In my current situation, where will it be simple, it is as difficult as when I absorbed my spiritual power at the beginning.

Of course, it's actually a lot simpler, it's just a metaphor.

Xiao Muchen felt more and more strained, as if he had lost his strength and asked you to do physical work.

I felt that I couldn't hold on anymore, and a voice in my heart kept calling, "Give up, give up!"

Hearing this voice, Xiao Muchen really wanted to just be a shopkeeper and then give up.

But with more powerful willpower, he had to persevere, in order to meet his idol.

He Xiao Muchen is like this, he likes to be serious about what he does, and he also likes to study, even if he suffers today, just because he wants to see someone.

Finally, after his shout, the spell and the rune fused together, but they also lost their strength, and at the last moment, Xiao Muchen revoked the magic circle enchantment.

The red charm slowly fell, and he also approached his spatial ring.

Outside......

At this time, Yang Ziming, a melon-eating crowd, was watching two programs at the same time, and the melon seeds on the table were almost finished by him.

On the one hand, the ghost knife and Yang Zihuo were racking their brains to ask something, but the monk had been making cicadas since he woke up, and he didn't say a word.

It's like a piece of wood, and the two of them have gone crazy several times, and they want to replenish water and have a kindness to the Fusheng Temple.

I don't know how many times I beat this monk, but there is really no place to send it.

In this monk's view, there are some things that cannot be said or said, and some things are not easy to say.

He naturally saw with his own eyes the inextricable abbot who was fighting with Mu Chenxin below, and he also clearly felt that the black gas on the abbot's body was obviously a demon clan.

But after all, the abbot had disciplined them for so many years, and some things were still unacceptable for a while.

And this kind of thing, in the eyes of this monk, belongs to the family ugliness, and the family ugliness should not be publicized, and tell what you know.

If you harm the abbot, won't your sin be great?

Anyway, no matter how hard the two of them tried to persuade them, they just couldn't knock this elm head open.

Mu Chenxin below is also an opponent playing chess with the abbot, and no one can help anyone for a while.

Although he has the true inheritance of the old abbot, but the abbot is a vegetarian?

You must know that outside of the abbot, in the entire Fusheng Temple, there is the largest position of the abbot left, of course, except for the two in the back.

But those two people are not in the red dust, so they don't count.

Being able to become the abbot of a monastery does not depend on luck and relationships.

There is no relationship and luck in the temple, and this kind of thing is not allowed to exist, otherwise what kind of Buddha will be cultivated.

Therefore, it is not easy for a young Mu Chenxin to rely on his mastery in the abbot's place and fight with the abbot.

In general, Mu Chen's heart is to pretend to be the biggest and fight the hardest.

Yang Ziming, who was watching the performances on both sides intently, suddenly felt a fluctuation in the space around him, and then saw the unconscious Xiao Muchen appear out of thin air.

Frightened, Yang Ziming threw away the melon seeds in his hand and quickly jumped up to catch it, and when he saw Xiao Muchen who was unconscious, Yang Ziming thought something was wrong.

shouted loudly: "Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

This cry alarmed the two ghost knives and Yang Zihuo, who were thinking about how to make the monk speak, and turned around to see Yang Ziming, who had fallen to the ground, holding Xiao Muchen who had fainted.

Several people hurriedly surrounded and called out eagerly: Mu Chen, what's wrong with you? Why did you go like this?

Xiao Muchen didn't pass out at this time, he was just too tired and didn't want to move.

Hearing this, I couldn't help it, I opened my eyes with a sense of tiredness, and said weakly: "You just went, Lao Tzu is just too tired...

Hearing this, there was still anger, and several people instantly relaxed their moods, and said disdainfully: "Cut!"

Xiao Muchen。。。。。。。

He propped up his body and said unhappily: "I wish I would die if you guys were together, wouldn't you?"

The ghost knife and Yang Zihuo were no longer with Xiao Muchen, turned around, and continued to think about the problem they hadn't figured out just now.

Yang Ziming let go of his hand, put Xiao Muchen aside, and continued to eat melon seeds and watch the play.

Xiao Muchen scolded: "Damn, you guys can't just let me go like this, don't you!"

A few people still ignored him and continued to sit on their own business.

Helpless, Xiao Muchen slowly got up and began to recuperate and recover his mental strength.

Although I feel very unhappy, this feeling is the feeling between brothers, isn't it?

Although his body is weak now, he is still very happy in his heart, at least the spell has been successful, and the next thing is to find an opportunity to channel his idol. "Monkey King!"

Yang Zi thought for a while, and continued to persuade: Monk, if you don't say it now, your temple may be destroyed.

Don't you say that?

Let me tell you, I have no ill will towards the monastery, but I have come to save you, so if you don't cooperate, how can we save you?

The monk was still sitting on the cicada, completely ignoring Yang Zihuo's flickering.

This made the grumpy ghost knife completely angry, and he condensed his soul knife and put it on the monk's neck, and said threateningly.

Stinky monk, don't be embarrassed, in this case, Lao Tzu will cut you.

The monk still didn't speak, like a rock.

The ghost knife was really angry: "Hey, you don't take me seriously, do you?"

Speaking of this, you have to look at it with a big knife in your hand.

The goods on one side hurriedly blocked, oops, hey... Brother, give me a face, wait for the cut, wait for the cut.

The ghost knife scolded, you get out of the way for me, I have to cut this monk today, don't stop me, believe it or not, I cut you down?

The voice that spoke was very sharp, and very firm, looking at Yang Zihuo fiercely, which means that if you don't let go, I will cut you.

Yang Zihuo carried the monk on his back, forcibly held back his smile, and secretly stretched out a thumbs up, making eye contact.

Brother, you are very nice, I have to believe in this acting.

The ghost knife's eyes were proud, and then he was even more fierce: If you don't get out of the way, if you don't get out of the way, I'm going to do it.

Yang Zihuo hurriedly persuaded: The child is not sensible, you wait, I will let him tell me, you wait for me, five minutes, okay?

Brother Dadao first gnawed two pieces of watermelon, drank two sips of tea, and waited for a while, waiting for my good news.