Namo Amitabha

09

It was the first time that the monk's usual calm face showed such vivid confusion and fear.

If Feng Luo read it correctly, it was indeed an expression of fear of loss and bewilderment.

Seeing that, Feng Luo was startled.

At the same time, almost in response to the monk's expression, the bruises on his body flooded those two thin lips in an instant.

Unable to wait any longer, Feng Luo did not hesitate to touch the point between his eyebrows, a drop of blood congealed in the air, and then disappeared between the monk's eyebrows.

Feng Luo pursed her lips tightly and hardly dared to breathe.

The bruising paused for a moment, fading away like a tide as if meeting a natural enemy.

The monk's breathing became steady and long, and his face calmed down.

After a while, the monk opened his eyes, first looking into a pair of worried eyes.

The monk bowed his head in silence.

Silently opened the gate to let out blood, and used the blood as a guide to prepare the medicine.

The two tacitly fed the medicine to these villagers, waiting for the antidote to take effect.

The monk's method really worked.

Wu Village's vitality slowly rose.

"Let's go." They should go too, to find the culprit, the demon.

Feng Luo looked at the monk, who nodded.

"It seems that we still have to go back and meet old friends."

Walking the familiar road back, Feng Luo couldn't bear it no matter how much he endured it.

"Monk, I thought you were a monk with profound Buddhist teachings, at least you would be hard-pressed to deal with this mortal."

"But you are indeed blocked. An obstacle creates a demon. Isn't it?" Feng Luo turned to look at the monk, and the monk also stopped to look at him.

There is still still water running deep in the ancient well without waves on the face.

"Being able to be blocked means that you have a weakness, monk. From now on, you must be careful."

Feng Luo purposely made his tone lighter, to cover up his lingering fear.

If there is no Dragon Blood Barrier Breaking...

In addition to being afraid and caring.

What is it that hinders him, a person with a determined heart and a pure heart.

What could stop such a person.

He can't help it.

The road back to the capital from Wu Village is not far for them, and they can get there with just a flick of the tail of Fengluo Hualong on weekdays.

He feels that the monk always seems to be persistent, for example, he can walk against the wind, and he is faster this way, but he still has to walk.

Even if he wants to accommodate the monk now, it only takes less than half a day with the cultivation base of the two of them.

They didn't go directly into the city but stopped at the ruined temple again, where the monks meditated, adjusted their breath, and practiced quietly.

After all, he was still a little scared.

Feng Luo lit the candle lamp and watched the flame swaying by the breeze that penetrated through the crack of the door.

Like a burning candle in a dream.

After the monk finished reciting the scriptures, he tidied up the sleeping place, found out the thick monk's robe, folded it squarely, and prepared to put it on his bed.

Staring into the monk's eyes, he asked:

"Monk, can you cross me or not?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then a superficial kiss landed on his lips.

Feng Luo opened his eyes wide.