"Poof!"

The dull sound of the head falling to the ground came from within the courtyard wall, and there was no need to look at it at all, the situation of the human head rolling in the courtyard naturally appeared in Yang Yi's mind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This situation was not a reflection of his mind's attention, but another reflection of a very subtle beyond the senses, so that even though he had not seen the specific situation in the temple with his own eyes, in this strange state, his heart moved, and everything in the temple came to his mind, as if he had seen it.

He clearly "saw" that a little nun in the courtyard heard the voice, looked curiously at the rolling head on the ground, and then covered her mouth and screamed.

The screaming sound alarmed all the nuns in the nunnery, and a group of old nuns, little nuns, and middle nuns all ran into the courtyard and looked at the two human heads on the ground.

In the exclamation, a kind old nun walked to the side and took a look, let out a Buddha horn, shook his head and sighed, and looked at a man and woman beside him.

Although Yang Yi was outside the door, he could still feel Lao Ni's subtle emotions towards men's women, which seemed to be complaining, helpless, and mixed with a little pity.

The man and woman bowed their heads and said to the old nun: "Concubine Xuan is reckless and ignorant, and she is really ashamed to be involved in the battle between the rivers and lakes." ”

Lao Ni sighed and said: "Fate comes and goes, life and death, there are perfect things in the world, the small temple is short, and the rivers and lakes are not allowed to fight, you go!"

The man and woman were quite ashamed, glanced at the head of the person on the ground, trembled slightly a few times, and then walked behind the gate of the nunnery and pushed the courtyard door open. The image of Yang Yi straddle the horse and hold the halberd came into her eyes.

"Concubine Xuan?"

Yang Yi's eyes flashed, and he looked at the man and woman who pushed open the courtyard door.

Just looking at the appearance of this woman, Yang Yi is used to seeing beautiful women, and she can't go against her heart to say that she looks ugly, although at this time she is dressed as a scribe, with a jade face and red lips, like the undulating outline of the mountains and rivers of the aura of Zhong Tiandi, and the whole body exudes an extraordinary charm of being out of the world, and a long sword on her back adds a heroic spirit to her.

She just went to that station, and a feeling of a fairy descending to the mortal dust grew leisurely.

The two looked at each other for a moment, she lowered her head slightly, and bowed, "But Mr. Yang Yi has arrived?" ”

Yang Yi sat on the saddle bridge, looking at the girl opposite, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You know me?"

Concubine Xuan raised her head to look at Yang Yi, her beautiful and dusty face like the goddess of Luoshui did not show any emotion, and said lightly: "Mr. Yang made a big fuss in Chang'an City, broke Nanyang alone, and killed Wang Shichong of Luoyang, and his fame moved the world, and now he is looking at the world, who else doesn't know the name of Mr.?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Oh? So I already have such a big name?"

The concubine was expressionless and silent.

Yang Yi put away his smile and said softly, "Are you a disciple of Buddhism?"

Concubine Xuan couldn't help but answer this sentence, and nodded at the moment: "Cihang Jingzhai is a tributary of Buddhism. ”

"That's good!"

Yang Yi's voice was still very soft, "What is the doctrine of Buddhism?

Shi Fei Xuan's body was shocked when she heard this, and the words "Shi Tai" were no less than a thousand pounds of hammer hitting her heart.

Although she has been a monk since she was a child, she has always had long hair and has never shaved her head.

He is a Buddha, but he is not pure.

Since she came out of the mountain, she has been dressed as a secular daughter's family, and after a long time, there is only a toiling woman who is running back and forth in her heart, Miss Fairy, and there is no Buddhist disciple who holds the precepts and practices the concubine Xuan.

Yang Yi's shout of "Mrs. Shi" was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, and it seemed to be a stick in the head, which suddenly made her suddenly change color, her body trembled slightly, and her mind was blank for a while.

When he came to his senses, he heard Yang Yi sneering and mocking, "Why, isn't the master fairy even too lazy to tell Yang the Buddhist scriptures?"

When Shi Fei Xuan listened to him, she bit the three words "Shi Fairy" very hard, with a very strong irony, her pretty face turned slightly pale, and she sighed: "Mr. Yang, don't laugh at Fei Xuan, where am I qualified to preach doctrine to Mr. Sir is a dragon among people, and Fei Xuan's Buddhism is shallow, and she is not qualified to speak to the outside world, but she has disappointed Mr. ”

She looked up at Yang Yi, her pretty face full of doubts and resentment, "Mr. Yang, the Jade Crane Nunnery is a place of silent cultivation, why are you throwing people's heads and messing with my Buddhist practice?"

Yang Yi said with a smile, "Today, the Buddha Gate lost a Garuda bird, and I saw that he was evil and ate people, so I slaughtered it with my hands, but I have to say a word to the master's family anyway, otherwise the reason will not be justified!"

Concubine Xuan's face suddenly changed color, "Mr. Yang said that he laughed, Zhu Can, the king of Garuda, has nothing to do with my Buddhism!"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Is it related, let's not talk about it for the time being, since the master knows that there is such a person as Garuda in the world, why don't you wield the color empty sword to kill this fang and eliminate harm for the people?"

The long sword carried behind the concubine Xuan's back is called the color empty sword, and it is obtained as the meaning of "the color is not different from the empty, and the empty is not different from the color" in Buddhism.

At this time, listening to Yang Yi's question, he bowed his head and said, "Concubine Xuan is a monk, how can she do such a killing thing?"

Yang Yi laughed when he heard this, "You don't want to kill?"

He looked at Concubine Xuan, shook his head and said, "You don't do anything to kill, but why do you kill people in the Demon Gate?"

Concubine Xuan bowed her head and said: "The people in the Demon Gate kill people, and Concubine Xuan is the way to subdue demons, and she has to do it as a last resort." ”

Yang Yi sneered: "Murder and murder? Let me ask you, do you know about Zhu Can, the king of Garuda, eating people?"

The concubine trembled and was silent.

Yang Yi's voice continued to sound, "Although there are some people in the Demon Gate who should be killed, there are not many people who are evil, and even if they are evil, there are only a few people who die. ”

His voice rumbled, and the dead branches of the trees on both sides shook endlessly, "All the people in the Demon Gate are combined, but there are many people who eat Zhu Can? You don't kill cannibal demons like Zhu Can, but you come to Chang'an to talk about the general trend of the world? Where is the compassionate heart of your Buddhism? You don't care about the life and death of the people, but you still call yourself the leader of the White Dao, you are not ashamed!"

Concubine Xuan's expression on her face changed, and she was still speechless.

"You're speechless after all!"

The more Yang Yi spoke, the more angry he became, urging him to step forward and stab him with his halberd, "Lao Tzu is the most annoying hypocrite in his life, a fake Taoism!"

His halberd stabbed out, and the senior concubine didn't even have time to pull out the color empty sword, her body was like a mud, like a spider web, like being in the deepest nightmare, but she couldn't wake up, and she was about to be pierced through her chest by Yang Yi's halberd.

A burst of energy hit Yang Yi's back, and the energy condensed like a substance, and smashed it fiercely.

"Huh?"

Yang Yi's body did not move, his right hand was still stabbing forward, but his left hand was waving towards his back in an action that did not conform to the structure of the human body at all, catching the smashed air column.

"Boom!"

In the explosion, the yellow horse neighed, leaned forward suddenly, and raised its two hind hooves high, kicking towards the enemy who was shocked by Yang Yi's palm.

After another bang was heard, the person who came flew out with a muffled grunt, and his body hit a big tree, and with a click, it had already broken the big tree.

"Hehe, if you want to save people from Yang, it's a bit self-conscious!"

At this time, the halberd had already placed itself on the beautiful and slender jade neck of the concubine, and slowly dragged her to the horse.

Yang Yi looked at the surprised concubine, "Since the master is a monk, what's the use of having long hair?"

Yang Yi stretched out his hand and pulled out a short sword from his combat boots, "I'll be tired of shaving my master's degree!"

(To be continued.) )