As the mezzanine behind the white wall is artificially broken, a Buddha statue with a smile on the corner of the mouth comes into view.

His appearance is like a statue of the Buddha of the West Heaven, sitting on the lotus platform, his bald head is like a mound phase, the robe is half-covered to expose the chest, and he wears bracelets, armbands, Yingluo and other jewelry.

The top of the Buddha's head is covered by layers of black veil.

Sacrificial yellow paper everywhere.

Yan Jiu doesn't need to look at it.

I knew it was dirty.

She collapsed on the couch.

Yan Jiu looked at the cigar man with his arms: "The black cloth covers the scorching sun, and the dark place is sprinkled with yin paper, which is a belief that cannot see the light." I can't tell you that you're secretly playing a lot. ”

As soon as the words fell.

The cigar man, who had been in the law, suddenly raised his head.

The cigar man glared angrily in Yan Jiu's direction like a pagan, and he tried to make his words clear: "Mud Buddha! Lou that by God is to suck the heavens and have the system! ”

Yan Jiu held his head with his hands and lay lazily: "Except for the eighteen garans, the twenty heavens and the Brahmanism in the Western Heavens, I haven't heard of any Lou Na Reason. ”

The cigar man said, "That seems like you don't know." ”

Yan Jiu's gaze fluttered.

The arrogant cigar man immediately shrunk his neck.

Ma Wei said and looked at the cigar man: "This is the evil Buddha?" You didn't just serve the three clear bells...... How afraid you are of death. ”

The cigar man does not have a gas with the two.

The Prophet had told him that the god would only bless the pious disciples.

He just had to believe in himself.

Yan Jiu saw through the cigar man's thoughts: "You don't still think he can bless you, do you?" ”

The cigar man craned his neck and didn't speak.

He gazed enthusiastically at the Buddha statue not far away.

It seemed like it would give him infinite power.

Ma Weiwei walked to Yan Jiu's side: "Senior, my Taiyi faction is serving Taiyi Zhenren, what kind of magic do you say we want to find someone like us?" Is the moon old? Don't hide it from my predecessors, my family has been urging me to go on a blind date. ”

Yan Jiu looked at Ma Weiwei, who was moving in Hongluan.

She knew early on that Ma Weiwei and Liu Fei had red threads wrapped around them, but she couldn't point it through.

Yan Jiu only said: "Teach you a more spiritual incense method, go to the museum to find a Bodhisattva to worship." ”

Ma Weiwei clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded the palm of his left hand: "Because the Bodhisattva of the museum is not busy, is it?" ”

Yan Jiu looked at Ma Weiwei with an approving gaze: You are also a person who understands workload.

The horse scratched his head slightly and was shy.

Proud to keep up with Yan Jiu's brain circuit.

The corner of Lang Zongyi's mouth twitched: "......"

He turned his gaze to beneath the statue.

A hole has been carved out there.

Inside the cave were three white bones.

They are suppressed and cannot be born under the evil image.

Hideous bone claws facing the sky.

They prayed that they would never wither, but until their world was terminated by death, no one saved them.

In Yan Jiu's eyes.

What she saw were three white-clothed Yin Spirits.

They were suppressed by the evil statue, and they were affected by the golden light of the Sanqing Ling's scroll, and they couldn't escape an inch at all.

It's no wonder that they choose to go to the staff of their dreams, hoping to ask for help from the staff, and they want to counsel the staff, but they are doing it the wrong way.

Far from that, the status quo has not changed.

He also carried the evil obstacle of "harming others".

Yan Jiu suddenly unfolded the scroll: "Mr. Lang, which one will you choose between this painting and the three Yin Spirits?" ”

Lang Zongyi's deep voice: "You don't need to choose. ”

There is no opening of the eyes of the sky.

He couldn't see the ordinary Yin Spirit.

But he knew that the scroll was in the way of the reincarnation of the Yin spirit.

said.

Lang Zongyi urged his heart to fire.

Crying with the collapse of the cigar man.

He burned all the precious scrolls.

Lang Zongyi didn't tell Yan Jiu.

In order to suppress the rebellion of the bloodline beast, he needs the three clear bells to stabilize the spirit platform.

As a matter of fact.

Lang Zongyi because of physical reasons.

has long been ordered to withdraw from the front-line battle.

The reason why I came this time.

It was the gossip mirror that detected the breath of Sanqingling.

He guessed that this was not the complete Sanqingling, but he didn't expect that this would be a painting scroll with a more gentle protective power, a painting scroll that anyone could use.

Ma wanted to speak slightly: "The bureau is ......"

Lang Zongyi glanced at Ma Weiwei.

"Heh" stopped the other party's unfinished words.

Lang Zongyi knows it well.

There are some things that really don't need to be said to others, because that will only increase the troubles and turn the green silk into the troubled silk.

Yan Jiu didn't pay attention to the interaction between the two, and she cast a spell to release the Yin Spirit that had been imprisoned for many years.

Watch them break free from the shackles of hardship.

The three Yin Spirits bent over Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi, and walked towards the new life step by step.

Yan Jiu pursed his lips and was silent.

Look at the cigar man again.

System Panel: [Ding!]

Subject: Lou Na by the Cultist,

Remarks: Precise customer,

Mortality: 100%,

Time of Death: After the 1st regurgitation,

Hosts are advised to pay attention now! 】

System: [It's strange that the same Rosicrucian, why didn't he believe in the Asura King, but instead believed in that evil image?] One person serves two masters, he doesn't gag! 】

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

What else could it be.

Whether the Asura King is alive or not has to be said separately.

Lou Nayu should be a real person, and he must need the faith of the believers more than the Asura King.

Yan Jiu didn't want to remind the cigar man to gag this time, she smiled: "I haven't had a chance to ask Mr. Lang's full name." ”

Lang Zongyi said: "Lang Zongyi." ”

Yan Jiu nodded halfway, and his expression became inexplicably serious: "Which sect, which one?" ”

Lang Zongyi said truthfully: "The sect of the Qilin of the Beast Sect, the only one in the heart of the beloved son." ”

Hear the words.

Yan Jiu looked up sharply.

The smile on her face faded instantly.

His eyes were as vigilant as a little wolf cub.

Lang Zongyi didn't know why: "What?" ”

Yan Jiu's eyes widened, and he thought viciously in his heart: Forget about the color of the pupils and the image of my senior brother, how can you have the same name as my senior brother!?

Of course.

Yan Jiu didn't say this unreasonably.

She just put her phone down.

dispelled the idea of remarking Lang Zongyi's full name.

Yan Jiu looked like "she doesn't care", she felt that the word "Zong Yi" was only worthy of her senior brother!

Lang Zongyi was confused.

He just got a glare at him, right?

Is there something taboo about this name?

It shouldn't be.

His unobtrusive father had told him that "Zong" was based on the genealogy of his generation, and "Yi" meant that his father loved only his mother in this life.

It shouldn't be a taboo.

Lang Zongyi really couldn't figure it out.

He was just about to ask Yan Jiu.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiu turned around and left.

Before leaving.

Yan Jiu also kicked the cigar man.

Sprinkled all the gas on the cigar man.

Looked at.

Lang Zongyi raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Ma Weiwei suspiciously.

Ma shook his head slightly: "Bureau, don't look at me, I don't know why Senior Yan is angry!" ”

It was the first time she had seen Yan Jiu so angry.

It's so rare.

Ma shook his head in amazement.

They're just amazing.

It's easy to get angry with Yan seniors.

It's absolutely stunning!

Lang Zongyi didn't know that his image in the hearts of his subordinates was one level higher, and he looked at Yan Jiu's departing back faintly, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

This moment.

Yan Jiu's whole person seems to be alive, exuding the breath of the world, and he no longer rejects people.

Who influenced her?

Is that his name?

What does his name mean to Yan Jiu?

Unconscious.

Lang Zongyi was a little curious.

After all.

There are not many things that can affect Yan Jiu's emotions, and it is rare for him to know the reason.

(End of chapter)