A group of people walked out of the main hall door. This person was wearing a brown monk's robe with a yellow inner robe. He looked young, with slender cheeks, a tall nose, and the corners of his mouth were always slightly turned up.
, half-smiling, and matched with his leisurely and contented demeanor, there is a sense of enlightenment.
As he slowly walked out, the gold and bronze door that had been pushed open slowly closed.
Acheng's eyes were wide open. This golden and bronze door, which was probably weighing a thousand kilograms, was actually pushed by the monk's internal force, and then slowly closed. If he hadn't seen clearly that there were no other people around, how could Acheng believe the facts in front of him?
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When the door was opened just now, Acheng could clearly see that two monks in blue robes were pushing it open, and they looked like they were struggling.
This young monk was actually able to close the door with his own internal strength, and he looked relaxed, without any sign of any difficulty.
This person's skill is so high that he may have already reached a higher level. No, even an old beggar may not be able to do it. Obviously, this monk's strength is much higher than that of an old beggar.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Acheng looked at the monk who opened his eyes gently. If the feeling he gave people just now was that of stability, peace, and a sense of enlightenment, then when he opened his eyes, he
, giving people the feeling of being able to see through all the situations in the world.
The monk in brown robes had his eyes as deep as the stars. Acheng was deeply attracted at the first glance. He couldn't move his eyes away, and Acheng felt that all the thoughts in his heart were exposed.
In his eyes, in front of him, no one can hide a secret.
The monk gently kissed Acheng and said without moving his lips: "Poor monk Jingfan, it is a great honor for the benefactor to come to this temple, but this temple has important matters now, so I hope the benefactor will understand!"
Acheng was stunned. Jingfan clearly didn't open his mouth, but a voice came out, as if ringing in his ears. Acheng was shocked and couldn't help but bowed and replied: "Respecting your wishes, I will leave here!"
"Haha, leave? No one can leave here today!"
Just when Acheng turned around and was about to leave, a sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other rang in his ears. Hearing this, Acheng was shocked and dizzy. The energy in his body surged wildly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Amitabha!"
As soon as Jingfan announced the name of the Buddha, the monks around him also recited a burst of sutras, cadenced and recited according to a certain pattern, and even the night sky was tainted with a distant atmosphere.
"Jingfan, hand over Bodhidharma's relic today, otherwise your Lingyun Temple will be burned to the ground!"
The grinding sound that made one's hair stand on end came again, echoing constantly in the surroundings, and the specific direction could not be distinguished. This time there was a low voice of chanting sutras. Acheng finally did not vomit blood again, but he also felt a chill.
But I thought in my heart, Jingfan's strength is so high, and there are still people who dare to kill people in front of him, isn't this person also a peerless master?
"when--"
The big bell tower located in the west suddenly rang, and even the whole bell tower seemed to shake for an instant. Acheng was stunned. He didn't know why the bell tower rang on its own, but before he could figure it out, a Buddhist bead said
By chance, it fell in front of Acheng.
Acheng's face really changed this time. This small Buddhist bead was able to shake the entire bell tower through Jingfan's hands. What kind of skill is this, turning decay into magical power? Acheng couldn't help but sigh.
With.
All the monks turned around neatly in an instant, all facing the bell tower. The four Vajras shook the Zen staff in their hands. The roaring sound was endless, but they had the momentum of thousands of troops.
"Buddha delivers the destined person! The donor appears!"
Jingfan's faint voice came to my ears.
"Hmph, old man Jingfan, it seems he is stronger than expected and not as weak as expected!"
After a sandpaper-like sound, a figure stood on the bell tower. This person was dressed in black and actually had a yarmulke on his head. He didn't look like a Chinese person, and his appearance was slightly sinister, but when you glance at him, you can see
When Acheng stood beside him, a cold breath came, just like looking at a dead person.
Acheng was stimulated by one after another abnormality. At the moment, he just wanted to leave this horrible place. Anyone who came out could kill him with his eyes. Feelings of loneliness and panic filled his heart. The world at the moment was incompatible with him, and he was just a superfluous person.
This is the world of the strong. There is no room for the weak. He still has a long way to go.
Jingfan said calmly: "Donor, why should you be persistent? The relics are the most precious treasure of Buddhism. Please go back!"
"Jingfan, there is nothing that my soul demon wants that I can't get!"
"If the donor insists, defeat the poor monk, and no one in this temple will stop you!" Jingfan also said directly and honestly, and did not want to delay it. It is very likely that there are many people around who want the relics, and they just want to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys.
The Soul Demon stopped lingering, and in a flash he was in front of Jingfan. His fist hit Jingfan's head directly. His movements were powerful but made no sound, and seemed very slow.
Jingfan still looked indifferent. He stretched out his right hand very leisurely, gently flicked his index finger, and touched Hundemo's fist. Under the slight touch, Hundemo trembled violently, and his figure changed again.
In a flash, he was already behind Jingfan.
I don't know when, a long thorn appeared in the hand of Soul Demon, with a trace of blue light in it. It must have been poisoned, and it stabbed Jingfan in the back of the neck instantly. The viciousness of the attack was really eye-catching.
Jingfan still acted as if he hadn't seen it. The moment the spike hit Jingfan, the spike stopped moving. For some reason, the Soul Demon stood quietly.
The scene was very strange. The monks were constantly chanting sutras, which was accompanied by the scenes of Soul Demon and Jingfan. Of course Acheng would not see how they fought, so he could only watch this strange scene blankly.
"Ahem——"
"Thank you for your mercy, Master!" Soul Demon's sandpaper-like voice sounded. He was less angry than before and more respectful. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and said, "I will never step into your temple in the future!"
Jingfan remained indifferent and said softly: "This sharp thorn is too vicious, so I put it in Lingyun Temple!"
Acheng swallowed a sip of saliva. Is this how masters of the Xin Dao compete with each other? I wanted to learn a few tricks secretly, but in just two moves, I solved the entire Soul Demon that seemed to be quite powerful. In the blink of an eye, the Soul Demon was gone.
There was no trace, only Jingfan could be seen gently catching the sharp thorn.
"Donor, please come back!" Jingfan looked in Acheng's direction.
Acheng didn't say much, just bowed, turned around and left. He couldn't help but secretly feel sorry for himself. The situation just now might have triggered the mission. Unfortunately, his charm was too low, and he wasn't the one who could get involved here.
A place of harmony.
After leaving the gate of Lingyun Temple, Acheng went offline directly.
Looking at the small room, which was originally my study, but now that the bedroom was occupied by others, I could only make do with it. I felt my somewhat empty stomach, so I went out to find something to eat.
Lan Rumei didn't know where she was. Acheng looked up and looked at the electronic clock on the table. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Now that he was playing games today, Acheng's schedule had stabilized.
The only lights in the room were the big one at the door, which looked a bit dim.
Acheng wandered to the refrigerator, and when he opened it, he found that there was nothing except two bottles of milk.
"Hey! It seems we can only go out to eat!" Acheng muttered in his heart.
He took his wallet, dragged his flip-flops downstairs, lit a cigarette and hung it on his lips. Every night when he came out of the game, Acheng couldn't help but feel a little lonely, which can only be fulfilled in the game.
a little.
"Ye Cheng! Why are you going?" Lan Rumei's crisp voice came from a distance.
As soon as Acheng left the gate of the community, he heard Lan Rumei's voice. He turned around and took a look. Today, she was wearing a large orange short-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body and a white short skirt on her lower body. She looked very tall from a distance.
The feeling, coupled with her attractive big eyes, is indeed very tempting, even Acheng can't help but look at her a few more times.
"Oh, we're going to eat!" Acheng said calmly. Thinking of living together now, he couldn't be too indifferent. He smiled and said, "Have you had dinner? Do you want to join us? You won't lose weight again?"
Lan Rumei walked over slowly, and upon hearing Acheng's offer to invite me to dinner, she said, "Okay, this is the first time you've invited me to dinner!"
Looking at Lan Rumei walking over, Acheng thought to himself that fortunately he was taller, but this girl was only half a head lower than him, and he couldn't help but think that it would be difficult to find a boyfriend for such a tall girl.
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Lan Rumei looked at Acheng looking at her blankly, pouted her lips, and said unhappily: "**, what are you looking at!"
She didn't say anything at first, but when she scolded Acheng, he immediately reflexively looked down at Lan Rumei's breasts.
It's quite big. Wearing such loose clothes can have such an effect. It's really good. Acheng thought evilly, and couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth. It's a typical clothes look.
