Obviously, the two masters Wufear and Wugui know Qingying’s secret.
So Yun Qiyou asked: "Two masters, I wonder who this Qingying Xiaoni is? Why does Qingying Xiaoni understand the "Prajna Heart Sutra" that the gods and nuns don't even understand? Who taught it to her?
her?"
The two masters suddenly stopped smiling and looked at each other with a hint of vicissitudes of life in their eyes.
Yun Qiyou saw that there must be a secret in it, and it probably involved a big secret of Buddhist esoteric sect, so he said: "It was a junior who made a mistake just now." Master Wuhui shook his head and said: "They are all old things, and they also involve the founder of this temple.
Monk Lujiao, I also ask Donor Yun to forgive me. From now on, Qingying will teach you the Prajna Heart Sutra, and you can just learn it. But Donor Yun, please don’t ask about the origin of Prajna Heart Sutra, and don’t ask Qingying where he learned it from.
Come."
Yun Qiyou nodded.
She was extremely happy at the moment, but her emotions were very weak and she rarely showed them on her face.
Now that Qiqiao Exquisite Heart has a way to crack it, as for the secret about Qingying, it is actually not important to her. Curing the heart disease is the most important.
Yun Qiyou's side made a major breakthrough, but Ye Xiaochuan's side was in trouble.
Everyone has long been dissatisfied with Ge Paopao. After discussions between the leaders of several sects last night, they no longer followed Ge Paopao's marching route, insisting on saving time and crossing the Bobcat tribe's territory.
The Shancat tribe, also known as the Cat People, is one of the thirty-six alien tribes in southern Xinjiang. They are born with fast and fierce movements, and their sharp claws and fangs can tear apart tigers and leopards.
Just after advancing for two hours, a group of people were attacked by the Bobcat tribe.
Hundreds of thousands of monsters with humanoid cat heads and cat tails, under the cover of dense jungle, launched an attack on this group of foreigners who trespassed into their territory.
After just a moment of fighting, more than a dozen righteous cultivators were seriously injured by the Lynx clan.
These cat people, just like real cats, have nine lives. Unless their heads are chopped off, they cannot be killed.
The righteous disciples all held a ball of fire in their hearts. Taking advantage of the large number of people, they had no intention of retreating from the attack of the Shanmao tribe. They formed a circle in groups of three and five, and all kinds of fairy swords and magic weapons came out. Even the dozens of
All the great Buddhist monks roared like a lion to slay demons.
Ye Xiaochuan cut off the tail of a lynx warrior that flew over with his sword. The monster quickly rolled on the ground a few times, and then disappeared without a trace, incredibly fast.
In terms of numbers, the Bobcats naturally had the advantage, but after all, the Bobcats were no match for these two hundred masters of cultivation. After several battles, the Bobcats suffered heavy casualties, with hundreds injured and forty or fifty killed on the spot.
people.
Before Ye Xiaochuan took action, these Lynx tribe members were just like the Frogmen tribe that attacked them last time.
Yang Jiu carried a lynx tied into a big rice dumpling and threw it in front of Ye Xiaochuan. The guy had many wounds on his body and blood was flowing all over him. He was not dead yet. Ye Xiaochuan had to admire the tenacious vitality of the lynx tribe.
What impressed Ye Xiaochuan even more was that under the sword of Yang Jiu, a violent maniac, there were still prisoners...
He had seen them all just now, and the one who was most happy to be killed was this little pervert Yang Jiu.
The captured Lynx warrior had his eyes wide open and bared his fangs at Ye Xiaochuan, looking very ferocious.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Brother Cat, we are just passing by here and have no ill intentions towards you Bobcats. Why do you want to attack us?"
The cat people living deep in the Shiwan Mountains naturally cannot understand the Chinese language. Ye Xiaochuan had all the nice things to say, but the cat person prisoner just made a loud voice to Ye Xiaochuan.
The language barrier and difficulty in communication were big problems. Ye Xiaochuan asked people to find Gesang who was hiding in the crowd. She must understand the language of the Bobcat tribe.
Gesang is here, but she doesn't understand the language of the Lynx tribe either.
After counting, it was found that the righteous cultivators had injured thirty-nine people in this confrontation, and no one died. This made Ye Xiaochuan somewhat relieved.
Gesang asked him: "What are you going to do with this cat man?"
Ye Xiaochuan shrugged and said: "Since none of us have died in their hands, and we don't understand what he means, let me go. I'm not in the habit of killing prisoners of war."
Gesang nodded and was about to untie the rope of the lynx warrior when suddenly a man jumped out from beside him.
It turned out to be Yang Linger.
Yang Ling'er said calmly: "We can't let him go. Three female disciples of my Piaomiao Pavilion died in southern Xinjiang. The blood debt will be repaid with natural blood."
After saying that, there was only a flash of light, and the fish intestine dagger returned to Yang Ling'er's hand. Looking at the lynx warrior, a red line slowly appeared on his neck, and then the entire cat's head slowly emerged from its shoulders.
It fell down.
Ye Xiaochuan frowned. He was not merciless towards the aliens who attacked him, but asking him to kill a prisoner who was tied into a big rice dumpling was unacceptable to Ye Xiaochuan.
He said: "Ling'er, you are too murderous now, you'd better restrain yourself."
Yang Ling'er said: "Restrain? If our people are captured by the Bobcat tribe, do you think there is still life? This is southern Xinjiang, and any woman's kindness may cost her life. If we don't solve it with thunder, I don't know.
How many foreign races will try to take advantage of us in the future?"
Ye Xiaochuan's face was full of displeasure. Just as he was about to argue with Yang Ling'er, he was dragged away by Zhao Wuji, Su Qin and others. As for Yang Ling'er, he was also dragged away by Yang Yishuang and several other Piaomiao Pavilion disciples.
Regarding the killing of the cat man, everyone has different opinions. Some people advocated eradicating the roots, while others advocated letting it live. Now Yang Ling'er raised the knife and killed it directly. It has become a foregone conclusion. There is no need to start a dispute over this matter. Now this
The biggest fear in a team is that everyone is not of the same mind.
After being dragged away, Ye Xiaochuan was furious. He used to think that Yang Ling'er had a somewhat benevolent heart, but after this time, it seemed that there was a ferocious beast hidden in Yang Ling'er's heart.
A man-eating beast!
He also knows that everyone is depressed now, with a blood-eating flame inside. If this violent emotion cannot be channeled well, it will not be beneficial to future practice.
It's like being in the underworld.
For thousands of years, those masters of cultivation who entered the Underworld Sea and never returned, what killed them was not the weather in the Underworld Sea, nor the water monsters in the Underworld Sea, but themselves, because they could not suppress the negativity in their hearts.
Emotions. Among the entire team, the only five people who can control this negative emotion very well are Ye Xiaochuan, Zuo Qiu, Qin Fanzhen, Yang Yishuang, and Monk Liujie, because they all came out of the underworld alive and have better mental abilities than others.
Others are much more determined and have some experience in channeling negative emotions.
.Others have never been to the Sea of Hell, so it is difficult to suppress and channel the violent emotions that are gradually growing.
