Lejulou Tianzi Room.

Zhou Chuang has been cleaned up by his junior brother. Now he has changed into a clean long gown and is lying unconscious on the outside of the bed.

His face was pale, and there was no trace of blood in the corners of his lips. He looked extremely weak, and he did not have the arrogance he had before. His spiritual power was chaotic and disorderly, and now he is barely still in the early stage of foundation building.

Daozhuo is applying acupuncture to him, supplementing the Taoist original Heart Sutra to stabilize his situation.

Seeing that someone pushed the door in, Daozhuo reached out and pulled out the golden needle from Zhou Chuang's body and turned around to look.

What came in from outside was Heng Yu, Xiaoyaozi and his group.

Xiaoyaozi looked anxious and hurried to the edge of the bed to check the situation of his disciples, and even forgot to say hello to Daozhuo.

Dao Zhuo understood his mood at this time and didn't mind. He got up and pinched the Taoist trick and moved his position to Xiaoyaozi.

When Dao Zhuo stood up, he staggered a few times.

——He spent too much spiritual power when applying the needle just now.

Leju reached out to support him: "How do you feel now with fellow Dao Dao?"

Daozhuo stood firm: "Thank you, my son, I will be fine after a while. It's a pity that fellow Taoist Zhou had such a disaster."

When he said this, even if he showed that the breeze and bright moon were like Daozhuo, a ruthless look flashed through his eyes.

He was just going to capture the witch. He was teased by the witch several times in a row, but Zhou Chuang was still being nourished by the yin under his nose.

This is undoubtedly a naked and naked provocation for the always-successful pride of heaven.

Heng Yu thought for a while and asked, "Will you meet that witch when you arrive at the scene to save fellow Taoist Zhou next time?"

Dao Zhuo nodded: "The witch was always covered in her face. When I arrived, she was about to leave. During the fight, the witch dropped a sachet."

He took out a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to Hengyu.

This sachet is sewn in plain gray.

Generally speaking, no one will sew sachets with this gray color.

Heng Yu rubbed the fabric of the sachet and gradually realized that something was wrong.

She looked at Enlightenment: "...Why do I think this fabric was cut from the monk's robes?"

She had seen Qingyu wear a gray monk's robe made of the same material.

He frowned and looked at the sachet carefully: "Amitabha, this is indeed the fabric of the monk's robes of Wuding Sect."

Heng Yu approached and sniffed the sachet.

In addition to the rich fragrance of Acacia flowers, it seems... there is also a very light bitter Bodhi taste.

He stroked the sachet inch by inch, and on the inner side of the lower right corner of the sachet, Heng Yu touched a little needle and thread - look at the outline that looked like a word.

Heng Yu told Zuo about her discovery: "Touch it."

I realized that the slender and round fingertips fell on the sachet and carefully outlined them: "This font seems to be Sanskrit."

Soon, I realized and confirmed: "Yes, the Sanskrit version of the word "quiet".

A sachet fell from the body of a demon who practiced the technique of collecting yang and replenishing yin. The fabric used to make this sachet was cut from the robes of the monks of Wuding Sect...

Heng Yu has already made up for the bloody drama of love, hate, and love.

And she had reason to suspect that the monk's Buddhist name contained the word "jing".

Heng Yu blinked and said to Yuwu: "Don't rush to leave Pingcheng, stay here to help fellow Dao Dao and others."

After leaving Pingcheng and returning to Huacheng, there was nothing fun.

It’s better to stay here in Pingcheng.

Realize that there is something in your heart.

He has been guessing who the monk with the word "jing" in the Buddha's name is.

Heng Yu's proposal can be said to be exactly what he wants.

"I am just thinking this way."

-

Zhou Chuang is still in a coma.

However, his situation has stabilized and his cultivation level has not declined any further.

Recently, it was raining in Pingcheng. Hengyu stayed in the restaurant to practice calligraphy. She was bored and was still drawing Q-version Buddhist comics.

When it became a bit weird, the protagonist of the comic, the bald monk in the Q version, was named "Yiwu" by her.

A story only has four grid content, so it is still easy to draw.

Heng Yu took the time to draw two stories. Just as he was about to pick up his pen and draw the third story, he heard someone knocking on the door of her wing room.

"Master Luo, do you want to go down and eat something?"

The person knocking on the door was Little Monk.

Heng Yu took the drawing and walked to open the door of the room: "Okay."

There are fewer people going out on rainy days, so even for dinner, there are only three or four tables of guests in the restaurant lobby.

Baiwu sat at the table beside the door and waited for Heng Yu to go downstairs.

When I saw her, I realized that, "The new dish in the restaurant is called cherry blossom shrimp. I thought it was good, so I ordered it for the Luozhu."

When the waiter served the dishes, Heng Yu found out that he had ordered a cup of lotus root and rib soup for her.

The lotus root and ribs sink into the soup together. The lotus root meat is soft and the ribs are stewed just right, and all the flavors are blended into the soup.

Heng Yu took a sip and the corners of his lips rose happily.

"The lotus roots in the restaurant are delicious. We can order fried lotus roots tomorrow to try it."

Heng Yu said.

I realized that I can’t try lotus root and rib soup, but I can still eat lotus root.

It’s a pity that the lotus root in the soup is stained with the taste of meat, otherwise Heng Yu wouldn’t mind sharing the food with Yu.

Although Zhihu doesn't necessarily mind eating what she has eaten :)

Heng Yu drank some soup to make her stomach, took out the Q-version comic she had just drawn and handed it to Wu: "Let me show you "The Little Monk Yiwu"."

"Um?"

The end of enlightenment rose and was a little confused.

He took two drawings and looked at the young monk wearing a monk's robe, with cinnabar between his eyebrows, and his name was taken as "Yiwu": "This--"

"Do you think the little monk Yiwu I drew is cute? If it is not cute enough, I will go back and change it."

Jiuyu lowered his eyes: "Is Master Luo here to play with painting?"

"This kind of comic is easier to promote than Buddhist short stories. I want to draw it slowly, and when I accumulate too many drawings, I will produce a collection of paintings."

Zaiwu chuckled: "Will this make Luo Master too troubled?"

Heng Yu raised his lips and smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if I'm willing to do anything."

While the two were talking, a monk holding a nine-ring tin staff in his right hand and a bowl in his left hand came in from outside the restaurant.

The monk was wearing a straw hat that blocked the rain on his head, which was pressed down very low, hiding half of his face in the shadow below the straw hat.

When he walked in, he happened to hear Heng Yu's last sentence.

The monk raised his hand, raised his hat a little, and looked at Heng Yu and Qingwu's table.

When his eyes fell on them, the monk recognized Heng Yu and Yu's identity—

The Buddhist son of Wuding Sect and... the female practitioner of Hehuan Sect.

The cultivator was wearing a black long dress with bright and sincere eyebrows, which made people unable to help but believe what she said.

But these beautiful words often look like poisons and medicines wrapped in honey.

It was an abyss that was even more painful than the Avici Hell.

As if he had thought of something, the monk's eyebrows tingled.

He lowered his eyes, his figure gently shaking, and the nine-ring tin staff he was holding tightly in his hand jingled.

The sound from the Nine-ring Tin Staff made Heng Yu and Yu Ju turn their heads.

When he saw the monk's figure clearly, Heng Yu was stunned: It was the monk she saw when the monk she opened the altar to preach that day.

He didn't notice it before, but Heng Yu now noticed that the monk's aura was even more amazing than his realization, which shows that he was at least in the middle stage of the elixir!

"Senior Brother Lewu, do you know what kind of Buddhist cultivation is?" Heng Yu sent a message to Lewu.

When you realize it, you are in the Dan Killing Stage, and you still have a clear judgment on the monk's realm.

He replied: "The late stage of the Killing Pill is only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage."

Just one step before the Nascent Soul Stage?
To be continued...