The next day, when Mu Fusheng woke up, it was already noon, and Youtanhua had disappeared.
There was something strange today. Mu Fusheng noticed that the demonic energy in the Demon Mountain seemed to be much stronger than usual, and the barriers everywhere seemed to have been strengthened, and there were obviously fewer demons walking around.
But these had nothing to do with him, and he continued to meditate and chant sutras as usual.
At night, several shrill screams came from the back of the Magic Mountain. Mu Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes and stood up uneasily.
After leaving the dormitory, he followed the pitiful screams and walked toward the back mountain. The demonic aura grew stronger and stronger along the way.
Suddenly, several figures quietly came out of the darkness to block him. They were all masked demons in black.
"In the important area of the back mountain, no one can enter, otherwise they will be killed without mercy." The leader of the demons warned coldly.
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, dear donors, may I ask if the Lord is in the back mountain now?"
"No comment." The demon envoy took another step forward and stood in front of Mu Fusheng.
Mu Fusheng was confused. He looked up at the bright moon in the dark night, which was as bright as a disk. He thought of Cui Guo's words yesterday when his senior interrupted him, "Full moon?" Does it mean a full moon night?
If she was just dealing with Su Li alone in the back mountain, and the roars just now were obviously not hers, what on earth was the senior doing in the back mountain? What does it have to do with the night of the full moon?
Mu Fusheng could only suppress the doubts in his heart and returned to his dormitory. He chanted the sutra for a whole night before he could calm down.
It wasn't until dawn that the door of the dormitory was opened from the outside, and a strong smell of blood rushed in.
Mu Fusheng looked intently and saw Youtanhua standing in front of him covered in blood, with blood still dripping from his right hand.
"Senior!" Mu Fusheng said in shock.
"Why are you still here?" The two blurted out almost at the same time.
Mu Fusheng supported Youtanhua and said worriedly: "Senior, are you injured?"
Youtanhua didn't dodge. She leaned on Mu Fusheng and let him support her: "No, this is other people's blood."
Mu Fusheng's body paused and then stopped.
"What? Are you scared?" Udanhua sneered, "If you are scared, get out."
"Senior, lie down first, and the young monk will help you purify."
Only then did You Tanhua realize that Mu Fusheng had helped her to the bed. Mu Fusheng stopped because he had no way to go, not because he was frightened by her.
Youtanhua lay down awkwardly, and Mu Fusheng followed her on the bed and lay down next to her.
She turned around and looked at Mu Fusheng, who quickly closed his eyes and slowly held her hand.
Youtanhua was startled, but unexpectedly did not let go. Mu Fusheng's hand, filled with warmth, slowly wrapped her cold hand in his palm.
Mu Fusheng felt uncomfortable being stared at by Udanhua, but he forced himself to ignore it and began to recite the Guru Rinpoche Purifying Mantra.
As the ethereal mantra was recited word by word, the blood stains on Udanhua's body became transparent to the naked eye, and a cool and refreshing feeling slowly spread from head to toe. Udanhua closed his eyes unconsciously.
Eye.
After reciting Guru Rinpoche's Meditation Mantra, Mu Fusheng heard the sound of steady and long breathing next to him, and he couldn't help but smile.
Mu Fusheng then sat up and carefully observed Youtan Huazai from head to toe. Finally, she found a wound on Youtanhua's slender arm.
He wrinkled his eyebrows inadvertently and said to himself: "You still say no."
Mu Fusheng got up and just opened the door of his dormitory when he bumped into Cui Guo who was pushing the door open.
Cui Guo was startled at first, then quickly grabbed Mu Fusheng's neck and said seriously: "Why are you here?"
She knew that the Lord would come back at this time, but she didn't expect that Mu Fusheng would be one step ahead of her.
"Ahem, cough, cough," Mu Fusheng said reluctantly, "Senior is asleep, please keep your voice down. It was senior who asked the young monk to stay in the dormitory every night."
Cui Guo was suspicious, but seeing no movement in the room, she escorted Mu Fusheng to the bed.
After a night of exhaustion, Youtanhua was sleeping soundly at the moment, and turned over impatiently when he heard the noise.
Actually fell asleep? Once Yutanhua falls asleep, his consciousness will become loose and he will be unable to suppress the crazy demonic nature in his body...
Cui Guo had a bold guess. She let go of Mu Fusheng, but she couldn't help but look him up and down.
Could this be the power of the Buddha? The Lord really had the foresight to kidnap this Buddha before those stinky monks did.
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha, senior's arm is injured, and the young monk wants to go to you to ask for some medicinal materials."
Cui Guo was shocked again when she heard that You Tan Hua was injured. This was something she had never heard of before.
She looked towards where Mu Fusheng was pointing and saw a small scratch on You Tan Hua's right arm. She couldn't find it unless she looked carefully. Moreover, in the blink of an eye, the wound was already healing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
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Cui Guo was speechless: "..."
Her face was covered with black lines. To Udanhua, does this count as a wound? No, to any monk, does this count as a wound?