After a brief discussion, the three of them prepared to act, and Ye Linfeng loosened the tie to the monk Shouyin.

It was midnight when they started to act, and they decided to divide their troops into two ways, Ji Seventeen went to deliberately attract the attention of the monks in the temple, while Ye Linfeng and the monk Shouyin went to the temple to steal treasures.

The monk was very happy, and walked around the temple in the night.

Ye Linfeng followed behind him, looking around, and broke off for the monk.

Ji Seventeen came to the door of the meditation room where the monks of Kutuo Temple were discussing, and his footwork was strange, and the blood-red robe that reached the ground seemed to float up, flashing into a blood-colored shadow in the dark night.

At this time, it is about a foot away from the front of the door of the meditation room, Ji Seventeen dances the sleeves of the robe lightly, and there are thousands of pieces of paper flying out of the cuffs, these pieces of paper flutter and sway, making a rattling sound, and after a while, the paper side flies to the wall of the meditation room, and the pieces of paper attached to it are like being sprinkled with water, and every inch of the boundary of the periphery of the meditation room is tightly adsorbed, and the doors and windows are also tightly wrapped, like a big zongzi.

The white pieces of paper were covered with black lines, densely packed, and I don't know what symbols were drawn.

Just when Ji Qiqi's hands were sealed and his mouth was whistling, he suddenly snorted and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His face became paler than before, and his usually confident and proud face showed a solemn look.

Suddenly, I saw the Buddha's light in the meditation room, and the Buddha's light revealed a wisp of golden light through the tightly wrapped paper.

The golden light is getting stronger and stronger, and the piece of paper with magic power wrapped around the outside of the wall is about to be broken, and the black rune drawn on the paper is getting lighter and fainter, and it is about to be lost.

And Ji Seventeen's face became more and more pale, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly retreated three feet back, his face was not surprised, some were just solemn.

Because he knew that this Kutuo Temple had a profound heritage, it was impossible not to join forces with Yang Mo and them.

Ji Seventeen's rune power has been lifted, and it is obvious that he will suffer a loss if he resists the Buddhist monks, not to mention Ji Seventeen alone.

The light of the Buddha became more and more abundant, and the pieces of paper attached to the periphery of the wall flew all at once, like snowflakes falling all over the sky.

The door of the meditation room slowly opened, and several monks walked out of the meditation room, led by a monk with a face like black iron and stone, naked and a monk with beautiful eyebrows and a face like a pearl of light.

Ji Qiqi thought that this was the abbot and abbot of Kutuo Temple, but he didn't expect to be much younger than the abbot and abbot of other temples.

"Ji Gongzi's Heavenly Dao Divine Rune is really powerful, and it is really a talent to be able to perform it like this at such an age. However, it was a pity that the cultivation world was going to lose another genius tonight. It was the monk with clear eyebrows who said this.

"Perhaps, the Great Compassion Purdue Mantra you cast just now has been born, and if the younger generation does not retreat in time, I am afraid that he will already die. Ji XVII wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"There is no difference between dying before and dying now, wait for me to save you. After the monk said this, he made a Buddhist mudra.

Ji Seventeen took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it, this pill was refined by the old five grandsons, which can temporarily add some energy to his body, but it can't increase the mental power in the sea of consciousness, Ji Seventeen is not flustered, because Buddhism has always been very slow.

Looking at the moonlight that was still bright tonight, Ji Seventeen flicked his fingertips, and a shiny piece of paper appeared in his hand, which was one of the thousands of pieces of paper he usually had accumulated and prepared. Ji XVII threw the piece of paper into the air, and at the same time mobilized a part of his mental power, stamped with one hand, and sighed lightly in his mouth, the thrown piece of paper seemed to be injected with a kind of power, constantly reflecting and refracting the moonlight, and the piece of paper condensed into a small point of light, shooting towards the monk with clear eyebrows.

The monk with delicate eyebrows stopped drinking, and recited softly: "Color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color; color is emptiness, emptiness is color." ”

The clear-eyed monk only recited it lightly, and the pieces of paper that condensed into points of light became dim.

Ji Seventeen was puzzled, knowing that he was invincible, he withdrew this technique and asked: "I think you are the abbot, I heard that you are close to women, why can you be so calm when you cast this spell." ”

It seems that Ji Gongzi does not have a deep understanding of Buddhism, and color refers to the phenomena of things that can be seen or cannot be seen by a qiē, and these phenomena are illusions produced by people's vainness. Therefore, color is not feminine and masculine, and color is emptiness, so that people can realize the phenomenon of things and realize that many sufferings are produced by falsehood. Emptiness is the color of people, and by the commonality of things, karma, people know karma, the cycle of good and evil. ”

"Your mirror flower is an illusion, so I can break you, and when it comes to getting close to women, women are real, and the things I do with women are also real, so they are not illusory. If you want to talk about karma, I like women, and if I am punished for the rest of my life, I will still like women. Even if karma doesn't matter, I just like women and like to do those things with women. The abbot continued, these words sounded unreasonable, but when you thought about it, they were not entirely unreasonable.

"I see, Buddhism has a profound heritage, and the master is also different. "Ji Seventeen has realized that in his opinion, his illusion is not advantageous for the Buddha Sect.

After listening to the abbot's words, Ji Seventeen was thinking about a way to make up for the shortcomings of the mirror flower.

The battle between Ji XVII and the abbot just now caused panic among the monks in the temple, and they all ran over to see what the situation was, and the monks guarding the main hall thought that something big had happened and hurriedly ran over.

The treasures of the temple are generally offered in front of the Buddha in the main hall, and there will be no secret room, but no one expected that someone would break into the temple to seize the treasure, and no one expected that outsiders would know that there was a treasure in the temple.

There were only a few small monks left guarding the main hall, Ye Linfeng and the monk Shouyin quietly slipped into the main hall, and the monk Shouken was very familiar with Kutuo Temple.

The battle between Ji XVII and the two eminent monks continued.

The abbot's law is Yuantong, his current realm is equivalent to the middle realm of Xianli, and his mental power is strong, Ji Seventeen will definitely be defeated by him.

So Ji 17 said to the abbot beside the abbot: "This master must be supernatural, please give advice." Now what Ji Qiqi wants most is to delay time, he knows that if he doesn't say what he said just now, I'm afraid he will be slapped to death by the abbot.

"Ji Gongzi, your origami secret technique, illusion mirror flower and heavenly rune have all been broken, what qualifications do you have to challenge me, obediently hand over your waste little junior brother." The abbot, whose face was like black iron, said.

"Dare to ask the master's number. ”

"Death"

"Master Yuanli, if you are qualified or not, you must always give it a try. ”

"Please. ”

"Please wait. Ji Seventeen reinserted the peach blossom on the bun with his hand.

"Those who are about to die, why should they care about their appearance? ”

"Grooming is very important, even if you die, you have to die beautifully. ”

"I heard that Ji Gongzi loves beauty, but he didn't expect to be perverted to this kind of Cheng dù. ”

"Even if you are perverted, you have to be beautiful. "It's the first time that Ji Seventeen has become so talkative, just because the opponent this time is too strong, but fortunately, he learned to be shameless with Ye Linfeng.

"No more nonsense. The Master of Death spoke, like a sound of iron. Just as Master Yuan Death had just finished speaking, he suddenly saw a sword qi stabbing towards Master Yuan Li.

The sword qi is unusually strong, and it is not weaker than the sword qi of the young talent Mo Chou Jian Xiao Yang.

I don't know where this sword qi came from, is it Ji Seventeen's sword? But Ji Seventeen has never used a sword in normal times.

Ji Seventeen really hadn't used it, even Ye Linfeng, who was closest to him, had never seen his second senior brother use a sword or hold a sword.

At this time, Ji Seventeen stood in the night, his red robe reaching the ground, as red as blood, trembling slightly in the night wind.

In his left hand, he had a comb at some point, a mahogany comb, red lacquer, with small flowers engraved on it.

This is Ji XVII's "sword".

This wooden comb is not a sword.

This wooden comb is a sword.

Although this wooden comb is not a sword, it has a sword aura.

It is not a sword, but in Ji Seventeen's hands, it is better than holding a sword.

Ji Seventeen loves beauty, the sword is not beautiful, and the comb is beautiful, so it is better to hold a comb than to hold a sword.

No one knew how the sword qi of this comb was emitted, and Ye Linfeng didn't know either.

For Ji Seventeen, it is very casual and normal.

Combing his hair is what he has to do every day, combing it in the morning, combing it at noon, combing it at night, and combing it whenever his hair is messy.

Every time he combs his hair, he has to comb it carefully, not only to master the strength, but also to be careful and meticulous. Over time, this comb also turned into a sword, so this sword aura is soft and sharp. This sword qi came a foot in front of Master Yuanxi, but it was no longer difficult to advance.

At this time, the face of the master of Yuan Death was like a stone, calm and calm, and there was no trace of panic.

The master of the death recited softly: "If the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt." ”

Ji Seventeen's sword qi increased in vain, and the soft and sharp sword qi slashed on the face and body of Master Yuanli.

The Master of Death seemed to be about to pass away, motionless, but his eyes were as firm as gold and iron.

If you don't move the stone Buddha, the strength of the body is very difficult to hurt by the general sword qi.

Ji Qiqi thought that the time was almost up, and this sword qi could not hurt the master of Yuan Death in the slightest, he knew the strength of the Buddha's mind and body.

If the heart does not move, people do not move recklessly, and if they do not move, they will not hurt. It seems that this master of the death is cultivating the true method of the Buddha of the immovable stone, a supreme mastery of the Buddha, and it seems that the master of the death has already entered the middle realm of immortals.

Ji Seventeen is still very young, in his twenties, and he can be regarded as a young talent in the cultivation world.

And to shake the two immortals who left the realm of the Buddha Sect was simply wishful thinking, so Ji Seventeen saw that this master of the Circle Death had no killing intent, so he didn't have an inch, and retreated outside the temple gate in a flash. But how can it be so easy to get out of the way, Yuan Death will not kill him, but it does not mean that he will be let go, nor does it mean that Yuan Tong will not kill him.

Ji XVII knew that it was difficult to ride a tiger this time, and just when he was in a dilemma, an explosion suddenly sounded in the temple, accompanied by fire and smoke, and then the sound of the monk shouting for fire was heard. At this time, a smile finally appeared on Ji Seventeen's face, and he thought in his heart that this flower flower was still a little useful, and it was not in vain that I usually saved my favorite Qingxiangji pastry for it to eat.

The abbot Yuantong and the abbot Yuantong heard the shouts from the main hall of Kutuo Temple, and hurriedly organized the monks to put out the fire.

The main hall is the façade of Kutuo Temple, the main hall is on fire, where can they take care of Ji Seventeen, at this moment they are most worried about the treasures in the main hall.

That is the foundation left by the thousands of years of inheritance of Kutuo Temple, and it can't be destroyed like this.

Ji Seventeen is ten miles away, and the Buddha has always been unhappy, and Ye Linfeng has already carried the flowers on his back, and followed the monk Shouyin to run down the mountain with a few treasures that he had brought along the way.

After the few of them met at the bottom of the mountain, they didn't stop for a moment, and Ji Seventeen didn't even have time to take a look at the treasure before the other two flew towards the west on a paper crane.

The opponent is too strong, not ordinarily strong, so the best way now is to escape, desperately escape.