In the snowy forest, the trunks of the trees that have lost their leaves cannot hold the heavy snow, and the snow falls in a torrent and smashes into the soft snow underground.

A young man dressed in white stood on a treetop, his posture lithe. The hem of the white robe rose in the wind, and he didn't care about pinching a corner and stuffing it into his waist, holding a free and unrestrained youthful spirit.

"Bald monk, haven't you been tired of chasing me for so long? actually went to provoke my sister, I'm afraid you don't want to live. ”

The young man crossed his waist with one hand, and his long hair was tied at the top of his head and tied into a high ponytail. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are shining, occasionally revealing a bit of demonic energy.

He was empty-handed, and he didn't have a blade on his body, but he just put his hands around his chest and made a hanging appearance, as if he was quite disdainful of the monk in front of him.

Opposite the young man, on the city wall about 30 zhang away, a bald monk wearing monk's clothes stood on the wall holding Buddhist beads. The monk's robe danced violently in the wind, and he held the Buddha in one hand, standing still.

"Amitabha, today you are going to die, and your sister is going to die too. Only by killing can we cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"Little fox demon, you better tie up your hands."

The young man in white pursed his mouth, cleared his throat, and scolded in a straight voice: "I! ”

At first glance, this monk seems to be suitable for people in Buddhism, but in fact, it is a dog skin plaster. He fought with him at the gate of the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves in Budongshan, and they were all injured. After the fire, he wanted to recuperate in the ruins of the same place for a while, waiting for his sister to come back to him.

At that moment, this haunting monk came out again, chasing all the way to the southeast and refusing to give up.

"Monk Dog, you stole my sister's medicinal herbs, and you want to trick her into coming out of your trap alone. She's going to the city to save people, do you still have any compassion! ”

The boy cursed unceremoniously and kicked heavily on the trunk of the tree with his feet. The trunk of the tree snapped in response and rushed towards the monk with great force.

"Amitabha."

The monk recited the Buddha's name again, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of power shining with golden light was shocked.

"Boom!"

The two forces slammed together, and the thick trunk of the tree instantly split apart, turning into countless fragments and falling to the ground with a clatter, sinking into the snow.

"The poor monk's law is called to stop killing, which is intended to kill and stop killing. The two of you walking in the world and disturbing the order with your spiritual power are already sinful and should be killed! ”

The young man's peach blossom eyes seemed to ignite a scorching fire, and he gritted his teeth, "You are the one who should be killed!" If you want to move my sister, just rely on your ability to talk about a dream, do you know who she is? ”

The monk's eyes moved, "Who?" ”

"She's not ...... Yes! ”

Before he finished speaking, the branch under the feet of the young man in white suddenly broke, and it broke all with a click. The arrogant tsundere boy screamed and fell on all fours!

The young man was furious, and when he fell halfway down, he flipped in the air, and his white clothes flew and landed steadily.

"What the hell! What uninteresting thing is plotting against me? ”

The sun shone through the branches on the snow, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, and only bits and pieces of snow fell from the branches. It was quiet, and there was no human figure in sight.

"What's going on, is it really that I didn't stand still?" The boy touched his chin and muttered to himself.

The monk standing on the wall let out a cold snort, and the Buddha beads in his hand instantly became golden!

"Little fox demon, quickly tie your hands and arrest it!"

The young man in white tilted his head and looked at him obliquely, his long braid drew a big arc behind him, "Demon monk, you are so murderous, does the Buddha know?" ”

His body jumped sharply, and the white figure in the air changed instantly. Seven or eight phantoms scattered in all directions, some bowed down and landed on the trunks of trees, some fluttered on the snow, some staggered with one foot on the tip of the treetops, and even the whole person was suspended in mid-air.

The phantoms all smiled evilly, staring at the monk defiantly.

The golden light flashed, and many phantoms suddenly dissipated, and the young man's body was gone.

The monk flew down from the high wall, looked out of the woods, and only had time to see a long fluffy white tail, the back of which was running wildly in the snow and disappeared in a flash.

"Demon, escape!"

The monk's eyes burst with cold light, and he raised his feet to catch up. However, he did not move, and a pale blue figure blocked his way.

The powerful spiritual power smashed down on the head, and the monk was caught off guard, and hurriedly pinched out dozens of fingers to resist, and his body also retreated fiercely, bringing up a snow mist.

The monk narrowed his eyes, his gaze condensed, "Are you...... Where is sacred? ”

He paused when he blurted out a question, the person who came was dressed plainly, exuding a faint fairy aura around him, but there was an indescribable layer of ghost intent lingering.

"You're a ghost?"

Jiang Simo's face did not change, and he was still as cold as frost. The snowflakes that the wind had blown through the treetops fell and rested on his shoulders, not melting.

"Stop killing, your grudge with the demon world has nothing to do with me, but you really shouldn't do things for him."

The monk's pupils shrank, "Who are you, and why do you know this?" ”

"The monk is supposed to serve the Buddha, but the person you follow is a traitor who has fled from the ghost realm. Do you think that if this seat had killed you today, would the Buddha have blamed me? ”

Jiang Simo walked steadily, stepping on the snow without a trace, no one would know that he had been here.

"You're the Ghost Realm Divine Monarch? Impossible, that person can't take half a step out of the ghost world, how can you walk freely in the human world? The monk's mind spun rapidly, and his body did not dare to retreat, for fear that his body would move and reveal a moment of emptiness, and he would be killed by the master on the opposite side.

Counting nine cold winters, a drop of cold sweat flowed down from his sideburns and disappeared into the neckline of the monk's robe.