The smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn touch. His arms rested on his knees, and he quietly hung the wine gourd around his waist.

The old monk smiled shyly and folded his hands again to salute the old man.

"The donor thinks that even if the two of you leave the mountains safely, how can you hide your breath when you go to the rivers and lakes outside? There is only one old monk in this mountain wilderness, but what about the outside world. ”

Old man Yu was silent, just staring at the old monk with his eyes.

Seeing that the old monk didn't answer, the monk's robe in his left hand waved, and the bright moon in the sky above his head was obscured by black clouds for a moment, and the continuous rain really fell from the sky.

The old monk really waited for it, and in the rain, he waved softly to the room where Liu Wenchuan was.

"Since this little benefactor is guilty of his crimes, and the poor monk encounters it is fate, I can't watch the little benefactor suffer because of this. Amitabha..."

In the room, Liu Wenchuan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly trembled. The golden light flowed all over his body, but his face showed a look of pain.

Under the call of the old monk outside the door, there seemed to be some kind of breath that was about to be stripped from his body. The blue light that originally covered his dragon qi shattered in response.

Liu Wenchuan frowned in pain at the beginning, and at the end, his body trembled violently, and even his hands and feet spasmed, and his soul was suffering endless tearing pain.

The golden light all over the body was dazzling, illuminating the whole room. The whole person floated away from the wooden bed under him with the golden light.

His expression was hideous, and there was a fierce aura between his eyebrows, as if in the deepest part of his soul, there was some fierce guy about to be awakened.

"Whew!"

The figure of the old man finally disappeared from the threshold, and his body pressed against the ground to attack the old monk.

There was a loud bang, and his fist full of true qi condensed smashed into the old monk's abdomen.

But the old monk did not move, and the old man was shocked and flew back, and his body was deeply embedded in the wall.

The rain above his head was like a sharp knife, and every drop that fell on his body left a fine bloody gash on his skin.

The sky outside the small temple is still clear.

Only in this small temple, there is blood and rain!

Seeing that there was already a trace of golden aura in Liu Wenchuan's room being pulled out, Old Man Yu's face was full of anger and unwillingness.

Damn, he hasn't even walked out of the mountain, is he going to be planted in this small ruined temple?

"Huh!"

With his roar, the clothes on his upper body shattered, and the black-gold lines on the old man's seemingly thin skin were like a stream of fresh water.

There is an unknown tattoo on his chest that looks like a tiger, but has two horns on his head. As the dark golden lines on his skin flowed, the tiger with two feet opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

When the raindrops fell on the old man again, they couldn't easily cut through his skin.

The black-gold lines flowed, and the eyes of the strange beast on the chest were fierce, staring at the old monk tightly, as if they would rush out of the old man's chest at any time.

The mind moves but the body does not move, the form moves but the fist does not move. Qi moves at will, and the mind follows the shape.

The old man's arms were outward, his body leaned forward, his arms and tiger body were shocked, and the true qi flowed and gathered.

The figures of the old man rushed out from all directions at this moment, and the vague figure carried the fist intent different from that of the old man, and at the same time attacked the old monk's face, and it was the tiger with two feet who was facing the old monk's door.

The old monk had one hand on his chest, one hand still stretched out to Liu Wenchuan's room, and looked at the old man with a smile.

The shabby monk's robe stirred with the oncoming wind, but when those powerful fist intent bombarded his body, it was blocked by a wall of water formed by the rain in front of him.

In the end, the ferocious tiger slammed into the old monk's door.

But the old monk was still unmoved, and the shield condensed by a faint light like ice blocked the momentum, and then the tiger's body exploded.

The old man's body choked back, the blood flowed backwards, and he spurted out in one gulp, his face pale.

"Raccoon? It's a pity that it has its form but not its power. I don't have any intention of hurting you, besides, if you take this hot potato, you two will be safer after you go down the mountain..."

The old monk looked compassionate, and his words were full of consideration for the old man and Liu Wenchuan.

Attaining the Tao and saving people from suffering.

"Fuck your mother's fart, read a few scriptures, and really think you're a monk?"

With angry invective, a seal fell from the black clouds in the dark sky.

The rainy black clouds whined, and the muffled thunder that had been brewing for a long time failed to be released, and it was shattered by the square seal.

The ground under the feet of the old monk in the courtyard cracked, and the surrounding land sank instantly, he looked at the sky with horror in his eyes, and had to give up the summoning of the dragon qi on Liu Wenchuan's body, and raised his hands to resist the square seal pressed from above.

However, it was only a photo, and his body had to sweep backwards at the moment when he was about to kneel.

Boom!

The position where the old monk was just now was directly smashed out of a bottomless pit.

The dust and smoke were everywhere, and the old monk's face was shocked.

In the sky, a thin old Taoist priest squinted, his rosacea nose spewed heat and fell, glaring angrily at the old monk under the eaves!

Old man Yu was finally relieved when he saw someone coming. He sat down on the ground, took off the wine gourd at his waist with trembling hands, and poured a large sip of wine viciously.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be..."

"It's you old turtle. has lived for thousands of years, and he still doesn't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes. I was lazy to take care of you at sea that day, and I was embarrassed, didn't I? ”

The old Taoist priest was scolded, and walked towards the old monk with his feet crossed.

The old monk in the temple is not really a monk who has taken refuge in the temple, but is just a thousand-year-old turtle who likes to chant and chant Buddha.

It is said that the thousand-year-old king * eight, the thousand-year-old turtle. The old turtle has practiced for thousands of years, crossed himself with Buddhist scriptures, and boasted that Buddhism is not inferior to Buddhist saints.

Walking in this world, the turtle shell on the body can hide the heavens from being found by the saints. If you practice the Dharma for yourself, you should not be the evil demon who kills innocents indiscriminately and harms one party.

Now that he appeared here, he naturally came with that wisp of residual dragon qi.

"A demon is a demon, even if it is only one step away from becoming a divine beast, even if the Dharma is profound, it still can't get rid of its nature. Amitabha Buddha was the fault of the poor monks, and he actually moved the idea of greed and hatred. ”

The old Taoist priest sneered, but the seal in his hand was never put away, "Even if you are still a little self-aware, with your identity dangling in this world, what will be the consequences of my words, do you know in your heart?" ”

"Please also ask the Taoist Chief's subordinates to be merciful." The old monk lost his temper at this time, and saluted the old Taoist priest again with his hands folded.

In the face of such a big demon, the genus of divine beasts. The old Taoist priest was not easy in his heart, but fortunately, this guy thinks very highly of himself, and he will not fight with himself to break the net, so that there is room for maneuver.

As soon as his mind moved, the old Taoist priest gave birth to a bold idea.

Learn the way the old monk covered the breath of heaven and earth before, and enveloped the two of them.

Old man Yu sat on the ground and poured a large sip of wine, and finally recovered a little.

Just now, it was really nine deaths and one life hanging by a thread, damn it, in the words of an iron rod: "This is really a suicide in a pit, it stinks and is disgusting." ”

Death is death, if the fuck dies on his own turf, it will be a wreck.

He looked up at the old Taoist priest's lips moving slightly, as if he was saying something to the old monk.

After a while, I saw the old monk's eyes drift to Liu Wenchuan's room again, his eyes widening in disbelief. Then he saluted the old Taoist priest with his hands together, and then took out an object from his sleeve and handed it to the old Taoist priest.

He turned around and saluted to the room where Liu Wenchuan was, turned around and stepped out, and his figure disappeared into the night.

Old man Yu leaned against the wall, and his hanging heart finally let go.

The old Taoist priest withdrew from the ban, turned around and hated the iron but not steel, which made the old man feel uncomfortable. I thought that if I had your ability and used you to reconcile, I would have skinned that big demon with cramps a long time ago.

"I've lived a lot of years, and I've lived all over the dogs?" The old Taoist priest scolded mercilessly.

Old man Yu pursed his lips, and when he first came to his lips, he didn't refute half a sentence.

Glancing up at the night sky, he was sure that the old turtle had really left. Only then did the old Taoist priest let go of the things in his hand, a thin leaf with a dark green texture on it, thick and calm, although it looked like a green leaf falling in the wind, it was actually extremely tough.

Fingers pinched the scales left by the old turtle, groped for a while, and made sure that there was nothing mysterious inside, so he flipped his wrist and shot the scales into Liu Wenchuan's room.

In the room, Liu Wenchuan, who had just calmed down his breath, shivered again. The jade plaque on his chest flickered, and the faint green light covered his body, as if a layer of armor had been plated on his skin, covering all the golden light.

Soon the light faded, and the rich dragon qi in the room also returned to his body with Liu Wenchuan's breathing.

This time, Old Man Yu finally opened his eyes and looked at the scene just now in disbelief. Now he finally knew the true origin of the terrifying demon just now.

Good guy, the old Taoist priest is really not an ordinary ability, even the big demon who can't catch the qi machine of the three saints has been leveled, and he has also made a scale?

Old man Yu just wanted to open his mouth to ask, to determine what he thought in his heart.

The old Taoist priest raised his hand to stop him, "Don't ask, don't think about it." That's it for the day, when it didn't happen. I can assure you that on the road ahead, unless something goes wrong on our side, you will never have a problem. Let's go! ”

didn't give the old man a chance to speak, and the old Taoist priest went directly into the sky after speaking. Leaving the old man in shock, he also had the happiness of the rest of his life after today's catastrophe, and the complaints in his heart just now were also swept away.

The old turtle who didn't know how many thousand years of life should be the one who is called the demon saint by the demon clan today, Zenna.

Those who speak of meditation are named according to the body, and their body of meditation is silent and has the purpose of deliberation, so it is called meditation. Stillness is determination, consideration is wisdom, and the wonderful body of wisdom equality is said to be Zena.