[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Wang Lianhua sighed softly, and said: "The dead are gone, we living people should think about how to go on."

Although it was a serious talk, everyone still felt that it was boring, but it was still necessary to cheer up and find a way out.

Seeing that everyone looked tired, the sick old man took out some dry biscuits, dry steamed buns and a few water bags for everyone to share.

Nie Qiaoqiao took the steamed bun, broke it into pieces, and carefully fed it to Lin Suxian.

Yun Chuxiu came to Zhao Biqiong's side with the dry rations he had received.

Zhao Biqiong ignored it, and sat in front of the burnt corpses of Sweetheart Wuxin and Wang Huo, like a piece of burnt firewood, withered and bleak.

Yun Chuxiu said: "Master, you can eat as much as you want."

Zhao Biqiong didn't answer him.

Yun Chuxiu knelt on the ground and begged, "No matter how much I persuade you, I'm afraid you won't listen. I only hope that you will think about the senior brother and the junior junior sister. Their life and death are uncertain, and they are still waiting for us to rescue them!"

Only then did Zhao Biqiong's eyeballs move.

He looked at Yun Chuxiu, and there was an inexplicable color in his dark pupils, but it dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

Taking the water from Yun Chuxiu's hand, he ate and munched, as if he had a good appetite.

However, the dry biscuits taste like chewy wax when eaten in the mouth, and the bitterness is unbearable when poured into the throat with clear water.

The two are mixed together, like mud, hard to swallow.

No one knew what kind of perseverance he used to force himself to swallow it.

Seeing that Zhao Biqiong was willing to eat, the sick old man felt at ease, and walked to Wang Lianhua with the remaining water.

At this time, Wang Lianhua was standing in front of the shrine at the end of the Buddhist hall, examining it carefully, reaching out her hand from time to time, searching for clues wholeheartedly.

The sick old man handed the water bag to Wang Lianhua, and Wang Lianhua waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

He said, "Did you find anything?"

Wang Lianhua looked back and smiled, hooking her fingers at the sick old man with a mysterious look.

The sick old man couldn't help but be influenced by him, sneaking up to him like a thief.

Wang Lianhua whispered in his ear: "I found that the Bodhisattva in the shrine is gone."

The sick old man jumped his feet angrily, and cursed viciously: "Bullshit, anyone with eyes can see it!"

"You boy, can you stop playing tricks?"

Wang Lianhua raised her eyebrows and said: "Sure enough, you can't expect the wood to open up."

"The key to the matter has been told to you, so can't you use your own brain?"

The sick old man blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed when he was reprimanded by Master when he was young.

He hastily reflected that they had indeed relied too much on Wang Lianhua in the whole matter.

It is also because the other party always looks like he is holding the wisdom pearl in his hands and has a well-thought-out plan. Such a proud demeanor makes people can't help but admire and follow.

The sick old man thought for a while and said, "Could it be that we want to go back to the stone formation and find the Buddha statue that should have been placed in the shrine?"

Wang Lianhua smiled, noncommittal to the deduction of the sick old man.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and threw the folding fan in his hand back, and it landed firmly in the arms of the sick old man.

The sick old man looked at him suspiciously.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "I'll see you off."

The sick old man stared at the fan in his hand and looked again and again.

Agarwood is the bone, snow waves are the surface, and the painting is painted with mountains and rocks, winding streams and flowing water, which is extremely elegant and valuable.

But sick old people are not rare at all.

He threw the fan back to Wang Lianhua, and said: "This fan should be used by arty young masters like you. What's the use of giving it to my old man, a fairy-like old man?"

Wang Lianhua caught it casually, shook her wrist, and said with a slight smile, "That's it."

The fan blows over the magnificent and bright pearls and jade treasures on the shrine.

"This shrine is so gorgeous and splendid, how can the broken stones outside be worthy?"

"The Bodhisattva who can be enshrined in it must be ingenious and unparalleled."

Looking down at the futon placed in front of the shrine, he said thoughtfully, "Even if you are a kabuki and dancer, you often hold a pipa and half cover your face. You need to spend all your money to invite me."

"As for this Bodhisattva fairy, naturally she has to burn incense and kneel down, and sincerely ask her to show her beauty."

The sick old man thought his words were a bit strange, how could he compare □□ with Bodhisattva fairies?

But he didn't think deeply, and asked suspiciously: "You mean, you are going to kneel on this futon to worship?"

Wang Lianhua smiled slightly, her eyes were bright like the moon, but there was a sense of coolness flowing.

With a movement of the wrist, the folding fan flew out like a stream of light and lightning, and with a bang, it was like a swift feather shot from a full-stringed bow, and it ruthlessly penetrated into the inner wall of the shrine.

clack clack-

On the inner wall of the lacquered gold, spider web-like cracks spread rapidly.

The stone wall collapsed, and dust rose.

The brilliance in front of my eyes was bright, and countless gold, silver and jewels gushed out from the shattered stone wall, like a golden tide rushing to my feet, and colorful emeralds jumped out from time to time, like fish swimming freely in the golden river.

A life-sized statue of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Arms, surrounded by bright treasures, gradually appeared.

Avalokitesvara sits cross-legged on the lotus throne, with a slender and graceful figure.

The 36 slender arms are like the pistils spit out by Bailan, swaying and graceful.

Each hand held a magic weapon, a volume of cheat books, and a bottle of medicine pill.

There are the long-lost Zhenpai swords of the Emei Sect—Qingsuo and Ziying, the legendary secrets of the ultimate lightness kung fu—"One Reed Crossing the River" by Bodhidharma, "Nine Turns Resurrection Pill" by Yaowangfeng, Tiangong The "seven skillful fan" of the door...

There are 36 kinds of treasures, each of which is brought to the rivers and lakes, which can cause a bloody battle.

However, the most eye-catching thing was the book she was holding between her folded palms in front of her chest.

There are four characters written on the surface of the scroll - Hengshan Secret Record.

As long as you are a little more flexible, you will guess that this secret record was written by Chai Yuguan, the instigator of the Hengshan Battle.

It may be recorded in it that he searched all the martial arts cheats and secrets of the world from the victims of Hengshan.

It is the most precious treasure in the Happy King's collection, which gathers the great achievements of martial arts in the world!

Everyone should be dazzled by this secret record that collects the essence of martial arts from all over the world, but at this moment they are all immersed in the peerless beauty of Avalokitesvara, and even Lin Suxian and Nie Qiaoqiao are all in love with her. Beauty held her breath.

Have you ever seen a pool of green autumn water in the dense cold pool?It was her full eyes.

Have you ever seen Qiong Xue in the pistils of white plum blossoms in early winter?That was her white wrist.

Have you ever seen amaryllis as red as a sea of ​​fire by the waterside of the Quxi River?That was the rouge on her lips.

Have you ever admired the willow branches with brilliant flowers flying inward like silk?That was her slender eyebrows.

Fortunately, it was just a dead object. If she could smile slightly, the Buddhist temple would probably be drunk for her.

Avalokitesvara remained silent, without sadness or smile, but Wang Lianhua, who was admiring her appearance carefully, laughed.

Fengshen is like jade, elegant and radiant, not much less pale than the beautiful Guanyin.

He looked at Guanyin, with a gentle look in his pupils.

As if seeing an old lover, he said tenderly: "You look like a beautiful Guanyin."

"However, even the real Guanyin can't stand my kneeling, let alone you."

"Do you think so, Chu Qiuci?"