Condensing Moon screamed miserably, and fell to the ground with a painful expression, and the layers of black mist around her quickly escaped from her body as if she was driven away by something.

As the black mist passed, Condensation Moon's smooth and supple cheeks began to wrinkle, and her inky hair slowly turned gray.

Condensing Yue's eyes widened and she looked at the left protector, her expression frightened: "Buddha cultivator, you are actually a Buddha cultivator." ”

In response to her, the left protector gently twisted the beads, and there was no sorrow or joy in the sound of Amitabha.

Condensing Moon's face had been aging, and her body was shrouded in golden Buddha light, and a large 'swastika' Buddha text flashed and glowed, as if it wanted to wrap her in.

Seeing that Condensation Moon was in danger, Ah Qi turned the forbidden spirit chain in his hand and tied Condensing Moon, and then desperately escaped from the encirclement with Condensing Moon.

Lou Hanxi saw that so many people couldn't stop a Qi, his eyes were staring at the forbidden spirit chain, and his face was gloomy as water: "It's ridiculous to do whatever you want with the spiritual weapon given by the lord." ”

She said coldly: "Yuewei will chase after him, and he will kill him." ”

Hearing the order, Yuewei hurriedly chased in the direction where Ah Qi and Condensing Moon had fled.

Lou Hanxi waved her hand, and one after another black shadows retreated into the darkness, and her attention fell on Wuself: "Master Wuwu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The selfless bow lightly, the temperament is refined, like the clouds above the nine heavens that are not stained with dust: "The donor of Hanxi." ”

Lou Hanxi's expression was complicated: "I remember that the master used to be the host of Hanxi Temple, and now he calls my name, how does the master feel?"

Wuwu smiled lowly, diluting the holy Zen around him, like an immortal who fell into the mortal dust: "I miss it very much." ”

Lou Hanxi's expression was sad and hateful, sad for his current posture, hating the culprits who caused all this.

I was raised by the host of Hanxi Temple, and Cousin Jing was the same age, childhood sweetheart, Lou Hanxi often followed Cousin Jing to Hanxi Temple to find selfless to play.

Wuself tells a lot of stories, makes meals that are hard to refuse, and makes the most mellow wine in the world, and her winemaking skills are learned little by little by pestering Wuself, but Wuself has long since stopped making wine.

Lou Hanxi still remembers the original appearance of Wuself, his arrogant bones, his brilliant talent, and his immortal-like temperament.

But now it can no longer be seen, and it is always regrettable and regrettable for the high immortals to fall into the mortal dust.

Lou Hanxi was silent, perhaps the regret in her eyes was too obvious, and the movement of turning the Buddha beads stopped, and said in a sincere tone: "Hanxi donors don't have to be like this, everything is a certainty." ”

Lou Hanxi couldn't help but stab him: "Since you know that it is a fixed number, why should you immerse yourself in the past and not be able to get out." ”

Wuwu smiled bitterly and said frankly: "It's the poor monk's cultivation that hasn't reached home." ”

He looked at the dead bodies around him, sighed and said earnestly: "Hanxi, you have killed too many people, and there are too many targets for revenge. The cost of this path is too great for you to afford. ”

Lou Hanxi said stubbornly and firmly: "I will soon have nothing but this life, and it doesn't matter what the price is." ”

A layer of black mist shrouded her body, and her voice became ethereal: "Master, this kind of thing that will go to hell should be done by me, a person full of sins, if you can, you will still be the holy monk who is high in the world, and purify the world." ”

Her figure flickered, turning into black mist and flying towards the small courtyard she had been watching before. Behind her, several dark shadows followed.

Standing in place, I stood silently for a long time.

After a long time, he looked up at the sky and seemed to see the Buddha high up through the layers of obstacles.

He muttered softly: "My Buddha is merciful, is his magic power boundless, why can't I save a little girl." ”

When the words came out, I was in a trance for a while, and he realized that he was resentful in his heart, complaining about his Buddha.

Once, her little girl said, "You take refuge in the Buddha, I take refuge in you, okay?"

He said, "Okay." ”

Then, having taken refuge in the Buddha, he lost his beloved girl, and the girl who took refuge in him lost her life.

From then on, he broke the killing vows, damaged his cultivation, had empty thoughts, and betrayed the Buddha.

There is no more holy monk in the world who is out of the dust and compassion, he can't even save himself, how to save people.

Wisps of black aura flashed in the eyes of the selfless, and he turned back into the elusive Left Protector.

The left protector rubbed his forehead in distress, turned around and walked into the distance. The task entrusted to him by the Lord to protect the young master is not over, and he should be more faithful.

On the other side, Rong Xian walked into the house, and the night pearl took a picture of this simple house as if it were day.

She sat at the table, looking at Bai Changyue who had just walked in, her fingertips moved slightly, and a silver needle was worn by gold thread and went towards Bai Changyue like lightning.

Bai Changyue was startled, and her hand subconsciously grabbed the silver needle, her heart churned, what's the matter, does Rong Xian want to make a move on her?

Before she could figure out why, she saw the silver needle suddenly turn and stick to her wrist.

At the same time, the golden thread went around her wrist, and by the way, the silver needle was bound to her wrist.

Everything only happened in the blink of an eye, Bai Changyue came back to her senses, and just wanted to question Rong Xian, but saw that Rong Xian was frowning slightly, and her fingertips were pressed on the silk thread.

Bai Changyue was stunned, is this taking the pulse?

Yan Fei walked in and saw this scene, and sat quietly on the other side of the table, watching Rong Xian's movements with interest.

How high Rong Xian's medical skills are, just look at the people who have turned her medicine, it is clear that she is the first person in the world to be recognized as the first person in medical skills, and it is really rare to see her treat diseases with her own eyes, or Bai Changyue and other incurable diseases.

Bai Changyue also knew that if there was really someone in this world who could cure her stubborn illness, it would be Rong Xian, so she stared at Rong Xian without blinking, and every frown of Rong Xian made her heart tremble, lest she hear bad news.

After a while, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around Bai Changyue's wrist loosened with the silver needle, and after breaking away from Bai Changyue, she turned around and wrapped around Yan Fei's wrist in the surprised eyes of the two.

Yan Fei raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect this silk thread to find her again.

But she didn't move, letting Rong Xian investigate her injuries, and Bai Changyue also sat next to Yan Fei and waited.

The time to diagnose Yan Fei's pulse was much shorter than Bai Changyue's, and Rong Xian withdrew the golden thread after knowing the physical condition of the two of them well.

"Doctor Rong, how is it?" Bai Changyue tried to suppress the expectation in her heart, and asked in a trembling voice, she didn't even dare to ask, 'Can it be cured'.

She is afraid that she will be disappointed again, if Rong Xian can't be cured, and she is afraid that no one can cure her anymore, she is afraid that this will be the case in her life.

Rong Xian didn't sell it, the corners of her lips raised a warm arc, and her eyes that were as clear as the sky were full of tolerance and said with a faint comfort: "It can be cured, don't worry." ”

As soon as Bai Changyue's tense body relaxed, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but roll down anymore.