Frightened, the ghost looked around the temple and found that the temple was so quiet that you could hear the sound of water dripping into the pond. The spring breeze blew slowly, the green grass shook his body, but the monk in front of him was very, very quiet, as if he had no breath.

This is an ancient temple, called Qingfeng. There is only one monk in the temple, whose name is Daoshan.

With such a powerful skill, he actually nested alone in this desolate and dilapidated temple. What the hell is this bald donkey? I have to be careful. The ghost looked at Daoshan with anger and fell into meditation.

Suddenly, the ghost smelled the smell of blood, looked carefully at the ground, and saw that there were some uncondensed drops of blood, and thought to himself, this is clearly not long left. So he went crazy and seemed to have found the right truth.

"Bald donkey, do you see blood on the ground, someone has come? No, I've got to go in and have a look. In fact, the ghost was terrified in his heart, but he still pretended to be indifferent and shouted arrogantly at Daoshan.

But Daoshan was not surprised when the mountain collapsed, his hand gently poured hot water into the cup containing the tea leaves, the fragrance of the tea was elegant, he picked it up, smelled it, and then took a sip, showing a pleasant smile.

The ghost felt that this was an invisible contempt, and for a moment he was annoyed and angry, the anger in his eyes had already risen, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and he scolded, "Bastard!"

Just finished speaking. "Bald donkey, look at the palm!" the ghost jumped over and shouted, ready to slap Dao Shan's head hard. However, Daoshan sat there quietly like an immovable stone sculpture with his eyes closed, as if listening to the sound of the wind moving the lotus leaves.

Suddenly, the lotus pond water on both sides of Daoshan splashed a huge splash, and two black lights flashed behind Daoshan, followed by two palms in the black light, and the black aura instantly pierced the two thick arms of the ghost.

"Ahhhhh......h

At this time, the flesh and blood from his wound spurted out, and his hands were covered with blood, and it seemed that the meridians were broken. Blood soaked the sleeves of his black coat, and then dripped onto the clean bluestone slabs, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Daoshan didn't like it, and his face was a little gloomy.

Just as the ghost was about to fall, two black lights flashed behind him again, and the black lights turned into two tall men in black. The two of them grabbed the ghost's lute bone with their tiger-like hands, blood gushed out, and the ghost screamed in pain again, but his body could not move, and he passed out on the spot.

"Hah!" the two men in black threw the ghost out of the Qingfeng Temple at the same time. There was a loud bang, and the ghost was smashed into a bloody blur, which was unbearable.

Daoshan snorted softly and put down the teacup in his hand, and the tea in the teacup overflowed.

"Master Daoshan, the master told us to ask you to go back. The two black-clothed men knelt down suddenly, clenched their fists towards Daoshan, and said respectfully.

Daoshan was very quiet and quiet, and said lightly while brewing tea, "Buddhism is a quiet place. It's just not right for you to kill people here. Since you are not right first, then you will not blame the poor monks. ”

Daoshan gently put down the kettle, and instantly turned into a purple light that flashed behind the two black-clothed people. The two of them didn't notice it. Daoshan tapped the two of them in the middle of the back with his fingertips. Then, Daoshan flashed back to the place where he had been sitting.

"Ah!" the two of them found that their skills were lost, but their lives were still there, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, master, for not killing." ”

Daoshan was very bland, drank tea, and said calmly, "This is just a small punishment, go back." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" the two hurriedly helped each other and limped away.

The breeze caresses the couple, and the lotus fragrance is linked. Daoshan drank tea with a comfortable face. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed, and he seemed to remember something, and closed his eyes again.

Let's go back to the inner hall of the Seifuki Temple.

At this time, Lian Hongyu flew into a separate courtyard with Long Yang on his back.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard are delicious, the green bamboos are green, there are pleasant bird songs from time to time, and there is a fragrant fragrance from time to time.

There is a house in front of it, called Xiao Yaxuan. Even Long Yang, who was seriously injured on the back of Hongyu, broke in and found that there was no one inside, and it was very elegant and quiet, and the sandalwood fragrance in the air was refreshing, giving people a feeling of calm and condensation.

Lian Hongyu found a bed near the wooden window inside, and lay Long Yang flat on the bed. By this time, she was exhausted, and sweat moistened her hair.

Who the hell is he? He used his surname to protect those children. How could there be such a good person? She looked at Long Yang's pale face and the scars all over her body, and that wonderful feeling came to her again.

No, the injuries on his body were too severe, and he had to use True Qi to pour his Heavenly Spirit into it to make the blood flow all over his body. But this trick is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. Lian Hongyu thought.

Even Hongyu couldn't manage so much, and forcibly poured the spiritual power in her hand into Long Yang, who knows, a blue true qi in Long Yang's body rushed out like a fierce dragon, and suddenly her chest shook, the blood flowed backwards, and she fainted to the ground.

Suddenly, the door opened. Lian Hongyu vaguely heard someone walk in, the man took Lian Hongyu's hand, and then stuffed a pill into Lian Hongyu's mouth, the pill immediately dissolved, Lian Hongyu felt warm all over his body, and his blood and qi were much smoother.

"Ahh

I don't know when Lian Hongyu woke up from her dream, and she felt that her internal injuries were healed, and she was immediately refreshed.

"What about him?" Lian Hongyu was shocked when she saw only an empty bed, and her heart was full of unease. She noticed footprints on the open wooden window, and wondered, could it be that he had been taken away? Lian Hongyu, as light as a swallow, jumped out towards the window.

Even Hongyu searched the entire temple, but did not find Long Yang, and returned to the open space inside the temple gate in a hurry.

"Master, did you see the young man I carried in just now? Lian Hongyu's beautiful eyes were full of worry, and she asked hurriedly.

Do-sun didn't speak.

"Didn't you see others take him away?" asked Lian Hongyu anxiously.

Daoshan was still so quiet, gently picked up the cup and said, "Little girl, you don't have to look for it." There's no one you're looking for here. Let's get out of the way. ”

"No, I have to find him. Lian Hongyu held the Qingyu sword tightly and said categorically.

"Please tell me where he is. Lian Hongyu held the sword in his hand and said respectfully with his fists clenched.

"There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side. Girl, everything changes, let it be. ”

Be at ease with what happens...... These four words instantly lingered in Lian Hongyu's brain. Suddenly, her state of mind became very calm, and her body seemed to feel the sound of all things breathing.

"Hmm. I get it. Thank you, Master. Lian Hongyu saluted Daoshan and said with a smile.

"Sure enough, I was born with a wise root. A smile finally appeared on Daoshan's calm face.

"Master, there will be a period later. "Even the red jade sword flew away, and Dao Shanmu sent it.

The ancient temple was instantly calm, the wind was blowing, the green leaves were rolling, and there was a silent sound of landing.

"Why are you here?" said Dozen calmly.

The man was dressed in black and wore a mask on his head, with his back to Dao Seon, and his face could not be seen clearly. The man said solemnly, "He wants you to go back." ”

"Stop dreaming. Daoshan actually crushed the cup in his hand.

"Why can't you forget?"

"How did you tell me to forget everything that night!!, haven't you always buried it in your heart?"

"Anyway, he said he was waiting for your return at any time. Hello for yourself!"

After saying that, the masked man disappeared without a trace. There was a dead silence in the temple. Daoshan looked at the blue sky, and his eyes were so uncalm.

Speaking to a secluded and uninhabited place at the foot of Aomine Mountain.

The breeze was gusting, gently caressing an old pine tree hunched over. Under the tree is a hot spring pool with boiling white water and a hot steam. The pond is surrounded by a dense forest, and birds and beasts pass by from time to time.

There is a person immersed in the pool at this time, and he is Long Yang. I saw his body floating in the hot spring, his body shining with a faint blue light, and the light was a little cold.

The breeze blew again, and the water droplets on the pine needles slid down and just dripped on Long Yang's face, and a coolness entered his brain. He could faintly hear a dog barking nearby.

Who is it? Is it in a dream? Long Yang is blurred.

"Hey, Dabai! don't scream, don't scream!" the voice of a small child in the distance grew closer.

He was a little boy, about five or six years old, and his name was Lingxing.

His hair was messy, his face was dusty, his clothes were ragged, and he walked to the edge of the pool with a dry wooden stick with a roast chicken in his right hand, and then picked up a big white dog in his left hand, and said angrily to the big white dog, "Big white! Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, don't you see people healing? Look for death! Be careful that I roast you and eat you!"

Dabai seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter and immediately shut up.

"Uh-huh, big white good. Lingxing smiled and nodded.

"Hey, Lingxing, where's my roast chicken?" Before the voice fell, a golden light flashed in front of Lingxing.

An old monk flashed in the golden light. He was nearly ninety years old, bald and round-eyed, his thin face was covered with black ash, his gray beard was messy, his eyebrows were black on one side and white on the other, he was wearing a tattered blue monk's robe, and his feet were wearing a pair of straw sandals with exposed toes, which looked dirty.

"Give me back the roast chicken. The old monk stretched out his hand in front of Lingxing and said.

"Master, here you go!" Lingxing smiled and put a piece of something in the old monk's hand.

"What!bones?" The old monk saw that his apprentice's mouth was full of oil, and he glared angrily, blew his beard, threw the chicken bones to the ground, and said, "Give me the rest!"

"If you have the ability, come and get it, master. After Lingxing finished speaking, he instantly flashed onto the tree and flew away.

"Bunny, let me catch it, and see if I don't knock you on the skull." With that, he turned into a golden light and rushed away.

At this time, Lingxing quietly hid on a large branch and secretly smiled.

"Stinky boy, where are you hiding?" The old monk shook off the entire tree with one palm, and Lingxing fell down and shouted, "Oh! Master, you are really ruthless." ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Roast chicken ......" Before the old monk could finish speaking, Lingxing flew to the hot spring pool playfully.

The old monk was so angry that his head smoked, his sleeves waved lightly, and a golden light hit the roast chicken in Lingxing's hand, but what he didn't expect was that the roast chicken actually flew towards Longyang.

"Ahh Lingxing lay on the ground, his face covered with loess, and stood up again.

Suddenly, Lingxing pointed at Long Yang and said in astonishment, "Master! When the old monk flew in, he was also shocked.

I saw that the roast chicken was frozen into ice next to Long Yang's side, and it shattered with a bang. And Long Yang trembled, his whole body was full of blue light, and the hot spring water gradually became cold.

Lingxing touched the water and shouted, "Wow! It's so cold! What should I do, master?"

I thought the hot springs could shake his cold air. Why is the cold in his body a hundred times better than before? Could it be because of the stimulation of the hot springs? The old monk was also puzzled.

At this time, he seemed to have thought of a way, wiped his beard with his hand, and smiled.