The door of the Buddha hall was rudely kicked open, Mu Jiu looked at Xiahou Jin who was carried like a chicken, and then looked at Mu Lian, who was unconscious, this combination is interesting.

The door of the Buddhist hall was closed, and only Xiahou Jin, Mu Lianxin and Xiao Junshu came in, and it was obvious that Xiao Junshu's subordinates were ready to protect them here.

"Ah, little Mu Jiu, it turns out that you are here." When Xiahou Jin saw Mu Jiu sitting there, she instantly came to her senses, and quickly got up and walked over: "Hurry up, will you bandage it, prick it for me, otherwise I don't want to die young when I bleed too much." ”

Just as Xiahou Jin was speaking, a smear of blood spilled on the door of the Buddha hall, and it was so dazzling in the night.

Mu Jiu felt that Mingguang was breaking through the acupoint, and hurriedly raised his hand to untie it, he was not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the side room, but as a monk, he could not sit back and watch the Buddha Hall stained with blood and ignore it.

Untied Mingguang's acupoint, and said angrily: "If you want to go, you can go, and I won't collect your body if you die." ”

A monk who doesn't kill stops a group of killers who kill like hemp, heh, can't do it enough.

Mu Jiu directly cut a strip of cloth from Xiahou Jian's clothes and tied the wound for him, and when he raised his hand, his hand was covered with black blood: "The sword is poisonous." ”

Xiahou Jin pulled her face in pain: "People in the cult are poisonous even in their hair, and it's not strange that their swords are poisonous. ”

Mu Jiu looked at his face, Xiahou Jin grinned, looking very stupid.

"......" didn't really want to deal with this six princes, but ......

A pill was stuffed into his mouth, and the sixth prince swallowed it at once, and said in a frightened voice: "What did you give me?" ”

"Poison."

Mu Jiu opened the door and went out, and Xiahou Jin looked at Xiao Junshu: "Are you okay?" ”

Xiao Junshu stood in the shadow by the door, motionless as if he was a door god, but the ever-worsening smell of blood on his body clearly showed that he was not lightly injured.

didn't get Xiao Junshu's answer, Xiahou Jin looked outside, and as far as the eye could see, the sword light and sword shadow, and the blood shadow were bloody.

The people of the cult don't care whether this is a Buddhist sect or not, they are ready to come again with a wave of poisonous arrows, and the rain of arrows in the sky also brings firelight, as if they want to burn the people here alive, and seeing that the rain of arrows is about to fall, suddenly a Sanskrit sound falls from the sky.

"Amitabha."

A circle of golden qi rippled in all directions, and the rain of arrows that should have fallen was stagnant in the air for a moment, and the next moment it suddenly reversed in the direction of the time when it came and went, and it directly shattered the bows in the hands of several archers in the shadows.

The robe-covered master fell on the roof of the Buddha hall: "Amitabha, grievances and grievances are settled, these two donors should not be killed, why should you disturb the purity of the Buddha's door, indiscriminately kill evil, and disperse." ”

Master Liyuan's words were very slow, but every word seemed to contain a strong internal force and Buddhism, and every word was pressed in my heart.

The golden breath is released from the inside, which is clearly the realm of refinement, this is the real master.

The killer stopped attacking, and after a moment's pause, all of them retreated.

Xiahou Jin slid directly to the ground, wiped her sweat, and rejoiced for the rest of her life: "It would be nice if Master Yuan had made a move earlier." ”

Xiao Junshu didn't pay attention to him, waved his hand, and the south wind at the door immediately understood, and did not chase it, but beckoned someone to quickly drag the corpse on the ground away, and the blood was also sucked away with a cloth.

Master Liyuan saw it, closed his eyes slightly, these grievances and grievances are not something he can temper with his sentence of 'my Buddha is compassionate' or 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground', he doesn't want to care, but he can't manage it, even if many people regard him as a holy monk, but he never thinks that he can become a Buddha.

Master Liyuan landed slowly and looked at the corpse on the ground with compassion: "Amitabha." ”

Mu Jiu looked at Mingguang, who had already meditated and began to recite the mantra of the past life, and sighed lightly, the stubborn little monk was not cute.

The matter seemed to have come to an end, Mu Jiu was about to leave with Xiao Qingyu, but he was blocked by someone.

Mu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency has something?" ”

Xiao Junshu's face was slightly bloodless, but he still stood like a pine bamboo, his cold face, a pair of obsidian-like eyes staring at her like nails, Mu Jiu thought he wanted to hit her, but in the end, he didn't say a word, turned around and saluted Master Yuan, and then left.

Mu Jiu looked at the place where he walked, mottled all over the place, and it looked like he was not lightly injured.

Mu Jiu and Xiao Qingyu worked together to send Mu Lianxin back, and they wanted to go back to where they lived, but they met Master Yuan in the middle of the road.

"Amitabha."

Mu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Old monk, are you going to save people again?" ”

Master Guan Er: "Xiaoyou's intuition is quite accurate, when Lao Qu was traveling, he had received a favor from the Marquis of Dingbei, and now that he was injured and poisoned, he gave him a pill." ”

Mu Jiu's medical skills are average, but she is particularly interested in medicine, and the pills that pass through her hands are all rare elixir refining, especially those given to Master Yuan, almost all of them are rare treasures, but unfortunately they are not used on him, and they are all used to save people.

Mu Jiu waved his hand helplessly and turned to leave, anyway, the medicine was for him, and what he did with it was his business.

Master Liyuan looked at Mu Jiu's back and walked away, smiling slightly, he had traveled all over the world and seen all kinds of people, good and bad, evil and good, everywhere, but Mu Jiu alone was his most special and concerning.

has a fateful character destined for bloody rain, but it is a rare soul of perfection.

In the eyes of the Buddha, all living beings are equal, but he is just a monk, and he has a little selfishness in the end, the medicine she made, he rescued the victims for her, and thousands of merits came from her, hoping to alleviate some disasters for her in the future.