The person who came was the young magic monk who had asked Monk Shanshou to care about all his heart, Cikong from Takano Mountain.

However, his cobalt pestle and Buddhist beads only made the "piercing male" Dekarya waved his hand in annoyance, then looked at the broken carriage, and then said:

"I have wandered around this world for hundreds of years and escaped for hundreds of years. I do not want to directly conflict with you, the genius artists who claim to be light. I am not a crazy junior like Elizabeth, who never tire of killing humans to squeeze blood. So sometimes I turn to the side of the dark demon, and sometimes I keep myself alone. The side of the light and the side of the dark allow me to make such a sage that sways left and right."

"So you actually didn't have to worry about anything I would do."

This is said in great sincerity, but the "original" has an ominous meaning.

Earl Dekarya flashed and moved away from his carriage. The door that had been pierced by Buddhist beads fell down miserably, allowing the visitor to see the scene inside.

Nayo Takeru sat quietly in the carriage, her slightly smile never faded away, but her white dress was covered with blood!

What penetrated her heart was not a bullet, but a Buddhist bead.

Dekarya glanced at the girl whose life was about to disappear and said regretfully: "After applying the rosary, the rosary of the mana, was infused with the Buddha's breath by your magic monks, it became a more terrifying killing weapon than a gun. But for hundreds of years, the magic monks I have seen in Takanoshan, seem to have never known what a terrifying group of people they are in this world.

The new shirt and dress were taken from the butler, and how the white shirt with no hole in the back was worn on Dekarya seemed to have become an incomprehensible puzzle.

In front of him, the young monk with a dark face stumbled over, and the iron ring tin staff that had originally flashed with the Morizhi Tianbao in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"In order to kill a demon, you can throw the entire village into the curse fire of the Unmoved King. In order to capture a reincarnated demon, you can follow the example of Herod of the ancient Hebrew and arrest all children of the same age to be executed. Of course, you can also use Buddhist beads that are more dangerous than firearms to the crowd. Anyway, your lords will force the secular rulers to wash your butts."

Mocking the world's most powerful esoteric mountain, Dekarya looked at Cikong, who was trembling all over and down, and his knees fell toward the ground, but shook his head: "Forget it, at this time, there is no need for a dark resident to criticize the base camp of light... Just let you say goodbye quietly."

The young monk opened his mouth and howled without sound, moving his knees towards the dead girl little by little.

Her rosy face, at the moment of heavy blood loss, showed a heart-wrenching blue-white blue-white look. But the girl didn't know the reason for her death until the moment she died. She just listened to the monk singing the mantra and died in hope.

sorry.

sorry.

sorry.

The tongue and vocal cords that could sing a terrible truth quickly were already knotted at this moment. The young monk opened his mouth wide and tried his best to make only howl like a dying beast.

Without wanting to see the ugly appearance of the man who lost his beloved, Dekalya turned around and prepared to leave with a demeanor that suited his identity.

There was no sound in Qinglian Temple surrounded by fire lotus. The originally too heavy moonlight suddenly dispersed, paving a small silver-sand path on the road outside the mountain temple.

A crowd came from the end of the path.

They were men and women dressed up in good costumes. The men were dressed in decent kimonos and holding small banners with white silk in their hands. The young Kabuki, known as "female-shaped", played music with soothing rhythms.

The girls holding branches held a colorful kimono and walked to the dilapidated carriage, as if the celestial people riding in the cloud carriage had descended to the palace to welcome the beautiful Kaguya Hime.

"Miss Nayo Takeru, the new lady from Maruyama, we will welcome you to the moon!"

On Nadayao Zhu's increasingly cold body, the girl's soul was standing up. The girls then took out the tortoiseshell-muffed head from their waists and temporarily put it on for the girl's makeup. However, the peony hairpin was rejected by the girl. She took out an old hairpin carved with chrysanthemums from her sleeve and inserted it in her hair bun. With the guidance of the girls, she looked at Cikong reluctantly and said silently:

"Goodbye in the next life, Mr. Monk!"

Dekarya looked at the autumn moon in the night sky with emotion: "The kingdom of Archangel Shalier is also the Pure Land of Moonlight Bodhisattva in your Tantric Buddhism. The dead will spend the years before reincarnation there. Unfortunately, that world has nothing to do with me..."

Someone interrupted his feelings coldly behind him: "Mr. Earl, because I can't make any moves now, I'm not going to burn you for the time being. If you are tactful, just take it out of this matter. As for all the problems in Qinglian Temple, treating it as an irrelevant dream and forgetting it will be very helpful for you to continue to enjoy the life of being invisible to the sun in the future."

Zhu Yue, who was still dressed as a maid, stood behind Dekarya politely and ended her speech: "According to the will of my master, I will convey the advice as above."

Although the maid's hat with a ruffled leaf on her head and the white apron on her body was also in a simple style, behind Zhu Yue, a strong aura rose, forming a virtual image of the nine-tailed white fox and the pearl-holding celestial girl.

Dekarya glanced at the maid in front of him, then looked at Qinglian Temple. The fire lotus above the burning temple carried his extremely frightened aura, so he shrugged and decided to leave this place of right and wrong.

The famous vampire count was about to leave, but Zhu Yue walked to Cikong. The girl looked down at Cikong's face as if she was looking at some inflammable garbage.

"It's so ugly, Cikong. You are a disciple of Ahra Li Cihai, the great man in Takano Mountain. That man is second only to the master in Takano Mountain. You are raised by him as a son, but you are crying for such a trivial matter."

The girl's expression seemed to have returned to the seemingly tame but rebellious expression when she was Takano Santa Ginniten, but the contempt for the men had a little more of Pan Jinlian's temperament.

But Cikong just glanced at the girl, then turned his head with a dull look.

Zhu Yue, who was ignored, had no dissatisfaction on her face. She stepped on Cikong's forehead like the beautiful Lord Vishnu gave the believers mercy.

"But if you haven't seen each other for a few years, you have become a more cowardly man."

What answered her was a dry and "Ah" that Cikong said as if she was about to die.

Of course, Zhu Yue would not be satisfied with this behavior, so she raised her foot and stomped Cikong into the dust.

"Answer me, should the spell artist in Takanoyama look like you are so cowardly?"

Of course, her question was not answered, and the girl continued to talk:

"A ignorant young child formed handprints in the thatched hut, and could turn the simple hut into a fortress that hundreds of giant dragons could not destroy. The decayed old man sang a man in front of the palace of the demon god, and could turn the strong city of Mount Sumeru into the most miserable ruins. The death of the flesh cannot stop the spell of the spell. Even the curse of the gods can only avoid the way in front of the spell, rather than crying so helplessly in front of me like a little devil abandoned by his parents!"

This passage finally made Cikong react: "Yes, there is a curse for resurrection... but that is a taboo that Yumoto Mountain does not allow."

Zhu Yue smiled coldly at the reaction of Cikong: "If there are really taboos in Takano Mountain, then my connections are in charge of the eight corpse-dolins, swallowing the corpses, but awakening the dead. The dakinis Takini Tian, ​​who broke the boundary between life and death, should not be respected in Takano Mountain, and even evolved into the Zhenyan Sect, who rebelled against Takano Mountain, those who broke the precepts who greedy corpses and liked ****."

Zhu Yue lowered her head and stretched out her hand to Cikong: "Come on, come and pray to my true family, Tajinitian, visualize its body, recite its mantra, and seek it from Tajinitian's soul-returning technique..."

As if confused by Zhu Yue's words, Cikong trembled and stretched out his hand to seize the slim hope.

But at this moment, a cypress fan knocked on the back of Zhu Yue’s head without hesitation: “Ah! Just a little late, your nature will be revealed again! Uncle told me that practitioners of the Tajini Heavenly Law will unconsciously recommend the soul rebirth technique and the Body-taking method to others. Moreover, whether it is the living dead created by the soul rebirth technique or the use of the body rebirth technique to pretend to be the rebirth technique, it is a very bad behavior!”

"I understand, Miss, please allow me to sue..."

"Don't leave, really, uncle always likes to take in some weird guys, and I'm like the unfortunate junior who is forced to walk with weird pets like iguanas..."

While complaining, Sima Ling then stretched out the cypress fan and floated towards the soul body. The girl who was about to fly up with the strange courtesan parade team waved: "Guanghan and Qingxu, isn't a place where girls should go? When Hun Xi returns, everything is left to my uncle."

This was clearly a curse that was shirking responsibility, but it carried an unusual aura, a sharp gold aura, and in a blink of an eye, the false human forms that welcomed Naida Bamboo's soul were twisted into light particles all over the sky.
Chapter completed!