It's February 2 again, the day when the dragon raises its head.

Shengjing City Nanguan, Great Mercy and Grace Temple.

Crowded.

People are here to pray for blessings, from the fifteenth day of the first month to the second day of February, and then put on incense, ask for an auspicious year, the year is over, and the rest is to pray for the gods to bless the year with smooth sailing and peace.

After the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there are very few people in the courtyards behind.

Inside the Guanyin Palace, several people were offering incense, and there were more than a dozen black-clothed people guarding outside.

Zhuoma Yangjin carried Duo'er on her back, and was about to bypass the Guanyin Hall to go to the back of the Jizo King Bodhisattva Hall to make incense, and when she got up in the morning, she and Duo'er said that they would go to this great temple of mercy and grace to give the dead mother a time.

Although Duo'er is young, she also knows that her mother is no longer in this world.

No one can be fully relieved from the suffering of the world.

Especially when your loved ones are no longer there, you can only place your trust in the Buddha country and bring a thought and mood, but this method is helpless.

"Guanyin Niangniang is also a child Niangniang, as long as my sister is sincere, when the time comes, I will give birth to a Bei Le Ye, which is our blessing."

A woman in the Guanyin Hall said.

"Bumu Butai still understands me, Hai Lanzhu, you can incense quickly."

A man with an extremely wide back and a brocade robe handed a bouquet of incense to Hai Lanzhu's hand.

Hai Lanzhu hesitated for a moment before taking the beam of incense that had been lit, bowing a few times and inserting it on the incense burner.

Suddenly, a sneer burst out, and a black shadow in the air rushed towards the brocade-clothed man like lightning.

At this time, Hai Lanzhu had already turned around to look outside, with a peerless and graceful face, and her eyes were still resentful.

Zhuoma Yangjin was startled and hurriedly hid to the side.

"Master is going to kill again."

Duo'er on her back was talking, as if she was used to it, and she didn't look scared.

The brocade-clothed man was gone, and two figures jumped out of the Guanyin Hall and rushed towards the comer.

As soon as the three of them fought, they separated.

"Nalan Fox father and son, even if you dare to stand in my way."

In the Guanyin Palace, Bumu Butai held Hai Lanzhu and looked outside in horror.

Nalan Qianyu's iron fan had already broken into pieces of iron and fell in front of the Guanyin Palace, and the person also fell under the steps.

Nalan Fox's face was gray, and the pipe in his hand seemed to be crooked.

The man's face was still black, and as he walked forward, more than a dozen black-clothed men surrounded him at this time.

"The misunderstanding between Lord Sibel and you, but you have never listened to our explanation, hey!"

Nalan Fox sighed and finished speaking, and the pipe in his hand suddenly shot out.

The man made a move, Nalan Fox Tengteng took two steps back, and his body shook a few times before he stood firm, and the dozen or so big men who surrounded him stood there motionless.

Zhuoma Yangjin saw it in his eyes and knew that Master Duo'er's skills were already above his father, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy.

The man was still walking forward, and at this time, an old man suddenly walked out of the Guanyin Temple, and the old man turned out to be a Han man.

The old man pushed away the Nalan fox and stood in front of the Guanyin Palace.

The man was stunned for a moment, and had already stopped.

"Senior brother! Go back, when are the grievances and grievances, the actions of the fourth Belle Lord back then were also unintentional, listen to me. ”

After the old man finished speaking, the man roared, and then let out a long roar, and the man had already jumped into the air and went to the apse.

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Zhuoma Yangjin hurriedly picked up Duo'er, quietly bypassed the Guanyin Temple, and walked to the back.

Kneeling in front of the seated statue of King Jizo Bodhisattva, Dolma Yangjin's mood slowly calmed down.

Remembering the scene when she was a child, her mother took her and her sister Zhenzhen to the pasture below the mountain to buy milk and dried meat, Zhuoma couldn't help but cry like rain, and slowly cried out of her voice.

Duo'er knelt beside her and cried loudly.

The suffering of the world, the king of the earth and the Bodhisattva know a few points, the world, all living beings, the Bodhisattva has all kinds of means, and he can't save them one by one!

Dolma and Duo'er cried for a while, and they were tired from kneeling there.

"Let's go back, your master is also in a hurry."

Zhuoma picked up Duo'er, remembering the thrilling scene just now, and she was still terrified.

"Dolma! Daddy is here, and I'll take you home. ”

A familiar, friendly voice can calm your mood.

Outside the main hall, Yang Kunlun was dressed in white, condensed like a mountain, standing there.

"Daddy! My daughter has worried you, you still don't care about me, he is extremely skilled in martial arts, and he will not let people go without divine clothes and flying armor. ”

Dolma carried Duo'er on his back, still standing in front of the seated statue of King Jizo Bodhisattva and did not move.

"Nurhachi's 100,000 iron horses, Yang Kunlun didn't pay attention to them, no matter how high his means are, I will come to seek justice, and I will bring back my daughter."

After Yang Kunlun finished speaking, he looked around, under the winter sun, the four palaces looked even more magnificent, where was the figure of Master Duo'er.

"Let's go, kid!"

Yang Kunlun said again, Zhuoma Yangjin still didn't move, she knew that as long as she took half a step, that person would make a move, and her father would be in danger.

"Where's the Flying Armor?"

Said in a cold voice.

All at once the air seemed to freeze.

Zhuoma Yangjin's face was pale, and Duo'er on her back was holding her hand tightly with her small hands, both hands were cold.

"I don't know, even if I do, I won't tell you that the Divine Clothes Flying Armor is a relic of the teacher, and you have no right to have him.

In this world, you have to be fair in everything, bully the weak, kidnap a weak woman, what kind of hero are you. ”

After Yang Kunlun finished speaking, his hands had already been pushed upward.

"I'm not a hero, I only have god clothes and flying armor in my eyes, and nothing else has anything to do with me."

The sound of air waves rumbled, shaking the Buddha statues in the main hall, and Zhuoma Yangjin hurriedly ran out with Duo'er on his back.

Another strong wind struck, and Zhuoma Yangjin was unsteady on his feet and was pushed behind a stone pillar in front of the main hall.

At this time, when he looked down again, Daddy had already taken a few steps back, and the man floated in mid-air, slapping down one palm at a time.

There was also one more person in the venue, but it was Chu Liufeng dressed in gray and dusty.

"How many roads did he drive, to save me."

Dolma Yangjin's eyes moistened a little.

Chu Liufeng stood on the other side, his sword facing the sky, stabbing a sword from time to time, but the person still kept retreating, and suddenly turned around and saw Zhuoma behind the stone pillar, Chu Liufeng's eyes were warm and gratifying.

Zhuoma Yangjin was surprised and delighted, and he was even more worried, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Duo'er on her back cried.

"Master! You don't want to fight anymore, they are all my sister's relatives, if you continue to fight, I will ignore you anymore. ”

Duo'er's tears rained down and fell on Zhuoma Yangjin's neck, the tears were still hot, and Zhuoma Yangjin's heart was also hot.

"Duo'er doesn't cry, Duo'er doesn't cry."

Zhuoma still grabbed Duo'er's little hand tightly, comforting her and comforting herself.