After Zhao Lou left with a sad face, Su Lang got up and stretched, and was about to go around the city.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the Qixuanmen Mansion, he saw a hesitant white-clothed monk standing next to the stone lion.

This little monk is not very old, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and when he saw Su Lang walk out, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stopped talking.

Su Lang then said gently, "Little Master, is there something wrong?"

The little monk recited the Buddha's name, saluted with both hands, and said, "Amitabha." The little monk's name is Gusong. But the people list Su Shizhu?" The voice was immature and clear.

"It's down there. Su Lang replied, with a slight doubt in his heart: the little monk Gusong is eight or nine years old, his muscles and bones have not been opened, and he has not yet drawn qi into his body. How could the elders of his temple let him run around?

But when he saw that Gu Song's mouth was deflated, he seemed to cry.

Su Lang's face darkened: Am I so terrible?

He even felt the surprised stares of passers-by. Fortunately, this place is in front of the Qixuan Gate, and there is no chaos. If it were other realms, I'm afraid someone would have already reported to the official at this time......

Gu Song also noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, and said a little embarrassed at the end: "Senior Brother Su, it's the little monk who is abrupt." ”

Su Lang didn't bother to complain about how disobedient the little monk was wiping his face with a white monk's robe.

"What's the matter with Master Gu's search?"

Gu Song lowered his head and walked up, pulled the corner of Su Lang's clothes, and whispered, "Please come with me, senior brother." ”

The two of them walked to an inn. The little monk looked around, and seeing that there was no one else, Fang cautiously opened the door.

"This little monk won't kidnap me to be the gentleman on the beam, right......" Su Lang slandered in his heart and followed in.

In the darkness, a young monk sat on his knees, his body glowing with a faint golden light. The white cloth on his shoulders is entangled, revealing the color of blood.

The monk is the 294th new master of the list, the successor of the Mahayana Temple. Su Lang raised his eyebrows, it was rumored that Jiantai had already entered the house with a golden bell jar, how could he be so seriously injured?

Jiantai opened his eyes with difficulty: "Little junior brother, can you please come to the Seven Xuanmen for help?"

Seeing Su Lang, he was slightly stunned, and wanted to stand up and salute. The wound pulled, and blood oozed again.

Su Lang stopped him with softness.

The latter clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows and said, "The poor monk has built a platform and has seen Master Su Shi." ”

Su Lang returned the salute and stepped forward to point on several acupuncture points on the shoulder of Jiantai, wanting to stop his bleeding.

Jiantai smiled bitterly: "The method of stopping bleeding at the acupoints is useless. A few days ago, the poor monk was happy with the donor of Song Xiaoyun, and he was not very good for a while, and he fell into this way. ”

The joy of the six top sects of the Demon Dao......

Su Lang looked at Jiantai extremely strangely. The exercises cultivated by the Demon Maiden of the Joy Dao all have the effect of charming. Its method of collecting yang and replenishing yin is also notorious.

What's more, Song Xiaoyun is famous, and there are two hundred and three people on the list. Wouldn't this monk have lost his body in front of him?

"Amitabha. Gu Song clasped his hands together: "The little monk thinks that Senior Brother Su is thinking about something extremely rude. ”

"This little monk really doesn't save me any face. Su Lang sighed secretly and smiled awkwardly at Jiantai.

Jiantai smiled generously: "Solidify the heart of the junior brother, and I hope that Master Su Shi will forgive me." As for Song Xiaoyun's benefactor, he has not yet attacked the poor monks. ”

"Brother Jiantai, where are you talking about this. Su Lang snorted. He didn't admit that he wanted to be crooked......

Su Lang pressed his hand lightly on the white cloth on Jiantai's shoulder, quietly feeling the pale pink aura circulating in his wound.

"This aura has the effect of seducing people's desires, and it is indelible...... It is worthy of the top demon path exercises. After a moment of contemplation, he said slowly.

"That's right, Senior Brother has been tortured for the past two days. Gu Song said calmly again that something terrible was wrong.

Su Lang looked at Jiantai, and Jiantai also looked back.

The two were silent for a long time.

"What's that...... Child's Heart...... Right?" Su Lang scratched his cheeks.

Jiantai nodded hurriedly: "Brother Su still understands me." "The title changed pretty quickly......

"Please let me see if I can wear out this pale pink aura. I also hope that Brother Jiantai will withdraw the protection. Su Lang said.

Jiantai hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Master Song is a cultivator in the middle stage of the bitter sea, and he can break into the late stage at any time. Its aura is extremely weird, and it may take the peak of the bitter sea to get rid of it. Brother Su, this ......"

Seeing that Su Lang still had to insist, he sighed and removed the pale golden light of the golden bell jar.

Immediately, the light pink aura at the wound was active, and it was about to invade the blood.

Jiantai forcibly resisted the instinct of the body to fight back independently, and recited Buddhist scriptures softly, suppressing Lingtai Qingming.

At this time, from Su Lang Ruyu's palm, a small stream of pure and majestic aura suddenly gushed out.

"This ......" Jiantai was slightly startled, and he noticed that the pale pink aura at his wound trembled like a mouse meeting a cat, wanting to burrow into the flesh and hide.

"Ning!" Su Lang's faint voice sounded.

As if as if he was following his words, the pale pink aura froze suddenly, and then was quickly melted away by the pure aura that swarmed up.

After a moment, Su Lang withdrew his innate spiritual qi and withdrew his hand.

"It's still not enough to cultivate, so it's a bit too much. He thought thoughtfully, and took a pill of Huiyuan Dan.

At this time, Jiantai had already stopped the blood for himself. The bell jar was in motion, and its wound squirmed and slowly healed.

He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha, thank you Brother Su for saving me." ”

"It's a trivial matter, and you don't have to be polite. Su Lang smiled slightly.

"It's a trivial matter for Senior Brother Su, but it's helpless for Senior Brother Jiantai. Gu Song clasped his hands together, and at the end he also showed a sincere smile, and bowed deeply to Su Lang: "Thank you Senior Brother Su for your help." ”

Jiantai smiled bitterly: "You little junior brother, you really don't save face for your own senior brother." ”

Immediately turned to Su Lang, and said: "Brother Su has turned into a happy aura for me, and the poor monk is already grateful." Besides, this matter is a dispute between the Burrow Temple and the Huanxi Dao, and Brother Su does not have to muddy the waters. ”

Su Lang shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Jiantai's words are wrong. The devil is attacked by the whole world. You and I are both on the right path, so how can we say that we are wading into troubled waters? If we can play a role in the future, we should do our best. ”

"Amitabha. Jiantai lowered his eyes: "I have heard that Brother Su is brave and brave." When I saw it today, it lived up to its name. The whole Mahayana temple is grateful. ”

He also stopped twisting and recalled: "There is a scripture practice in our temple that turns decay into magic, and its name is the I Ching Washing Pulp Sutra. A hundred years ago, there was civil strife in our temple, and all forces snatched this scripture. Although there is no shortage of scriptures, the inheritance of its true meaning is still fragmented and flows to all parts of the rivers and lakes. ”

"A few days ago, my little brother and I traveled through the rivers and lakes, and occasionally got a piece of the incomplete true meaning inheritance, and was about to return to the temple to submit it, but I met the happy Taoist benefactor, and was robbed by him. ”

"That being the case, this inheritance of true meaning must have the pure breath of the Mahayana Temple before it can be opened. Therefore, the poor monk guessed that the Song donor would inevitably use me and my little brother to obtain the incomplete inheritance of the I Ching Washing Pulp Sutra. ”

Su Lang touched his chin: "I see." Please rest assured, Brother Jiantai, I am thinking that I will meet the successors of the top forces. ”

Jiantai breathed a sigh of relief, recited the Buddha's name with the little monk, and saluted: "Thank you Senior Brother (Brother Su) for your righteous help." ”

Downstairs in the inn, Su Lang drank to himself.

On the opposite side, the little monk Gu Song sat precariously.

After getting acquainted with the two, Su Lang gradually let go. He then teased: "Senior Brother Gusong, have a drink with me?"

The little monk hurriedly shook his head and said, "Quit alcohol and fornication, don't be confused, and avoid meat and vegetarian food." Senior Brother Su doesn't want to test the little monk. ”

The surrounding drinkers looked over one after another, with strange expressions.

How can anyone instigate the little master to break the ring and drink.

Surondon felt guilty. He straightened his hair in a bun: "Hmm...... It is indeed a test...... The little brother wants to eat something vegetarian and treat him to his brother. ”

"Really?"

Gu Song's eyes lit up.

Why are there all kinds of foodies around me...... From Tinglu, to Senior Sister Xun, to this little monk. Su Lang thought helplessly.

"Nature is true. ”

"Amitabha. The shopkeeper is a donor, bring a stack of crispy tofu and fry it in vegetable oil. ”

The little monk wiped his saliva with his sleeve robe and stared closely at the tofu that was served.

"I really feel sorry for you, a plain white monk's robe...... Su Lang said.

Gu Song's cheeks were slightly red, but he didn't refute, holding a piece of hot crispy tofu with chopsticks, and blowing in small gulps.

Su Lang raised his hand to lay down the noise barrier, and asked the little monk curiously, "Brother has a doubt." Since you two are the descendants of the great sect and are being hunted down and killed by the people of the Demon Sect, why don't you ask for help from the righteous path, but instead keep a low profile?"

Gu Song swallowed a mouthful of tofu and said, "Senior brother bribing the little monk, this is not right. ”

Three black lines appeared on Su Lang's forehead.

"It's not a big deal. After Senior Brother Jiantai saw Lord Song, the Buddha's heart was born, and he wanted to recite the scriptures to influence her and cross into my Buddha's door. It's just that he didn't succeed, not only did he eat a trick, but he was also robbed of his true inheritance. ”

He was worried that if this matter was leaked, he would be ridiculed by his fellow disciples. Fortunately, he met Senior Brother Su, and Fang was relieved. ”

That's the reason...... Su Lang was speechless.

Suddenly there was a faint smell from upstairs.

"Song Xiaoyun is here. Su Lang frowned and picked up the morning dew lying horizontally on the table.

Looking around, the customers in the store drank and ate meat, and did not feel abnormal.

"Little monk, let's go. Su Lang stood up quietly.

Gu Song took a big bite of tofu, reluctantly put down his chopsticks, and followed.

The two of them went upstairs and pressed closer to the room.

The closer you get, the stronger the fragrance.

Su Lang held his breath and was about to push open the door, when a powerful suction force suddenly appeared in it.

He grabbed the little monk and was about to deal with it, when he heard a soft voice from the room: "If the young man doesn't want this inn to be burned, don't resist." ”

Su Lang thought for a while, withdrew his body protection, and was sucked in with the little monk. The door shut.

Inside the guest room, there is a faint pink mist.

On the bed, lazily lay a woman as beautiful as a fairy. It was Song Xiaoyun.

Its white veil is lightly covered, the carcass is undulating, and the white skin is looming. The jade legs are crossed and cocked, and the delicate ankles are tinged with a faint pink.

Even when Su Lang saw this reverie scene, he also felt his blood surging and his cheeks hot.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva: Brother Jiantai, are you okay?