Brother, don't make trouble if you lose your memory

Zhu, said to a Buddhist disciple: "Luya, let you be in charge of this place for now, I'm going to Wangjing."

Lu Ya was taken aback: "But the Buddha, Yuqin will..."

Before he finished speaking, Shenfu Bulian had already turned away and left.

Xin Xiayu said: "Your Buddha figure is really..." He paused, then smiled helplessly.

"What should we do now?" Lu Ya was completely devastated.

☆、Chapter 44

Pear blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and fields, and those branches and branches are like soft arms covered with small white pearls, struggling to reach into the air.The sky was light blue and white, and the sun was covered by impenetrable thick clouds, making the weather cloudy.

Lian Zihu is surrounded by a drape of sparrow feathers and leaves, a seven-fold sand silk skirt with knotted buttons and [-] cutouts, with green bamboo in the light jade color, embroidered with layers of fairy terraces and pavilions, clouds, lions and flying cranes.She took out a small round mirror from her sleeve, and took a look at the shaggy bun on the back of her head. It was combed into the most fashionable Xiaonan style in the capital recently, with a few agate hairpins on it.

That His Majesty King Rong was a notoriously arrogant dandy, he was almost half an hour late, and came here with an impatient look on his face.

In the late spring of today, there is a custom in Daqi that unmarried men and women can meet in spring to enjoy the flowers in order to settle their hearts.Although it was not necessary for the two of them, King Rong's father, Emperor Wen Yuan, thought that it was necessary for the young couple who were already engaged to get acquainted with each other.

Fu Junyi lifted up the hem of his clothes painted with waves and sat down, with "I'm annoying, don't mess with me" written all over his face, picked up the tea cup on the table and took a big sip without looking at Lian Zihu.

"His Royal Highness Rong..." Lian Zihu laughed, seeing that Fu Junyi didn't answer, he had to continue to perfunctory: "I don't know if His Royal Highness has heard of it, but the pear variety of Yufeng Mountain is the famous 'Fei Tan Longxue' The flower has double petals, the outer layer is light emerald, like green water, the inner layer is white and flawless, and the lace is golden and slender, like a dragon's beard, like a white dragon coming out of water, so it has this name."

Fu Junyi snorted coldly: "Miss really understands."

Lian Zihu was choked by his words, and fell silent for a while, tightening the handkerchief in his hand.

She was a little wronged, others thought that it was a great blessing for her to marry Rong Wang, although she secretly said that it was probably because her father was the companion of Emperor Wen Yuan, so she was close to the water.She glanced at Fu Junyi who was playing with a pear blossom on the opposite side, and sighed inaudibly.

"What's your name?" Fu Junyi asked suddenly.

Lian Zihu was stunned, and seeing him frown again, he hurriedly said: "Return to Your Highness, my daughter Lian Zihu."

Fu Jun sighed: "Zihu? Good name, I can't tell that Lian Shuxuan's ambition is quite big."

"...Thanks for your highness's compliment." Lian Zihu blushed, almost ashamed.

Fu Junyi rested his chin, looked at the faint tears in Lian Zihu's eyes indifferently, and asked, "Can you name all the pear varieties in Daqi?"

Lian Zihu was startled, hesitated and said: "This..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Junyi added: "Tell me everything, and I will give your brother the title of Chief of the Imperial Guard."

"Yes..." Lian Zihu bit his lip and said: "Fei Tan Longxue, Baifeng Qizhi, Hongyun Feishuang, Qianzhi Rose Leaves, Hengchuan Fairy, Tianqingbi, Ziyuyan, Ice Toad Moon, Upside-Down Clock, Mount Tuo, Lubo, Ruolan, Baijin..."

Fu Junyi waited for her to finish speaking before he burst into laughter: "Miss Lian might as well go to the palace to grow flowers, it's easier than being a princess!"

Lian Zihu suddenly understood, and couldn't hold back the tears anymore, covered his face and ran away crying.

She really wanted to slap that self-righteous King Rong in the face!

For many years after that, she was also angered like this.Lian Zihu knew that he was older than Fu Junyi, and he had a childish temper, so he had to obey everything.At the beginning, it was because Emperor Wen Yuan praised Lian Shuxuan too much, and the Lian family didn't dare to say anything bad, so she was allowed to marry into Rongwang's mansion.Otherwise, it wouldn't be the same as it is now, the husband and wife are like bitter couples.

When receiving the news of Fu Changxian's death, Lian Zihu passed out, and when she woke up, people were tremblingly saying that King Rong was still outside the palace, and she could only sigh.

Lian Zihu struggled to open his eyes blurred by tears, and found that he was sleeping in a red space.

"...the carriage?" Feeling the bumps under her body, she muttered to herself.Turning her eyes, she was startled when she met the shadowy bright red figure.

What caught the eye was a handful of voluptuous black hair, with his back facing Lian Zihu, a slender figure combing his hair, dressed in a strong red dress, with layers of skirts blooming like fish tails.Through the large waist mirror, Lian Zihu could vaguely see the man's charming face and a red jade pendant and black hat on the dressing table.

"Who are you?! Why am I here?" Lian Zihu yelled in horror, backed up and hit the wall of the car.

The man combed his hair without stopping, and even his voice was indistinguishable: "Isn't it good to send you back to Lian's house?"

Lian Zihu was stunned, and tremblingly said: "...What did you say? Go back to Lian's house? I will be exiled in three days...how can I go home?"

"Concubine Rong has committed suicide in prison." The man said coldly, "There is no Lian Zihu in this world anymore." After he finished speaking, he put the jade pendant and black hat on his head, and tied the ribbon slowly.

The bright red figure finally turned around, Lian Zihu looked at the face, the slanted eyelashes covered a pair of sleepy Qiushui pupils, the corners of the eyes were smudged with a thin rouge color, except for the eyes, the shape of the face, the nose , That mouth, Lian Zihu actually has a sense of familiarity from nowhere!

"Who are you..." she asked in a low voice.

The man smiled at Lian Zihu with blood in his eyes: "Dongxiang Yangui, Lian is colorless."

It was raining heavily at night, and the courtyard door was closed.

There was only one lamp burning in the room, Lian Shuxuan sat at the desk and meditated, he seemed to be much older, beside him, his wife was quietly wiping away tears with a veil.

"...husband," after a long time, Mrs. Lian dared to speak: "Hu'er will be exiled tomorrow... Is there really no room for change?" She sobbed and rolled down her tears again.In the past few days, the silver strands in her temples have also increased.

Lian Shuxuan sighed: "What else can I do? As usual, all witches found in the palace will be beheaded and executed. Exile is already the emperor's face for me."

Mrs. Lian couldn't help but let out a sad voice when she heard the words: "I don't believe that Hu'er would do such a thing! She never knew the art of witchcraft, and she has no intention of harming others! It must be wronged, it must be! Why don't you husband?" Let the emperor investigate carefully, there must be something strange in it!"

"Shut up!" Lian Shuxuan patted the table again: "Can't you see it?! The emperor is determined to eradicate our Lian family! What witchcraft is just an excuse!"

"Husband, be careful!" Mrs. Lian turned pale with fright, and lowered her voice to persuade.

At this time, the rain outside the window was getting stronger, and the sound of crashing rain filled the whole room. The candle flames danced, reflecting two old and sad faces.Lian Shuxuan and Mrs. Lian stared at the flame in silence, both of them tensed up inexplicably, as if it was going to go out in a second, just like the Lian family in the wind and rain.

Lian Shuxuan held Mrs. Lian's hand and said: "If we can secretly send someone to take care of Hu'er along the way..." He couldn't continue speaking soon, and covered his face with his sleeve.

Suddenly, the window squeaked and opened by itself, and the rain poured in. Mrs. Lian hurried over to close the window.

When her eyes fell on a pear tree in the yard, she let out a cry of surprise, stepped back a few steps and fell on the chair.

"Ghost! There is a ghost!" She shouted in fright, Lian Shuxuan ran to the window to have a look, and was immediately stunned.

Under the pear tree that was bare by the heavy rain, a blood-red figure stood quietly. When he saw Lian Shuxuan, that person smiled.

A flash of lightning illuminated the dark rainy night, and Lian Shuxuan trembled in disbelief.

"Husband! What is that?" Mrs. Lian asked with fear.

Lian Shuxuan shivered and closed the window, wiped his sweat and said, "There is nothing, Madam must have missed it."

Both of them were a little restless, Lian Shuxuan drank tea to suppress the fear in his heart, but recalled in his mind what a branch of the Lian family moved from Youfu told him a few months ago.

Lian Shuxuan and Youfu Lian's family are cousins.He also vaguely heard many years ago that Lian Hongyuan, who was of the same generation as his daughter Lian Zihu, conceived before marriage and disgraced the Lian family.It was finally heard that she was dead, but 17 years later, the Lian family suspected that they had encountered her ghost's revenge, and the family was ruined, so they had to go to the powerful Lian family in the capital.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he only thinks that someone is taking the opportunity to play tricks. It is likely that the royalists want to eradicate the chaos caused by Lian's family in one fell swoop.But now Lian Shuxuan felt that something was wrong, maybe what the Lian family said was true.

"Ma'am," he collected himself, and said, "It's getting late, let's rest."

Lian Shuxuan picked up the candlestick and umbrella on the table, and when he was about to go out with Mrs. Lian, he felt a little cold water dripping on his face.

He raised the candlestick reflexively, and saw the bright red fishtail-like skirt on the beam.

"Hu'er!" Mrs. Lian, who went out of the room first, screamed, and Lian Shuxuan rushed out in surprise, only to see Lian Zihu, who was about to be exiled tomorrow, fainted in the rain.

When he walked back into the room again, the man had disappeared, only a delicate silver bell was placed on the table, and a piece of cloud pattern paper was pressed on it.

Lian Shuxuan unfolded the cloud pattern paper, and there was only one sentence on it: "Lian Zihu for Lian's family."

He trembled uncontrollably, panting heavily.He knew that he should hurry to take a look at the place where the Lian family lived after the catastrophe, but his legs seemed to be stuck in the mud, and he couldn't move an inch.

Lian Shuxuan silently recited Buddhist scriptures over and over in his heart, and finally burst into tears.

Fu Junyi sat in the carriage, opened a corner of the curtain to bring in the breath of rain, it was damp and damp.He turned around and looked at Fu Changxian who was sitting aside with a blank expression, and asked irritably, "Did you see anything?"

The doctor was shaking his hands and was about to cry: "Go back to your lord, the grass people can't see what's wrong with your son..."

"Trash!" Fu Junyi was too lazy to talk, and kicked him off the carriage.

Fu Changxian's face was pale, and he was sitting obediently in the car with lowered eyelashes. Fu Junyi had never seen him so quiet.

"Changxian?" Fu Junyi called again tentatively.

Without answering, Fu Changxian only stared at his palm, blinking from time to time.

Fu Junyi almost suspected that he was having a nightmare, and couldn't help but put his hand under Fu Changxian's nose, and there was a faint air flow.He caressed his son's heart again, which was also beating steadily.

No matter how others toss, Fu Changxian is just silent like a living dead.

Fu Junyi lowered his hands to straighten the skirts of Fu Changxian.

He vigorously opened the curtain of the car, letting the rain splash on his face.

☆、Chapter 45

Lin Jichuan and Ren Yichen still slept on the same bed.

It's just that their backs were facing each other, Lin Jichuan slept outside, staring at a lamp on the table, while Ren Yichen slept inside, and also didn't say a word for a long time.

They maintained this state of stalemate for most of the night, and it seemed that they had returned to the old days when they looked at each other and hated each other.

Lin Jichuan finally sighed, and Ren Yichen's body also moved.

"You... how many things do you remember?" Lin Jichuan asked.

Ren Yichen counted the swirling swastika patterns on the quilt with his eyes, and said casually, "Leng Duting, Lin Hong, you."

Lin Jichuan was startled.

Sensing Lin Jichuan turning over, Ren Yichen's body couldn't help feeling a little unnatural: "What's wrong?"

Then he was hugged by Lin Jichuan.

Ren Yichen was stunned for a moment, and he even struggled involuntarily, but Lin Jichuan hugged him tightly, with such strength that he seemed to strangle him to death.

"I'm sorry." Lin Jichuan said sullenly.

"...What are you talking about?" Ren Yichen asked suspiciously.

He never felt that Lin Jichuan was sorry for him, no matter before or after he lost his memory.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Jichuan asked after a while, "Junior brother, what do you hate about me?"

Ren Yichen was speechless.

"Do you remember being laughed at when you were a child because you couldn't compare to me in swordsmanship? Or was it the first time... heck, and then I made fun of you with your pants?" Lin Jichuan said.

"...I didn't." Ren Yichen said in a low voice.

Although he could only recall some broken memories, it was enough for him to understand.

It's just that he didn't dare and couldn't say it.

Lin Jichuan's breath stirred his body and mind like the lightest feather, and the scorching air sprayed on Ren Yichen's neck in bursts, making it itchy, crisp and numb.His hands tightly tightened his sleeves, Lin Jichuan was still holding him, his slightly cool lips inadvertently pressed against his hot face, which made him shudder, and he couldn't help but suddenly turned over and hugged him back Lin Jichuan pressed his shoulders vigorously on the quilt.Burying her head on Lin Jichuan's shoulder blades, she stretched out a little tip of her tongue and slid on the still fragile skin, leaving wet and shiny marks on it.

"What are you doing... why are you becoming like a dog now, licking and biting at every turn." Lin Jichuan still regarded him as an angry child, and hugged his shoulders in a funny way, completely unaware that Ren Yichen had already Quietly squeezed his legs away, and left his shoulder with one hand, all the way down to his chest.

Through the thin underwear, he inadvertently pinched the still weak little flesh, and slowly rubbed it with his hot fingertips.Lin Jichuan didn't feel anything, but there was some inexplicable tingling and swelling in his chest.Seeing that Ren Yichen was still lying on top of him, he yawned and said, "Junior Brother, are you sleepy? Let's go to sleep."

Suddenly, the candle was extinguished by a burst of energy.Ren Yichen's martial arts had at least recovered to the point where he could protect himself.

Ren Yichen lay on his side, leaning against Lin Jichuan's back, but still wrapping his arms around his waist.Lin Jichuan fell asleep quickly, and his steady breathing was normal.

In the darkness, Ren Yichen was resting his pillow on his long hair, and with a trembling hand, he opened the skirt of his shirt, and when he touched the smooth skin, he took a deep breath.

He remembered that when he was in the hot spring, and not long ago, he happened to see Lin Jichuan masturbating himself.

He covered Lin Jichuan's not-so-thin chest with his hands, and rubbed the flesh that was gradually hardening between his fingers, and the tip of his tongue also entered Lin Jichuan's earlobe.He didn't dare to use too much force, and Lin Jichuan's bloody appearance often appeared in his nightmares.

That piece of meat stood up tremblingly, being played with by Ren Yichen and getting bigger and bigger, Lin Jichuan deserved to be upright for so many years, he didn't react at all, and slept soundly than anyone else.

Ren Yichen's other hand directly penetrated into his trousers from the back, squeezed between his legs, and separated his legs slightly. The skin there was plump and smooth, and he even accidentally touched the slightly folded part on the back.

Lin Jichuan didn't know what he had dreamed of, so he crossed his legs and turned over, pressing Ren Yichen's hand under his body. He didn't feel it, and even buried his face in Ren Yichen's arms and rubbed and rubbed it loosely. The placket is more open.Ren Yichen's breathing stagnated, he pulled out a hand to take his hand, pressed it under his body, and interlocked his fingers.

In the dark night, there was only a little light from the casement, and the sound of the rain covered up the beautiful spring scene in the room.

Lin Jichuan's shirt was all wrapped around his arms, exposing a large chest, and the two meat granules dotted on it were swollen and covered with crystal water.His trousers were also pulled up to his ankles, and Ren Yichen hugged him tightly, with one hand on his hard body, and the other under his head.Occasionally, Lin Jichuan's breathing was a little short, so Ren Yichen would stop, lick|touch his lips gently, and draw out the tongue, but he was careful not to let him lose his breath.

Ren Yichen let go of the hand that was holding him, let him wrap his arms around him loosely, opened his leg with one hand, and let Lin Jichuan clamp his hot flesh blade.Seeing that Lin Jichuan was not awakened, Ren Yichen boldly started to twitch slowly again.He squeezed Lin Jichuan's waist slightly, and kissed his eyebrows, nose, and soft lips. The heat under his body swelled again, and Lin Jichuan finally snorted impatiently.

Ren Yichen lightly pecked his face, and his lower body moved even faster, until Lin Jichuan's legs were blushed.

"Hmm...it's so hot..." Lin Jichuan murmured, subconsciously turned his head to avoid Ren Yichen's kiss, Ren Yichen gently held the tip of his tongue in his mouth, and comfortingly brushed his slightly damp long hair aside.He grabbed Lin Jichuan's hand and licked it from the fingertips until there was sticky saliva between the fingers.With the other hand, Ren Yichen grasped Lin Jichuan Weibo's genitals again, and touched them in a detached way, as if scratching an itch.

Lin Jichuan panted softly, trying to break free from his shackles uncomfortably.Ren Yichen sped up his lower body, covering Lin Jichuan's chest with his hot palms, pressing on the nipples and kneading fiercely.

After a while, Ren Yichen finally let it out, he wiped off the thick white liquid, and seriously painted it on Lin Jichuan's body.Between the legs, between the buttocks, the lower abdomen, and the nipples all glistened with lustful water, which was sticky and musky.After he finished smearing slowly, he redressed Lin Jichuan's crumpled clothes.

Lin Jichuan didn't wake up at all.

Many years later, he still took it for granted when facing Lin Cai's question: "What do you think my uncle likes about me? Probably because I have a big heart."

At this time, Youtan Fansheng's soul consciousness suddenly flickered, spinning and floating in mid-air.

He could feel a strong holy Buddha power not far away!

In the next room, Mu Ruhang and Lin Cai were sleeping on the bed, while Leng Duting was meditating alone.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, walked over and pushed open the casement.

The snow-white mist is quietly filling up.

"...It's him again." Leng Duting closed the window, walked over and pushed Mu Ruhang to wake him up.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ruhang rubbed his eyes and asked.

Leng Duting said in a low voice: "There is a monster fog outside."

Mu Ruhang was stunned for a moment, and said, "At this moment, Yaowu? Could it be the Rain Demon you mentioned?"

Leng Duting nodded, looked at the sleeping Lin Cai, and said, "Go to the next door and wake them up."

When Lin Jichuan was awakened by the knock on the door, Ren Yichen slept soundly in his arms.He pushed his junior brother away, got out of bed and walked to open the door in a daze.

Outside the door, Mu Ruhang held a candlestick and stood there with a worried face.

"Brother Mu, what happened?" Lin Jichuan asked sleepily.

Mu Ruhang said: "There is a demon fog outside, it is likely that the rain demon has come again, let's go out and have a look." He paused, frowned, staring at the dark red mark on Lin Jichuan's neck and said: "Uh , Brother Lin, are there a lot of mosquitoes in your room?"

"What? I don't know." Lin Jichuan scratched his head, only feeling sticky on his body: "It's just a little hot, it's true."

He turned around and saw that Ren Yichen had also woken up, with the soul consciousness of Youtan Fansheng floating beside him.

"Junior Brother, Brother Mu said that monster is coming again." Lin Jichuan said while putting on his clothes.Ren Yichen put on his clothes slowly, and heard You Tanfan's voice whispering in his ear.

"Huh? Who is the Buddha image?" He asked.

Lin Jichuan looked at him: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Ren Yichen's complexion changed, and he said: "Master said, the rain monster just got angry, and this time it's coming aggressively, so I'm afraid it's hard to deal with it. Although Shengfotian's 'returning Buddha image' is already on its way, but It's hard to say whether we can last until he comes."

"It's better to ask for yourself than to ask others." Lin Jichuan picked up the Huangquan sword and handed the Biluo sword to Ren Yichen: "Junior brother, you can use this sword for the time being."

Ren Yichen took the Bi Luo Sword with a complicated expression, stroked the blade, and didn't say a word.

They walked out of the room, reunited with Mu Ruhang and the others, and the four of them went downstairs with two souls, entering the vast white mist.

Lin Cai hugged Lin Jichuan's arm tightly, with Youtan Fansheng and Leng Duting walking on both sides.In the dense fog, the Huangquan sword and the Biluo sword emitted a faint light, illuminating the dark road ahead.

"By the way, after Poluo Qinya left that day, Brother Leng, you didn't continue talking. What happened to the two swords of Huangquan and Biluo?" Lin Jichuan asked.

Leng Du listened: "It's a long story. After I died, I came to the ghost world from the Naihe bridge. I was supposed to go to reincarnation, but accidentally fell into the underworld, and even went to a mysterious place."

"There I met a huge red carp. Whenever the season turns, it will fly from the underworld to the blue sky and turn into a red dragon. It told me that it is the guardian deity of the human world, named Vajara Dragon Girl , that place is the intersection of Huangquan and Biluo. The dragon girl is in charge of the natural order of the human world, if it cannot fly to Biluo, the seasons in the world will be chaotic and disasters will arise everywhere."

"And the origin of the two swords of Huangquan and Biluo comes from my master, the first endowment of the sword ghost."

When Leng Du heard this, he took another look at the two gleaming swords.

"He used the identity of his good friend Jiu Shixue to open the passage between the world and the underworld, came to the intersection of Huangquan and Biluo, made a deal with the dragon girl, took off a fish scale and a dragon scale respectively, and forged the Huangquan sword and Biluo sword. Afterwards, he used these two swords to destroy the sea kingdom's legacy. Although he returned the sword to the dragon girl, a war broke out between the five kings of the ghost clan, and the dragon girl was forced to flee in the form of a fish. In the human world, when he was about to run aground, he was rescued by a young human being, so he gave the Biluo Sword to the young man, and that person is the ancestor of Ruan Shaoyan." After hearing that, Leng Du paused, and then said: "Dragon Girl said, I am the reincarnation of that person, and I have a fate with him in the previous life, so I can come to the intersection of Huangquan and Biluo."

Lin Jichuan pondered for a while, and asked, "Then how did the Huangquan sword come into the hands of my master?"

"I don't know about this. Longnu only said that the Huangquan sword was lost for no reason. As for why it is in your master's hands, you should ask him." Leng Du listened.

At this time, the calm fog suddenly changed, and everyone became vigilant for a moment, staring at the growing vortex, feeling a little worried in their hearts.

Youtan Sanskrit's voice spun a few times in the air, Ren Yichen only felt that the Buddhist beads were starting to get hot.

"Master! No!" He shouted hastily.

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☆、Chapter 46

Shenfu Bulian walked in the light, galloping all the way in the dark rainy night, even when the corner of his mouth began to bleed, he did not slow down.

Feeling dizzy for a while, he suddenly covered his heart, and the Buddhist beads twisted in his hand burned hotly, and the golden light immediately scattered, shining like stars in the night.

"Youtan Fansheng, don't do anything stupid." He murmured, gritted his teeth again and sped up the speed, and the bleeding became more urgent.

The snow-white fog rolled in, and the road in the fog was obscure.The Buddhist power emitted by the Buddha beads opened up a chaotic way of life. With the gradual fading of the mantra of the Seven Buddhas, the light of You Tanfan's soul consciousness became more and more dim. Ren Yichen protected him in his hands, but he still couldn't stop the soul consciousness fading fact.

"Master, stop quickly, there are not many mantras on the beads!" Mu Ruhang said anxiously.

Youtan Fansheng released all his soul consciousness before, which means that his body is completely unconscious. If the soul consciousness disappears and cannot return to its place in the end, it will be a complete living dead.

"I can only help you for the last time." Utan Fansheng's soul consciousness whispered, struggling to lift himself up into the air, the white light lit up the thick fog, and Utan Fansheng completely released the remaining Buddha power After coming out, the Buddhist beads in Ren Yichen's hand finally faded from the Seven Buddhas Sin Suppression Mantra, and after a slight crisp sound, they shattered into fine powder.At the same time, a brilliant golden light broke through the monster mist, forming a protective circle that enveloped several people in it, separating them from the erosion of the monster fog.

Youtan Fansheng's soul consciousness was completely extinguished.

Shenfu Bulian, who was about to reach the destination, finally vomited a mouthful of blood, and hit the ground straight from mid-air. The intense pain in his heart made it difficult for him to move forward. He had to try his best to prop up his body in the heavy rain and stagnant water, and approached that place a little bit. A snowy mist.

"Grandmaster!"

However, there was no answer again.

Everyone felt miserable for a moment, Leng Duting looked solemn: "His soul consciousness has already gone to the underworld."

Lin Jichuan asked, "Can you save him?"

Leng Du listened: "Unless we can open the passage between the underworld and the human world, we will have the opportunity to go to the underworld as a living person."

He said again: "Aunt Jiu...is Jiu Shixue, if we can find her, maybe there is a way."

At this time, the Buddha's light was a little dim, and Mu Ruhang said, "Let's follow the path set by the master as soon as possible!"

Both Lin Jichuan and Ren Yichen used the sword control technique, Huangquan Biluo's twin swords shone brightly in the white mist, and the sword energy vibrating from the sword made the monster mist dare not approach.

Soon, they came to the center of the monster mist, and saw the young man leaning against the snow-white mist.

Ying Youqing stared at their body-protecting Buddha light and sword energy, flicked her fingertips indifferently and said, "Small tricks."

With a clanging sound, the Buddha's light, which could not persist for too long, shattered to the ground. Both Huang Quan and Bi Luo unsheathed, turning into two sword beams and flying towards the rain demon!

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom!" Ying Youqing waved his hand and released countless snow-white mist mixed with raindrops. They all turned into sharp daggers, facing the two thin sword lights, the winner was quickly determined.Everyone hurriedly used their true energy to resist, but who would have thought that the monster mist exploded when they came around, and the water splashed everywhere, and everyone was inevitably covered with raindrops.

Ying Youqing's eyes sank, she smiled slightly and said: "The evil spirit of the heart, can you resist it?"

Leng Duting is a soul and is not affected by evil spirits, but seeing the rest of the people froze in place and their eyes were distracted, he knew something was wrong, but he was powerless.

Huang Quan's and Bi Luo's sword qi rushed around, buzzing, Leng Duting grabbed the two swords, only to see the pattern of scales faintly showing on the sword body.A wave of mighty divine power was continuously flowing into him from the sword, Leng Du heard his reaction, and grabbed Lin Jichuan with one hand.

"Brother Lin! Hold the Huangquan sword quickly!" Leng Duting handed the Huangquan sword to Lin Jichuan who was confused, and clasped his hand tightly. The two hands clasped tightly, and Huangquan and Biluo suddenly burst out with incomparably dazzling light , one gold and one green, intertwined into a gorgeous rainbow.

Seeing that Liuhong was attacking her, Ying Youqing snorted, "Rainstorm Demon Shield!"

A large expanse of swirling rainwater formed a huge rain shield, but the green-gold flowing rainbow hit the shield's heart directly, and there was a faint tendency to break through!Ying Youqing propped up the shield with one hand, and penetrated into her vain heart with the other, revealing an inner alchemy formed by black rain.At this time, blood appeared on his inner alchemy, and Ying Youqing also increased the psychedelic effect of Rainstorm Pear Blossom by consuming his cultivation, and also expanded the rain shield several times.

The two swords screamed, and the phantom of the red carp rose from the Huangquan sword, and chanted with the red dragon on the Biluo sword. The golden spring water and light blue mist behind the two red streaks formed a barrier.Mu Ruhang and the others were all awakened under the influence of divine power, and saw Leng Duting and Lin Jichuan holding swords in both hands, and their figures began to appear ethereal!

"Listen alone!" Mu Ruhang grabbed his hand, and was horrified to find that there was nothing there, and his lower body had begun to be unclear.

At this moment, another wave of Buddha power came from outside the mist, smashing the rain shield that should have been sunny in one fell swoop!

The blue silk of Shenfu Bulian was fluttering like a banner, and he was holding the Ming King's seal of killing demons in his hand, stepping on the lotus flower, and the phantom of a huge sword behind him hung in the air, hitting Ying Youqing directly.

Ying Youqing's eyes widened slightly: "Yuanming Jizhao? Smelly monk, you want to sit down on the spot, right? I don't want to die with the Buddhist bald donkey!"

Before the giant sword pierced through the rain curtain, Ying Youqing covered herself in the monster mist and fled.

The white mist dissipated, and the Buddha's light on Shenfu Bulian's body was still there. He glanced at Leng Duting who was about to disappear, and said to Ren Yichen: "I'm offended."

Before they could react, Ren Yichen felt the bodhi tree on his back grow wildly, and at the same time, he fell to his knees on the ground involuntarily with the sharp pain of the roots pulling away from his spine.

Ren Yichen's body could hardly bear the ever-growing bodhi tree, and he saw Shenfu Bulian clasped his hands together, and the swastika appeared in midair, Ren Yichen's eyes widened, and he let out a broken moan from his throat.

And the bodhi tree was gradually peeled off from his body.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Jichuan shouted.

Shenfu Bulian ignored him, and immediately uprooted the bloody Bodhi tree!

Ren Yichen fainted immediately, the wound on his back was huge and hideous, the flesh was opened, and blood gushed out.

Lin Jichuan helped Ren Yichen who was unconscious, and watched the bodhi tree shrunk into a small bodhi seed in the hands of Shenfu Bulian.

Shenfu Bulian flicked lightly with her fingertips, and a hole opened on Leng Duting's back, and the bodhi seed floated in, and soon began to take root.Finally, Leng Duting's figure flashed a golden light and landed on the ground completely.

"Ren Yichen!" Lin Jichuan was so distressed that he glared at Shenfu Bulian: "Are you crazy?!"

"I'm sorry." Shenfu Bulian was already exhausted, but still brought up the last trace of Buddhist power to heal Ren Yichen's wounds. He didn't close his hands until the wound was fully recovered, fell to the ground, and meditated tiredly.

Mu Ruhang squeezed Leng Duting's hand, touched the newly grown bodhi tree behind him, and sighed, "So amazing?"

Ren Yichen woke up soon, and asked blankly, "What happened just now?"

Lin Jichuan said, "Touch the back."

So Ren Yichen turned his back, and after a while he let out a bewildered gasp.

Shenfu Bulian said: "Sorry, I gave Leng Du the Bodhi tree on your back."

Ren Yichen nodded, anyway, he doesn't need the bodhi tree to borrow his life now, it would be a burden instead.

"Bu Lian in Xiashenfu is the 'reappearance' of the Holy Buddha's Tianguang Temple." He said: "I sensed that the soul consciousness of Youtan Fan has been extinguished. Can you please tell me the ins and outs of everything?"

Lin Jichuan told them everything from the very beginning when Youtan Fansheng found them.

After hearing this, Shenfu Bulian sighed and said, "Go to the underworld to find his soul? But if there are no thousands of lights to illuminate, it is useless to open the passage between the underworld and the human world."

"Thousand lamps? Illuminate?" Lin Jichuan glanced at him and listened indifferently, but the other party shook his head to show that he didn't know.

"Do you know why every August [-]th, people hold the Thousand Lantern Festival with extravagance?" Shenfu Bulian asked.

Mu Ruhang said: "Isn't it because of the Mid-Autumn Festival that adds elegance?"

Shenfu Bulian shook her head slightly, and continued: "That's part of it. In fact, few people know the real reason for holding the Thousand Lantern Festival. Every July [-]th, the gate of ghosts will be opened. At that time, there will be a passage between the underworld and the human world. , all ghosts will carry lamps to illuminate the way to the world. On August [-]th, the moon in the world will be full, and it will shine with the moon in the ghost world, and the ghost door will be opened again, but the light of the double moon is not enough for the ghosts. At this time, the lamps in their hands are not on, so people light thousands of lamps for the ghosts, so as to illuminate their way back to the ghost world. This is the origin of the original Thousand Lantern Festival.”

Lin Cai took a deep breath: "What? So it's true that the gate of hell will open on July [-]th!"

Mu Ruhang said: "This year, the torrential rain is raging, and it's almost August [-]th now. I don't know if the Thousand Lantern Festival has been cancelled."

Shenfu Bulian said: "Fellow Taoists, if you don't mind, please let me walk with you."

Leng Du listened: "Thank you Master for your help."

After the thick fog cleared, they realized that the sky was already slightly bright.The rain was torrential, and the water on the ground even reached the calf.

"If this rain demon is not eliminated, it must be a disaster." Shenfu Bulian frowned, and whispered a Buddha's name.

Immediately, the accumulated water on the ground receded like a sea tide.

In the middle of the night, the carriage galloped in the rain.

Fu Junyi was drowsy, but sitting with the weird Fu Changxian forced him to cheer up again.

Ironically, he didn't have the opportunity to take a closer look at his son until after his death.

With a muffled thunder, Fu Junyi sighed and patted Fu Changxian's head.At this time, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot, and he could even breathe in the air.