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For some reason, that angry rebuke carried a childishness that was not commensurate with this voice. Rao is so, with this angry rebuke, countless distant and solemn Buddha horns chanted throughout the sky.

It was originally a world where the wind was miserable, the ghost spirit was strong, and the ghost face was raging with withered vines. Under the illumination of the solemn Buddha horn that resounded through the heavens and the glazed lanterns of the golden mangfutu that fell from the sky, the soul was destroyed.

Some of the ghost-faced vines struggled to make a fight, but they were just mayflies and trees, just baring their fangs, but before they could make a ghostly howl, they shattered and dissipated without a trace.

A little bit of golden mang, magnificent and vast, is actually countless "swastika" character graphics, in the sky like ten thousand points of starlight flickering together.

In the starlight of the mighty word "swastika", the solemn voice with an inexplicable immaturity recited the Buddha's words again: "The sea of bitterness is boundless, and Cihang Pudu!"

The sound fell, and the stars of the word "swastika" that were originally flashing in the sky fell from the sky in unison, like a downpour hitting the last wave of ghost-faced dead vines.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were silent. The ghostly withered vines, as well as the waning moon that originally seemed to be eternal, all disappeared without a trace.

Lin Yizhi suddenly felt light, and the feeling of being bound by the giant vine and making it difficult to breathe completely disappeared.

The body lost the restraint of the ghost-faced withered vines, like a falling kite, and fell from the air. It's just that Lin Yi couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, and now he didn't even have the strength to take a breath and control his body to fall slowly.

I had to close my eyes. If you fall from mid-air, you probably won't die, it may hurt a lot, but it's good to be alive after all. Lin Yizhi thought so self-deprecatingly.

There was rain in the air, icy and cold, drizzling.

Lin Yi's heart trembled, he remembered that when he and the woman in yellow were chasing the red-clothed night walker all the way, it was a drizzle. But after coming here, the rain disappeared without warning, thinking that it was because of entering the illusion, and now he felt the cold drizzle again, he actually had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and the rain showed that the world is real today, and the continuous nightmarish illusion was finally over.

The Chixiao Immortal Sword, which was originally screaming in the air and rushing towards the yellow-robed woman, suddenly lost all its goals, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment, as if he noticed that the situation had changed, and flew straight towards Lin Yi's body with a cheerful sound. Kankan caught Lin Yizhi firmly before he was about to smash to the ground.

Then, without any stops, he carried Lin Yizhi straight into the sky, circling in the sky a few times, and then steadily lowered the clouds.

As soon as Lin Yizhi fell to the ground, he felt that the yellow shadow flashed in front of him, and the woman in yellow clothes had already approached, and said with concern: "Lin Yizhi, are you okay?" ”

Lin Yizhi smiled bitterly, opened his mouth a few times, and then said, "Auntie, I'm fine." It's just a little off-the-beaten...... It's a good ......."

The woman in the yellow dress nodded, held him up, and said with a slight palpitation in her voice: "Yes...... It's like a nightmare...... Good thing we're all alive. ”

Lin Yizhi nodded, thinking of the Buddha number in the crisis, he couldn't help but frown and said: "Auntie, don't worry, the appearance of the lamp just now and the Buddha number in the sky must be the arrival of the senior monk of Zen Silence Temple." Now, in the Sect of Leaving Sorrow, I often heard the master say that all the monks in the Zen Silence Temple are advanced in Buddhism and compassion, and now that they are here, they will be able to ensure our safety. ”

Unexpectedly, there was no joy in the voice of the woman in yellow clothes, but she seemed to be a little cold and said: "Those monks have no ability to eat fasting and chant Buddha." Besides, I don't need them to worry about my safety......"

Lin Yizhi smiled bitterly, secretly thinking that the aunt in front of him seemed to have some prejudices about the four major orthodox churches, and just wanted to say a few more words, when he suddenly heard a cold woman's voice in mid-air, with great anger and hatred: "Stinky monk, we have an agreement first, as long as I don't hurt the heavens and reason, you and I will not violate the river water, why do you go back on your word now and break my waning moon illusion......"

Lin Yizhi's expression froze, and he blocked the yellow-robed woman behind him, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, be careful, the high monk of the Zen Silence Temple has broken the illusion of this monster, and now the red-clothed night walker may be a person from the Jiuxiao Emperor Jue Palace, and he must have colluded with the big demon here!"

The woman in the yellow robe didn't speak, just nodded.

The woman's voice in mid-air fell, and the immature voice that had just chanted the Buddha's name also sounded in mid-air: "What you said is not right...... You said that you would not take the lives of people who have no grievances with you, but now that you have trapped these two people with the Waning Moon Illusion and want to take their lives, how can the poor monk not save them when he sees death......"

Without waiting for the woman to speak again, the woman in yellow clothes suddenly said loudly: "What a monk who has attained the Tao, he doesn't dare to come out to see people with a seven-treasure glass lamp, is he ugly?"

Lin Yizhi didn't expect the woman in yellow clothes to say this, and it was too late to stop it, so he had to sigh, secretly thinking that this aunt was good at everything, but she couldn't spare anyone.

The voice of the immature monk of the Zen Silence Temple sounded again, but he was not annoyed: "What the female benefactor said is that I am indeed a bit of a loss of face in the Zen Silence Temple by hiding my whereabouts. ”

The voice fell, and suddenly a figure flickered in mid-air, and a person dressed as a monk slowly descended.

As soon as he landed, he gently waved his monk's robe to collect the golden glass lamp suspended in mid-air in his palm, rubbed it a few times, smiled, and said to himself: "This little lamp really works, I already know how to take a few more treasures from my ancestor, and I don't use it in the Zen Silence Temple, it is moldy." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes.

Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes looked like the people in front of them, and they couldn't help but laugh a little.

There is no doubt that this person in front of him is a monk, but he is not at all an enlightened monk as Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes guessed in their hearts. Instead, he was a young novice.

This little monk is only thirteen or fourteen years old. The newly shaved brain melon skin, ordained, and dressed in monk's clothes, but it was very ill-fitting, and it was worn loosely on his body, probably because he was young and not tall, and the Zen Temple could not find a dress that could be worn by him.

What's even funnier is that although the monk's robe on his body is extremely wide, there is a small robe on top of the monk's robe, which is even more funny. It's just that although the robe is small, it is pierced with gold threads, and the robe is faintly glowing with a golden-red glow.

Under the monk's robe, there are two small thin legs like his thin arms, and a pair of straw monk shoes are on the feet. It is estimated that there was a lot of muddy water on the way, and the exposed toes were muddy, not counting, the muddy toes were not honestly moving gently.

To the face is fair and delicate, red cheeks. It's as if you can pinch out the water. Those eyes were blazing, shining as clear as water.

With such a pleasing appearance, not only Lin Yizhi, but even the yellow-clothed woman who was originally a little cold because of the Zen Silence Temple couldn't help laughing.

But seeing that the little monk came to the two of them, he seemed to be trying his best to maintain the solemn demeanor of the so-called monk's treasure, pretending to be an old man with his palms folded, and reciting the Buddha's horn: "Amitabha, the poor monk has seen two donors, and the donors are fine......

He pretended to be an adult, which made the woman in yellow clothes and Lin Yizhi even more unbearable, the woman in yellow clothes walked over quickly, raised her hand without saying anything, gently pinched the cheek of the little monk, and said with a smile: "Little monk...... What a strong Dharma......"

The little monk didn't expect the woman in yellow clothes to be like this, his face turned red, and while dodging, he hurriedly said: "Female donor, female donor." A poor monk is a monk...... It's so inconvenient for you to be like this, what an inconvenience......"

Why, the more he retreated, the place where the woman in the yellow robe pinched his cheek hurt a little, which made him repeat Amitabha Buddha and only shouted sins and sins.

Seeing this, Lin Yizhi hurriedly said, "Auntie...... Let's just let it go!"

The woman in the yellow dress let go at this time, and still said with a smile: "At a young age, you know a lot......?"

The little monk said with a bitter face: "Don't say touch it...... It's just a little longer, and the Buddha won't forgive it......"

When he said this, how could he still deliberately maintain the old appearance.

The woman in the yellow dress laughed for a while, and then she said, "Little monk, let me ask you, what kind of monk are you really from the Zen Silence Temple?"

When the little monk heard this, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to prove something: "Then there is still a fake, don't you believe it?"

The woman in the yellow robe smiled and said: "Believe, why don't you believe it, if you are not a monk of the Zen Silence Temple, how can the Seven Treasures Glass Lamp of the Meditation Silence Temple be in your hands?

When the little monk heard this, his face panicked, and he said casually: "You...... You can't pinch it, how do you know that I am stealing ......" As soon as the words came out, he realized that he had confessed the truth. I was busy covering my mouth, but unfortunately it was too late.

This time, not only the woman in yellow clothes, but also Lin Yizhi couldn't help laughing.

This little monk is innocent and cute.

The woman in the yellow dress laughed for a long time, and then said: "Little monk, since you are a monk of the Zen Silence Temple, you are so young, you should not be the same generation as those old bones of the empty character generation, but in the wisdom generation, I have never seen you!"

The woman in the yellow dress said casually, but she seemed to be like a treasure to the Zen Temple, and even the position was clear, and she couldn't help but surprise the little monk in front of her. In addition, as soon as the woman in the yellow dress saw the magic weapon in his hand, she recognized it at a glance as the Seven Treasures Glass Lamp, the supreme treasure of Buddhism. It made the little monk even more uncertain about her identity.

The little monk hurriedly said: "This ...... in front of you Auntie, how can you know so much about the things in my temple? Isn't it a friend of my ancestor who is the presiding officer of the Zen Silence Temple?" he didn't know what to call him, but he suddenly remembered that Lin Yizhi called her aunt, so he called it like that.

The woman in the yellow dress laughed faintly a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Friend, it's not a friend, but it can be regarded as an old friend......

The word "old man" seemed to be deliberately aggravated in her words.

The little monk did not suspect anything else, so he smiled and said: "In this way, I recognize it, the four great monks of my Zen Lonely Temple, Empty Evidence, Empty Zen, Empty Ci and Empty Enlightenment, are all from my ancestors, and as for the wisdom of the words that my aunt said, they are all my uncle." As for me, I am young, and I am a monk of the Xuanzi generation of Zen Silence Temple. My aunt called me Monk Xuanyu. ”

The woman in yellow clothes nodded and said: "I am walking in this world, and I only hear that a few monks in the Zhizi generation of Zen Silence Temple are amazing and beautiful, and the Dharma is profound. But I've never heard of any ...... of Xuanzi."

Before she finished speaking, the little monk Xuanyu waved her hand again and again: "Auntie doesn't know, but it's not strange, because the Xuanzi generation is just me......" and then seemed to mumble in a low voice: "If it weren't for those monks who are much bigger than me, and sit with green lights every day, and they are boring, I wouldn't have secretly run down......"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he secretly thought that the identity of this little monk Xuanyu was undoubted, so he arched his hand and said: "It turned out to be the little monk of Xuanyu of Zen Silence Temple, and he is polite to Lin Yizhi, a disciple of the Sorrow Sect!"

When the little monk Xuanyu heard this, his eyes lit up, and he walked over very kindly and took his hand and eyes, and then he smiled and said: "This time you saved people and saved the right people, you are really not evil!"

It turned out that this little monk Xuanyu was in a critical situation, so he helped in a daze, and he was still guessing the identities of the two people he saved, for fear of saving the villain.

The little monk Xuanyu was about to kiss one step further, but unexpectedly, the woman's voice came out of the dense forest again: "Stinky monk, are you finished talking about the past? When I don't exist, what are not villains, if they have nothing to do with those demons, they can't find this place at all!"

When the little monk Xuanyu heard this, he smiled at Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes and said, "Wait a minute, I'll talk back!"

Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes were suspicious, and the little monk's expression seemed to be very familiar with this woman.

It's just that Lin Yizhi expected that this woman was a monster, but his expression didn't seem to care at all.

But seeing that the little monk Xuanyu raised his head, he seemed to find the direction of the woman, so he lowered his head and sniffed the monk's robe a few times, and then raised his head again and said: "Hey, I said why do you call me a stinky monk repeatedly? I have bathed before in the future, and I also smelled my clothes just now, where is the smell?......

His words not only made the tension that Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes originally mentioned disappear again, but he laughed, but even the woman was speechless for a while.

For a long time, there seemed to be a sigh, and the voice was a little tired: "Okay, everything is predestined, in this case, what am I fighting for? If you want to come in, just come in......"

The little monk Xuanyu turned his head and smiled at the two sincerely: "Let's go, she said let me in, it will be fine, let's go in......"

As he spoke, he walked deeper into the woods.

Lin Yizhi and the woman in yellow clothes glanced at each other, although they felt that something was wrong, but the sincerity of the little monk's face, as well as the confidence that came from nowhere, also nodded to each other, and walked towards the cave deep in the deep forest.

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