Chapter 8: The Old Monk with a Shining Sword
But in just a short moment, Wu Bilian's face and neck were scratched one after another.
Some of the scars were rolled up and bloody, and they looked shocking.
However, Wu Bilian didn't feel pain.
This little pain in the flesh, how can those insects be terrible!
One after another! Dense! Still tumbling and squirming!
Wu Bilian was about to be frightened crazy by the horrific picture, her hands kept scratching, and her mouth was even more hoarse, shouting that there were insects biting her.
The woman in purple finally realized that something was wrong.
The second lady is like this, it is obvious that she has fallen into a plot!
And just now, only the fourth young lady of the Bai family and the second young lady of their family have fought each other!
As for Junlan, the woman in purple didn't take her into account at all, and glared at Bai Xue angrily: "You dare to poison my young lady!" Hand over the antidote, or I'll blame me for being rude to you!" ”
Bai Yukimi was also confused by the situation in front of him.
She frowned, looked away from Wu Bilian who seemed to be crazy, and responded to the woman in purple in a cold voice: "It's not me. Then he raised his hand to block Jun Lan's eyes, "Don't look." Will have nightmares. ”
Junlan: "......"
It's all this time, and Miss Bai Si is still worried that it will scare her!
This Miss Bai Si is not only beautiful and sassy, but also a kind angel!
Seeing that the woman in purple was about to draw her sword in anger, Jun Lan hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute! I know why Miss Wu Er is crazy! ”
The buzz all around abruptly stopped.
Except for Wu Bilian, who was still going crazy, Bai Xuejian, the woman in purple, and the onlookers all looked at Junlan in shock.
She knows?
How would she know!
What can a little ragged beggar know!
No one believed Junlan's words.
Bai Xue frowned, and said to Jun Lan in a soft voice: "This matter has nothing to do with you, nor did I do it, you don't have to take responsibility for me." ”
actually thought that Junlan was going to carry the black pot for her.
The woman in purple sneered at Junlan with disdain: "You little beggar, where did you get the ability to hurt my young lady!" ”
Even the onlookers had the same thoughts as the woman in purple.
A girl dressed in tatters, thin as a weed, I'm afraid she doesn't even know what her cultivation is, how can she hurt the second lady of the Wu family.
Seeing that no one believed what he said, Jun Lan had to reiterate: "It's true, I really know the reason." ”
It's too late to temporarily dispense the antidote, but she can use her ability to help that Miss Wu Er dissolve the phantom poison!
In short, it can't affect the beautiful and kind-hearted Miss Bai Si!
Jun Lan opened the placket of his clothes and pulled out the small stone left by the original hostess from his neck:
"This is my mother...... Ahem, this is the life protection stone that my mother asked for me before her death, my mother said, although she went to heaven, but her soul will always live in this stone to bless me, if anyone dares to bully me, she will make anyone feel bad. ”
“……”
The surroundings were quiet again.
Everyone looked at Junlan with the same gaze as a monster.
Bai Xuejian pulled down her hand holding the small stone, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Girl, your ghost story is too perfunctory." ”
The woman in purple wanted to kick her away.
Even such absurd words as ghost blessings can be pulled out...... When they are all fools!
Seeing that everyone still didn't believe it, Junlan couldn't help but feel distressed, thinking that she might just roll up her sleeves and start working directly.
At this moment, a strong Buddha horn suddenly sounded above Jun Lan's head, and she subconsciously looked up at the sky, and saw another person descending from the sky.
This time it was a bald monk with a large white beard, and the lotus platform under his feet was shining with golden light, which could dazzle people's eyes.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "It's someone from the Guiyuan Sect!" ”
With this exclamation, the woman in purple who was still aggressively forcing Bai Xuejian to hand over the antidote in the last second hurriedly put away her long sword and respectfully saluted the old monk: "Master Xuanyi." ”
Bai Xue also returned the sword to the sheath and stepped forward to salute respectfully.
The onlookers folded their hands together, all of them sincerely hated to kneel and bow, and then burn three sticks of incense.
Jun Lan looked at everyone's reactions, thinking to himself that this Master Xuanyi seemed to be a highly famous monk.
However, the appearance of the enlightened monk at this time is not a good thing for her.
The ghost of the original owner is blessed or something, it's all nonsense she pulled out, and it's a cover for her to use her ability to help Miss Wu Er suppress the phantom poison.
Her little trick is okay to fool the people, but it's definitely not okay to fool the old monk.
The other party's reputation is so high, she can be debunked with a word.
Just as she was feeling uneasy, Master Xuanyi had already stood in front of her.
"This little donor, please listen to the old man's advice: people and ghosts have different paths, don't stay for a long time. The old man came today, and I would like to help Ling Tzu ascend to bliss as soon as possible, Amitabha-"
The old monk looked compassionate and persuaded him bitterly.
Junlan, who was still frowning and thinking about what to do: "......"
I thought it was an enemy army, but I didn't expect it to be a teammate!
Don't think she didn't see the old monk winking at her!
Jun Lan was stunned.
The crowd was also in an uproar.
And Wu Bilian, who heard this, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, fell directly at Junlan's feet, hugged her legs and cried.
"Girl, I was wrong, I shouldn't have robbed your cat, I shouldn't have bullied you...... I beg you, let your mother go! ”
Guiyuan Sect is a holy place for Buddha cultivation, and Master Xuanyi of Guiyuan Sect is a famous Buddha cultivator, who dares not to believe his words!
At this time, Wu Bilian's face was scratched, and her exposed skin was full of blood, and her whole person was disheveled, not to mention Zhong Lingyuxiu, who was pampered by the big family, was embarrassed and even called Huazi on the street.
Jun Lan swallowed his saliva and looked at the bald old monk.
The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name with compassion on his face: "Amitabha." ”
With this Buddha horn, the old monk sat down cross-legged, and the lotus platform under his buttocks was instantly golden.
The next moment, the unique Sanskrit sound slowly floated out, like a breeze blowing to the surrounding people, and the people hurriedly bowed sincerely, closed their eyes, and bathed in the Sanskrit sound.
This is Master Xuanyi's Sanskrit sound, and when you hear it, you earn it!
Only Jun Lan's heart was surging, she looked around at the black and oppressive head around her, guessing that the old monk was probably afraid that she would not be able to use her hands and feet, so she deliberately chanted the scriptures, so as to blindfold everyone's eyes.
What a good teammate who thinks about things in detail.
I just don't know where I got into the eyes of this master Xuanyi, so that he worked so hard to help himself.
couldn't figure it out for a while, so Junlan simply threw it away and stopped thinking about it.
She clenched the small stone in her hand, chanted words in her mouth, and pretended to persuade her mother to leave, while secretly using her ability to help Miss Wu Er dissolve the phantom poison on her body.