Chen Beiming immediately shook the raven's head like a rattle.

Seeing this, Qinghe pondered: "You can understand what I say. ”

It nodded immediately, as a different bloodline, some spirituality is normal, and it is reasonable to be able to understand human speech. What's more, the crows have a high level of intelligence, but they can't compare with the human race.

Qinghe's face sank, and he sighed: "Then you heard what I just said." ”

It nodded immediately, then shook its head again.

Qinghe said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will have a lot of death spells, which one do you like, I will satisfy you." ”

There was a hint of pity in his eyes.

Chen Beiming scolded in his heart, "Stinky bald donkey, I don't like any death spells." ”

If Qinghe didn't prove the Bodhisattva Dao Fruit, Chen Beiming would be devoured alive even though he was weak now.

Qinghe saw that the raven did not reply, and said, "Then I will read it later." Don't worry, I have eaten your flesh, and I will do what I promised you. Your wisdom is not low, when the raven wrongs you, you will definitely be able to be a man in the next life. I tell you that there are thousands of benefits to being a man, you can eat delicious food, drink fine wine, see beautiful women, see spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow, you will have special feelings, but you must not be a monk, this is too bitter. ”

At the end of his speech, he plucked a pinch of raven's feathers and lamented: "I really envy you, I will definitely be able to eat and drink spicy food and sleep with the most beautiful girl in my next life." ”

"Oh, you're a mother. I will wish you to be reborn as a man, rest assured, my wishes are very spiritual. I'm a bodhisattva. As he spoke, he plucked another puff of the raven's feathers.

Chen Beiming shouted.

"This stinky bald donkey, when this seat recovers the realm of mana, it will definitely send you to the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be able to turn over. ”

Qinghe frowned and said, "You're afraid of pain." ”

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the raven carefully, and couldn't help but say, "You seem to be able to save it." ”

Chen Beiming was busy pecking his head.

Qinghe said: "But when the benefits of being a person are more than I said, hey, since I said that I will do it, I will bear some sins." As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, in order for you to be reborn as a human being as soon as possible, I will sow this evil fruit. ”

Chen Beiming: "......"

Qinghe was about to finish off the raven with a knife, but he suddenly stopped.

Chen Beiming was busy pressing the origin of the Yuan Shen that was about to be launched, this place was very close to the Wuxiang Temple, once he was exposed, even if Qinghe didn't stop it, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to run far.

It seems that this monk is still ready to abide by the rules and not kill.

For the first time, Chen Beiming felt that the bald donkey's rules and precepts were very good.

Qinghe said: "I got a cookbook for solving the cow gate before, and I will see if there is any way to roast crows." It doesn't matter if you don't, there must be a practice of roasting birds, and you can also learn from it. ”

After Chen Beiming heard this, he scolded Qinghe in his heart, how could this dead bald donkey be like a demon character, and like to play with abuse.

Qinghe took out a cookbook, looked at it for a while, and said, "It's good to have a honey roasted wing." ”

He looked at Chen Beiming's wings and said, "There's not a lot of meat, but it's okay, I'll eat it slowly." ”

He closed the recipe and prepared to get started.

Chen Beiming couldn't help despairing, and thought: "Dead bald donkey, I'll fight with you." ”

He was fighting to the death.

Suddenly, a Buddhist voice swept around, "Qinghe, let you go to the colorless hermitage, why are you still rubbing here." ”

A thin-faced monk appeared out of thin air.

"Retreat. Chen Beiming has a lot of knowledge, and knows that this monk has terrifying powers, and he has actually practiced the heart retreat that few people in Buddhism have practiced. This retreat is said to be where the mind goes, and the Dharma body will come. Of course, in fact, it is not so exaggerated, but with the cultivation of the other party's Heavenly Immortal True Monarch, tens of thousands of miles away, the mind will definitely be able to reach it.

The monk then looked at the raven and frowned, "You want to eat it?"

Qinghe immediately shook his head, and he said: "This raven was dying, I remember my uncle's teaching, sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and lanterns, so I treated it." ”

The monk looked suspicious, pointed to the feathers on the ground, and said, "What do you say?"

Chen Beiming secretly praised, the old monk's eyes are like torches, and the little bald donkey looks at how you explain.

For the first time, he felt that there were still good people in Wuxiang Temple.

Qing He said with a straight face: "Uncle Shi, didn't you notice that it has three legs? This is exactly the characteristic of its three-legged golden crow bloodline. So it was born wise, and when it saw that I had saved it, it took the initiative to offer its feathers, wanting to repay it. ”

Chen Beiming's raven's head rattle shook out like a rattle.

The monks don't speak, and this bald donkey lies a lot, which is really hateful.

Seeing this, the thin monk sighed and said, "Then what is the explanation for the prohibition you have placed around you?"

Qinghe coughed and said, "Uncle Shi, I'll go to the Colorless Nunnery." I know that you are merciful, and this raven will continue to heal you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slipped away with a flash of light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The thin monk shook his head and sighed, and whispered to himself: "The master and nephew have an entanglement with that Gu Zhenjun in the mayfly world, so that they can get away with that little bit of fate and understand a little bit of the mystery of the avenue of life and death, but unfortunately it is still not enough to control the spiritual imprint of the Qingyang Dao people." He has six roots that are not purified, and Gu Zhenjun has not been able to worship in my temple, is it the Taoist system of the temple that the heavens want to destroy me?"

When Chen Beiming heard this, his spirits perked up, and he secretly said to himself: "It's absolutely good." ”

It immediately occurred to him that no one in the generation of the Wuxiang Temple could control that thing, so in this case, when he regained his full mana, he would not have to be too afraid of the Wuxiang Temple.

The premise is that Wuxiang Temple doesn't learn from the Vientiane Sect!

The thin monk looked at the raven again and said, "You are indeed born with a different species, forget it, it is fate to save you." I heard that Gu Zhenjun has a spirit pet that is also your kind, you are not shallow in wisdom, and your blood is outstanding, after you are cured, I will ask someone to send you to Yuanjingfeng, if Gu Zhenjun is willing to accept it, you happen to have the same kind of companionship. ”

He also has another intention, if Gu Zhenjun is willing to accept the raven, it means that there is no hostility towards Wuxiang Temple, and Wuxiang Temple does not have to face the pressure of Tianhe Sect, Sumeru Temple, and Vientiane Sect at the same time.

The status of the three holy lands can be transcendent, relying on the spiritual imprint of the Qingyang Dao people who can be in charge from generation to generation, if there is no such support, compared to the four sects and five sects of the Xuanmen Righteous Path, there is actually not much advantage.

When Chen Beiming heard this, he was like being struck by lightning.

If this is sent to Yuan Jingfeng again, if the kid surnamed Gu sees something, it won't be dead and have no place to be buried.

Those guys in the Vientiane Sect don't have a good stubble.

It remembered the samadhi divine wind, the sword light, and the last mountain of mana, and it was terrifying to the demons.

Now it seems that it is the safest to be suppressed by Sumeru Temple.

But Chen Beiming couldn't resist anymore, and the thin monk put the raven into his sleeve with a wave of the sleeve of his robe. This monk has vast magical powers, and he is not inferior to Chen Beiming in his heyday.

Now it's not as good as it was in its heyday, and it has no ability to resist.