Only when a fire with a few sparks explodes in front of you can people feel a bit warm and at ease.
Ning Caichen warmed his hands in front of the fire and smiled and nodded to the bearded Yan Chixia who came in.
After all, his force is so powerful, and although he looks majestic and upright, if such a master wants to kill himself, it is as easy as trampling an ant to death.
Moreover, this place is located in a remote area. Not only are there tigers and wolves, but there are also rumors of mysterious and inexplicable demons causing trouble.
Living under the same roof with such a great monk always makes people feel at ease.
Yan Chixia ignored Ning Caichen, but looked at Mrs. Ye thoughtfully.
At this moment, Mrs. Ye is eagerly helping my Buddha to straighten his body, pulling out the weeds on the Buddha statue, and picking up the dirty debris on it.
After all, this is your biggest thigh. Due to emotions and reasons, you have to be somewhat respectful in your performance, right?
He moved very quickly, and there were no cleaning supplies here, so it was impossible to make it very clean.
After jumping off the Buddhist altar, Yan Chixia was about to speak, but she saw Mrs. Ye walking towards the Arhat statues on both sides without looking back.
First came the 18th-ranked Crouching Tiger Arhat. While Tai Ye was ordering him, this eldest brother who had barely made eye contact with him, he used Qi to convey his kind thoughts:
"Brother Fuhu, Brother Wei has come to help you pack up your throne. It's strange that I missed you after being in the mortal world for so long. When Brother Wei one day achieves enlightenment and attains the Buddhahood, I will definitely not forget you."
Although they are all kneeling and licking.
But his identity is that he is the seventeenth among the Eighteen Arhats under the command of Buddha. Each of the Eighteen Arhats' magical powers are the best among thousands of other "concubine" Arhats. After all, they are the only eighteen Arhats who have been passed down by the Buddha himself.
As for his predecessor, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, his supernatural powers and Buddhist practice were among the top one or two among the eighteen Arhats.
Naturally, it is impossible to lick these brothers like kneeling down to lick the Buddha. That would be unbeautiful.
Huh?
A kind thought came from me!
Ye Tai captured it keenly!
He grinned, and conveyed his energy to the Arhat statue: "Brother, my memory and magic power have not been restored yet, but in order to eliminate the evil party, promote the mercy of our Buddha, and suppress the demons, I may have to fight with the old Black Mountain demon Wu."
It’s a battle of wits, you see…”
"@#￥Don't worry..."
An obscure spiritual thought came from the broken statue of Crouching Tiger Arhat.
The vague idea made Ye Taixin worry that an old monster from Montenegro was nothing.
Ye Tai is very happy.
I passed a few more Qi messages, but got no response.
But enough.
This means that I am still under the Buddha's nose, and the goodwill and concern of those brothers for me have not been cut off because of my reincarnation.
Ye Tai happily tidied up the statue of Arhat Crouching Tiger, and directly skipped the seventeenth one, which was his own statue of Arhat Subduing Dragon.
Look, brother, I don't even have to take care of my own position first, but I have to take care of it for you.
My subjugation of the dragon is not selfless, but I am informal in this life, with wine and meat passing through my intestines, sitting in the heart of the Buddha, the spiritual platform is clear and bright, even if it is stained with dust!
A few vague thoughts of kindness disappeared in a flash.
Although she didn't get any response, Mrs. Ye felt that her confidence was inflated and inflated again!
"Ahem!"
Finally, when Mrs. Ye put away the third Arhat with Long Eyebrows, Yan Chixia couldn't help it anymore and coughed to remind Mrs. Ye.
Ye Tai turned around in surprise, looked at Yan Chixia for a while, and with a quick glance, he knew that this Kunlun swordsman was in the "late stage of out-of-body experience".
Among the Lingyin Temple, he is considered a relatively powerful master.
After all, apart from a few elders of the Hui generation, Guang Liang, the highest-cultivated supervisor in the temple, was only a small level higher than Yan Chixia before he could break through with the Dragon Subduing Relic.
Moreover, for a "sword cultivator" who specializes in the pursuit of lethality against monsters, even if he reaches a lower level and cleans up Guang Liang in the relic stage, there will be almost no pressure.
This also corresponds to the plot in the second Chinese Ghost Story movie, where Yan Chixia's soul leaves her body and fights monsters, but she is unable to return because her soul was injured and separated from the body for too long.
The control power of the soul by monks in the out-of-body stage cannot be compared with that in the transformation stage, where both "spirit" and "body" are perfect and equally powerful.
Mrs. Ye raised her head to him and said, "What's the matter?"
Yan Chixia originally wanted to remind these two people not to stay here because there were monsters nearby.
But seeing Mrs. Ye's nonchalant look, even after her own detection, she found out that he was just an ordinary person with "no cultivation". Yan Chixia also guessed that it was not that Mrs. Ye was unaware of the monsters here, but that she was not afraid of them at all.
This is a master of magic who hides his cultivation.
Yan Chixia took a deep look at Mrs. Ye and said, "Comrade?"
Mrs. Ye smiled slightly and said, "That's right."
Yan Chixia looked at the Buddha statue he was cleaning again and said, "Buddha cultivator?"
Mrs. Ye responded with the same two words: "So."
Yan Chixia nodded and asked no more questions. She sat down next to the confused Ning Caichen, lit a fire and said:
"That's good. A certain family is feeling unsure about cutting down the tree. After you finish cleaning it up, how about we go cut down the tree together tomorrow morning?"
"Can."
Ye Tai responded lightly and continued to clean the Arhat Dharma.
northwest direction.
About 20,000 miles away.
This is outside the border of Bashu land.
The primitive giant trees are thickly covered with tigers, wolves and ferocious beasts, and the rivers flow across the country. There are only a few small mountain villages with relatively backward life, located in the Canglong Mountains, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots.
"Sister, where are we going?"
Beside the winding and turbulent river in Bashu.
On a forest path.
A woman wearing a green gauze dress, with lively eyes and a graceful figure asked enthusiastically.
In front of her, a woman with fluttering white clothes, a taller figure, and a charming and charming face, but with a touch of celestial spirit, said with a smile: "Let's go to Suzhou, by the West Lake."
The sound is mature and crisp, making people drunk when listening to it.
These two people are surprisingly Xiaoqing, a green snake who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and Bai Suzhen, a white snake who has cultivated for nearly two thousand years.
Similar to the original record, Xiaoqing was playful and caused trouble in the human world in Bashu. Bai Suzhen, who was dedicated to good, cast a spell to subdue him.
But thinking that the two of them were of the same kind, and that Xiao Qing was just having fun and had no intention of causing harm to either of them, White Snake let him go.
However, because Xiaoqing finally met someone of the same kind who was stronger and more mature than herself, she accepted White Snake as her sister.
Under the guidance of White Snake, the two of them headed east towards Suzhou with good intentions.
Hearing this, Xiao Qing blinked her smart eyes and said, "Where is West Lake? Where are you going?"
The white lady smiled and said: "Repay the favor."
"Repay a favor?"
Xiaoqing didn't ask much after hearing this, but made a sad face.
She was about to speak, but suddenly her face lit up and she said, "Repaying a favor is no more fun than fighting with the same kind!"
Naturally, Lady White noticed something was wrong. Following Xiao Qing's gaze, she saw a majestic black shadow in the river, breaking through the waves and swimming toward the Bashu territory in the west.
(ps, in the original work, White Snake has a cultivation level of nearly two thousand years, swallowed the golden elixir, and has a Taoist practice of more than two thousand years. Xiaoqing has a cultivation level of about eight or nine hundred years, close to a thousand years. With the guidance of the White Snake, his combat power and Taoism are about a thousand years old. Five updates, please give me one.