Before the sky was completely dark, the two carriages finally arrived in front of the mountain gate of Lin Yin Temple.

Yan Chixia seemed to be very familiar with the people here, and after getting out of the car and meeting Shami, she was invited in.

Because it was inconvenient to have female dependents, Wang Yu and the others were arranged in a wing room halfway up the mountain, and did not set foot in the main hall.

Because after a day's trekking, several people were a little hungry, so the maid brought by Zhang Yi began to cook.

They had already asked before, there was no dinner in the temple, only two breakfasts and lunches.

The thing is dry food brought by Zhang Yi, you can use a low heat to heat it, and if you don't feel too bad, you can also eat it directly.

She threw Wang Yu a few dough cakes and asked him to go out to eat, and under the dangerous eyes of the two maids, he had no intention of caring about it.

After all, the stage of bullying ordinary people has long passed.

At this time, the night sky outside is very beautiful, the stars are all over the sky, and the huge silver disc hangs there coldly, like a beautiful beauty, which can only be viewed from a distance.

Wang Yu was half-lying on the steps, admiring the beautiful scenery, and took a bite of the dough cake, his mouth full of wheat fragrance.

It would be nice if there was wine, speaking of which, he hadn't drunk in a long time.

In the past, in the main world, the door in my mind had not been completely opened, and under the influence of Chen Dazhui and others, I always thought that even if I couldn't become a hero, I should be a righteous man.

However, when the door was completely opened, the emotions were gradually suppressed, and the right and wrong, good and evil in Wang Yu's heart were also washed away.

He looked at them like gods looking down from a high place, and it was difficult to get close to them.

But fortunately, there are parallel worlds, and every time Wang Yu fulfills a wish, he can get back some of his lost feelings.

The last world seems to have opened up some strange things, and he is still as interested in other things as before, except for something powerful that he has never seen.

Just thinking about his thoughts, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near, Wang Yu turned his head to look, and saw Yan Chixia coming over with an old monk with a gray beard.

"Yan Daxia, this mage is the helper you invited, right?"

Wang Yu sat up from the steps and leaned over with shining eyes.

The old monk couldn't tell his age, and his long beard was not groomed, so he looked very messy.

However, compared to his old appearance, those bright eyes are as pure as a baby, and when they look at you, there will be an inexplicable power that makes people quiet.

"This is a monk who quits the sky, the last abbot of Lin Yin Temple, and I are old friends, and we have eliminated demons together before. ”

After Yan Chixia finished introducing, she pointed at Wang Yu and said: "He is the kid I told you about, he has a spiritual mark on his body, I hope to use Buddhism to temporarily suppress it, don't let him die." ”

The monk nodded, and recited a Buddha name at Wang Yu, and suddenly there was a golden light in front of him, forming a 10,000-character mantra in the air, which rose in the wind and pressed down towards Wang Yu.

With a bang, all the clothes on Wang Yu's body, including the wig, were blown to pieces, leaving only a pair of trousers to cover his shame.

Yan Chixia was stunned, "Little brother, you turned out to be bald, why, do you want to become a monk too?"

At this time, Wang Yu only felt lazy and didn't want to speak, so he didn't answer.

Jiekong recited the Buddha's name again, the golden light receded, and the mantra began to spin, gradually becoming smaller until it disappeared completely.

Wang Yu came back to his senses, and then remembered to answer Yan Chixia's question just now: "No, it's just the sequelae of falling into the water." ”

"Actually, it's not bad to be a monk, you can think about it. Yan Chixia said with a smile.

Jiekong looked at Wang Yu carefully, and suddenly stepped forward and said: "The little donor can indeed consider that your Buddha nature is not shallow, and it is easy to cut off the fog and reflect your nature." ”

"Well, not that plan. ”

Wang Yu naturally won't be a monk, and his feelings in the main world have been almost lost, and he can finally experience a little here, and you still let him learn what to break his love and desire, isn't this bullying.

Jiekong sighed in disappointment, "Fate has not arrived, so what can I do." ”

Yan Chixia didn't expect her old friend to become serious, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised, knowing that the status of the person next to him was not ordinarily high.

Although he has already removed the position of abbot, his reputation outside has risen to a higher level.

Many people call him the Arhat incarnation.

"There's also a little friend who has been hit by the black wind, and you're tired of the monk, so let's go and take a look. ”

Yan Chixia saw that Wang Yu was a little embarrassed, so she decisively changed the topic.

The two walked in directly, Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and the old monk seemed to see something, which made him a little unhappy.

If you can't help but punch someone to death, how can you explain to Yan Chixia?

In order not to do anything wrong, Wang Yu did not go in to see how they saved people, but continued to sit on the steps.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't really want to remove the spirit mark on his body, because as long as this is there, there will be a lot of cuties coming to play with him.

However, it is not possible to understand, unless Wang Yu is willing to expose his true nature.

Just in a trance, a ghost crying wolf howl suddenly sounded in the room behind him, and the whole wing room became gloomy.

Just as he was about to see what was happening in the city, Zhou Wencai suddenly ran out.

At this time, his two eyes were pitch black, without any whites, and he looked very scary.

"Get out!"

Seeing Wang Yu blocking the way, he roared angrily, and directly raised his hand to set off a hurricane and overturned it.

Then he ran away without a trace.

After three breaths, Yan Chixia ran out with a long sword, and was about to chase after him, when Jiekong called him weakly.

This old monk has a palm print on his chest, which is smelly and black, and it should have been photographed just now.

Nie Xiaoqian and Zhang Yi, who were originally staying in the room, also ran out after hearing the movement.

"Wang Gongzi, are you okay. ”

Seeing Wang Yu fall to the ground with only a pair of pants on her body, Nie Xiaoqian's face was flushed, and she wanted to go over to help, but she didn't dare to do this in front of everyone.

So standing still, a little overwhelmed.

Zhang Yi whispered in her ear: "Hurry up and get him a set of clothes." ”

Nie Xiaoqian reacted at this time, her face turned even redder, and she trotted back to the house with her head down.

Seeing his friend like this, Zhang Yi shook her head helplessly.

Wang Yu didn't care about this, and asked Yan Chixia and Jiekong, who were discussing something, "What's wrong with Brother Zhou, wasn't it okay just now?" ”

"Alas, the thief is cunning, and it is the safest way to use the Dharma to break the evil qi, but the evil seed on the benefactor just now has been manipulated, and as long as it touches the power of the Buddha, it will explode immediately. ”

Jiekong explained, and said with a gloomy expression: "I'm afraid that he has become more and less auspicious, and has completely become a puppet of the evil people." ”

"Monk, you did your best, maybe this is fate. ”

Yan Chixia's skills are mostly in killing demons and subduing demons, and she is not proficient in saving people, and she can temporarily suppress it, which is already very remarkable.

Wang Yu scratched his head, feeling sorry for Zhou Wencai.

It was Zhang Yi, after hearing that the kid was not saved, his expression became complicated somehow, and he returned to the room without saying a word.