Xiao Banxian always felt that something was wrong, and finally reacted when he heard this, "My friend's master is nearly a hundred years old, and I don't know how old the flower monk is. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone's faces changed, Qian Duoduo thought for a while, and said: "Monk Hua should be in his old age by now. ”

The little half-immortal's face suddenly relaxed, and the innocent gritted his teeth, and the little half-immortal said, "Can this angry eye vajra body be stripped from one person and placed on another?"

Qian Duoduo said: "If the caster has great magical powers, and the transferred object can fully adapt, it is not impossible. ”

Xiao Banxian said: "The younger generation has had several encounters with the pure monk, and his practice is unfathomable, when he has this ability, and my friend is highly talented, you can also see it, maybe it is really as the younger generation guessed." ”

Zheng Qi snorted coldly, "How can there be such a coincidence in the world." ”

The little half-immortal smiled and said, "Even the eight heavenly dragons can wake up, what else is impossible." ”

Zheng Qi was choked speechless, and Hua Siqin said, "Little monk, you come to me." ”

Unsullied looked at Little Half-Fairy, Little Half-Immortal nodded at him, and Innocent walked over, and when he walked to Hua Siqin's side, Hua Siqin grabbed his wrist.

As soon as he touched it, Hua Siqin let go of his hand and said, "This little monk is practicing authentic Buddhism, and his breath is pure and clean. ”

This sentence can be regarded as a final conclusion in the coffin, and the truth is revealed to the public, and the little half-immortal breathes a long sigh. But Wuji was indeed unsettled, his most respected master was inexplicably wronged, and he couldn't bear it.

Qian Duoduo also saw Wuji's emotions, and took the initiative to say: "Little monk, I will accompany you on behalf of my brother-in-law and sister." ”

Qian Duoduo is also a rare person, he took the initiative to apologize, and Wuji is not a person who can ignore people, and his resentment disappeared immediately.

Qian Duoduo smiled at Banxian Renxin and said, "Sure enough, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves, Renxin, in a few years, you can retire with peace of mind." ”

Half Immortal Renxin bowed, "I just hope that their younger generation can carry the banner quickly." ”

Xiao Banxian still remembered that Wujian had just come to him in a hurry, and immediately said, "Seniors, uncle, I will retire with Wujian first. ”

Qian Duoduo nodded with a smile, and then Banxian Renxin said, "Go ahead." ”

The little half-immortal and Wujian left quickly, but Wujian was still very depressed, and asked, "Brother, do you say that the angry eyes on my body are really peeled off by my master from the evil monk?"

Xiao Banxian said: "I don't know, maybe it is." ”

Wuzhi said: "How could my master give me the things of an evil monk." ”

Xiao Banxian Zhengse said: "The Vajra body protector is the same as my Futu sword, anyone can use it, the key is who uses it, embracing the right path is the right way, embracing the crooked road is the evil way, how can I not even understand this truth." ”

Wuzhi said: "Yes, I am obsessed, my brother is right." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "You have such a high level of understanding but you can't figure it out, there is only one reason, that is, you really care, although Buddhism pays attention to the four major emptiness, but I see that even your master has not done it, and you don't have to blame yourself." ”

Speaking of this, the little half-immortal suddenly remembered the reason why Wuji Fang came to him, and asked, "What are you looking for me?"

If it weren't for something very important, Wuji would never come to him rashly.

But now, my mother's appearance has changed so much! The bridge of the nose and eyebrows are wrinkled together, the corners of the mouth are pulled back by wrinkles, and the mouth is shriveled, and the eyes are still so big, but they have lost their brilliance, and they are always staring blankly at the light, and you can see that the fluffy hair is mixed with many silver threads. Yes, mom is getting old, very disproportionately old with the age of 40. When did she get old, maybe when her father died.

The old man is not bad, but he is undignified, with a round face, a small double chin, a bald head, a little crawling nose, a very bright brain, not very smart eyes, a yellow short beard, an old smile, short hands and feet, a round belly, shaking and walking, without raising his eyebrows, mixing and lacking curves, like a cook for the elderly. The material of the clothes is not bad, but the cuffs and necklines are slightly more oily, which reduces the pretty. Every time you take off your hat, there will be heat on your head, which is enough to arouse the favor of others - taking off your hat like a steamer shows sincerity.

There is not a single expression line on her face, her eyes are shiny and bright, black and white, her lips are naturally pink, taut and slightly upturned, and the skin at the knuckles of her elbows is smooth and not loose, in other words, she is like a fresh fruit, how can she not be coveted, even every hair is full of vitality, it has its own life, she shakes her head casually, it is a kind of scenery, the hairs on the forehead have not faded, and a girl of this age will not even look ugly when she cries, not to mention a clever smile.

She seemed to be smiling on her face, with a hint of resentment at the corners of her mouth, covered in plain clothes, at this time the sunset was about to go down, the faint sun shone on her face, he met her this time, not as excited as the past two times, but saw that there were wrinkles hidden between the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, no fat powder on her face, white and tender complexion.

Mom has short black and shiny hair, a pair of thick eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, shallow wrinkles on her face, but she is smiling every day, with a small and delicate nose and a big mouth.

The mother-in-law thought, walked into the room, and sighed. On her thin forehead, wrinkles were clustered into knots. Her lower lip pressed tightly over her shriveled upper lip, suffocating as she held back the anger that rushed out of her heart. The sunken eyes were covered with a vague cloud. She had a few sparse white hairs standing on top of her head and a wig bun on the back of her head. Her back had bent forward. Her two little feet staggered a little. She seemed to be sixty or seventy years old, but in reality she only lived fifty-four years.

He looked at me a little confused, but still sat down obediently, and when I turned around occasionally, I saw him dressed in precious snow-white satin, sitting in the greasy little kitchen, and wearing his hair like a child, looking at my busy back with a smile on his face, and there was an indescribable tenderness and warmth in my heart, as if I had been waiting for this moment all my life.

The door creaked open, revealing a face first. The white is pink, there is no half of the beard, it is full of wrinkles, and one move at a time, just like a pig's belly that has not changed its color and has dried up.

Soon, a stick of incense passed, the ranking of the stele still did not change, Bai Xiaochun was still the first, Zhou Xinqi walked out of the wooden house, her expression was indifferent, and she was completely sure in her heart, this time she used at least eighty percent of her attainments to complete four thousand of the ten thousand medicinal herbs. In her opinion, surpassing the unknown disciple who had some talent was absolute. But the moment she walked out, she didn't hear any sound from outside, and even when she looked at it, everyone's eyes became strange, and even many people showed more intense incredulity.

She still felt it as usual, uneasily, and at the same time her reason laughed at her for the futility of this feeling. But as she reached the middle of the road, she suddenly heard a sound that sounded like crying, and then she saw a dark shadow moving slightly in the corner. She couldn't help but get a little scared and wanted to run away quickly, but her curiosity stopped her to get closer to see what the dark shadow was, whether it was a human or a ghost. She mustered up her courage and walked towards the shadow.

While he was meditating, an extremely subtle movement suddenly floated from the depths of the tunnel. Shan Chao subconsciously thought that someone was coming, and his first reaction was to dodge, but the voice sounded again, obviously not footsteps - but moaning. Intermittently, intermittently, as if enduring a groan of great pain.

At this moment, Zhou Xinqi, who was about to leave, was stunned, she heard the exclamations of the people around her, and when she turned around, she looked at the stone tablet of the first chapter of the grass and trees, and saw the turtle that was in first place there. She frowned slightly at first, and quickly let go, without the slightest wave in her heart, in her mind, the first stone tablet of this grass and tree was obtained when she first became an outer disciple, and at that time, she didn't use all her strength, not to mention that she was completely different from back then.

In the afternoon of the next day, when Bai Xiaochun was thinking about how to make up for the Shouyuan that had been sucked away, he suddenly checked, looked up suddenly, and felt that outside the stove room, there were seven or eight figures galloping towards him. Bai Xiaochun couldn't detect it when he was condensing qi on the first layer, but now on the third layer of condensation, he immediately felt that among the seven or eight figures, the person at the head was Xu Baocai. At the same time, Xu Baocai's voice, with resentment, suddenly came.

Bai Xiaochun's right hand had just been raised, and after hearing these discussions, his heart was suddenly shocked, especially when he heard that the inner disciples were all involved in finding him, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his right hand quickly scratched his head, pretending to be nothing, and quickly put it down. With indignation in his heart, he showed a sad face, a sad sigh, and burrowed into the crowd.

Soon, a twelve-year-old child silently followed Chen's mother, he seemed to know the unfortunate news, his expression changed completely, his eyes were in a daze, and his two hands were thorny on his legs. It took him a great deal of effort to cross the threshold and enter the room. Seeing the situation, he was frightened and stood timidly behind the door.

One warm evening, Baku, the fisherman, and I sat face to face across the table in the house. At this moment, Baku suddenly fell silent, and his big eyes stared at me. I was incredible, but he suddenly stood up, stuck out his tongue, and moved like a frog jumping. Growing terrified, I stealthily got up from my chair and prepared to step out the door.

Of course I can go back the way I came, but it usually takes a lot of time and it's getting dark. In the old days, whenever I wanted to lure me home, I would just say to her, "Go home, girl," and she thought it was a punishment. She would pick up those crazy ears and play with her amber brown eyes at me, her tail between her legs, and glance over her shoulders as if every part of her body was there.

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