January passed quietly, among the nameless peaks, on the straight stone cliff, a cave like a fist mark was exposed in the sun, and in the depths of the cave, Liu Boqin was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The torn cut on his body was now gone, not even a tiny scar. On that day, with the help of the formation laid by his predecessors, with the slightest opportunity when the thunder fell, Liu Boqin escaped from the hands of the demon shadow, which was the most serious trauma he had suffered in decades.

With the Dao heart that is as hard as iron, crystal clear and does not leave a trace of smoke and dust, that touch of persistence. Liu Boqin didn't stop his footsteps and left that space.

It was only when he left that he realized that the exit was no longer Double Fork Ridge, and even he didn't know where he was. But the wounds on his body could not allow him to delay for a moment, so he had to find the cliff that ordinary mortal beasts could not reach, and the ninja stabbed a punch and pulled out this cave for retreat.

It was too late to even lay out a short answer formation, and Liu Boqin had already fallen to the ground and fainted. It was also his vitality that was strong, and there was a hint of fate, and when he woke up, the opening in his chest had closed, but his broken bones had not yet recovered, so he had to heal here.

As for later, Liu Boqin, who had recovered a trace of strength, concentrated on it, and there was no need to lay down the formation and hide this cave like a fist print, so naturally Liu Boqin did not do anything, and since then there has been this strange cave on the cliff of this comparison.

As the morning sun rises, a ray of golden sunlight falls into the cave, and Liu Boqin, who is sitting on the ground, slowly opens a pair of closed eyes, only the gentleness in the calm, and no light that shoots out, like two clear warm jades.

The five fingers of his left hand clenched into a fist, feeling the force. Liu Boqin's face showed a trace of sadness, although the broken bones had healed at this time, they still had not recovered to the peak, and his strength could only be exerted fifty percent, which was a little unoptimistic for him at this moment.

Because of the retreat and healing, Liu Boqin can be said to have no understanding of the surrounding environment, in this case, no trace of strength is the basis for saving life, how can Liu Boqin feel relaxed.

But thinking of the perception of hearing the figure preaching, Liu Boqin's face still showed a smile, only to see his palm flipped, and suddenly a small bell the size of a teacup fell into his palm, the bell body was crystal clear, and it was covered with Taoist scriptures and talismans, just like a strange Taoist scripture.

In this month's time, the Dao bell hangs in the sea of knowledge, and the melodious sound washes Liu Boqin's mind from time to time, and he feels the interweaving of Tao and reason.

This Dao bell, although there is still a record of the intention, but that trace of the will of the celestial monk has been eliminated, and it can no longer affect Liu Boqin's mind, but there is no longer that trace of deterrence, if there will be any previous things in the future, only Liu Boqin himself.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but no matter what, Liu Boqin still survived, which is a blessing in misfortune!

Returning Xiao Zhong to the sea of knowledge, his divine sense suddenly poked out of the sea of knowledge and swept the boundaries around Liu Boqin. When he was young, a smile appeared on Liu Boqin's face, and a quaint temple appeared in the perception of divine consciousness.

If there is a temple, there must be people, and even if they are not there at this time, there are traces to be found. Naturally, Liu Boqin can know where he is at the moment, and it may not be difficult to go back. After thinking about it, Liu Boqin left suddenly, his body turned into a streamer, and he headed towards the temple.

In the morning sun, the quaint temple stands, the mottled courtyard wall has been broken, I don't know how much wind and rain it has experienced, how much time has passed. In front of the closed temple gate, two stone lions that have been entangled with plants and trees, can not see the original face, but still look tall, think that the incense here must be strong before coming, otherwise you can't carve this stone lion of the size of a few feet.

In the temple, a huge locust tree towers, even the high courtyard wall still can't cover it, the thick trunk of the tree has experienced wind and rain, there is a trace of mottled branches pulled out, forming a giant umbrella-like canopy, one by one emerald green leaves, absorbing the sunlight falling in the sky, leaving its shrouded shade.

Liu Boqin's figure fell silently in the air, like a student who traveled through the mountains and rivers, and his Confucian robe added a touch of elegance. Liu Boqin raised his head slightly, and saw that on the door of the temple, there were three clear gilded characters on a plaque - Lanruo Temple.

"Lanruo Temple!" Liu Boqin groaned slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he secretly said in his heart: "It won't be that Lanruo Temple! I didn't expect that I would come to Lanruo Temple one day, I don't know if I will encounter something interesting!"

Thinking about it, Liu Boqin stepped out briskly, stretched out his hand and gently pushed on the closed portal, not wanting to open it. Liu Boqin pushed and tried, as if someone had closed the door, and with a slight sweep of his senses, he saw that the deadbolt behind the door was inserted.

At this moment, Liu Boqin's heart did not have a trace of unhappiness, and a smile appeared on his face, and the door bolt was plugged in, naturally there are people in this Lanruo Temple, and some people can ask for directions by themselves, which is naturally very good.

Liu Boqin pulled up the rusty door knocker, gently knocked on the wooden door, made a crisp sound, and said, "Is there anyone?"

Liu Boqin's divine sense clearly perceives the existence of people in this Lanruo Temple, at this time, since he wants to play a scholar who travels the mountains and rivers, he naturally can't show his strength, and a mortal always has to make some noise when he arrives at someone else's "territory", so he naturally has a call at this time.

Hearing Liu Boqin's shout and the sound of knocking on the door, the figure sitting under the huge locust tree slowly opened his eyes, only to see that this person's two feet long white eyebrows were lowered, a pair of eyes were full of wisdom, and the robe looked shabby, but there were wisps of Buddha light that could not be seen with the naked eye.

This person is the only living person in this Lanruo Temple, and he is also the only monk, host, and master of this Lanruo Temple. Hearing Liu Boqin's shout, his seemingly old body did not see a trace of trembling, and he quickly stood up from the ground and muttered to himself: "Amitabha, I don't want anyone to come here, but I don't know who it is." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the gate, and he stepped on the ground barefoot, and as he stepped out, there were wisps of thin golden light flashing, but every step he took was not unusual, just like a mortal.

But the huge locust tree behind him, with the departure of the old monk, the dense leaves of the tree automatically made a rustling sound without wind, as if the tree was shaking on its own.