They thought quickly in their minds: Mo Youlan left suddenly as soon as she came in, showing a sense of hurry. Was it because she sensed danger?
Did she feel the danger herself, or was someone warning her?
But no matter how he knew it, it meant that the opportunity for the two of them had been missed, and Mo Youlan would not come again.
At this time, should we catch up and complete the victory in one battle, or should we suppress our thoughts, stop pursuing the enemy, and wait for others to figure it out slowly?
The two looked at each other again, nodded through gritted teeth, and then rushed out of the window regardless of the surprised looks of people around them.
They drew an arc in the air, landed on the roof of a house, tiptoed again, and turned into two loose arrows and shot out.
They stared at Ning Zhenzhen closely.
Ning Zhenzhen shuttled among the crowd, like a fluttering butterfly, light and agile, seemingly not fast, but actually very fast.
She had taken Tianyun Fruit, and her speed had already exceeded the limit of human beings. With the blessing of the Flying Butterfly Palm, her speed was even faster.
Although the two elders were galloping freely on the roof without the obstruction and obstruction of the crowd, they still failed to catch up with Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen shuttled through the crowd lightly, and after taking a few breaths, she reached the end of the street and turned into a small alley.
There is only a wall between the small alley and the noisy street, but they are like two worlds, quiet and mottled with light and shadow.
The two of them got into the alley without hesitation and followed closely. Their spiritual senses already sensed that Ning Zhenzhen seemed to be slowing down.
They didn't sense other people, and being in such an environment was more conducive to releasing the strange poison in the jade box.
What's more, they have seen through life and death now. Even if there is an ambush, no matter what, if they open the jade box, they will still be paralyzed.
So there's nothing to be afraid of.
They walked into the alley without hesitation, and after two turns, they found two young monks standing in the alley.
The two young monks were wearing bright yellow robes and had shiny bald heads. Their four ring scars were particularly conspicuous, showing their status.
The two monks titheed together and looked at them calmly.
The two people looked ugly, sensing that Ning Zhen was really hiding around the corner ten meters away, and they could catch up with him with a single charge.
But looking at the two monks not far away in front of me, they looked solemn.
As an elder of Shenjian Peak, he was certainly familiar with the Great Miaolian Temple. When he saw that they only had four ring scars, even though he could not sense their cultivation and existence, he still knew that the two of them were great masters.
The precept scars of Damiaolian Temple are different from the precept scars of ordinary temples. In other temples, the more rigorous the Buddhist practice is and the more precepts are observed, the more the precept scars will be.
A scar is a precept, and keeping the precepts requires the addition of precepts one by one. A sudden increase of too many precepts will easily lead to confusion, confusion, and confusion.
One precept every ten years, or one every five years. First, keep one precept, then two, until you keep nine, or even twelve.
The Daimyolian Temple is different.
First he upholds the twelve precepts, and then he keeps reducing the precepts. It is said that the highest state is when there are no precepts to uphold.
Unfortunately, it seems that no one has reached the point of no precepts yet. Having reached the four precepts, he is already a highly trained monk.
Keeping the precepts is rigorous and precise, one step at a time, each realization is a scene, and it is not just a matter of words.
Without the realm of a great master, the practice of Buddhism cannot reach the Four Precepts. This is certain of the Great Miaolian Temple.
Therefore, whenever you see a master within the Four Precepts or within the Four Precepts, that is the real Grand Master, so be absolutely careful.
Of course, in addition to the four precepts, the five precepts or even the six precepts may not necessarily be a great master, so the cultivation level of the monks of the Great Myoulian Temple cannot be judged based on the precept scars alone.
Precept scars can only judge the state of Buddhist practice.
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"Amitabha." The two young monks titheed and looked at the two middle-aged men gently: "Two donors, please come with us."
"Daimiaorenji Temple?"
"Amitabha."
"Okay." One of the middle-aged men sneered and put his hand into his arms: "The Great Miaolian Temple really wants to protect the Jade Butterfly Sect."
"Amitabha."
"Then let's see what Da Miaolian Temple is really capable of." The middle-aged man took out a small jade box from his arms.
The jade box is only about the size of a palm and as flat as an arm.
He took a sharp breath, his chest rose and fell violently, then held his breath and quickly opened the jade box, and suddenly a bright red flower appeared in front of the two young monks.
The rose-like red flowers are stained with dew and sparkle in the sun.
Another middle-aged man pounced on the two young monks.
"Amitabha!" The two young monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, pushed out their palms, and the strong wind howled like a violent wind.
A ray of sword light pierced the Gangfeng and stabbed decisively towards the two of them, intending to pierce the chest of a young monk.
But his sword was clamped by a pair of palms.
The young monk clasped his palms together, clamped the long sword, looked at the middle-aged man calmly, shook his head and said: "The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no shore at all. You two benefactors should just stop and follow us back. Our temple will not kill you."
"Hey." The middle-aged man fiercely drew his sword and tried to pull it back, but it didn't move at all.
Another middle-aged man held the jade box and the red flowers in the box, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth and let out a breath.
He puffed up Lao Gao's chest to calm down. After exhaling this breath, he quickly closed the jade box and his face turned red.
This move was extremely risky. If I was not careful, I failed to knock down the person on the opposite side and fell down first.
The three people who were fighting suddenly stopped.
Their movements froze, and then they fell limply to the ground.
The faces of the two young monks turned red, but they still looked at the middle-aged man who rushed over calmly: "Donor..."
"Shut up." The middle-aged man holding the jade box in his hand scolded without hesitation, and flew to the corner without caring about the two of them.
"Chi!" There was a soft whistle and a clear light.
The middle-aged man wanted to retreat, but he wasn't fast enough.
The jade box and the five fingers flew into the air together, rolling and stained with blood. They were exceptionally bright in the sun, no less than the red flowers in the box.
Ning Zhenzhen floated lightly into the air, stretched out her long sword and caught the jade box.
The jade box rested firmly on the sword, although the middle-aged man didn't care about the broken five fingers. The broken fingers seemed not to be his hands. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ning Zhenzhen, trying to take back the jade box.
Ning Zhenzhen held the jade box with her long sword. Her body was graceful and agile. She easily avoided his attack and patted him on the back with a light palm.
"Bang!" He immediately crashed into the alley wall.
He wanted to struggle out, but the energy that rushed through his body robbed him of his strength, making him weak and weak.
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande came out of a corner with two middle-aged men. He first helped the two limp young monks up.
After a while, the two young men stood up. After the warm and cool breath penetrated their bodies, they quickly drove away the softness.
Monk Yuande looked at the two middle-aged men who were helping an elder from Shenjian Peak to find out his situation.
At the same time, his eyes fell on the jade box that Ning Zhenzhen was still holding on to his long sword.
Monk Yuande solemnly said: "This should be the Xiaomihua, a unique and unique object of the Mi Shen Sect."
The two middle-aged men had cold expressions and plain looks, and stood very inconspicuously among the crowd.
They let go of the elder of Divine Sword Peak and allowed him to collapse to the ground like mud again.
Their eyes turned to the jade box.
Ning Zhenzhen picked it lightly.
The jade box flew over.
A cold middle-aged man took it and disappeared around the corner in front of him. A moment later there was a muffled "bang" sound.
Another cold middle-aged man hurriedly rushed over, and then there was another muffled "bang" sound.
When Monk Yuande and Ning Zhenzhen walked over, they found that they were both lying on the ground, and the jade box was held by the cold middle-aged man with difficulty.
The red flowers are still placed firmly in the box.
"Sure enough, you are smiling like a flower!" The two cold middle-aged monks Chao Yuande and Ning Zhenzhen gave a wry smile.
Monk Yuande sighed, bent over, closed the jade box, and at the same time received two cool breaths, allowing them to recover quickly.
The two looked at Monk Yuande in surprise.
Monk Yuande smiled.
He did not explain the source of this power, and the two cold middle-aged men did not ask any more questions, thinking that it was the magical power of the Great Miaolian Temple.
There are countless miraculous feats in the Daimyolian Temple, and it is not surprising that there is one that can restrain laughter.
A cold middle-aged man's eyes flashed and quickly became bloodshot.
Monk Yuande said warmly: "Master Zhang..."
The cold middle-aged man gritted his teeth and squeezed his voice out from between his teeth: "I have three brothers who are folded in this smiling flower."
There was a chill in his voice, and his eyes stared at the jade box.
Ning Zhenzhen had already uncovered the green gauze, revealing Mo Youlan's true face, and said calmly: "Is it possible that the Mi Shen Sect is the only one in the world that has the Smiling Mi Hua? It may have been obtained accidentally by Shenjian Peak."
"Only the Mi Shen Sect has it." The cold middle-aged man sneered: "The Laughing Mi Flower is not naturally formed, but is formed through careful and unique cultivation by the Mi Shen Sect. How could it be obtained accidentally by Shenjian Peak."
"Is it true that Shenjian Peak is colluding with the Mi Shen Sect?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned and looked at Monk Yuande: "Master, I still don't believe it. This is too bizarre."
"They have an inflated mentality and are dissatisfied with the Great Miaolian Temple. What can't they do?" Another cold middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "If you are not strong enough, of course you will want to use external help."
"But they should know that Mi Shen Sect is Dayun's sect."
"As long as you can dominate the martial arts world, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a bad idea to cooperate with the Dayun Imperial Court."
"Amitabha..." Monk Yuande sighed, shook his head and said, "Not being able to ask for something is the biggest trouble in the world."
"I think we should be cautious." Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "After all, Shenjian Peak is too powerful. Once we deal with them, it will have a great impact on our Dayong Wulin and even weaken our entire Dayong strength."
The middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes sneered: "Keep the Divine Sword Peak, we don't know when we will cause trouble, the threat will be even greater!"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande sighed: "What Sect Leader Mo said is true. We will be cautious and not jump to conclusions."
Ning Zhenzhen nodded hurriedly.
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When Ning Zhenzhen returned to her small courtyard, she found Fakong already sitting at the stone table drinking tea with a leisurely expression.
Ning Zhenzhen sat opposite him, took the teacup handed over by Fakong, and took a sip: "Brother, this time..."
Fakong's eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly became dark. He looked at her and shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work just this time."
Ning Zhenzhen nodded.
It's not that easy to frame a top sect like Divine Sword Peak, and I don't expect to be able to bring down Divine Sword Peak at once.