Youtanhua inadvertently trembled slightly. She was not afraid of Lou Ying, but the pain of finding the line between life and death made her subconsciously have a conditioned reflex.
But she sneered calmly on the surface: "It seems that the Demon Emperor has been lonely for a long time. He talks a bit too much today? Let's get to the point, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
"If you let me out now, you will still become my best sword and the most beautiful empress." Lou Ying said seductively.
At this time, Su Li complained plaintively: "Emperor, isn't your empress mine? Why are you still thinking about that bitch Udanhua..."
Before Su Li finished speaking, his voice turned into a painful wail.
"Get out!" Lou Ying said impatiently and disgustedly.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows: "The Demon Emperor seems to be in a good mood today, and he is still thinking about acting for me. If the Demon Emperor is sure to break through the formation on that day, why can't he wait for this time? I can suppress it.
Once you can become a prisoner a second time, you are the one who is really afraid, right?"
You Tanhua raised his hand, and all the phantoms of Demon Emperor Lou Ying floating in the air disappeared.
A tall man wearing a black robe and a black cloak was buried in the shadows, standing directly in front of Youtanhua.
Youtanhua stared at Lou Ying and said: "We are all here, so don't play such childish tricks. I just wanted to see how perverted you are today, and you really did not disappoint me."
Thinking of having to fight with such a thing every day for the next two hundred years, Utanhua felt nauseated.
If Mu Fusheng saved her and this thing two hundred years later, this would really make her feel sad.
It would be really ironic if she wasted her whole life, struggled for half her life, and ended up with the same ending as this thing.
I hope Mu Fusheng can still think of the "senior" he kept calling him and give her some dignity.
Youtanhua didn't want to talk nonsense with Lou Ying anymore, so he left the formation a little irritably. Lou Ying quickly chased after him, but he bumped into the closed formation.
At sunset, Mu Fusheng had finished his day of discussing Buddhism and was preparing to return to the Magic Mountain.
As soon as he walked to the temple gate, he saw a master standing in front of the temple gate with his hands clasped piously.
Although Buddhism is flourishing in the world of Nanyang, it generally refers to the prosperity of Buddhist temples. In contrast, nunneries can be said to be unknown. As early as hundreds of years ago, a group of nuns began to devote themselves to escaping from the world. Since then, there have been few nuns alive.
appear in front of you.
When the little nun saw Mu Fusheng coming out of the temple, her eyes lit up, she clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, are you Master Mu?"
Mu Fusheng was stunned for a moment, this young master's wife... actually looked somewhat similar to his senior.
But he reacted immediately, clasped his hands together, and replied calmly: "Amitabha, he is the young monk."
The little nun scratched her head and said awkwardly: "The poor nun Lingyu is a disciple of Guanyin Temple. I heard that Master Mu held a water and land ceremony in Futan Temple. The poor nun had something that he wanted to discuss with Master Mu. Unfortunately, the poor nun did not practice it.
I was practicing any spell, so my pace was a bit slow, and the ceremony was already over when I arrived."
Mu Fusheng thought for a while and said: "If Master Tai doesn't mind, he can go into the temple to wait for a while and have some fast food. The young monk will come back later to discuss Buddhism with Master. What does Master Tai want?"
This master came from afar and must be a devout fellow-traveler. Mu Fusheng also felt somewhat like-minded, but he had to go and say hello to the senior, otherwise the senior would lose his temper when he saw that he had not returned to the Magic Mountain.
Upon hearing this, Lingyu immediately nodded excitedly and said happily: "Thank you so much, Master Mu, for taking care of me. That poor nun would be more respectful than to obey."
After Mu Fusheng left, Lingyu's originally lively face suddenly seemed to have lost its vitality and became extremely stiff. She stepped into the temple step by step and came directly to the statue of Buddha.
She stood sluggishly, without any respect at all, and through her eyes, it seemed as if there was a cold sight traveling through time and space looking at the shining golden Buddha statue.