It's silent. Zou Zhi walked in the moonlight, and a green coat rune appeared, like a firefly colliding with fire, exploding a fine and brilliant fireworks.

Behind him, a man in a black robe strolled forward, half of his face covered by a wide hood, and only pale lips could be seen.

He said lazily: "You still have this body to do, why don't I also teach you the art of snatching up the rotten Ke spectrum, and you can find a new body."

Zou Zhi tilted his head slightly, and his whole face exposed to the moonlight was abnormally white, bleeding from his seven orifices—as if he was about to die. No, it's the dead.

"Don't be so stingy." Zou Zhi said lightly, "Chongjue will really kill you."

"He's killed me twice." The man sneered, "The bastard with his elbow turned out, he should die in the Infernal Prison with Shu Xuanlin, why did you risk saving him?"

Zou Zhi reprimanded: "After being imprisoned for so many years, haven't you cured your gibberish mouth?"

The man was about to sneer at each other, when a Buddha Yin came from the steps and slapped the man backwards with a bang. Zou Zhi hurriedly helped him so that he didn't let people roll down the mountain steps.

The man didn't seem to be used to this body, and after staggering to his feet, he said angrily, "Wen Jingyu!"

At the top of the mountain steps, Chongjue wore a plain white robe and draped loosely on his shoulders, the moonlight reflected the lotus pattern of the robe as if it was alive, and his cold facial features had lost his ordinary compassion and Zen, staring at the two of them condescendingly, and his eyebrows were full of treacherous smiles.

"Your mouth seems to be really holding back too hard, and you have to find someone to smoke it before you want to stop."

Qi Fu Yin tore off the black robe that covered his face in disgust, the facial features that belonged to Qi Fu Zhao were gentle, but the amber eyes were like beasts.

"Eight thousand feet underground, in the ruins of the Infernal Prison, such an excellent place, it's a pity that you didn't bury your bones."

Chongjue smiled, slowly trolling around his loose robes, with an unprecedented strange smile on his compassionate face: "It is indeed a good place, the clansmen involved by you have all given birth to demon hearts and only know how to kill, thanks to their evil thoughts, I can condense my real body."

Begging Yin was stunned, his eyes were scarlet, and he said, "You killed them?!"

"Nope." The red marks between Chongjue's eyebrows were almost oozing hideous blood, and the shadows of a few eyelashes at the end of his eyes fell on the side of his face, like a cold knife, he lowered his voice and chuckled, "I put the three poisons and five desires of their death into my heart,

Let their evil thoughts become one with me...... This is not called 'killing,' but I am only giving them eternal life with me. "

Begging for a moment. Zou Zhi was also stunned. Chongjue's evil thoughts more than ten years ago...... It's not so deep.

The pupils of the begging Yin Amber eyes turned red, and the unprecedented killing intent made his bones stand on end, and he trembled with anger: "You, how dare you ......!"

Chongjue seemed to regard the pain of others as nourishment to be absorbed, and laughed with interest: "You should be grateful to Su Xuanlin." Beggar Yin looked at him.

Chongjue slowly walked down the stairs, walked to the steps in front of Qi Fu Yin, stared at Qi Fu Yin's amber eyes, and said slowly: "If he hadn't dragged my evil thoughts into the Infernal Prison, your people would still be carefree and kill each other in the Infernal Prison."

The killing intent of the beggar suddenly rose to the peak: "Wen Jingyu! You!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zou Zhi immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Ah Yin!"

Qi Fu Yin's eyes were fierce, but there was a flash of water on the pupils of his eyes, and he said coldly: "They are just implicated by me, innocent ......"

Chongjue lazily interrupted him: "...... So I used the Buddha seal to transcend and help them to liberate, and you should thank me. "

There was already a smell of blood in Qi Fu Yin's throat, and his lips were as pale as paper: "You ......" has always been sharp and sharp, and the person who has never finished talking about it was so angry that Chongjue couldn't say a word for a long time, only knowing that "you" kept talking.

"Good."

Chongjue pinched the broken Buddha beads with only four left, hooked the rope and flicked it lightly on the face of Qi Fuyin, and his posture casually carried the contempt and humiliation of the superiors.

He smiled and opened his lips, his voice soft and soft. "Let me hear the word 'eye' again in the future, and I will cross you to the Yellow Springs Hell and reunite with your people."

Qi Fu Yin stiffened, and watched Chongjue turn around and leave slowly. Four beeswax beads rolled down among the cascading dead leaves, like two pairs of strange eyes.

**big

Su Hansheng rolled a few times on the bed in a groggy voice, and suddenly reached out to cover his eyes, always feeling as if he had been stabbed by something, and immediately woke up in pain.

Could it be that the rotten Kepu is not dead yet, and he has come back to steal his eyes again?

He got up with a loud voice, and called the companion tree to bring the mirror with sleepy eyes. It's just that my mind moved for a while, and the companion tree didn't even see a bark.

Su Hansheng opened his eyes in confusion and looked left and right, only to find that he was sleeping in the fasting house of the Buddha Hall in the back mountain.

r/> Chongjue's territory, even if Rotten Kepu is not dead, he doesn't dare to take the initiative to send it to the door for one eye to find death. Su Hansheng covered his left eye and tested that his right eye could still see, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The morning bell rang. Su Hansheng hurriedly got up to change clothes and wash up to go to class, but as soon as his bare toes landed, his eyes were attracted by a red shadow.

Bent his right leg, he opened his dirty clothes in confusion and looked down, but saw a strange red mark on the ankle of his right leg inexplicably. Look...... Like tooth marks?

Su Hansheng was startled by this strange thought, and quickly shook his head to shake out the dirty thoughts. How could there be a tooth mark on the ankle bone, and this was still in the dormitory of the World Venerable.

"Eighty percent of them are insect bites." Su Hansheng stretched out his hand and rubbed the little red marks that were almost oozing blood, and he successfully persuaded himself, "Uncle, this dormitory has not been inhabited for 800 years, and it is understandable to come in and get some insects. "

Su Hansheng no longer cared, put on his clothes and ran to the Buddha Hall.

Chongjue didn't know if he hadn't slept or got up early, he was sitting on the futon in the Buddhist hall cooking tea at this time, and a few pastries were placed on the small table on the side, and he didn't know where he found them.

Su Han ran forward, Xu was bolder than Chongjue's connivance yesterday, and he sat opposite Chongjue without saluting, and said with a smile: "Good morning, uncle."

Chongjue said lightly: "Yesterday's Buddhist scriptures haven't been copied yet, so come here again at three o'clock and continue to copy them."

Su Hansheng nodded, took the pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was only after gnawing half of the piece that he seemed to react, and wondered: "How does my uncle know that I won't finish class until three o'clock?"

The course of the school is different every day, sometimes in the evening, sometimes only until noon, this afternoon

There were only two classes, and it happened to be three o'clock on time.

Chongjue lowered his eyes and handed over the tea: Zou Zhi told me.

Su Hansheng didn't quite understand what the deputy head of the court was doing with him, but he didn't ask much, he couldn't help scratching his itchy ankle while nibbling on the pastry, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Chongjue said: "What?"

Su Hansheng muttered, "There are insects in the dormitory, and they bite my ankles so painful and itchy."

Chongjue poured the tea, and his eyes showed a gentle smile. Where is the bitten, I'll see.

Su Hansheng held a piece of pastry in his mouth, and showed him the hem of his shirt and exposed his ankles with a big grin: "Here." Chongjue said: Still oozing blood? I seem

Su Hansheng poked his head and looked at it, but it didn't hurt very much.

Chongjue shook his head helplessly, took out the medicinal wine from the storage ring, and held the slender ankle of Su Hansheng and placed it on his lap, looking like he was going to rub the medicine for him personally.

The cold sound of dim sum almost squirted out, and hurriedly said: "No, cough, poof, don't bother uncle! It's just a small injury, and it can be gone away after half a day.

Chongjue's fingers violently clasped the slender ankle, forcibly restraining the movement of Su Hansheng to run away.

Su Hansheng's ankle was pinched painfully, and he couldn't help but take a breath: Hiss......... Uncle?

Chongjue instantly let go of the hand that almost pinched the red mark on the ankle inch by inch, maintaining a loose but not escaping strength, calm and desireless.

Don't mess around.

Su Hansheng also realized that he had reacted too much, and scolded himself for being dirty in his heart. It's just a medicine, and it's not like in the previous life, when you were tossed around with your ankles. Be calm and steady.

Su Hansheng pretended to be calm, straightened his back and took a sip of tea. It's very good and natural - if it weren't for the fact that his paws trembled and spilled half a cup of tea, he would definitely be calm enough to impress Chongjue.

Chongjue wiped the medicinal wine on the "wound" of Su Hansheng's ankle, his fingers were like jade, and he gently pushed the medicinal wine away little by little.

I don't know if I'm too dirty, or if it's really true, I always feel that this scene seems to be too warm.

However, he rarely received love and favor from the elder since he was a child, biting his fingers and looking at Chongjue, thinking that other people's elders would be so meticulous?

That's weird.

The medicine on the ankle seemed to have been rubbed open, and a burst of heat entered the flesh and blood, making the few red marks even more bright red, Chongjue's jade-like fingers were intentionally or unintentionally still spinning slightly around the ankle bone, and the slightly drooping eyelashes covered the pupils of Mo Qing's eyes, and he couldn't see his expression.

Shu Hansheng shook his feet: Uncle, it's already fine, it doesn't hurt anymore.

In the place where the cold sound could not be seen, Chongjue Moqing's pupils seemed to be brewing waves, staring directly at the ankle bone of the cold sound. It's just that he raised his head slightly, and his eyes were as cold as the snow on the top of Mount Meru, as if they were covered with a layer of mist that people couldn't guess.

After Su Hansheng glanced at him, he lowered his head like a thief, and said with chagrin in his heart: "I'm not a disciple, just take a look, why are you so weak-hearted?"

Chongjue finally let go of his hand, lowered his eyes and wiped the medicinal wine on his fingers, and pinched the Buddha beads on the side and gently plucked them. Today he changed the string of Buddha beads, only

It's a slight flick that doesn't leave a trace and drops debris.

Thank you, uncle. Shu Hansheng put on his shoes and socks, and hurriedly said, I'm going to be late, I'll go to class first. Chongjue smiled lightly: Okay.

When the cold sounded, he ran out.

It's just that before he ran out of the Buddhist hall, he suddenly slapped the whole person directly on the translucent enchantment that suddenly appeared, and almost hit his head and broke the bloodstream, but fortunately he blocked it with his hand at the last moment.

Su Hansheng patted in confusion, and found that it was the enchantment of the Buddha Hall, and turned around and said casually: Uncle, the enchantment is still open.

Chongjue, who was sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist hall, had no Buddha beads in his hand, only a rope fell on the tiger's mouth, and he almost used all his self-control to barely resist the urge to trap people here.

A stream of spiritual power floated out of the Buddha hall and gently opened the barrier.

Only then did he run down the mountain with the book in his arms.

Rumble. The Buddhist hall is already in ruins, small cases, screens, and all the furnishings have been reduced to debris and landed.

Chongjue sat in the center dressed in white, holding his aching eyebrows with his hands, trying to control the violent anger in his body.

Evil thoughts have been tyrannical and cruel and murderous in Infernal Prison for many years, and when they first return to the world, it is difficult to suppress their inner instincts for control and destruction.

Chongjue had a splitting headache, and the red marks on his eyebrows slowly dripped a drop of blood. Finally, he could no longer tolerate the cold sound leaving his sight again, Huo Ran got up and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the Buddha hall.

The enchantment of the Buddha Hall did not disappear, but expanded and spread inch by inch, directly enveloping the Great Wendao Palace.

**big

The sound of the cold hurried slowly, and finally stepped on the last bell to reach Shangshan Xuezhai. Early in the morning, all the students were wilting and the atmosphere was sluggish.

Only Yuan Qian, who got up early in the morning to grab the pastry and grabbed the blood, was full of energy, he smiled and stuffed a piece of pastry into Su Hansheng's mouth, and said: Shaojun, the mountain chief said that the two classes in the afternoon would not be held.

Su Hansheng wondered: Why?

Isn't it good not to go to class, and ask what is the reason? Yuan Qian said, "Yesterday we went to play in the New Year's Fang City, the autumn festival is coming, there are a lot of good things on the ink fetus Zhai, do you want to go over and have a look?" By the way, I called Beggar Zhao too.

Su Hansheng shook his head solemnly, and turned the book in the right color: "I can't play anymore and lose my mind......"

Wu Baili on the side said quietly: "It is said that the ink tire has entered two three thousand years

The vine of the sacred tree, the one with the highest price will get it. ”

"I'll go after class." Su Hansheng immediately closed the book and said sincerely, "I want to snatch the sacred tree vine for Baili and revive the majesty of the 'Hundred Shots and Hundred Shots Marksman'.

"You'd better be." Wu Baili glanced at him, hesitated for a moment and asked, How many spirit stones do you have in your hands now? If it's not enough, a few of them can buy the next one.

Su Hansheng shook his pants, rummaged in them for a long time, and took out a handful of spirit stones casually. These?

Wu Baili looked at the dozen broken spirit stones on the table, and was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help the yin and yang weirdness. Shaojun should put away these 'huge sums of money' first, otherwise I'm worried that someone will open their eyes to money and kill people and rob money.

Chill: ......