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After one stick of incense, in the flower hall.

The Buddhist disciple Jiayan was dressed in a green monk's robe, looking like a bamboo under the moon, with an imposing demeanor.

But just after Xie Yuantang took a look, Situ Yan blocked his eyes with his big hand: "Be careful or your nose will bleed again."

Xie Yuantang: “…”

Da Lao Tang felt that he had to explain for the sake of his own character: "I really wasn't thinking nonsense just now."

Situ Yan: “Yeah.” His hand was still blocking.

Xie Yuantang: "Besides, he doesn't have a husband. You are young and beautiful, so why should I look at him?"

Situ Yan raised his eyebrows, slowly put his hand down, his peach blossom eyes full of sincerity: "I always believe in my wife."

Xie Yuantang: “…” I’d be surprised if I believed your lies!

Jia Yan wanted to sit down, but when he glanced at Xie Yuantang, he suddenly frowned and said, "Donor, you..."

Perhaps considering that there were too many people present, he paused and did not speak directly, but said tactfully: "Your condition has become more serious. Don't say that I didn't warn you. If you continue like this, you will not live long."

Situ Yan's face turned cold: "If you don't want the tongue anymore, just say so."

He knew that Xie Yuantang had some physical abnormalities, but he still didn't like others cursing her to death.

Xie Yuantang knew that his condition caused him to have many emotional ups and downs, so he held the back of his hand and patted it soothingly, then turned around and looked at Jia Yan with a smile: "Master, can you cure it?"

She was so well-behaved that she was completely different from the crazy girl who had caused chaos in the martial arts arena before. Her voice was sweet and crisp: "Master, you know that I have been a vegetarian and chanting Buddha's name all my life, and I have been kind to others..."

Even Jia Yan couldn't help but twitch his temples when he heard this, and couldn't help asking: "You? Be kind to others?"

As soon as the word "Shan" fell, Situ Yan and Bai Lang stared at him at the same time, and asked in unison with a gloomy tone: "Why, do you have any objections?"

Jia Yan: “…”

Thinking of the purpose of his coming here today, the honorable Buddhist master was able to bend and stretch, and shook his head and said: "Amitabha, no objection, it should be..."

He hesitated and changed his words to a more literary one: "Well, maybe it's because Xuan Zhao and Qing Yao have different cultures."

For example, regarding the understanding of good and evil...

After all, he is his master, so Wu Chen said kindly: "Be careful with your words, or you will be kicked out later, don't say I didn't warn you."

Jia Yan immediately coughed lightly and walked up to Xie Yuantang: "Young donor, please stretch out your hand, and I will feel your pulse."

Xie Yuantang extended his hand obediently.

Jiayan felt her pulse, then pried open her eyelids after a while and took a look, then put his palm on her head.

Xie Yuantang was naturally wary of this posture and was about to shrink back when Jia Yan said, "Don't resist. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Xie Yuantang was stunned for a moment, looked at Situ Yan, and did not move until he saw him nod.

She felt a warm force slowly transfer from Jiayan's palm to her scalp, making her feel a little numb, and then slowly probed into her veins.

"Well!"

Xie Yuantang groaned. This process of having one's veins probed from the top of one's head was too dangerous and also made people very uncomfortable.

Even Bai Lang was unusually nervous. He stood up and came over to ask, "How is it?"

After a moment, Jia Yan withdrew his hand, his eyes unusually serious: "I can't save you, but maybe I can send you back."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Wu Chen didn't understand, but Situ Yan and Bai Lang understood what Jia Yan meant.

Send it back?

Where to send them back to? To the end of the world?

If Bai Lang had just woken up, he would have been ecstatic to hear this, but now...

He glanced at Situ Yan, his purple eyes dimmed slightly, but he was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

Situ Yan frowned and said, "Is there no other way?"

Jiayan shook his head.

Xie Yuantang was not in a hurry. She pointed at the chair with great interest and said, "Master, please sit down. Tell me in detail how you plan to send me back?"

As soon as she asked, she felt Situ Yan holding her hand tighter.

Xie Yuantang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask around, maybe we can find a compromise. If not, then he's pretty useless."

Useless Jia Yan: "..."

I don't know if it was to prove that he was very useful, but Master Buddha introduced it in great detail: "Ordinary people probably don't believe it, but in Buddhism, there has always been a theory of reincarnation. In order to save the souls of those who died unjustly, we have our own set of methods, one of which is the Great Compassion Seal."

Xie Yuantang was stunned for a moment: "Is it the move that hits the top of a person's head?"

She was almost hit on the arena that day. She felt it was very strange at that moment, so she dodged it in time.

Jia Yan nodded and said, "It is that move. If it is less than 100% effective, it can hurt people's souls. If it is mastered, it can seal the soul and spirit, and save the souls of the wronged."

Bai Lang asked: "How much have you learned?"

Jia Yan glanced at him and said, "Of course it's 100%."

After a pause, he looked at him again and couldn't help but said, "Donor, do you want to escape from the sea of ​​suffering? If you do, I can help you to be liberated."

This familiar word...

Wu Chen's mouth twitched slightly. If nothing unexpected happened, the other bastard should answer...

Before he could finish his thought, he saw Bai Lang grinning, "Okay, I'll give you superhuman abilities. This is a good opportunity for me to see how good your superhuman abilities are."

Wu Chen: “…” He really felt that Bai Lang really needed to learn how people speak.

Jia Yan: “…”

This was the first time that Fuzi encountered a barbaric and uncultured troublemaker like Bai Lang. He thought about it and comforted himself: "Maybe it's because of the cultural difference."

Wu Chen waved his hand slightly and said: "No, it's purely because of the different species." Some are humans, and Bai Lang is a dog.

Jia Yan pointed to a chair and said to Bai Lang politely, "Please sit down, benefactor."

Xie Yuantang opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Bai Lang raised his hand to interrupt her: "Let me test his ability first."

He would only consider letting Jiayan take action against Xie Yuantang if it was useful. After all, he could be repaired if he was broken, but it was not certain whether Xie Yuantang would be broken.

After Bai Lang sat down, Jiayan slapped him on the chest with one palm, and then hit the major acupoints on his chest and back with three consecutive palms.

Seeing Bai Lang go from being calm to breaking out in cold sweat, Xie Yuantang's face suddenly changed and he walked forward, staring closely at Jia Yan's movements.

Such vigilance made Wu Chen feel that if Jia Yan accidentally killed Bai Lang, Xie Yuantang would kill Jia Yan in return!

After a few palm strikes, Jiayan covered Bailang's head with the Seal of Great Compassion, and his powerful internal force immediately flowed along his palm towards Bailang's brain.

Different from the time when he treated Xie Yuantang just now, the internal force Jiayan used this time was much more powerful.

"puff……"

A streak of blood flowed from the corner of Bai Lang's mouth, his already pale face became even paler, and his eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

"enough!"

Xie Yuantang suddenly interrupted.

At the same time, Jia Yan withdrew his hand.

The next moment, Bai Lang collapsed weakly on the chair, still sliding down.

Xie Yuantang hurried forward to support him, holding his pulse, and asked anxiously: "How is it?"

Bai Lang calmed down his breathing, a hint of madness flashed in his purple eyes, and he roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and said to Xie Yuantang: "Senior sister, this monk is capable, you can be saved!"

He had just jumped back from the brink of life and death, and his first reaction was not that he had saved his life, but that Xie Yuantang could be saved.

Xie Yuantang pursed his lips and patted him lightly on the face: "Take care of yourself first, stupid."