tone.

"Don't panic, you think about your favorite food, and try it slowly. ”

"Hmm. ”

After that, the little monk closed his eyes again, and his mind imagined that he had eaten the best food, white-flour steamed buns! and that he secretly drank the wine in the old Taoist priest's wine gourd while the old Taoist priest was away. Thinking of the soft chewiness and intoxicating fragrance, the corners of the little monk's mouth hooked up a slightly disgusting smile.

The six-character mantra of the little monk slowly became smooth in the mouth of the little monk, and the Buddha statue behind him seemed to come to life and exuded a thousand golden lights, and the little monk sat there at this time with a solemn expression, like a living Buddha.

The golden Buddha light continued to surge towards Emperor Lingchen's body. At this time, the golden Buddha light entered Di Lingchen's body, and the evil qi emanating from his body competed for control of Di Lingchen's body.

Slowly, the golden Buddha light occupied half of Emperor Lingchen's body, far away from the evil qi. Seeing this, the old Taoist priest poured the wine in the wine gourd into the middle of the two qi to separate them, and the two qi slowly rotated along the wine, and finally formed a Tai Chi-like appearance.

"Wow, master, you usually don't touch the wine gourd for me, but now you have poured all the wine to him, how can you be so partial. The little monk who woke up said indignantly.

"It's better to be an outsider than to your own apprentice, he shouldn't be your own, right?"

"Eh, master, didn't you say you wouldn't beat me. How can you talk doesn't count. ”

"I'm not a monk, why should I talk nonsense, stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

The old Taoist priest looked at the wine gourd that was already empty, sighed and walked down the mountain, the little monk glanced at Di Lingchen lying on the ground, turned around and chased after the old Taoist priest.