Hongyao immediately covered his mouth with his hand, for fear that he couldn't help but scream, his eyes were wide open, full of panic, and then he looked at his uncle.

The ancestor of the demon clan was also shocked when he saw this, and invaded the hearts of Guan people with the power of divine thoughts, and wanted to find out, and it was naturally best to help him get out of trouble.

After a moment's effort, Old Ancestor sighed and said with a solemn face: "The situation is not very good, his divine sense is becoming more and more fragile for some reason, if I forcibly intervene, I am afraid that his wisp of spiritual fire will be extinguished immediately." ”

Hongyao's heart tightened, even this demon ancestor was helpless, it can be imagined how dangerous Guan Ren's current situation should be, she looked at her uncle, and said with tears: "That....... So what should I do?" As soon as the words came out, it was a choked voice.

Seeing that she was holding back her tears and looking pitiful, the ancestor felt very sorry in his heart, and said softly: "Be good, don't cry, uncle will do his best." ”

Red Medicine bit her lip and nodded slightly.

The ancestor of the demon clan raised two fingers, approached the center of Guan Ren's eyebrows, and drew out a faint green flame, burning and jumping at his fingertips, although there was no wind, but it was also flickering, dim and dim, looking like it was about to die.

The old ancestor's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the extremely distant void, and said in a deep voice: "Demon Tu Hu Qingxuan, borrow the Buddha headlamp of Guibao Temple for use." Human life is at stake, please forgive me for being rude. ”

Thousands of miles away, in a thousand-year-old temple, 100 monks are meditating and chanting in the temple. The leader was an old monk, who had been knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras with the monks, but for some reason, the hand holding the mallet suddenly paused, but soon returned to normal.

In front of the statue of the Buddha of the Twelve Zhang, the lotus green lantern used to worship incense suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Hu Qingxuan, the ancestor of the demon clan, flicked the spiritual fire on his fingertips into the Buddha lamp, which was originally shaky, but the flame that was about to die suddenly stabilized.

And at this moment, a voice also sounded in Hu Qingxuan's ears: "Amitabha, it is rare that the Great Demon King has a compassionate heart and borrows a lamp to save people, which is good." ”

Hu Qingxuan said with a smile: "I hope that Master Jiaye will take care of himself, and on the day my demon clan comes out of the mountain, I will definitely go to Bodhisattva Prefecture and have a few drinks with the master." ”

The old monk hurriedly clasped his palms together and said, "Sins and sins, Amitabha." ”

Hu Qingxuan looked at the red medicine and said, "Girl, you should take good care of this green lamp, and don't let the lamp oil dry up." ”

Hongyao hurriedly blocked the Buddha lamp with his arm, and when he saw a trace of wind, his eyes looked fixedly at the lamp oil turned by the wishes of all living beings, and he dared to breathe hard.

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In the world of minds.

The ruins of the city have been rooted in the willow sea, the wind blows the fine leaves, and the green waves are thousands of stacks.

Although Wangjiang Tower has not collapsed yet, it has also cracked thousands of ways, only one foot away. In front of the building, thousands of willow silks wriggled and entangled, like a nest of pythons, burying Guan Ren at the bottom.

At the moment when the fire of Guan people's hearts is fostered in the green lantern in front of the Buddha, goose feathers and heavy snow suddenly float in the world of minds, and the shadow of the person who kneels and worships the Buddha is reflected on each snow flake. Snowflakes are falling, and green leaves are withering.

High in the sky, there was a sudden 'huh', and then he was surprised: "There are all living beings who are willing to bless you, and your Excellency's life is very precious." ”

Downstairs in Wangjiang, the willow silk retreated, revealing a bluestone ground, and the people were covered in blood, gasping on their backs, and the scene was desolate.

The laughter of Uncle Liu came from heaven and earth: "Your Excellency's life is not long, and this great Buddha fate will be enjoyed by me." ”

After speaking, a white-clothed Bodhisattva statue suddenly appeared before the high heaven and the great day, with a fearless seal in his left hand and a willow branch in his right hand, the Buddha's light shines brightly, and the treasure is solemn.

The sound of the sky sounded in the sky, long and long, quite majestic: "I am one of the thirty-three images of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I am called 'Medicine Master Guanyin'." By cultivating the Dharma of sentient beings, they can eliminate all diseases. Whoever sees me, Ruden rejoices. ”

The sound echoed in the blue darkness, and the falling snowflakes suddenly stagnated in the air, not falling for a long time. I don't know when, the snowflakes all turned into rain and fell, and the willow sea met the rain and reissued new leaves.

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"Uncle, the lamp ..... ...... lamp," Red Medicine panicked.

Hu Qingxuan saw that the lights were getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't help frowning, and scolded in his heart: "Liu family boy, are you fighting with grandpa? Then he thought that the difference between the two generations was really huge, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Hongyao looked at the green glimmer of the Buddha lamp that was only the size of a bean, panicked in his heart, holding the Buddha lamp in both hands, and the look of concern was like holding a premature baby, and he turned around and shouted: "Uncle, think of a way." ”

A person like her, who is so eccentric and smart, even counts on others.

Hu Qingxuan paced back and forth, his brows not stretching for a long time. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his eyes rolled a few times, and he said secretly: "Try it." ”

In the territory of Zhongzhou, there is a 'Qingmo Mountain', there is a spring pond in the belly of the mountain, there are several springs at the bottom of the pool, the pool water is as black as ink, the name is 'washing inkstone pool'.

Legend has it that the inkstone pond is the source of 'ink', and the inkstone pond is not clear for a day, and the ink under the mountain will always be as black as ink.

There is a woman in white clothes standing under the pool, holding a pen in one hand, holding the cuff in the other hand, and is inscribed on the wall of the pool.

The woman's face is beautiful, her chin is not as sharp as others, but round and lovely, with delicate facial features and delicate skin. The most memorable thing is the big black eyes, like a child who does not know anything about the world.

She wrote for a long time, and was about to fill the entire pool wall, but when she looked closely, it was all the word 'clear'.

"The old man demon Tu Hu Qingxuan, borrow the 'sweat and green pen' of the girl of the historian to use it, let's write down the kindness first, and we will be paid in the future. ”

The woman in white seemed to suffer from a mouth disease, and said in sign language: "Seniors must borrow and repay." ”

"Haha, a lovely female doll, the old man will return it. ”

The woman smiled, passed the sweaty green pen with both hands, and waved goodbye to the void.

Hu Qingxuan pointed at the same time, broke off the man's shirt, and wrote on his skin with a pen......

"Everything has its origins and ends, and everything has its end. Knowing the order, the nearest is the way. ”

"If you talk about all appearances, you are right and wrong. He also said that all sentient beings are not sentient beings. ”

"The softest in the world, the strongest in the world. ”

"If the mountains are like water, water is good for all things without fighting. ”

"If you see me with your voice and your voice, and ask me with your voice, you are walking in evil ways, and you cannot see me as it comes. ”

"Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. The gentleman is respectful and does not lose. ”

"If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the long-lived, he is not a bodhisattva. ”