Not long after the old abbot left, a white-faced and chubby monk walked into the Buddhist hall and said, "Master Jiannan, the abbot asked the poor monk to take you to the meditation room to rest." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Chen Jiannan carried the ice coffin and followed behind the monk Zhike, and Xiao Haohao held the little monkey and followed behind with a jump.

Along the way, many monks cast unkind glances, as if they wanted to pounce on him and kill him.

Although those monks bared their teeth, they didn't dare to do anything to him in broad daylight.

Zhiqin said that his death had nothing to do with Chen Jiannan, and he was still a guest of the abbot.

With Zhi's kindness, even if he was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, he would not blame the poisonous snake, could it be that the senior brothers just let the poisonous snake slip away like this?

The monk led him around a clear turquoise lake reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, around the corridor covered with glazed tiles, and the corridor was full of watercolor paintings of Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, Vajra, and believers propagating Buddhist teachings, and took him into a spacious meditation room, and bowed to leave.

The incense extracted from the precious agarwood is burned in the meditation room, and the smoke is pervasive, which makes people feel refreshed, comfortable and open.

Chen Jiannan untied the ice coffin and put it aside, while he sat on the bed and meditated to heal his wounds.

Carrying a cold and biting ice coffin for a long time, and not daring to be too lucky to resist the cold, his vertebrae were severely frostbitten, and there were often bursts of tingling pain.

When the stinging sensation came, it was like a steel needle piercing into the bone marrow, and the pain was unbearable.

Although Chen Jiannan's cultivation is profound, he is not an immortal.

Even immortals will be injured, and even immortals will be annihilated in the merciless river of time, turning into dust and elementary particles.

The vitality washed over his body like a tsunami, strengthening his muscles and bones, and at the same time massaging his vertebrae, so that the frostbite was reduced.

Chen Jiannan found that the frostbite lesions in the bone marrow were chronic, and they could only be adjusted slowly, and impatience would not help.

In addition, he has a lot of yin and evil qi in his body, which also aggravates the condition of bone marrow frostbite and makes the lesion more complex and difficult to treat.

Maybe the hollow old abbot can completely heal his injuries, Chen Jiannan thought.

Xiao Haohao grabbed a plain pillowcase and shook his head back and forth in the meditation room.

The little monkey chased the little white fur ball rolling in the ground, but he could not catch it, so anxious that he became a monkey, waving his paws and squeaking.

The little monkey couldn't catch the hair, so he ran over to complain to Xiao Haohao.

He pointed to the little furball and squeaked, which seemed to mean that he was asking his little friend to punish Maomao.

The little monkey is very smart and knows that the little furball is a living thing.

The small hairball is the size of a clump of peanut kernels, full of elastic flesh color, and there are many folds on the skin, I don't know if it is the closed eyes, ears, mouth and nose and other facial features.

Chen Jiannan's five senses were very keen, and he heard a monk in the distance saying: "Senior Brother Zhi's relics, dozens of golden relics are being enshrined in the lobby of the main hall." ”

Then some monks who heard the news ran to pay their respects.

But only a high monk can produce a relic, and a wise monk died in the prime of life, but he actually produced a relic, but he was a monk with a Buddha fate.

Monk Zhizhi gave out the relics, which made Chen Jiannan have an idea in his heart, I don't know if the hollow old abbot agrees or not.

He won't go back to the Lost Immortal Gate, and maybe he won't be able to go back.

Yin Susu's death made Chen Jiannan have a deep sense of resistance to the Misty Immortal Gate that gave birth to him and raised him, and his sense of belonging is slowly eroding.

Now there is a rumor outside, saying that he killed two families in the East Market, and God knows what will happen when he goes back.

Hanged to show the justice of the Lost Immortal Gate?

Chen Jiannan can still vaguely recall that he only hurt people at that time, not killed.

Obviously, someone is planting a false accusation, but now he is at a loss.

God knows what the head of the church thinks, and God knows what the church masters and elders who fight for power all day long will think.

Going back, his fate was only a few words from a few people in power.

If you don't go back, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly.

His sense of trust and respect for the head of the sect has plummeted because of Yin Susu's hanging, and perhaps they will become strangers in the future.

His feelings for his mother and eldest brother were also alienated by the eldest brother's 'loud drink' at the critical juncture when Wu Jiang was using forbidden witchcraft, resulting in some estrangement, and he lost his previous sense of trust and closeness.

Chen Jiannan felt as if he was the only one in the world, standing alone, with no one to share his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and no one to rely on.

Losing Susu, Chen Jiannan's heart was very sad, and he had a deep sense of loneliness and sadness from the bottom of his heart.

He used to be the genius of the Lost Immortal Gate, the pride of the sky who was famous in the entire continent.

Fate has changed in an instant, and now Chen Jiannan doesn't know where to go.

Chen Jiannan does not regret a relationship with Su Su, just as he does not regret having an innocent and lovely little Haohao.

Yin Susu is innocent and has no city, she is the most kind and innocent person.

The leaders of the righteous sect are all sanctimonious, and they are not hypocrites in their hearts, and there is nothing they can't do in order to compete for fame and fortune.

Including hanging the good-natured Susu to flaunt their decency.

It's better to hang themselves than to hang themselves!

Chen Jiannan's heart was burning with anger, and he was furious.

His body twitched, and the monster laughed for a long time, causing Xiao Haohao to cry in fright.

It didn't take long for Chen Jiannan's abnormal body to calm down, and Xiao Haohao happily played with the little monkey again.

Yin Susu's soul has been exceeded, and the possibility of resurrection is very slim, and he transforms the obsession of resurrecting his lover into a strong desire for revenge.

Chen Jiannan wants to find out the bastards who have pursued him and Su Su one by one, and let those guys go to see Hades.

The obsession of revenge sprouted in his heart like a demon seed, and the demon root grew deeper and deeper, so that his face was hideous and distorted, and a trace of black gas came out of his body.

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At midnight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the sky, and Chen Jiannan stepped into the meditation room of the hollow old abbot.

The clear light of the oil lamp in the meditation room swayed slightly in the breeze, reflecting the wrinkled old face of the old monk.

The hollow old abbot slowly raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said unhurriedly: "Senior nephew Jiannan, there are demon seeds breeding in your heart. ”

"I want to kill. Chen Jiannan's eyes were full of revenge.

"Forget about the past. The old monk sighed.

"I can't forget. Chen Jiannan grabbed the scabbard hard and shook his head resolutely.

The hollow old abbot knew that he would not be able to convince him for a while, so he stopped bothering and said, "Okay, take off your clothes first, and the old man will help you heal first." ”

Chen Jiannan took off his cyan robe, his body was very strong, his muscles were knotted, his skin was bronzed, and he had a sense of streamlining like a cheetah.

The hollow old monk took the ointment, applied it from his vertebrae to his sternum and waist bones, and then used the technique handed down by the Bodhidharma patriarch to push the blood for him.

The soft strength accompanied by the cold medicinal power penetrated from the skin to the bone marrow, and the comfort made him extremely useful all over his body, and he wanted to open his mouth and moan.

The old monk slowly pushed nine hundred and eighty-one circles clockwise and eighty-one times counterclockwise according to the technique of Bodhidharma's boating, and then his palm glowed with golden light, enveloping Chen Jiannan's entire back.

At this time, the comfort was more than a hundred times that of Fang Cai, and even if Chen Jiannan was more determined, he couldn't help but moan comfortably.

Chen Jiannan was very comfortable, but the old monk was engrossed in his actions, and after a while, white smoke rose from his smooth head.

After half a pillar of incense, the old monk finally reaped his credits.

This kung fu seems simple, but it is actually more energy-consuming than a big battle with a strong enemy.

"Okay, the lesion has been removed, but you have to pay attention to maintenance in the future and don't get cold again. The old monk let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen Jiannan thanked the old abbot for his great kindness, and suddenly remembered something, so he said: "The younger generation has a reluctant request, Senior Brother Zhizhi passed away because of me, can you give me a piece of his relics to express my sorrow." ”

The hollow old monk nodded approvingly and said, "The nephew of Jiannan is really a man of temperament, so the old man agreed." ”

The old abbot's decree was passed on, and after a while, a monk came in with a tray wrapped in yellow silk and a relic left by the monk Zhizhi after cremation.

Untie the yellow silk, and the relics shine with golden Buddha light.

Seeing that the relics were like seeing the wise monk in person, Chen Jiannan put away the relics with affection and hid them in his arms properly.

Saying goodbye to the old monk, Chen Jiannan slowly walked out of the meditation room.

Looking up, I saw that the entire temple was shrouded in an empty sky, and the starlight was like lonely eyes, looking at the earth from afar.

Maybe Su Su is in the sky at the moment, looking at him alone.

Walking on the path of the temple, Chen Jiannan intuitively noticed that there were several pairs of cold eyes not far away, like the eyes of hunting beasts, staring at him with bad intentions.

Cultivators have a keen sense of spirituality, and they have a natural premonition of ominous signs.

Chen Jiannan was alarmed, and subconsciously clenched the long sword.

If anyone dares to attack, then kill, his heart has deep demon roots and strong killing intent.

Chen Jiannan walked slowly, and any wind and grass on the side of the road, the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings, the subtle sound of insects eating grass, and the sound of the leaves gently shaking, could not escape his spiritual sense.

There was not a single sound of breathing in the cold eyes in the darkness, and the killer lurked in the darkness like a poisonous snake.

Chen Jiannan remained silent and walked over from a large rock.

Behind the stone, a bald figure in a gray leotard suddenly jumped up, and the moonlight reflected his hideous expression.

It's wonderful, it's a flat nose.

Instead of wearing a monk's robe, he wore a tight-fitting garment to reduce air friction and increase his speed and agility in the air.

Miao's speed was extremely fast, and a short black rod in his hand slashed a phantom shadow and aimed it at the back of his head.

"Die!" Miao let out a mad beast-like roar, and he was going to use the short stick that Senior Brother Zhi used before his death to smash the killer's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The wonderful golden pill is burning, the true yuan in the body is running wildly, and the physical energy is pushed to the limit.

With the will to die, and the weak attack is strong, even if he falls, he will kill the murderer of Senior Brother Zhi.

Burning the golden pill, it is not dead but also crippled.

God-given opportunity, the enemy of the blade is at the moment, and Miao's eyes flashed like a vengeful beast.

The short stick burst out of a black light, bringing a sharp hissing sound of breaking the air, and shot at the back of Chen Jiannan's head with a thunderous momentum.

This trick is a snake stinging tiger, because it is a close-range assault, so it is difficult to prevent.

There was an excited look on his face, and he could already imagine the miserable scene when Chen Jiannan's brain burst out.

Killing Chen Jiannan is a big deal to be confined for ten years, for the sake of Senior Brother Zhi, Liao Miao feels that it is too worthwhile.

The sudden change was sudden, and Chen Jiannan turned around, and a sword light like a sword appeared in front of Miao's body, instantly breaking through his defensive qi layer.

Miao wants to dodge left, wants to dodge right, wants to jump up, wants to sink, wants to hide in the space crack, he wants to play with Xiao Niang'er tonight for a night, just talk, and attack and kill Chen Jiannan tomorrow......

thought of Qingqing's white breasts, and thought of the one hundred taels of silver that Senior Brother Yuan still owed him......

Life was coming to an end, and he was thinking too much.

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