"She deserves to be the most beautiful fairy Ran Ran. This skin is so beautiful!"
"Isn't Fairy Ran Ran the illegitimate daughter of Yu Weifeng? Why hasn't she returned to the Yu family yet?"
"..."
Listening to the chatter around them, Yao Ranran got a lot of information.
The father-daughter relationship between the head of the Yu family and her was exposed!
The bronze sword in her hand is one of the sealed immortal weapons used by Guanfan Temple to suppress certain evil creatures.
The monk from Guanfan Temple will be here soon!
"Put down the sword of anger!"
Well, it’s already here…
The gentle and soft, compassionate voice of heaven and man echoed in her mind.
Yao Ranran held the Sword of Anger in her hand tighter!
Mu Jialing was stunned for a moment and said again: "Fairy, please put down the sword of anger in your hand."
Yao Ranran shook the bronze sword in her hand and said helplessly: "I can't let it go!"
Mu Jialing frowned slightly, "Why would the fairy deceive me?"
Wu Changde and Wu Changde were also worried, "Yes, Fairy, it's useless for you to hold this sword, just give it to Buddha!"
I don’t know how Fairy Ran Ran pulled it out, but they just walked away for a while...
Yao Ranran tried her best to throw her hands away, "I really can't let go!"
Mu Jialing clasped his hands together and advised: "Fairy, this sword has been guarding this place for many years. It has been transformed from a fairy weapon into a murderous weapon. It is useless for you to hold it, so you should put it down as soon as possible."
"...I really can't let it go, don't just say it aside, help me pull it out!"
"Fairy Ran Ran, let's help you!"
Wu Changde and the two men started to draw their swords.
Since Yao Ranran was holding the end of the sword hilt, Wu Changde and Wu Changde could only hold the rusty blade and pull it outward.
With a squeaking sound, the rusty sword blade swiped across the palms of their hands, leaving two traces of blood in mid-air.
Wu Changde and Wu Changde were stunned on the spot.
The whispers all around exploded.
"Fairy Ran Ran, don't you want to hand over the Sword of Anger?"
"Even if it's a murder weapon, it's a fairy-level sword. It's been stored for tens of thousands of years, and the blade is still so sharp!"
"She hurt the two senior brothers on purpose, right? There are rumors that Fairy Ran Ran is not a kind and innocent woman, and the kindness she shows is all an illusion! This time when she encounters the Hate Sword, she can't hide her ambitions!"
"That's right..."
Mu Jialing and Yao Ranran heard everyone's discussion clearly.
Mu Jialing took a step forward, "Since the fairy can't pull it out, the young monk has no choice but to help the fairy."
Yao Ranran turned the tip of the sword away, "Come on, come on, pull it out quickly!"
Mu Jialing was startled for a moment. The woman didn't look like she was lying, but how could she not pull out the sword of anger?
He raised his porcelain-white arm, and the blade of the Angry Sword fell on his palm. The warm golden light lingered between the blade and his hand, and he used his strength.
...The Sword of Anger remains motionless!
Mu Jialing's eyes turned slightly and scanned the people with different expressions.
"Isn't this Buddha unable to pull it out?"
"Don't talk nonsense. This is the next abbot of Guanfan Temple. How can he be defeated by a mere female nun?"
"Why haven't you snatched the Sword of Anger from me?"
Mu Jialing circulated the Qingxin Sutra, lowered his feet three inches, and mobilized the true energy in his body to gather a little in his palms...
Yao Ranran looked relaxed and hoped that he would take away this evil bronze sword.
The true energy flowed faster and faster. Mu Jialing silently recited the Pure Heart Sutra several times. The golden light in his palms became more dazzling. Crystal beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his feet sank another three inches...
boom!
The golden light in the palm suddenly bloomed into a strong and dazzling light group. Everyone covered their eyes with their hands, expecting the Buddha to pull out the sword of anger!
After the light passed, Mu Jialing put his hands together to cover the blood on his palms, with a calm and pious face.
"Fairy, there are many chaos in the barren mountains and the wind is cold at night. Guanfan Temple has a furnace house to block the chaos in the barren mountains. The wind is cool at night. Fairy, why don't you come with me?"
Yao Ranran looked at the sword stuck to her hand, then looked at the beads of sweat on Mu Jialing's forehead due to hard work, and nodded silently.
Save some face for this Buddhist man!
It’s really cool at the top of the mountain!
"Amitabha."
Just four simple words, but the speed of speaking was much faster than before.
After speaking, Mu Jialing waved his robe, and Yao Ranran and Wu Changde were wrapped in golden runes and turned into escaping light and flew towards Guanfan Temple.
The top of the barren mountain was silent for a second.
"...Have you seen it?"
"I saw it..."
"What did you see?"
"That sword... is still in Fairy Ranran's hand!!!"
…
Guanfan Temple.
Yao Ranran was sacrificed.
Buddha arranged the best residence for her. Five masters from Guanfan Temple came to visit her in turn. Tens of thousands of novice monks came to pay their respects. They presided over and led everyone to chant sutras for her in the treasure hall...
Yao Ranran hugged the Sword of Anger tightly in her arms, feeling like a monkey and a Buddha...
But the quality of life is very high!
However, Wu Changde and his wife were not treated so well.
They were placed under house arrest in a small room next to Yao Ranran. They went to the Wuxiang Sect for help all night long. They drank millet porridge and cabbage for three meals a day. Their mouths tasted so bland that they could not see anyone. The monks at the Fan Temple had completely forgotten about them!
Zhongzhou.
Yu family.
"Master Patriarch, there is news for you from the abbot of Guanfan Temple today."
Yu Weijie lay comfortably on the luxurious soft couch and waved, "Bring it here."
"Yes!" The disciples in the clan passed on the news and left.
"What news can the abbot of Guanfan Temple have for me?"
Yu Weifeng opened the gold paper envelope with some confusion, looked at the contents inside, frowned deeper and deeper, and sat up suddenly.
"Ran Ran is in their hands? And they also took away the Sword of Anger?"
He threw the envelope on the ground.
"These old bald donkeys are simply crazy. The Sword of Anger is in her hand and you can't take it off, so you want to trick the Taihuang Bell in my clan? Why should I hand over the Taihuang Bell for her?"
Half an hour later.
No phase sect.
main hall.
"Clan Chief Yu, you must have received the news. Your daughter is now in the hands of the monks at Guanfan Temple." Han Huijun said seriously.
Yu Weifeng looked worried, "Sect Master Han, they are not qualified to imprison Ran Ran, we must bring Ran Ran back!"
Han Huijun raised his eyelids and said, "You are right...but what does this have to do with me?"
Yu Weijie looked stunned, "Ran Ran is a disciple of the Wuxiang Sect. Can Sect Leader Han endure the bald donkey from Guanfan Temple bullying our sect?"
Han Huijun said calmly: "They bullied you. Who vowed to take back this daughter? Who spread the news of the illegitimate daughter throughout Zhongzhou?"
Without waiting for Yu Weifeng to reply, Han Huijun answered: "It's you."
Yu Weifeng: "..."
"Sect Master Han, are you really going to be so cruel?"
Han Huijun shrugged, "Your own daughter did it, what does it have to do with me, Han Huijun?"
Yu Weifeng: "...Okay!"
He shouldn't have spread the news so quickly!
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