The old monk looked angry, waved his big hand, and dozens of monks rushed out of the bushes, and after beating the two of them, they pressed them to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and invited the abbot Zhiwen, who had a very high prestige, but paid little attention to the things in the temple.

After listening to the old monk's narration, Master Zhiwen, the abbot who was so old that he didn't even seem to have the strength to speak, was furious, raised his hand and knocked on the top of Jingchen's head, and scolded angrily: "Stinky boy, why are you so disobedient and make your senior brother angry!"

He turned to the old monk beside him and asked weakly, "Empty silence, what should we do with this disobedient boy?"

The old monk who was called empty showed a sneer on his face, and said lightly: "Such a great rebel is naturally abandoning his cultivation and driving him out of the sect, so as not to corrupt his protégés, and hope that the master will be enlightened." ”

Hearing that he was going to be driven out of the division, Jingchen hurriedly raised his head, his face was panicked, and he defended himself: "Master, I don't, I don't have ......"

Yan Ruoyi pulled him and said, "Little monk, this kind of monk temple, don't wait......" Jingchen waved her away, hugged Master Zhiwen's feet, cried and begged for mercy, don't drive him out of the division, dozens of monks around him looked indifferent, as if they didn't see Jingchen's bitter pleading at all, and there was a sneer on his empty face.

Zhiwen finally opened his half-closed eyes, glanced at Jingchen seriously, and then quickly closed them again, recovering his weak appearance, but the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with deep helplessness and pain.

I don't know where the strength came from, Zhiwen waved away the dust, trembling and said: "My Buddha is compassionate, although this son has done great rebellious things, but it is not easy to cultivate one......" He said, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, like two deep ravines, and there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he was suffering great pain, he gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing the next words: "In the spirit of my Buddha's compassion, we should not easily abandon it." ”

The corners of his empty eyes twitching slightly, looking very angry, he wrapped one hand around Zhiwen's waist to support him, at this time, the muscles in his hands suddenly tightened, Zhiwen looked painful, couldn't help but snort softly, and shouted to cover up, shouting: "Descend the dragon, Fuhu!"

Among the many monks, two burly middle-aged monks walked out and replied, "Yes, senior brother abbot." ”

Zhiwen endured the pain and ordered: "You two lead the disciples, throw these two people far away, and don't let them get close to my mountain gate within a hundred miles." ”

The dragon and the tiger responded, and with a wave of his hand, several monks dragged Jingchen and Yan Ruoyi out, letting Jingchen cry and beg, the monks were dumbfounded, with a cold face, an angry face, Zhiwen closed his eyes tightly, and his face was painful.

Jingchen and Yan Ruoyi were thrown by the dragon and the tiger on a hillside a hundred miles away from the Wuliang Temple, snorted a few words heavily, and walked away with more than a dozen monks. But said that the dragon and the tiger two monks, are the two monks in the temple of the immeasurable temple precepts, the precept hall has always only obeyed the abbot's orders, especially the dragon and the tiger two monks, very respectful of the abbot of Zhiwen, but also obey the order, if not, the dust may have to suffer some hardships.

Jingchen has followed Master Zhiwen since he was a child, practiced in the temple, and had already regarded the temple as his home, but at this time he was suddenly driven out of the master's door, and his heart was filled with grief, and he bowed down to the back of the dragon and the tiger leaving, and said in a wailing voice: "Two uncles, I beg you, let me explain to the master clearly, things are not what you think." ”

The two of them didn't look back, but a faint voice came, and said, "Jingchen, we naturally know what you are, but this time...... Brother Abbot did this, naturally it was also due to the rules of the door, so I had to do so, don't resent Brother Abbot, leave quickly. ”

After speaking, the magic weapon turned into several golden rays of light and left.

Jingchen knelt on the ground with her head down, bursting into tears, but Yan Ruoyi didn't care at all, when the dragon and the tiger left, she casually lifted the ban on the two of them, and stretched her waist lazily, she was wearing a bold exposure, stretching out her body at this time, most of the snow-white and tender skin of the whole body was exposed to the sun, shining like a jade with a crystal clear luster, and a thick bewitching aura emanated in the air, although the whole body was embarrassed in many places, but there was a different kind of beauty. She patted Jingchen's shoulder lightly and said with a smile: "Why do little monks need to be so childlike, then don't wait for a bitter monk to do it." At this time, you were driven out of the mountain gate, didn't you just go back to the fairy fox cave with the slave family, happy every day, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals, wouldn't you be happier than the bitter monk. ”

Jingchen waved her away, for several years, Yan Ruoyi ran up the mountain from time to time to find him, although he was unwilling, but he passively got along with her for several years, and there was a little bit of affection in her heart, she was as unscrupulous as ever to ridicule herself, but Jingchen couldn't scold her like she did a few years ago, 'demon, demon girl', he turned his head, his face was full of tears, he looked at Yan Ruoyi deeply, and said:" Amitabha, don't talk nonsense anymore, you are obviously a serious woman, but you have to say that you are so unbearable, why is this?"

Yan Ruoyi inexplicably felt a trace of warmth in her heart, her pretty face was red for no reason, she lowered her face and didn't dare to look at Jingchen, and said, "Slave family...... The slave family is not a serious woman, the slave family is just ...... It's just a monster!" sounds a little bleak.

Jingchen looked straight at her, looked at her with a red face, embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to drill into, Jingchen let out a long sigh, stood up, looked at the direction of the Wuliang Temple, and said infinitely affectionately: "The little monk grew up in the temple since he was a child, and he has made a lot of mistakes, and the master has forgiven the little monk, and today he is so unfilial, which makes the master angry, and drives the little monk out of the division, and the little monk has no face to see his old man." ”

He didn't look at himself with that kind of hot eyes, Yan Ruoyi recovered a little, thought for a while, and said, "Little monk, don't you think it's strange?"

Jingchen didn't answer, and bowed three times in the direction of the Wuliang Temple, then got up and looked over, and said, "What?"

Yan Ruoyi said while thinking: "In the past, you and I were in the back mountains like today...... Back in the mountains......" She blushed, and the next words passed by vaguely. "But today, those great monks seem to know that you and I will be in the back mountain...... It has already been ambushed there. And in the hall of the great majesty, the old monk ...... Your master's face was different, and although he drove you out of the master's door, he seemed to be trying his best to protect you and prevent them from abolishing your cultivation. ”

At that time, Jingchen begged the master not to drive him out of the master's door, and did not notice the change in the master's expression, at this time, he heard Yan Ruoyi mention it, and thought about it carefully, his heart suddenly jumped for no reason, as if he faintly thought of something crucial, but he couldn't grasp it for a while, and his heart suddenly became heavy, as if something big was about to happen.

Yan Ruoyi saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and he became a little more serious, and said, "Little monk, what are your plans in the future?"

Jingchen shook his head heavily and sighed: "Little monk...... The little monk didn't know. ”

Yan Ruoyi was slightly stunned, then smiled, took his arm and walked forward, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, you will follow the slave family." ”

Jingchen suddenly blushed and wanted to break free, but Yan Ruoyi firmly held him and didn't give him a chance to break free, Jingchen was even more ashamed, and struggled: "Donor, whether men and women give or receive kisses, you ...... Let me go. ”

Yan Ruoyi pretended not to hear, and half-dragged him forward.

Time flies, time is like an arrow, although he is worried about Zeng Nianyu in his heart, but he cultivates with his heart, time flies, and more than two months have passed in a blink of an eye, and there are still ten days before Zeng Nianyu and Ye Bufan get married.

For more than two months, Ling Xuan had been practicing with Fang Qin day and night, almost without thinking, just for the plan in his heart.

Fang Qin also had no reservations, and gave it to her, also for the painful decision in her heart.

After more than two months, Ling Xuan's cultivation was diligent, and more than a month ago, under the protection of Fang Qin, he finally formed a Jindan and stepped into the Jindan Avenue with one foot.