In the distant clouds, the fairy Ye was complaining.

"What are you fooling up with? If you really kick the problem, wouldn't the Pavilion Master be doing a loss-making business?"

"Hehe, I'm not stupid, pay attention. The strange-looking beast laughed and said, "It's so happy!"

"yes......"

A certain real person surnamed Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was full of comfort: "The world is full of insight and cultivation, and the idea of understanding is the food!"

The strange beast flicked its tail: "You have the momentum of the sky." But it also cut off part of the cause and effect for him. It doesn't get in the way, does it?"

"Huh. A real person surnamed Ye flicked his fingers, the hole light pierced through the air, and the floating clouds scattered: "There is some weight, to him is a mountain, to me, it is a grain of dust!"

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The wind and rain hit the plantains, and there are scattered in it.

The thug departed.

Jiang Wang slowed down for a while before adjusting the chaotic Dogen back.

was beaten twice in a row by the old monk Kujue, and he hated it so much that his teeth itched.

The first time I was beaten, I wanted to relieve the old monk's resentment that he couldn't accept the disciples, so it was just that. But the resentment is a little too long. Why are you still beaten and beaten, and you are addicted to beating?

was beaten up every once in a while, how could he Jiang Wang see people, how could he hold his head high in front of his sister?

But really how to take revenge on Kujue...... He couldn't do it. After all, Ku Jue really saved his life, and he is an elder.

And he can't beat it......

"I can't complain about the purification. He finally gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to complain, blame your master!"

How Kujue beat him today, he will have to return it to Kujue's precious apprentice in the future. Let Kujue be anxious, let Kujue be angry, and let this yellow-faced old monk stare dryly.

“...... Never mind. ”

After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed, picked up the mask that had been knocked down as if he was fate, and slowly put it on: "It's not a hero's act to be angry with others." I'm still good at cultivating, and it's only right to let the old monk beat me early. ”

Yongguo is in the northwest of Yunguo, and the long river passes through Hechangfu in the territory.

Jiang Wang walked forward while controlling Do-won to swim around the beaten area and relieve the pain.

"But...... How do you feel like there was more than one person who hit me just now?"

"Is there a purification...... Too confusing to pay attention. The purification ceremony looks weird and simple, it won't be so wilting, right?"

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The pure ritual monk who was being recited was crying at the moment.

He sat on his knees, his cleanly washed monk's robes stained with a few traces of blood.

Clean brows and eyes wrinkled, whining and crying.

In the light that poured in from the window, his teary eyes were very pure.

In front of him, there was a yellow-faced old monk with a withered appearance, his eyes closed and motionless.

Not much.

"Cry, cry!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and scolded: "Crying and mourning!"

"Woooooooooo......oo But Master, you ......" Jingli cried breathlessly: "You are so badly injured......"

It is a small dilapidated temple that stands on a bald hill.

There was nothing to shelter in all directions, and the wind was blowing freely.

There are only two rooms in the temple, which are divided into front and back halls.

The front hall is a place of worship, but there is only one wooden statue, and I don't know which Buddha it is carved, because there is no face, I don't know whether it was not carved at the beginning, or it has been blurred in the long past. It's always there.

This faceless Buddha naturally has few incense, and the offering plate in front of the Buddha statue has long been empty. Rats can't even nibble on a single piece of flour.

The apse was the monk's residence.

There was only one bed in the room, and the bed was so painful that the purification had to sit on the floor.

Kujue was injured desperately, forcibly collided with the wind, and before he could recuperate, he had a fierce confrontation with the high-spirited Zhuang Gaoxian on the long river.

Although he did not fall behind during the war, his injuries worsened after leaving the battle.

That's not all.

After that, he pretended to be dead and deceived Jiang Wang, Jiang Wangtie was not a monk, and refused to agree. In a fit of rage, he got up and beat him violently, and only left in style after his anger was gone. Return to the Hanging Temple to deal with his own troubled affairs.

But unfortunately, on the way back to the Hanging Temple, I met an old enemy.

When the old opponent saw that he was injured, how could he not chase and beat him endlessly.

This battle was fought very miserably, that is, the old monk was cunning and had a lot of means, so he could get the opportunity to escape to the territory of the Hanging Temple.

At this point, the injury is very serious.

Of course, it can still be seen from his angry scolding posture that he is not worried about his life.

He even raised his hand and gave Jingli's bald head a look: "Crying and crying, there is no interest! Can you learn from your Jingshen junior brother?" He didn't frown when he saw Lao Tzu's blood all over his body!"

After speaking, he smacked himself: "No." It's emotionless......"

"A turtle king eight, it's light!"

"Woo woo woo ......" Jingli shrank her head, but she was still crying: "Master, slow down, the wounds are all cracked......"

At this moment, there was a sudden tremor outside the temple, like thunder.

"Dead or not!"

Kujue immediately lay down and closed his eyes, and his qi decayed.

The monk also stopped his mouth and sobbed silently.

The skinny old monk stepped into the apse in a few steps, his face was like a sick decay, and his voice was like a bell.

"Kujue! You tamper with me to smell the bell. How's the crime!?"

When I went to save Jiang Wang, I was specially taken to Wen Zhong, and all the evil was avoided all the way, and the heroes were not hindered.

But I heard that the bell is the treasure of the hanging temple town. Only when the Buddha walks on special things can he wear them out of the house.

Special things are Buddha things.

Of course, Kujue is not a Buddhist walk, and it is impossible for the Hanging Temple to support him to save a "disciple" who refuses to shave his ordination and has no name, let alone allow him to take me Wenzhong away for Jiang Wang.

So he stole it himself, and never informed anyone.

At this moment, the bitter sickness came to ask for sin.

Kujue closed his eyes, angry like a gossamer, and did not respond.

Jingli wowed and cried: "Uncle Shi, don't yell at my master, he is so badly injured!"

The little monk was crying so sadly.

Let the weathered like a bitter illness, I can't help but feel a little compassionate: "Uncle didn't yell at your master, Uncle is loud!"

He was already restrained, and he was still thundering.

"Then uncle, don't speak. Jingli cried, "Let my master take a break." ”

Suffering was suffocated for a while.

If I don't speak, how can I ask your master?

He had the heart to bypass the purification and stir up the suffering. But he knew that Kujue was indeed seriously injured this time. I'm afraid that his hands are heavy, and one is not good and hurts again.

At this time, he suddenly understood why the truth of suffering, as the first seat of the Guanshi Temple, was part of his duties, but he took the initiative to avoid this errand and let him do it.

I'm afraid that the truth of suffering understands very well how difficult it is to hold the suffering accountable.

And he rushed over, wanting to take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and teach a lesson, but as soon as he entered the door, he was put on the back, and he was in a dilemma.

The first seat of the dignified Dragon Descending Academy, the fierce and unscrupulous master of suffering, was at a loss for a while!