Guanyin Zen Temple, the fire is soaring.

A monk's room was surrounded by fire, but it was covered by a transparent light cover, and the flames could not reach the monk's room, and a thin-waisted bee buzzed and flew above, blowing a breath, and the flames rolled out with the strong wind, burning the surrounding monk's room.

Another wind blew, blowing the fire and spreading, the whole Guanyin Monastery suddenly made a mess, taking water for water, fighting for sand, saving people and saving people, and even chanting "Amitabha Buddha", meditating and meditating, until the flame burned up, then panicked and shouted people to save the fire.

The bee with a thin waist and monkey face, seeing these monks embarrassed, laughed and didn't save people, and blew into the light mask, a white horse was restless and kicked his feet, Herod shouted, a monk practiced, didn't feel the wind coming, fell asleep, and couldn't listen to the fire in the Zen monastery.

Among the white clouds in the sky, there was a mighty general standing, looking at the flames below soaring into the sky, not angry, nor annoyed, it was a Buddhist disciple who was burning, and it had nothing to do with him.

Tang Seng is surrounded by the four values of Gong Cao, Liuding Liujia, and the five directions to reveal the truth, although there is a heart to save the fire, but the monkey glared angrily, all shrunk their heads, and the Buddha only ordered to protect the monk, these monks are also asking for hardship, offending such a lawless master, there should be such a catastrophe.

The immortals and gods ignored it, let the fire spread, the temple house crackled and fell down, beeping and beeping, the flames were like demons, vicious and devouring, and many monks and monks had died tragically.

Seven or eight miles away from the Guanyin Zen Temple, Ning Wuqian felt the hidden immortal breath, dispersed the demon wind, stood on the top of the mountain, and more than ten little demons behind him were puzzled.

"Little king, the fire is fierce, I'm afraid there aren't many scriptures left if it's too late!"

Even if it was so far away, the firelight still reflected Ning Wuji's face, jumping and flickering, making his gaze uncertain. frowned, "You wait here, don't walk around, the fire is extraordinary, you are afraid of your life if you go, wait for me to roll up the scriptures and classics, send them here, and then you will move back, the credit is indispensable to you." ”

The little demons looked at each other, and did not wait for an answer. Seeing Ning Wujian wrapped in silver light and escaping into the forest, the demons saw this, so they had no choice but to wait again, the Howling Moon Demon King was a red man in front of the Black Wind King, and his strength was high, so they naturally did not dare to disobey.

With a demonic aura, Ning Wujian quickly came to the backyard of Guanyin Zen Temple, climbed over the wall, and saw fireworks and poisonous snakes burning the sky. The monks and monks cried and grabbed the ground, and the immortal gods who supported Tang Seng seemed to be unbearable, and they didn't look here, only the thin-waisted monkey-headed bees flying on the light mask felt something. Glancing towards the backyard, he flicked his wings and disappeared into the flames.

With a shake, Ning Wuqian became a monk. Walking into the monastery, one by one the monks threw themselves into the fire with water, but the fire gained momentum. How can it be extinguished by a few basins of water?

"Senior brother, senior brother, where is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Ning Wuji's disguised monk wiped a few handfuls of ash on his face, ran in in embarrassment, and dragged a monk who was carrying water and asked.

"Yes, yes, the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion almost missed a major event, turn that side, and pass a few Buddha halls. The monk suddenly realized, pointed out a way for Ning Wuji, and immediately shouted at the monk to rescue the scriptures.

In this time of crisis, the more chaotic it is, the more mistakes will go wrong, and this monk doesn't want to think about it, since he is a temple monk, how can he not know the location of the Ludao Scripture Pavilion? He was also strange in his heart, but he didn't think about it carefully, and rushed to the Scripture Pavilion with a few monks.

Ning Wuji, who was standing behind, saw this, how could he let these monks rescue the scriptures, with a wave of his hand, a Buddhist hall collapsed suddenly, blocking in front of those monks, panicking the monks and dodging again and again, for fear of being burned by the fire, taking advantage of the chaos, Ning Wujian crossed the flames, a few turns, and came to a Buddha hall in front of it, half of it was burning, and there were more than ten monks carrying the scriptures and classics.

A plaque burned most of the time, vaguely can still see a gold "scripture" word, the scripture pavilion has two layers, Ning Wuqian directly went to the second floor, here is obviously done the disposal of fire prevention, the flame burns outside, but the inside is unharmed, on the two bookshelves, there is a broken and yellowed Buddhist scriptures and classics, a word is copied down in blood, faintly revealing the light of the Buddha.

To be placed here, it is naturally more precious than the following scriptures, looking at this, it should be a rare hand-copied solitary book, which is the work of Buddhist masters and monks.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to really move all the classics of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion back to Heifeng Mountain, what the Black Wind Demon King needed was only the few scriptures that the old monk was unwilling to lend, took out the Qiankun bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and a gust of wind rolled up, and put fifty or sixty precious scriptures and classics into the Qiankun bag, Ning Wuqian was about to leave, suddenly, the thought moved, it seemed that the greedy old monk had his own secret room, with a collection of robes and treasures, if he was an old monk, this most precious scripture book was naturally stored in the secret room safely.

Leaving the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, no need to ask, listening to the howl of the temple monks, he can find where the abbot's room is, the fire has burned for a long time, the abbot's room has collapsed most of the time, only a few walls are still holding on, and a few monks are crying.

Ning Wujian hid in the flames, the heart fire god emitted a red light, protecting his body, and the yin fire had passed, and this ordinary flame naturally couldn't hurt him.

The statue of Guanyin Buddha collapsed, there is a green felt burden on the desk, there is a hidden glow, this must be the brocade robe undoubtedly, Ning Wuqian glanced at it, did not move, groped on the desk, for a moment, a green lamp slowly turned.

The Buddha lotus sat down, a lotus turned over, Ning Wujian got in, but inside was a wide secret room, also collapsed most of it, there were all kinds of robes in the cabinet, there were long and short Zen sticks on the shelf, the Buddhist magic pestle, the Dharma wheel, the whip, the rope and other magic instruments were hung on the wall, a picture of Guanyin under a stone table of two meters three or four, three brocade boxes, cushioned with yellow cloth, and three Buddhist scriptures were placed on it.

After receiving the Buddhist scriptures, Ning Wujian didn't read them, and he didn't understand them, but they could be placed here, obviously the Buddhist scriptures that the old monk was unwilling to lend to the Black Wind Demon King, but unfortunately those Buddhist magic weapons were useless to him.

The old monk is a person who has become a refiner, it is impossible not to use the secret pavilion in the secret room, and after checking it again, Ning Wuji's eyes fell on the stone table under the statue of Guanyin, how can the ordinary offering table be so long?

A fierce palm slapped out, the stone table shattered, a burst of black light shone up, only to see between the broken stones, a ruler-long ring knife suspended, the road black light swirling, the evil aura was amazing, and the sharp blade was cold and mangsen.

The ring knife is the use of Buddhism to shave, with the meaning of crossing, cut off three thousand red dust thoughts, is also a common Buddhist weapon, is the only thing that pays attention to sharpness, the sharper the knife, the faster it means to cut off the red dust.

"Good knives!"

Ning Wuji's eyes lit up, the ring knife in front of him was full of demonic energy, it was obviously not a Buddhist magic weapon refined by the Buddhist sect, and when he grabbed it with one hand, the ring knife buzzed, and it actually burst out black swords, slashing towards Ning Wuji. (To be continued......)