Yan Yu's eyes were still staring at the place where Shen Qingyi was, as a monk at the peak of the Yuan Infant, how could he not feel the spatial fluctuations in that place when the Holy Son made a move just now.

He is on par with this Holy Son, which is easy to say, but the monk who does not dare to show his face hiding in the shadows is something he will never allow to exist.

After all, he especially disliked him fighting desperately in front of him, and there were monks hiding behind him to pick up the bargain.

Miao Shun, who was hunched by Shen Qingyi, exploded all the hairs on his body.

The Buddha cultivator just glanced at the place where Shen Qingyi was hiding, and his eyes fell on the Meteorite Monk who was a little bit of a lake.

"This benefactor of the Meteorite Realm, you are all in unison now, so I still advise you to take care of your own side of the matter first. Otherwise, I believe we won't need to do it at all......"

The weapon that shrouded the monk's body swung, and some kind of poisonous snake-like gaze wandered over the Buddha and Shen Qingyi.

"I don't know, when will the Holy Son of Buddhism, who has always been pure-hearted and have few desires in the Pankong Realm, take care of these things, and the person hiding behind you is not your disciple of Buddhism...... Or maybe it's your ...... Looks good? ”

"Boom!"

The Buddha beads flew out, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded, bringing up an afterimage, and hitting straight towards the people in the mist.

I saw a hand stretched out from the depths of the mist, and the energy on the arm flashed, and it collided with the Buddha beads, and there was a strong collision explosion.

After the two of them struck, they didn't strike again, but they didn't look at each other very friendly.

It was still the monk of the Meteorite Realm who snorted coldly, picked up a few blood-footed insect cultivators lying on the ground and left.

Buddha Xiu didn't stop him, and only after they were far away did he continue to look at the place where Shen Qingyi was hiding.

"Come out."

The dust crushed the Buddha beads, and the wind blew the hat on his head.

Shen Qingyi was not hiding this time, holding the talisman in her hand, and when there was only one danger, she crushed the talisman and then fled.

The surrounding formations fluctuated, and with a wave of waves, the formation opened, which also allowed Luochen to see Shen Qingyi.

It's just that when he saw Shen Qingyi's face, Luochen's heart couldn't help jumping.

His hand chanting the Buddha beads couldn't help but pause.

"Shen Qing of the Pankong Realm has seen the Holy Son of the Demon Temple."

"Shen ...... Shen Qingyi? ”

Luochen was slightly stunned again when he heard this name.

But he soon reacted again.

"Master Garan of the Demon Temple sat down...... Lay disciples, falling into the dust. ”

The words of the falling dust made Shen Qingyi a little puzzled.

How could that holy son of the Fumo Temple be a lay disciple of Master Jialan?

Shen Qingyi really didn't know about this matter, and there were very few monks in the immortal cultivation world who knew that Luochen was a lay disciple of the Fumo Temple.

Generally speaking, some Buddhist sects, especially the masters, do not accept lay disciples.

And today's dust is still the holy son of the Buddha of the Fumo Temple?

Luochen naturally saw what Shen Qingyi was puzzled about, and performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"Amitabha, the master once said that I have excellent cultivation talent, and if I become a disciple of Buddhism in Buddhism, I will definitely understand the Buddhist scriptures. It's just that I hit...... There is no orthodox relationship with the Buddha, and the fate of the two cannot be forced, so the master and the uncles discussed letting me be the layman disciple of the master. ”

The first lay disciple of Master Garan of Fumo Temple, but also his only disciple.

For so many years, Luochen has been studying in the temple all the year round, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has gradually integrated into the life of Buddhism.

It stands to reason that he wouldn't tell outsiders about these things, and it used to be like this, so there were very few monks in the immortal cultivation world who knew about it.

But this nun in front of her ......

The brows under the dust gauze hat couldn't help frowning slightly.

Could it be because she has a strange fire in her, and he has the lotus of the pure world?

Yan Yu's eyes were still staring at the place where Shen Qingyi was, as a monk at the peak of the Yuan Infant, how could he not feel the spatial fluctuations in that place when the Holy Son made a move just now.

He is on par with this Holy Son, which is easy to say, but the monk who does not dare to show his face hiding in the shadows is something he will never allow to exist.

After all, he especially disliked him fighting desperately in front of him, and there were monks hiding behind him to pick up the bargain.

Miao Shun, who was hunched by Shen Qingyi, exploded all the hairs on his body.

The Buddha cultivator just glanced at the place where Shen Qingyi was hiding, and his eyes fell on the Meteorite Monk who was a little bit of a lake.

"This benefactor of the Meteorite Realm, you are all in unison now, so I still advise you to take care of your own side of the matter first. Otherwise, I believe we won't need to do it at all......"

The weapon that shrouded the monk's body swung, and some kind of poisonous snake-like gaze wandered over the Buddha and Shen Qingyi.

"I don't know, when will the Holy Son of Buddhism, who has always been pure-hearted and have few desires in the Pankong Realm, take care of these things, and the person hiding behind you is not your disciple of Buddhism...... Or maybe it's your ...... Looks good? ”

"Boom!"

The Buddha beads flew out, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded, bringing up an afterimage, and hitting straight towards the people in the mist.

I saw a hand stretched out from the depths of the mist, and the energy on the arm flashed, and it collided with the Buddha beads, and there was a strong collision explosion.

After the two of them struck, they didn't strike again, but they didn't look at each other very friendly.

It was still the monk of the Meteorite Realm who snorted coldly, picked up a few blood-footed insect cultivators lying on the ground and left.

Buddha Xiu didn't stop him, and only after they were far away did he continue to look at the place where Shen Qingyi was hiding.

"Come out."

The dust crushed the Buddha beads, and the wind blew the hat on his head.

Shen Qingyi was not hiding this time, holding the talisman in her hand, and when there was only one danger, she crushed the talisman and then fled.

The surrounding formations fluctuated, and with a wave of waves, the formation opened, which also allowed Luochen to see Shen Qingyi.

It's just that when he saw Shen Qingyi's face, Luochen's heart couldn't help jumping.

His hand chanting the Buddha beads couldn't help but pause.

"Shen Qing of the Pankong Realm has seen the Holy Son of the Demon Temple."

"Shen ...... Shen Qingyi? ”

Luochen was slightly stunned again when he heard this name.

But he soon reacted again.

"Master Garan of the Demon Temple sat down...... Lay disciples, falling into the dust. ”

The words of the falling dust made Shen Qingyi a little puzzled.

How could that holy son of the Fumo Temple be a lay disciple of Master Jialan?

Shen Qingyi really didn't know about this matter, and there were very few monks in the immortal cultivation world who knew that Luochen was a lay disciple of the Fumo Temple.

Generally speaking, some Buddhist sects, especially the masters, do not accept lay disciples.

And today's dust is still the holy son of the Buddha of the Fumo Temple?

Luochen naturally saw what Shen Qingyi was puzzled about, and performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"Amitabha, the master once said that I have excellent cultivation talent, and if I become a disciple of Buddhism in Buddhism, I will definitely understand the Buddhist scriptures. It's just that I hit...... There is no orthodox relationship with the Buddha, and the fate of the two cannot be forced, so the master and the uncles discussed letting me be the layman disciple of the master. ”