Chapter 72: Back to the Mountain

The cool breeze is gentle, and the soft breeze is very comfortable on the face, and the insects around it are bursting, which is very quiet.

The temple in the distance is quiet, hidden in the basil that is taller than a person, which seems to be very harmless, but who knows that this is a ghost temple!

At this time, there was a monk in front of Lanruo Temple, and his feet were like this little dog, this little monk was extremely bright, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he was a little handsome, he was not very old, but he had divine light, at this time he came very fast, his feet were not muddy as if he was blown by the wind, and he came to Lanruo Temple after a while.

Zen stood still the broken mirror couldn't help but rub his legs flatteringly, pleasing him, this little thing was worn off a lot of fierceness by Zen **, as long as you see Zen let it follow from the Canglong Ridge to Lanruo Temple, you will know how good Zen has been to it these days. In fact, it's not brainless, it's very smart, and it naturally knows who its own life is in its hands, of course, this is relative to Zen, and it may be more ruthless to the enemy, after all, this thing is not a good stubble.

Zen smiled faintly and didn't care about the broken mirror, it was not convenient now, and when it came to the Jindan period, he would definitely make a spirit beast bag to put away the broken mirror. Standing in front of the temple at this time is a familiar feeling, he feels very comfortable and relaxed when he comes here, sighs softly, and is a little sad, Zen is still the same, but the temple is different from before.

It's not that the grass grows in the temple, but that the people in the temple are gone.

The grass in the temple has grown and become very dilapidated, and no one in the temple has become very strange.

The original person, gone, it's really lonely to stand here by yourself. There seems to be a kind of abandoned loneliness, which suddenly filled into Zen's heart, his nose was sore, and his eyes were a little moist suddenly, he quickly looked up at the sky, it was so big, it must be able to tolerate all grievances, right?

I hope that the heavens can also tolerate my tears, so that they will not fall, and that my weakness will not be seen by the master and brothers, and that they will not be worried.

What is there to be nostalgic for Lanruo Temple to become like this?

It's just because the memories of the past are hard to let go, and the feelings of the past make people nostalgic, this is the feeling of home!" Zen couldn't help but muttered to himself.

After entering the temple, he pushed open the door of the meditation room, saw that there was dust on the table, and the window was full of spider silk, shook his head, and came to the grave of the master and brother, cleared the weeds, and returned to Lanruo Temple after doing these things, and spent half a day cleaning it, and the meditation room was refreshed and could sit down.

At this time, the sky had faded, and Zen An sat in the monastery, blowing the night breeze, and looking at the scriptures leisurely.

However, at some point, two people had already entered the temple, two women of different ages, an old woman, and a woman, and they were standing there, sitting there, speechless for a while, and the scene was very strange.

Even if the mirror is broken, they don't care about it, and it seems that there is nothing to put in the eyes of this thing, even the Buddha has to ride it, and use this method to suppress it, the weight of these two little ghosts is a hair!

"You're here?" Finally, Zen raised his head and found them, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered faintly: "Grandma Tree Spirit, Oniyasha ......"

It turned out that these two people were the two demons in Lanruo Temple, the tree spirit grandmother, and the female ghoul Yaksha!

Grandma Tree Spirit actually didn't expect Zen to come back, she thought that Zen was so scared that her ass urine ran away, but she was doing a good job, and now she was surprised when she looked at Zen, and she smiled at the moment, and said, "Little monk, you dare to come back?"

Zen shook his head and said indifferently, "Why don't you dare?"

Grandma Tree Spirit suddenly showed a solemn expression, she knew that Zen dared to come back this time, and she must have something to rely on in her hands, looking so confident, she had a bad premonition in her heart!

I hope that Xiaoqian will quickly find the old demon of Montenegro to avoid extraneous branches.

Oniyasha bared his two fangs, his eyes showed a fierce light, his tongue licked his lips, and he said cruelly, "You're not afraid of us?"

Oniyasha is not afraid, or the ignorant are fearless. There are many people on her side, so she doesn't have to use her brains to speak. She still doesn't know much about the cultivation world, and she is still blindly selfish and selfish in her life, only considering her own interests in front of her, and she will only be stupid and stubborn.

Zen said: "This is originally my place, and when I come back, I will take back what belongs to me." He said it very firmly, and there was no doubt about the ambition of Lanruo Temple in his words, and the tree spirit frowned when he heard it.

Grandma Tree Spirit said, "But the old woman was born here, much earlier than you. "What she means is that when I was born here, Elder Zhizhen hadn't come yet, and Lanruo Temple should have been hers.

Zen Ha Lang Ha smiled, what does it matter if it is full of nonsense? Immediately he said sharply: "This is not the first to come, you have done a lot of evil through Lanruo Temple, and you still don't know that death is coming!"

Grandma Tree Spirit's face sank and said, "Arrogance, do you think you can beat us?"

Oniyasha said: "That's it, grandma is right!" "You soy sauce beater, you don't need to pat your ass to brush your sense of existence!"

Zen suddenly laughed, stood up and looked at the tree spirit grandmother and the ghost Yasha, and said aggressively: "The mountain spirits and wild monsters, sitting in the well and watching the sky, dare to be rampant!"

"Roar!" As if to cooperate with Zen, Broken Mirror suddenly stood up and looked at the tree spirit grandmother and the Oniyasha viciously, staring at the tiger and wanting to choose someone to devour.

Grandma Dryad and Oniyasha were stunned by this loud roar, they never thought that this thing that they had not paid attention to, like a puppy, would be so terrifying?

That's right, Grandma Dryad and Oniyasha were scared.

Although the broken mirror is small, the ferocity is not small. Although the tree spirit grandma and the ghost yaksha are evil, and their hearts are ruthless and vicious, they are not weaker than others, but they are not as good as the natural beast of Broken Mirror!

And they have congenital deficiencies, even the average demon beast is not as good, for a while, the tree spirit grandma and the ghost yaksha were frightened by the broken mirror, and they didn't dare to step forward.

Zen is still waiting for the old demon of Montenegro, there is no willingness to kill the tree spirit grandma and the ghost Yasha, and then the grass startles the snake, and scares away the old demon of the Black Mountain, he doesn't believe that the tree spirit grandma and the ghost Yasha, so bold, dare to come to him single-handedly, or rely on backup.

For a while, the scene was deadlocked.

However, it didn't take long for an old eagle to cry in the distance, and the tree spirit grandmother and the ghost Yasha were overjoyed, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and Zen raised his head to look at the night sky, knowing in his heart that the old demon of the Black Mountain was coming!

At this time, I suddenly saw a bird-like thing flying in, and I looked at this thing like a yaksha, with thunderous eyes, blood-colored tongue, glowing all over the body, and moving forward quickly, and suddenly came to the temple, and jumped down and turned into a face like the bottom of a pot, thick and dark, with copper bells in his eyes, a cooked copper helmet on his head, wearing a robe embroidered with flowers, black oil and inlaid armor, a nine-foot long and short body, and a long-handled mountain axe in his hand, and he was majesticly dressed like a general.