The willow leaves are slowly

"Brother, get up quickly, don't believe those, those are all fantasies! Wake up quickly!! Wake up quickly!" Liu Qingyin shouted.

Ye Hansheng looked at her.

"When I was in the dream, I could hear you talking, but my mind was so confused that I couldn't hear clearly. I was completely immersed in it, and my outer body might have died."

"Master, he is dead!" Bufeng said with a sigh.

Liu Qingyin looked at the person lying in front of her. His complexion quickly turned from bright and vivid to pale and dull, and his skin festered bit by bit, like a withered flower.

"We need to get them out as soon as possible and find their relatives and friends to wake them up!" Liu Qingyin said with a frown.

Ye Hansheng summoned all the people from the Shadow Pavilion and moved them out one by one. A Cheng called a team of soldiers to come and help.

The abbot of Fenglan Temple came with a group of rescued monks to express their gratitude. Yuantong stood beside the abbot and kept expressing his gratitude.

Ye Hansheng pulled Yuantong to him and said, "Thank you Master Yuantong for taking care of me these days."

"I knew that you were definitely not an ordinary person. Thank you again for saving Fenglan Temple. Amitabha."

"You're welcome. Now, there's only one thing to be resolved!" said Liu Qingyin, who was standing behind him.

Ye Hansheng curled his lips, his eyes sharp!

Liu Qingyin took out a dagger and put it against Yuantong's neck.

"Donor, donor, why is this happening?" The abbot and the monks were all startled and stood still, not daring to move.

"Abbot, please be patient!" Liu Qingyin said in a cold voice, and the monks looked at each other.

"Donor, donor, I hope you can tell me what mistake I have made. I was disrespectful to you before. I hope you can forgive me for the sake of Buddha!" ​​Yuantong knelt on the ground and begged for mercy pitifully!

Ye Hansheng stared at him and asked coldly: "Last question, where is Yuantong?"

The monks stood there, looking confused.

"Don...don't joke, I am Yuantong."

"Really?" Ye Hansheng waved the folding fan in his hand, "Should I call you Yuantong or Thousand-Faced Shura?!"

After a pause, "Yuantong" curled the corners of his lips slightly, and he flew into the air from his kneeling position. Liu Qingyin used her dagger to slash with all her might, and a piece of disguised face fell off!

With a "pop", Thousand-Faced Shura tore through all his clothes and flew out of the door in a black robe. A group of people followed Liu Qingyin and Ye Hansheng to the outside. Shura stood on the stone pillar with a bright smile on his face.

He was dressed in black with extremely bright red ghost mask patterns. Each ghost face was lifelike, as if it could pop out of his clothes in an instant.

Shura has a handsome face, silver hair, brown pupils, long eyebrows, extremely fair skin, a bloodless white, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and two thin lips with just the right curve. It's just unknown if this is his real face.

"Hahahaha, this is fun, fun. Finally, there is someone who can beat me in hide-and-seek." Shura clapped his hands and laughed, like a three or five-year-old child.

"Oh my god, this guy is really suitable for cosplay." Liu Qingyin thought.

"Where is Yuantong?" Ye Han asked coldly.

"I hid him. Are you still looking for him? Are you going to catch me or find him? If you catch me, he will die!"

"Let me make it clear again, only you can find him, everyone else is trash! Hahaha!" Shura clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Looking at the rows of people planting Dream Flowers in the distance, Shura couldn't help but shook his head, "The Yuyu League created such a beautiful dream for them, and you insisted on breaking it.

But this time it's not that easy, even I can't do anything about it, this is the work of the Medicine Hall of the Zunyu League, this Dream Flower, there is no solution! Hahaha!"

"Stop!" Ye Hansheng flew up, pointing his jade fan at Shura...

Ye Hansheng was entangled with Thousand-Faced Shura. Shura's movements were smooth and strange, and he could not be taken down in a short time.

"Let me remind you, there is still one stick of incense left. If you don't go find him, he will die!" Thousand-Faced Shura raised his eyebrows and said with a smile like a child.

"Don't look at it anymore. Your reinforcements are moving those flowers. If they are not moved in time, the flowers will die anyway! Are you still going to fight?"

"Master, do you know Kung Fu? Aren't great monks in the legend very powerful?" Liu Qingyin asked, pulling the abbot's sleeve.

"Amitabha, I am ashamed. If I knew Kung Fu, I would not have been caught." The abbot said in a trembling voice, "Please let go, lady donor. The fabric of my clothes is not good and it is easy to tear."

Liu Qingyin looked at him speechlessly and let go.

"Shengsheng, stop fighting and go find Yuantong first. Saving people is the most important thing!" Liu Qingyin persuaded.

"Yes, benefactor, please save my disciple!" The abbot burst into tears, and the monks began to talk about it.

"Hehe, how did you find out that I'm not Yuantong? After you answer this question, I'll give you a clue!" Shura's face suddenly changed into a woman's, and his voice became thinner.

"What a pervert! Are all the members of the Zhiyu League perverts?!" Liu Qingyin muttered to herself.

"Master Yuantong is extremely curious about things in the market. I told him a story before, but it had no ending. When I followed you to the main hall this time, I was going to tell you the ending of the story, but you showed no curiosity at all. It can be concluded that you are not Master Yuantong!" Liu Qingyin said, staring at Shura.

Shura's eyes rolled, "I see. Next time when I pretend to be someone else, I can't just pretend to be someone else. Hahahaha!"

"Tell me quickly, where is Yuantong?" Liu Qingyin shouted angrily.

"All the troubles in this world are like a dream; sit quietly on the lotus platform with a compassionate heart! Hahahahaha!" Shura waved his cloak and flew away with a strange voice.

A child's voice floated in the air, "You can still go find him and see if he can make an antidote for the Dream Flower! Hahahahaha!"

Liu Qingyin frowned, and Ye Hansheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's go!"

"Where do you think Yuantong is?" Liu Qingyin asked.

"Inner Hall!"

A group of monks followed the two men to the inner hall.

"Where is Yuantong?" the abbot asked anxiously.

"Inside the Guanyin statue." Ye Hansheng said.

"Do we want to smash the statue of Guanyin?" asked a monk.

"This is a sin. We cannot do this. It is blaspheming Buddha. It is a sin!" The monks sighed.

The monks knelt down and kowtowed, begging people not to smash the Guanyin statue.

"Yuantong will die! He endured humiliation and endured danger alone for so many days to save you. Don't you care about his safety?!" Liu Qingyin said angrily, "Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate?!"

“But we cannot do anything to insult the gods and Buddhas! Guanyin has been enshrined in the inner hall for many years. This statue has a history of hundreds of years. How can it be destroyed in the hands of a poor monk!” The abbot covered his face and cried!

"You mean, you won't save your disciple? You usually say that monks are compassionate, but at the critical moment you disregard other people's lives. Bah! Hypocrisy!

Are you worthy of becoming a monk? You are simply bringing disgrace to Buddhism!" Liu Qingyin glared at him, grabbed the abbot's sleeve and said angrily.

With a "hiss", the abbot's robes were torn!

"Don't be angry, benefactor. He is my disciple. Of course I want to save him, but..."

Ye Hansheng stared at the abbot and asked, "Which is more important, human life or a Guanyin statue?"