Leng Ningyue screamed and fell to the ground with pain. Layers of black fog around her quickly escaped from her body as if she was driven away by something and spread out.

As the black mist passed, the smooth and tender cheeks of Condensing Moon began to appear wrinkles, and her ink-like hair gradually turned gray.

Leng Ningyue stared at the left guardian with wide eyes, looking frightened: "Buddha practice, you are actually a Buddha practice."

The response to her was the left guardian who gently twisted the beads and said Amitabha with no sorrow or joy.

Leng Ningyue's face was aging, and her body was covered by golden Buddha light. A big "卍" Buddhist text flashed and shining, as if she wanted to wrap her in.

Seeing that Leng Ningyue was in danger, Aqi turned the forbidden spirit chain in her hand and tied it up, and then rushed out of the siege with Leng Ningyue.

Seeing that so many people could not stop A Qi, Lou Hanxi stared at the forbidden spirit chain, his face gloomy: "It's ridiculous to do whatever he wants with the spiritual weapon given by the Lord."

She said coldly: "The moon guard will chase you, and you will be killed without any consequences."

When Yuewei heard the order, he hurriedly chased Aqi and Leng Ningyue in the direction where they escaped.

Lou Hanxi waved his hand, and dark shadows retreated into the darkness. Her attention fell on Wuwo: "Master Wuwo, it's been a long time since we saw you."

Wu I nodded gently, his temperament was unworldly, like the flowing clouds without dust on the nine heavens: "Donor of the Cold Stream."

Lou Hanxi looked complicated: "I remember that the master was the host of Hanxi Temple. Now he calls me my name. What do you think?"

Wu Yi smiled softly, diluting the holy Zen meaning of the whole body, like an immortal who fell into the mortal world: "I miss it very much."

Lou Hanxi looked sad and hatred, sad and selfless, hated the culprits who caused all this.

Wuwo was picked up by the host of Hanxi Temple and raised him. He is about the same age as Jing's cousin and is childhood sweetheart. Lou Hanxi often goes to Hanxi Temple to find Wuwo with her cousin Jing.

Wuwo can tell many stories, make food that is hard to refuse, and make the most mellow wine in the world. Her winemaking skills are learned little by little by little, but Wuwo has long stopped brewing wine.

Lou Hanxi still remembers Wuwo’s original appearance, his arrogant character, his talent, and his temperament that is as unparalleled as an exiled immortal lingering all over his body.

But now it can no longer be seen. It is always a pity and regret that the noble immortal fell into the mortal world.

Lou Hanxi was silent. Perhaps the regret in her eyes was too obvious. Wuwo stopped turning the Buddhist beads and said in a sincere tone: "The donor of Hanxi does not have to do this, everything is a fixed number."

Lou Hanxi couldn't help but stab him: "Since you know it's a fixed number, why should you immerse yourself in it and not get out?"

Wuwo smiled bitterly and said frankly: "I am not yet able to cultivate my country."

He looked at the corpses around him, sighed and said earnestly: "Hanxi, you have killed too many people and have too many people to retaliate. The cost of this road is too high, you can't afford it."

Lou Hanxi said stubbornly and firmly: "I will soon have nothing except this life, and no cost will matter."

She was covered with black mist, and her voice became ethereal: "Master, let me, a sinful person do this kind of thing to go to hell. If you can, you will still be the lofty holy monk and save the world."

Her figure shook, turned into black fog and flew towards the courtyard where she had been watching. Behind her, several black shadows followed closely.

I stood there silently for a long time.

After a long time, he looked up at the sky, as if he had seen the Buddha who was high above through layers of obstacles.

He murmured softly: "I am merciful, and my magic power is boundless, why can't I save a little girl?"

When he spoke, Wuwo was in a daze for a moment, and then he realized that he was resentful in his heart, his Buddha.

Once, her little girl said, "You convert to Buddha, and I convert to you, how about that?"

He said: "Okay."

Then, he who converted to Buddha lost his beloved girl, and his girl who converted to him lost her life.

From then on, he broke the precept of killing, damaged his practice, had empty thoughts, and rebelled against the Buddha.

There is no more merciful holy monk in the world. He can’t even save himself. How can he save others?

Wuwo's ​​eyes flashed with black air, and he turned back to the unpredictable left guardian again.

The left guardian rubbed his forehead in distress and turned toward the distance. The task assigned by the Lord to protect the young master was not over yet, so he should be loyal to his duties.

On the other side, Rong Xian walked into the house, and the night pearl illuminated the simple house as if it was daytime.

She sat at the table and looked at Bai Changyue who had just walked in. Her fingertips moved slightly, and a silver needle was worn by golden thread and headed towards Bai Changyue like lightning.

Bai Changyue was shocked and subconsciously grabbed the silver needle, his heart churned. What's going on? Is Rong Xian trying to attack her?

Before she could figure it out, she saw the silver needle suddenly turning and pressing on her wrist.

At the same time, the golden thread wrapped around her wrist and bound the silver needle to her wrist.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Bai Changyue came to her senses and was about to question Rong Xian, but she saw Rong Xian frowning slightly, pressing her fingertips on the silk thread.

Bai Changyue was stunned. Is this taking the pulse?

Yan Fei walked in and saw this scene, sitting quietly on the other side of the table, looking at Rong Xian's movements with interesting interest.

It’s really rare to see who she has turned her medicine. It’s really rare to see if she can see her cure her with her own eyes or treat her incurable disease like Bai Changyue.

Bai Changyue also knew that if there was really someone in this world who could cure her stubborn disease, it was Rong Xian, so she stared at Rong Xian without blinking. Every frown of Rong Xian made her frightened, fearing that she would hear bad news.

After a while, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around Bai Changyue's wrist was loosened with silver needles. After leaving Bai Changyue, he turned around in the surprised eyes and wrapped around Yan Fei's wrists.

Yan Fei raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that the thread would come to her again.

But she did not move and let Rong Xian check her injuries. Bai Changyue also sat beside Yan Fei and waited.

The time for Yan Fei to take the pulse was much shorter than that of Bai Changyue. Rong Xian knew the two of them well and then took back the golden thread.

"Doctor Rong, how about it?" Bai Changyue asked with a trembling voice trying hard to suppress her inner expectation. She didn't even dare to ask, "Can you cure it."

She was afraid of being disappointed again. If Rong Xian couldn't cure it, and if no one could cure it anymore, she would probably be like this in her life.

Rong Xian didn't keep it a secret. A warm curve was raised on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were as clear as the sky, with a faint soothing: "You can cure it, don't worry."

Bai Changyue's tense body relaxed, and tears in her eyes could no longer help rolling down.
Chapter completed!