"I don't know what explanation the donor wants to give, please give me some pointers!"
In the jungle, the sound of the compassionate Buddha resounded.
"Old Bald Donkey, please stop pretending. Boss Lin asked you why you wanted to save this grandson. And why did your Junior Brother Bald Donkey appear at Shanhe Pass?"
Bai Xiaopang said angrily.
"Amitabha……"
Ci Nan smiled and then said: "With one sword from the donor, is it possible to kill everyone in the world?"
"One can kill one!"
Lin Huang smiled, but it was full of murderous intent.
"Can the donor kill the poor monk?"
Ci Nan asked.
Lin Huang frowned, and then shook his head. The monk in front of him seemed gentle and kind, but the latter made Lin Huang feel much more terrifying than Ci Sheng.
I'm afraid Ci Nan's state has already reached the peak of Wuhou.
"Since the benefactor cannot kill the poor monk, if the poor monk wants to save the benefactor Song Wugui, can the benefactor still kill him?"
Ci Nan said with a smile, but he was very determined to protect Song Wugui.
"You can try..."
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and said, his eyes falling on the weak-looking Song Wugui, with murderous intent on his face.
Ci Nan did not recite the Buddha's name, but clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "The poor monk wants to protect a person, even if Xuanyuan raises his troops, it will be useless. Can the donor be trusted?"
"Don't believe it!"
The forest wasteland cuts a decisive path.
Ci Nan smiled dumbly, then shook his head helplessly, and continued: "With the donor's intelligence, he should understand the meaning of the poor monk appearing here!"
"not understand!"
Lin Huang shook his head and said, too lazy to answer any riddles with Ci Nan. The same is true for Ci Sheng, and the same is true for Ci Nan. Two old monks who have practiced Buddhism, after entering Buddhism, will they not be able to speak directly?
The smile on Ci Nan's face faltered, and after coughing to cover up his embarrassment, he finally revealed the purpose of his visit:
"My master invites the donor to enter Wuchan Temple!"
Um?
Lin Huang frowned slightly. Even though he had already guessed in his mind, he was still a little surprised at this moment. He had heard of Ye Wuchan's name only more than twenty days ago. Why did the latter let the disciples from the temple come to find him into Wuchan Temple?
"Old bald donkey, don't even think about it! I, Boss Lin, am still a young boy. How could I enter your Wuchan Temple and become a monk?"
Xiaopang Bai waved the hammer in his hand and struck towards Ci Nan.
A buzzing sound.
Before Little Fatty Bai got close to Ci Nan, the latter just held the flower and smiled, and a golden Buddha light appeared around him, knocking Little Fatty Bai away.
Lin Huang's face was filled with black lines after hearing what Fatty Bai had said earlier.
"Why did you invite me to Wuzen Temple?"
Lin Huang frowned.
"My master didn't tell me, and the poor monk didn't ask!"
Ci Nan's face showed indifference and calmness, and then continued: "Perhaps the donor has killed too many sins, and one day he will become a demon. Entering Buddhism early is a blessing for all living beings!"
"oh!"
After Lin Huang calmed down for a moment, he smiled calmly, not believing a word of Ci Nan's words. Then, Lin Huang pointed at Song Wugui and said:
"You let me kill him, and I will follow you into Wuzen Temple!"
What Lin Huang said about entering Wuchan Temple is different from what Ci Nan said about entering Wuchan Temple. One of the so-called entering Wuchan Temple is to enter this temple. Another explanation is to escape into the empty door.
I just don’t know if Ye Wuchan’s meaning is the same as Lin Huang’s idea, or if it is the same as Ci Nan’s.
In the jungle, Ci Nan smiled and shook his head, and said with kind eyes: "The purpose of the poor monk's coming is to let the donor enter Wuchan Temple. But the poor monk has been in the world of mortals for thirty years and is used to seeing life and death, but he can't see anyone.
Killing in front of a poor monk!"
"In this case, master, please leave!"
Lin Huang imitated the gesture of clasping his hands together and said with a smile: "But master, please pay attention. I will kill Song Wugui every time I see him. I have said this to Master Cisheng before!"
Ci Nan smiled and said, "The poor monk said that even if Xuanyuan Tibing appears, he cannot kill the people he wants to protect!"
Lin Huang nodded and smiled but said nothing, and then led the three of them out of the jungle.
It's not that Lin Huang doesn't want to kill Song Wugui, but that Ci Nan is there and he can't kill him at all. Even if Jun Qingcheng is added, he is still beyond his reach.
The combined ages of the four of them are terrifyingly only half of the old monk's age.
"Amitabha……"
Less than half a quarter of an hour after the four people left, the jungle was still filled with the sound of the compassionate Buddha. The hoarse voice revealed a ray of compassion and expectation: "The poor monk is in Wuchan Temple, waiting for the benefactor of the forest!"
"This old bald ass!"
Little Fatty Bai was holding two big hammers, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and then continued: "Boss Lin, how about we go back to Xuanyuan Mansion to borrow troops, flatten the Wuchan Temple, and hang up that bastard Ye Wuchan
beat!"
Ahem.
Lin Huang kicked Xiaopang Bai away with one kick, thinking about why Ye Wuchan sent people down the mountain to invite him into Wuchan Temple.
Do you really want to escape into Buddhism?
…
Outside the Qinglong Mountains, Song Wugui had passed out long ago. Cinan carried the latter on his back, walking on the flat official road, heading towards Wuchan Temple step by step.
Suddenly, Ci Nan stopped and calmly raised his head.
Not far ahead, I saw a middle-aged man standing quietly. He looked a bit ordinary, but it made Ci Nan frown.
The man blocking the road stood calmly, but there seemed to be thousands of troops behind him.
"I have allowed you to roam the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than thirty years, but when did the people from Wuchan Temple dare to save the people from the Blood Spirit Palace so blatantly?"
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands and spoke calmly.
Ci Nan put down Song Wugui on his back and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked calm and said with a smile:
"Just now, the poor monk told Donor Lin that even if you come, you can't kill the people the poor monk wants to protect!"
"oh?"
The middle-aged man blocking the road smiled and said calmly, and then said calmly: "Even if Ye Wuchan comes out of the mountain, I'm afraid he won't be able to say this!"
Ci Nan shook his head and stared at Xuanyuan Tibing with a pair of confused eyes, as if he wanted to see through the latter. After a long time, he said silently:
"There is a green dragon behind the poor monk. Do you want the poor monk to take off his clothes and show it to the donor?"
In the middle of the avenue, the middle-aged man suddenly frowned. After a moment of silence, he got out of the way and said, "You can go!"
Ci Nan smiled, then carried Song Wugui on his back again, and slowly walked past the middle-aged man.
Bang.
Just as the two people passed each other, Song Wugui's body behind Ci Nan exploded violently, and blood flew everywhere, splashing blood all over the middle-aged man and Ci Nan.
"you……"
Ci Nan was so angry that he had forgotten to recite the Buddha's name. There was anger in his confused eyes, but he never took action against the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man slowly turned around, his face engraved by the blade showed desolation and unparalleled domineering:
"The ancestor of Wuxiang died, and the Xuanyuan family entered Dongling in white clothes. After the battle, there were only eleven old men and three young ones left. The whole family generously died in order to kill the Blood Spirit Palace and suppress the evil demons in Dongling.
I'm not going to let you escape into Buddhism. Now two hundred years later, you still want to take away the people of the Blood Spirit Palace in front of me, and brazenly say that there is a blue dragon behind you?"
Ci Nan's face was startled, his face flushed and he didn't know how to respond.
The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and continued: "No matter how caring you are for the common people, how compassionate you are, and how compassionate you are in the world. From today on, you are no longer a member of my Xuanyuan family. If you dare to enter Xuanyuan City, the leader of this clan will personally kill you."
Kill you!"
After that, the middle-aged man left with his hands behind his hands, but the mighty voice above the official road, like an ancient bell, poured into Ci Nan's ears:
"Ancestor Xuanyuan Zheng once established the twenty-seventh rule of the clan. Until the evil spirits are extinguished, no one member of the Xuanyuan family can become a Buddha. Do you remember that?"