... The female Zhongzhuan arrived at the side of Zong Zhen, who was killed, leaned over and picked up the three-foot sword that was still given by him, looked at the sword body without any traces of damage, and admired it sincerely: "The quality of this sword is not bad, and it can still be intact under the explosion of ** beads." After I stepped into the Qi Cultivation Realm, I needed to refine a flying sword, and this sword could be used together. Or maybe I'll keep it for myself. ”

Reflexively returned to the guest room, put the burden containing the Guanghan flower, the indigo cold stone and the treasure map on his back, and looked at the two strong men in suits who were lying on the ground and had been out of breath for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh lightly and said, "You two, although you were not killed by me, but you also died because of me. I only hope that the two of you can have a stable and happy life in the next life. ”

A simple singing voice that goes straight to the depths of people's souls came out of Zhang Wenzhong's mouth. This is the oldest and most authentic requiem spell. With the sound of the requiem spell, two translucent, looming souls appeared above the bodies of the two strong men in suits.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for our time. The two souls bowed to Zhang Wenzhong in unison, and then the figure became more and more transparent, and finally disappeared completely, stepping into the way of reincarnation. Because of Zhang Wenzhong's requiem spell, even if the two of them cannot be reincarnated into a wealthy and noble family in their next life, they can at least be reincarnated into a well-off family. Live a plain, but stable and happy life. There is no need to beg for a living on the edge of the knife like in this life.

After giving the souls of the two strong men in suits, Zhang Wenzhong picked up the copycat mobile phone that he had just thrown aside at random. It's a pity that the quality of this copycat mobile phone is not very good, and after a fall, it can't even turn it on. In desperation, Zhang Wenzhong could only put the striking mobile phone into the baggage, and then said to the three-legged black that was resting on his shoulder: "Go and find out where Third Sister Yang is now." ”

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"Yes, master. The three-legged black answered, flapped his wings and flew up from Zhang Wenzhong's shoulder, and instantly flew out of the window and soared into the dark night sky.

Zhang Wenzhong carried a burden on his back, carried a three-foot sword, and walked briskly towards the outside of the Sunshine Hotel.

Just as Zhang Wenzhong left the Sunshine Hotel with his front foot, several security personnel from the Sunshine Hotel cautiously came to the guest room where Zhang Wenzhong lived. They had received complaints from other guests on the level that there had been a brawl on the level, and that someone had been killed to arrive at the level. Strangely, this layer of surveillance, for some reason, has all turned into large snowflakes.

It's just a few. When the security personnel saw the two strong men in suits who died in the guest room, and Zong Lei who died in the aisle, they couldn't help but change their faces, and exclaimed:

"Isn't this guest room opened by the third sister to her guests?"

"Aren't these two suit-wearing bodyguards in the guest room all the people next to the third sister? They are all very powerful people, how could they die here?"

"Look, there's a naked corpse in the hallway. Damn, who can tell me before that. What's going on here? Why is there a problem with all the surveillance cameras on this floor?"

A few security personnel, look at me. I looked at you, and at the end they all said in unison, "What are we going to do?"

Just when the security personnel of the Sunshine Hotel had a headache what to do, Zhang Wenzhong had already quietly walked out of the Sunshine Hotel. With his cultivation as a heaven-level master, it was not difficult to leave the hotel without being seen by ordinary people.

Just as he walked out of the Sunshine Hotel, the three-legged black flying in the dark night sky perched on his shoulder, and put the bird's beak to his ear, and said in a faint voice that only he could see: "Master, I have found the position of Yang Sanjie and them now. ”

Zhang Wenzhong instructed: "Lead me over." ”

"Yes. The three-legged black answered, and immediately flapped his wings. It flew up from Zhang Wenzhong's shoulder and flew towards the southwest. Zhang Wenzhong followed behind it, galloping fast. At this time, he didn't care about hiding in front of ordinary people. Fortunately, it was early in the morning. The streets of Jinjin City were deserted, and there were no people. Otherwise, maybe tomorrow on the Internet, there will be something like "Wild Ultraman descends on Jinjin City, sit and wait for the monster to come out and take over." And "Is he forced by life or trapped by love?" and "Is he forced by life or trapped by love?" and watch a well-known psychological expert fool you to reveal the secret behind the crazy man in the early morning. Posts like that are coming.

After a very wild run, Zhang Wenzhong was led by the three-legged black to the outskirts of Jinjin City, a building called "Epiphany Nunnery." In front of the nunnery.

This is an ancient and elegant nunnery. At this time, the door of the nunnery was closed, and the nunnery was silent, not even the slightest light. Through the bright moonlight, through the gray walls around the hermitage, you can see the shadows of the trees in the hermitage.

Looking at this nunnery, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, then looked sideways at the three-legged black perched on his shoulder, and said with some surprise: "Are you sure that Third Sister Yang and them are in this nunnery?"

"I do cry that in the nunnery, there is not only the second sister Yang and the fourth sister, but also the smell of the human named Zhang Hu.

After receiving the reply of the three-legged black, Zhang Wenzhong nodded, walked to the door of the nunnery, and slapped the door.

"Bang bang bang. The knock on the door, in the quiet of the early hours of the morning, was exceptionally clear and loud.

After a few knocks, there was a creepy creak. In the sound, it slowly opened. However, behind this hermitage gate, there was no one.

Such a situation would be encountered by ordinary people. Even if you don't turn around and run, you'll be scared enough to think about it. But for the well-informed Zhang Wenzhong, such a trick can only be regarded as a small trick, it is okay to scare ordinary people, but it is impossible to scare him.

Zhang Wenzhong stepped into the epiphany.

A gravel path leads straight from the gate to the temple. On both sides of this gravel path, there are lush woods and flowers. Under the reflection of the bright moonlight, the mottled shadows of the trees cast on the gravel path, which is quite a bit of a strange atmosphere of yīn forest.

Just when Zhang Wenzhong stepped on the gravel path, a bright light suddenly lit up in the Buddhist hall in front of him. In the dim light, a twenty-year-old bhikshuni dressed in a garment stood in front of a closed hall with her eyes closed. She held a string of one hundred and eight ** beads in her hand, but her mouth was reciting "Golden Net Sa Hammering Spell" in Sanskrit. Although the voice of her chanting was very slight, it clearly entered Zhang Wenzhong's ears and went straight into his soul.

Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help laughing and said, "Xiao Shi Tai ** is reciting the "Golden Net Sa Fierce Spell"?

"Aren't you?" said the young bhikshuni. Her voice was extremely clean, without a trace of impurities mixed in with it. It makes people feel good when they hear it. Suddenly, it was as if all the grievances and hatreds, all the greed, hatred and delusion were all baited in her clean and refreshing voice.

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Even Zhang Wenzhong's divine sense showed signs of loosening in an instant. But soon he stabilized his mind again, smiled indifferently, and exclaimed: "What a trick lotus trick, I didn't expect that the little master was too young, and he actually cultivated to the level of the heaven-level." It was only at this time that he realized that the appearance of this year's light bhikshuni was really seven or eight points similar to that of Third Sister Yang. Presumably, she should be the younger sister that Yang Sanjie said.

Zhang Wenzhong never thought that the third sister Yang who was like Sister Feng would actually have a sister who was a monk and a nun and had reached the heaven-level cultivation. And her sister's xìng grid is actually diametrically opposed to her xìng grid. It seems that in this sister's body, the extraordinary talent obtained because of the blood curse is in the cultivation of martial arts and Zen.

"You're not bad, you dare to break into my epiphany with a sword. Presumably, you are the new heaven-level master of the Huainan Sect, the Soul Chasing Sword Sect?" said the young bhikshuni. What she said was very flat from beginning to end, without the slightest mood swing.

"I'm not Zong Lei, Zong Lei has been killed by me. Zhang Wenzhong smiled and said, "My surname is Zhang, my name is Wenzhong, and I can be regarded as a friend of Third Sister Yang." I know she's here, and if you don't believe my identity, you can let her come out and meet me, and you'll be able to tell who I am. ”

"Are you Zhang Wenzhong?" the young bhikshuni raised her eyebrows slightly, obviously having heard Third Sister Yang mention Zhang Wenzhong's name.

"I'm Zhang Wenzhong. Zhang Wenzhong nodded in response.

A "squeak." The sound of the door sounded again, and the old wooden door of the Buddhist hall was opened from the inside at this time, and through this gap, the people hidden in the Buddhist hall were able to witness Zhang Wenzhong's appearance by the light and moonlight.

Mu Shan Liang of the Buddha Hall was about to be pushed away, and Yang Sanjie jumped out of it excitedly, shouting excitedly: "Zhang Wenzhong? Sure enough, it's you! Haha, great, you're not dead!"

"Thank you for your concern. Zhang Wenzhong smiled at Sanjie Yang.

Glancing at the excited Third Sister Yang, and then at Zhang Wenzhong, a young bhikshuni dressed in cat clothes, she turned around without saying a word and walked towards the simple small thatched house next to the Buddha hall.

"Yang Mi'er, where are you going?" Seeing that she was leaving, Third Sister Yang hurriedly shouted.

Without looking back, the bhikshuni replied, "Go back to the house for meditation." With Zhang Daoyou here, the people of the Huainan Sect should not dare to come to you for trouble. Also, please remember that the poor Nifa is silent. Yang Mi'er is no longer in the world. ”

Claiming to be a silent little nun and calling Zhang Wenzhong a Taoist friend is not untargeted. Although she couldn't tell that Zhang Wenzhong was a cultivator, the immortal aura that filled Zhang Wenzhong's whole body made her sure that even if Zhang Wenzhong was not a Taoist, the martial arts he practiced should also be a Taoist lineage. That's why she calls Zhang Wenzhong a Taoist friend.

"Yang Wei'er, okay, Master Wuyin, Master Wuyin, don't be busy walking first, I still have something to say to you. Third Sister Yang didn't look back when she saw her, and hurriedly shouted. ，