Qu Langyutong knelt down on the ground, vowed that he would definitely find the rat in the dark in the shortest time to cramp and skin, and would definitely not let the elderly respect the elderly.

Rong Xian just let him go and looked down at the corpse on the ground. She said, "Take care."

After all, the mist had cleared in place.

Qu Lang didn't dare to delay, and quickly eliminated all the breath clues after Rong Xian appeared, which wiped out the cold sweat and summoned his subordinates to work.

Although threatened by the Lord, Qu Lang's mood is still very exciting, but this is not the same as the people outside the Xiaoqian Realm. Unlike the decent people who smashed the famous inside the Xiaoqian Realm. Doesn't it mean that he has won outsiders?

Excited.

Regardless of Qulang's blood-like appearance, Rong Xian left here and quickly came to a hidden place.

The mist disappeared, still a white dress dusted with a little blood on it.

However, her complexion is much better. No matter how strong the injury is, the vitality in Mu Lingzhu will pass by and it will be more than half.

Although her clothes were stained, her posture was still elegant and her pace was calm.

Then she turned a corner, her eyes fell on the man in Tsing Yi, waiting quietly.

The man turned his head, it was a left-handed law.

He looked at Rongxian carefully, and a slight joke leaked from the corner of his mouth: "You don't look ordinary."

Rong Xian squinted his eyes, and his harmless atmosphere changed instantly. His demeanor was as deep as the sea, and those phoenix eyes could not keep any shadow.

Her tone was slightly raised, and it was no longer the past gentleness and tenderness, but gave people a sense of supremacy.

"It looks like the condensation month is here," she said.

Zuo Hufa has been protecting Rong Yu at Wuxinya by her order. After leaving, Rongyu kept watching at Wuxinya to monitor the condensing moon. At this time, he appeared in Shiqiaoyu, proving that the condensing moon is definitely coming. Her order.

There was a streamer in Zuo Hufa's eyes, and he said in awe: "You are still as good as ever, you can see everything easily."

Rong Xian smiled slightly, warm and kind.

Zuo Hufa shivered uncontrollably, rubbing his goosebumps to silence.

Rong Xian said peacefully: "Don't be afraid, I just want to tell you the old."

Zuo Hufa: "..." Then don't scare me!

"No self." Rong Xian called out, his tone fluttered to the ground, unpredictable and unpredictable.

The look on Zuo Hufa's face disappeared instantly, and his enchantment disappeared, becoming pure and clear, clean and holy.

At this moment, the breath of him and Rong Xian's whole body overlapped for another moment.

"Various behaviors, everything is bitter. All methods are without me, silence is pleasure. Amitabha." The beads on my wrist fell on the palm of my hand.

He stood there with the beads in his hands, staring calmly at Rong Xian, only to hear him say lightly: "Rong Shi, the poor monk has no politeness."

Rong Xianfeng's eyes were clear as the sky. She looked at me without a sigh and said, "Hanxi Temple is still there. If you want to go back, go back."

The man in Tsing Yi stood in place, his long hair was freely bound by the wooden clogs, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his appearance was handsome.

He looked at Rong Xian quietly, and there was a trace of sadness in his calm eyes. "The poor monk cannot go back."

He paused for a moment, his voice was still faint, and there did not seem to be sadness and joy: "Hanxi Temple is still there, the old man is no longer, the poor monk has been enchanted and cannot go out."

Rong Xian smiled softly, her whole body was warming up, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, she smiled with frowns, holy and compassionate: "The Buddhists have a saying: the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back to the shore, as long as you kill the demon, you can come out. "

Without me looking at her, the dark, ink-like eyes were a kind of unshakable peace. He spoke softly, every word was like a Buddha's shrine: "All beings have their own reason, and so is the devil. Although the Buddha has angry King Kong, the poor monk is willing to demonize himself. "

"Really?" Rong Xian took a step forward, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was completely different from the deep sea-like eyes, with a soft tone without weight, "Without me, you just do n’t want to come out, you Did your Buddha tell you how a soul who does not want to be redeemed can get out of hell? "

Wuwu looked up to the sky, as if I saw the solemn Buddha in the main hall.

Immediately, he looked at Rong Xian calmly and said quietly: "The poor monk has long departed from the high Buddha and fell into the endless abyss."

Because there is someone in the heart of the poor monk who is deeply sorrowful, that person is more important than the Buddha.

In the end, she died.

Buddha did not save her, nor could she.

Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice seemed to be nostalgic, and she was sad: "Cousin won't come back. Without me, be persistent and don't sink."

Although she is not a good person, she does not want to see the last deceased person sink into darkness, she can never find her former appearance, and she does not want her clean memory to be beyond recognition.

Without me, her clear phoenix eyes were rare, and the Buddha above the far end seemed to look at him with compassion.

He said: "Everyone in the world has obsessions, poor monks, donors, immortals, and demons. If obsessions can be easily broken, they are not obsessions.

He couldn't forget the obsession and affection of his girl when she saw him unconsciously laughed, he couldn't forget the shameful blush when his girl sent a newly-made robe, and he could not forget his girl's overbearing announcement He is her, and he can't forget that his girl often sneaks in when he is in the evening class and keeps asking her to keep asking: I and the Buddha, respect.

Without me moving the beads, I have returned to that scene countless times in my dreams over the years, and his girl asked in his ears again and again: Do I care for the Buddha?

He gently embraced his girl and told her decisively: You are more important than the Buddha.

Then his girl was ashamed, and they said goodbye to the Buddha and lived happily together.

But dreams are always dreams, and reality is always late.

When he said goodbye to Buddha and was about to turn old with his beloved girl, his girl left him and could never return.

The Buddha said that everything that works, like fantasy bubbles, like dew is like electricity, should be viewed like that.

But Buddha, disciples cannot.

He squeezed the beads tightly and murmured softly, "Amitabha."

Rong Xian did not persuade him that the destruction of the Rong clan was more than nothing.

She looked at the black eyes flowing out of my calm eyes, and then the whole body's clean breath suddenly became enchanted, and the corners of her lips narrowed slightly with a playful smile.

"The Lord is narrative old?" Zuo Hu Fa said.

Rong Xian looked at the self-defeating demon left guardian, and groaned for a moment, and commanded: "It's over, and Hanxi will soon appear. You can find a way to bring the condensing moon in front of Hanxi and let Hanxi dispose of it."