As if touching the scales of the white-haired corpse slave, she was suddenly extremely angry.

I saw the white-haired corpse slave bowing down, covering his left crotch and grinning. The scarlet eyes narrowed thinly, and the hind legs slammed onto the beam.

The sharp nails were half a foot long and blue-gray, and they had ten holes in the hundred-year-old pine. But Wang Zimo turned his head in the air, jumped to the bed, grabbed the straight-backed long knife and drew an arc in front of him.

"Alone in the enemy camp!"

Wang Zimo held the knife in both hands, and his waist was raised upward, and the strange figure of the corpse slave was reflected in his flickering eyes.

Corpse slaves don't need weapons to fight, their bodies are the most powerful weapons!

With the unique fragrance of red pine wood and sawdust all over the sky, the corpse slave suddenly fell from the sky, his left hand flipped and grabbed directly at the back of the knife, and his right hand was pointed directly at Wang Zimo's defenseless chest from the bottom up.

"So fast!"

Wang Zimo exclaimed in his heart and hurriedly retreated, forgetting that behind him was the bed that he had slept on for two years, and his body was unstable and suddenly lay on his back.

Seeing the white-haired human skin skeleton rushing over, Wang Zimo hurriedly turned to the left, let go of the straight-backed long knife and crossed to the door.

"Ho!"

The corpse slave squeezed out the sound of iron pieces rubbing in her throat, and a pair of eyes mocked, she suddenly grinned and let out a low angry cry: "Roar!" casually threw out the straight-backed long knife and pointed it at the prince's silent door.

"Click!"

The Aoki coffin, which had been ignored by the two of them all along, suddenly rang.

Wang Zimo and the corpse slave stared at the coffin with wide eyes at the same time. I saw that the three-inch-thick coffin lid suddenly jumped up, and then the peach wood nails that sealed the lid were bounced off one by one. With a "hiss", the lid of the coffin was moved back half a foot, and a small baby's hand stretched out from inside.

The little hand was white and shiny, and the baby was fat and tender, and the prince silently heard the joyful laughter of the baby coming from the coffin, and the black coffin seemed to suddenly become a cradle, and it became clearer and clearer before his eyes.

"Giggle......

The corpse slave suddenly closed his mouth, and the violent appearance just now instantly became loving. Squinting his eyes, he gently pounced on it, gently stuffed the little hand into the coffin, and then slowly closed the lid of the coffin.

"Get out of the way!"

"Jiang Xiu'e, look where you escape!"

The narrow door and window were suddenly knocked open, and Dai Xiaomo opened her mouth with an anxious face, and she didn't have time to think about it, and reached out to grab the straight-backed long knife that stabbed at Wang Zimo's door.

At the same time, Mingbao also threw Zijin Ruyi and pushed the door in, frowned and glared at Wang Zimo and Dai Xiaomo, and threw himself into the white-haired corpse slave who fled through the window with the coffin on his back.

"That corpse slave is not simple, there must be another purpose for coming here! You stay here honestly first, don't go out of Baiyun Temple, I'll help that stinky Taoist priest!"

Dai Xiaomo said that she was going to help Mingbao, but her eyes lit up and she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

The corpse slave just now obviously had nothing to do with Dai Xiaomo, but why did Mingbao know her? He also said the name of the corpse slave: Jiang Xiu'e!

Could it be that this Jiang Xiu'e is the same as Dai Xiaomo, from Yangchi?

Or did he know Mingbao before he knew Mingbao?

Can't figure it out!

In front of the beauty, Wang Zimo was also at a loss, and he looked at the girl in front of him blankly.

This is the second time the two have met, and although they are strange, they are not exclusive from the bones. seems to be a destined marriage, no matter how you hide, you will eventually return to the starting point.

Blood spilled out of the white fingertips, pooling in a line along the spine of the knife. Wang Zimo's pupils contracted suddenly, his heart trembled twice, and said, "You bleed!"

"It's okay!"

Dai Xiaomo smiled slightly, but in Wang Zimo's eyes, it turned into a shock.

"Wang Zimo, were you concerned about me just now?" Dai Xiaomo tilted her head to look at Wang Zimo, and when she saw that he didn't answer, she whispered: "Idiot!"

A touch of red glow climbed up her cheeks, Dai Xiaomo lowered her head and stuffed the long knife into Wang Zimo's arms, and hurriedly fled with a smile.

"Hey, nerd, that chick ran away and didn't chase after it!"

In the empty room, Prince Mo smirked, and suddenly heard a voice reach his ears. After looking for a long time, he finally locked on the rat hole on the ground, "Who's down there, shrink your head rat, come out!" Wang Zimo waved his knife and pointed to the hole.

"Hahaha......"

Lang Lang's laughter shook his ears and buzzed: "This rat hole is not what you just drilled!"

"But thanks to you, let this demon heaven ......" The voice stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and the prince blinked blankly, tilting his head sideways and pressing his ear to the hole.

"Hey, hey, do you hear me?"

The roaring echo shook Wang Zimo and jumped to the door, and he suddenly felt the blood in his chest tumbling and almost vomited bile.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you again!"

As soon as the words landed, the wall of the room facing the bed suddenly moved like water waves, and then a man in white appeared from the darkness.

The man in white pressed his face against the wall and looked out, and a palm-sized protrusion suddenly bulged out on the wall, as if there was a film blocking it, and the face was blurred and only the general outline could be seen.

"I'm really hungry when it comes to eating the deity, hey, little one, do you have anything to eat?"

"Are you...... Big Devil!"

The prince subconsciously touched the berries in his pocket and asked, "Aren't you in Baiyun Temple, why did you appear here?"

Wang Zimo looked up at the Xuanyang Sword on the door beam, the slender sword body was mostly pulled out, and the fishskin hilt drooped slightly, overflowing with a cold black luster.

There was also a Xuanyang Sword here, and it was pulled out.

Don't......

The prince was not sure, but he still thought about it in his heart: Could it be that there is a connection between this place and the Baiyun Temple in Jincheng?

"Isn't this the White Cloud Temple?" The face suddenly shrank back, and I vaguely saw the man in white raise his hand and touch his chin, thinking for a moment and saying coldly: "You actually use the lowest species as a metaphor for the deity, the deity is the emperor...... the devil ...... How can you talk to the emperor...... than?"

"What are you talking about? I don't hear clearly. The voice of the man in white was near and far, and the prince moved forward silently, but he still didn't hear clearly.

"You'll find out later! Is there anything to eat? Don't worry, I won't eat you for nothing!"

The words landed, and a ball of paper popped out of the hole poked by the prince's silent fingers.

The man in white pointed to the paper ball and said, "Just now, the deity watched your luck and Gong is actually the Taiyan Sutra, and it just so happens that I have a piece of scripture here, and I have the right to give it to you as a gift." No thanks, just give me something to eat. ”

"Taiyan Sutra?"

The prince was puzzled, "Isn't it the Great Yan Sutra?" he suspiciously picked up the paper ball on the ground.

The yellowish-gray paper ball is soft to the touch, as if it has just passed through the soft deerskin of small gray bubbles, heavy and slippery.

The prince looked at it silently, and what was written on it was indeed the "Taiyan Sutra", which was exactly the same as what Gong Ju had passed on to him.

"I've had this for a long time. ”

"Will you take a closer look?" the man in white followed.

Seeing the expectation and determination on the face of the man in white, Wang Zimo looked down again.

The texture of the yellow roll in his hand is soft, like silk but not silk, and it looks like animal skin but it doesn't. The text on it is indeed the Great Yan Sutra, but when Wang Zimo looked down again, he suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization.

"Well, I didn't lie to you!"

The man in white suddenly stretched out his right arm from the wall, and then retracted it again, "This is the Taiyan Sutra, the real scripture is not only the words, but also the meaning, the meaning hidden between the lines! Quick, find me something to eat, I'm dying of hunger!"

If the Great Yan Sutra passed on to Wang Zimo by Gong Ju is a painting, then this Taiyan Sutra is the world in the painting, the real world.

It's as if one is the original and the other is a remaster.

The latter only copied the form, but did not really express the "meaning" that the man in white said.

The prince stared at the yellow roll in his hand, and subconsciously took out a berry from his pocket and threw it over.

The rippling walls suddenly rippled, and only a "coo" sound was heard, and the berries actually appeared in the hands of the man in white through the wall.

"This wall can go in and out, it's weird!"

The prince was silent and suspicious, but his face showed no expression.

"There is also a Baiyun Temple in the miasma, which has long made people feel guilty, but I didn't expect strange things to happen one after another in this Baiyun Temple, and I have to prevent it!"

Thinking of this, the prince quietly put away the yellow scroll in his hand and retreated to the door, and before the door was closed and slipped away, he saw the man in white in the wall suddenly pounce on the wall fiercely, and scolded: "You come back for me!"

"I think you're trying to eat me!"

Just now, when the prince was silently looking at the Taiyan Sutra, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the man in white sticking his arm out of the wall, and he raised his vigilance at that time. At this time, the man in white behaved abnormally, so he was even more sure that he had a bad idea.

"Okay, you come back, I won't eat you. ”

The man in white suddenly changed his pleading tone: "As long as you help me pull out the sword at the door, I will swear to Huang Tian to help you do one thing, anything!

"Hey, don't you hear me!"

"You're back!"

"Three, I'll do three things for you!"