I have nothing but luck

Xie Rongjiao's Dongliu sword and Yu Yingqiu's Wanfa lotus seal are both moves beyond their age and cultivation level, and they can make the well-informed Mahayana powerhouses fall in love with them at the Qunfang meeting.

So when they calculated with their minds but not their minds, when they met each other and made all their killing moves by surprise, it is understandable that the demon cultivator Mahayana who guarded the dungeon couldn't carry it through.

Yu Yingqiu suppressed the feeling of nausea and discomfort, pinching two fingers to find a bunch of token keys from Moxiu's body: "Should it be the certificate to enter the dungeon?"

Xie Rongjiao didn't answer her words, instead he searched around with his spiritual sense.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the familiar feeling of blood boiling in his meridians.

"There are white tiger bones in the dungeon."

"What the Buddha sect guards is the bones of the white tiger."

Yu Yingqiu didn't understand why at first, but she quickly turned her head around: "The white tiger skeleton, one of the four spirits? So it's because of the white tiger skeleton of the Buddha sect that Mo Luo did not hesitate to go to war against the Buddha sect? What's the use of this thing?"

It can be of great use.

Xie Rongjiao recalled that Xuanwu City was densely covered with runes, and it was only one step away from the Xuanwu skeleton that was successfully connected with the radical energy.

Since the basalt bones can be connected, why can't the white tiger bones be connected?

Maybe Mo Luo has connected himself with the White Tiger Qi Ji, so he is particularly proficient in connecting radicals and Xuanwu.

Maybe Mo Luo used the radicals as a guinea pig for practice, and after confirming that the method was correct, he dared to attack him with confidence.

These are all uncertain things.

There is only one thing that Xie Rongjiao is certain of.

His complexion was ugly, so ugly that Yu Yingqiu could clearly see Xie Rongjiao's pale complexion through the two pungent smoky oil lamps burning in the dungeon.

It's not the delicate and flawless white that is as moist and shiny as fat jade piles of snow, but it is white like paper, which makes people feel ominously morbid and pale at the first sight.

She couldn't help but asked with concern: "But when I did it just now, where did Shi Zi suffer from acne?"

"I'm fine." Xie Rongjiao reluctantly came back to his senses, and reluctantly said, "It's just that I think that Mo Luo's map may be very big, so I can't help worrying."

Probably because Xie Rongjiao was too reluctant, Yu Yingqiu's eyes were full of doubts, and she opened her mouth to ask.

Xie Rongjiao took the first step to put the token buckle tightly covered by special runes, on the iron gate that he refused to let go of even an inch, and seeing it pressed his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Of course he's fine.

The one who has something to do is probably Jiang Jingxing who is facing off against Ji Moluo who is becoming more and more unreasonable.

Xie Rongjiao's heart was flustered and stuffy from being pressed by the iron gate, and he was so heavy that he fell painfully.

Xie Rongjiao held Zhenjiangshan's knuckles so hard that they turned white, as if they would snap and snap at any moment.

If he was of any use—

If he could stand side by side with Jiang Jingxing, facing Mo Luo and even the unknown forces behind him, the turmoil and swords that had accumulated for countless years before waiting for an opportunity to burst out would not become a drag.

Why is that so?

The worst is to die together.

Why is it that he can't stand still in this small dungeon, wishing to pierce the short ceiling with a sword and go to Zhenxi City with his sword, but he still has to pretend to be calm and calm Tricked Yu Yingqiu and went to see someone from the Buddhist sect?

But Jiang Jingxing was already in Zhenxi City, Xie Rongjiao had to do what he was supposed to do in Buddha City.

The corridor connecting the Mahayana detention center and the cell where the Buddhist cultivators live is very long, and the corridor is dark and dark. When you step on it, you can still hear the sound of splashing water, which almost makes you feel tormented.

Until the two of them doubted whether they were going to walk out of Zhenxi City, a bald head came from the end of the corridor.

Yu Yingqiu took a closer look and saw that it was the light reflected from the oil lamp on a group of bald heads.

She clapped her hands and shouted: "No wonder the master always likes to shave his head bald. It turns out that it is to take care of other people's Lu Pudu sentient beings."

Xie Rongjiao looked at him without a word, and felt that the cheerful woman in front of her eyes was getting farther and farther away from the image of the jade fairy in the rumors, and her worries about Jiang Jingxing were slightly diluted for a while.

There came a kind voice with a smile: "To illuminate the path of others, I don't want to have delusions. It is enough to be a bright light."

Yu Yingqiu's voice is not low. The Buddha's cultivation is only closed, but it's not closed and insensitive. As long as you are not deaf, you can hear it naturally.

The old monk who was speaking couldn't help smiling when he saw the two of them looking over, "I see the vulgar, and I'm the abbot of the Buddhist sect, but I stay here and let the two little friends touch me with great pains, but it's very embarrassing."

I saw that the prison cell was very big, and it could accommodate more than 60 Buddhist practitioners to sit there peacefully with their eyes closed.Being firmly surrounded by the formation, not to mention them, even if the Mahayana demon cultivator who Mo Luo trusted so much came in person, he still couldn't open the formation and let the demon cultivator come out.

It's probably because he cheated his teammates too much, and he was always afraid that there would be a day when there would be a good reincarnation. Mo Luo did not do well in keeping a hand to defend against his own people.

The old monk who spoke was neither tall, short, fat, or thin. Just looking at his facial features, he didn't seem to have a supernatural appearance. It was completely different from Muyin's solemn treasure appearance. He was just an ordinary person among thousands of people. look.

But looking at him, my mind involuntarily calmed down, and all my troubles were thrown away. Of course, such a thought came to my mind:

There is no one in this world who is more like a Buddha than the old monk in front of him

The first impression was good, Xie Rongjiao and Yu Yingqiu had long admired this unmoving abbot even in times of distress, and now each held a junior ceremony.

One is to save time so as not to be detected by outsiders, and the other is because of nature, Xie Rongjiao went straight to the point: "To tell you the truth, Abbot, we came here this time to make sure that our fellow Buddhist sects are not worry-free. Inquire about matters."

Seeing that the abbot should have expected it a long time ago, he nodded and said: "Naturally, a group of old monks are restricted in their cultivation and trapped here. If you know what you can do to help your little friend, that would be great."

From far to near, the sound of the Buddha Sect's bell ringing gradually increased in size and severity, forming a continuous sound.The non-stop Buddha's voice seems to immerse people in all kinds of dust and fireworks in the secular world. The heart that is full of mud is lifted out, and it is washed all over to remove dirt and dirt, and return to a state of ethereal tranquility, and a sense of seclusion from the world.

For Buddhist practitioners, it is the time for evening class chanting.

What's more important to Moxiu is that they can finally have a fair reason to get together and discuss with each other what happened these days, whether there is any suspicious place, and if so, how to remedy it.

"Senior Brother Wuyin, stay here for a while." Shen Xi said in an apologetic and gentle voice, "I heard the elder's lecture is reaching the key point of the profound meaning, I'm afraid I don't understand what I'm listening to, so I need to trouble Senior Brother Wuyin to explain it carefully for me from time to time. I remember listening to senior brother Muyin talk about something similar to this section when I was hunting in the north, and I think the senior brother is very accomplished in this."

In his seemingly harmless tone, the soft knife was hidden by Muji. He said that the real Muji knew this section and was willing to explain it to him. What can the fake Muji do?In order to prove that he is not a fake, of course he can only bite the bullet and stay with Shen Xi.

The one who also bit the bullet and preached the scriptures was the Mahayana Moxiu who pretended to be the elder of the Buddhist sect.

Fake Muyin can at least pretend to be real for a while. Seeing this Mahayana demon cultivator replace the elder of the Buddhist sect and then use the excuse of meditation, he will not know until he can't retreat. The real master who has no roots of wisdom is here.

Moxiu was shocked when Shen Xi came to look for him today.Before killing people and killing others and not scaring the snakes for the time being, he finally lowered the noble head of Moxiu in humiliation, opened the scriptures on the bookshelf for display, and taught Shen Xi the scriptures by selling what he learned.

Shen Xi's reaction stunned the Mahayana Demon Cultivator for a moment, and wondered if his lecture, which was full of flaws, could help?How could he have fooled Shen Xi, who was famous for his talent in learning from a hundred schools of thought?

Moxiu soon became happy, thinking that Shen Xi still has some vision.Besides, Buddhism is a cloud and a fog. If you can't talk about it seriously, you can't make up a circle around nine bends and eighteen bends. I'm afraid that Shen Xi won't think enough?

He said with high spirits: "Little friend Shen, listen, this paragraph is about..."

Fake Muji is even more unlovable.

Shen Xi tried hard to maintain a gentle and elegant smile, and restrained his urge to violently beat someone.

Fang Linhe continued to wipe his sword silently outside the house.

Although he didn't quite understand what the three of them were talking about, but judging by the happy posture, it didn't look like they would fight for a while.

Seeing that the vulgar abbot is not stupid, he can understand the fact that they are short of time when he thinks with his toes, and he will not deliberately delay the two of them, "I am not afraid of the jokes of the two friends. The misfortune, half of it is that the old monk doesn't know people clearly, and he can't see that I have been harboring evil intentions for a long time, which is the reason for this misfortune."

Otherwise, the Buddhist sect has been established for thousands of years, and it has always been against the demon cultivator. Except for the catastrophe of the demon cultivator 200 years ago, he has been laughing proudly until now. How can it be so easy to deal with?

Wormholes always start from the inside first.

Xie Rongjiao's heart moved: "The one who sees evil, but is still in the inner courtyard of the Buddhist sect?"

As if he understood what he was worried about, the abbot saw him comfortingly smiled, and pointed in the direction of the cell calmly: "No, he is squatting here."

Xie Rongjiao: ""

Wuyin kindly replied: "Even though Uncle Jian Evil conspired with Moxiu, Mo Luo thought that those who betrayed his master's sect were not enough to conspire, and would be in danger of retaliation, so he imprisoned Uncle Jian Evil together with us."

Xie Rongjiao: ""

Well, considering that this kind of thing was done by Mo Luo, it seems that it is not worth making a fuss.

After these days, Xie Rongjiao didn't believe that there were only a few teammates who were cheated by Mo Luo.

Fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-Moro ah.

Yu Yingqiu said weakly: "But you are not sealed, how did you manage to be in the same room as seeing evil?"

What is it if it is not a tiger like a tiger?

Abbot Jiansu looked calm: "Junior Brother Jian E was also locked up by Mo Luo. Although the old man was sealed up, his fist and kick skills are not bad, plus there are a group of young people such as Wu Yin, the jade benefactor should What I worry about is seeing my junior brother."

It turned out that sheep joined wolves.

No wonder the monk in the middle fell to the ground.

Xie Rongjiao sorted out his thoughts: "Dare to ask the abbot, what is the relationship between your faction and the white tiger?"

The Mahayana Demon Cultivator who was passionately speaking about the Dharma in the room suddenly had his heart beating wildly.

Instinctively, he felt that something was wrong, so he temporarily paused and pinched his fingers to figure out the secret.

When Moxiu raised his head again, his eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at Shen Xi: "The junior is bold! How dare you break ground on Taisui's head!"

Obviously, he didn't know the plan of several people clearly, but he also knew nine out of ten.

As early as when he lowered his head and pinched his fingers, Shen Xi had a premonition, and slowly drew out the Spring Wind Sword: "You are the ones who are bold."

The door cracked, sawdust splashed everywhere, Fang Linhe drew his sword and barged in.