What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

The originally heavy and unshakable palace gate suddenly turned into ashes at this moment.

As the door of the temple shattered, the light leaked from outside the door poured into the Buddhist hall, and countless dusts also fell like scattered flowers, like tiny bright stars in the light.

As a result, the lights of the Buddha lamps hanging in the hall dimmed a lot.

In the incomplete dust, Xue Qing looked back and saw a tall figure against the light.

After the dust settled, the visitor raised his eyes in the mixed light.

——A bloody red mole between her eyebrows and her cold and dignified phoenix eyes.

"Good disciple, you are here."

Jingxuan stared at the figure standing at the gate of the hall, not only was there no fear, but layers of strange excitement appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Especially when his eyes fell on the energetic and young body, Jingxuan showed undisguised greed.

It was as if this body was supposed to be his.

Sheng Qiang, who was dressed in scarlet clothes, was still panting, pinching the whip with his hands, staring at Jingxuan covetously.

Naturally, he didn't miss the gleam in Jingxuan's eyes and the meaning implied in it.

"I'll go! Are you, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, so disgusting?"

In the silence, Sheng Qiang couldn't help but open his mouth to complain and broke the silent silence.

Although this rant is very inappropriate, it does make sense.

But Xue Qing looked at the figure in front of him and was speechless.

When the tall monk walked in front of him, the lips almost reached his forehead.

He didn't recover until he felt the sudden warm breath on his forehead.

Subconsciously, he hid the blood-stained sleeves and arms behind him.

But the hand was still held, and he was pulled from behind to the front with a force that could not be refused.

The heavy blood-soaked sleeves slid down, with weight and humidity sliding down bright blood-colored traces on the gradually exposed arm skin.

Even with the burning wound that was still turned over, it looked hideous and difficult to distinguish.

What looked like a bloody mess was particularly glaring on the already white and flawless skin.

Xue Qing wanted to withdraw his hand, and then cover the wound that would not heal for a while, but the man's hand was like iron clamps, tightly clamping his wrist, preventing him from moving.

Fa Hai's heavy eyes fell on the wound, which seemed to have a substantive coolness and pressure.

The big hand holding his wrist tightened even tighter.

"Well."

Xue Qing couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain.

If Fahai let go of his hand at this time, there must have been bright red guidelines left on his wrist.

Hearing Xue Qing's voice, the tightly clenched palms suddenly loosened a little, this time giving Xue Qing some space in his wrist, so that Xue Qing could turn his wrist.

But still holding on and not letting go.

While turning his wrist, Xue Qing didn't look at the faint red marks on his wrist, but secretly glanced at Fa Hai who was looking down at his arm.

Why did Fa Hai just watch and not speak?

It was clearly a critical moment of life and death just a moment ago, but when Fa Hai arrived, the desperate struggle stopped.

All eyes were on them.

For some reason, under Fa Hai's gaze, Xue Qing felt unspeakably guilty.

As if he had made a huge mistake.

Guilty for being hurt, guilty for worrying.

"I'll be fine in a while."

At worst, wait for some medicine to be applied.

Xue Qing spoke softly against Fa Hai's gaze, and then tried to pull his arm back again after speaking.

But as soon as he moved his hand back, Fa Hai pulled him forward, forcing his hand to move closer to Fa Hai.

"do not move."

The man's voice was soft, but with suppressed emotions.

Gentle golden mana appeared and gently covered the wound on Xue Qing's arm.

Obviously, they both have mana that can destroy evil spirits, but Fahai's mana is completely different from Jingxuan's mana.

Just a little bit of the Buddha headlamp burning with Jingxuan's mana can leave an irreparable scar on his arm.

However, Fahai's mana, which was obviously destroyed by the purest Zhiyang, could wrap the wound on his arm gently and slowly heal.

"No way——" Sheng Qiang, who was standing aside, was forced to watch the whole process. He watched the sticky and tugging movements of the two, and the expression on his face became indescribable.

Are these two people so grandiose?

Is now the time to do these things?

It's really a downturn in the world, and people's hearts are not ancient.

Sheng Qiang sighed heavily, and his heart would stop if he continued watching.

Then he turned his head, and met the eyes of Jingxuan, who was in a stiff posture and remained motionless.

Sheng Qiang: ...

This doesn't seem quite right.

In the next second, he jumped to Xue Qing's side vigilantly, trying his best to ignore the presence and oppressive Fa Hai opposite Xue Qing.

"That old monk Jingxuan is still watching!"

He whispered loudly into Xue Qing's ear.

Xue Qing only felt that his ears were almost deafened by this sound.

But Shengqiang's reminder is not unreasonable.

With Fa Hai in front of him, he almost forgot that there was still a difficult enemy to solve.

That means Jingxuan is still here.

Xue Qing withdrew his wandering thoughts in front of him due to ecstasy, and turned his head to look at Jingxuan who had been standing motionless since Fahai entered the door.

Strange to say, why did Jingxuan stop?

Before Xue Qing could take a closer look, the tall monk stood in front of him in an absolutely protective posture.

"As expected of a poor monk's good disciple."

Jingxuan was still in that stiff posture, but squeezed out a half-true sigh from his dry lips.

There seemed to be a trace of gnashing of teeth mixed with it.

Fa Hai didn't say anything, but approached slowly step by step.

The sound of footsteps echoing in the temple is like a heavy countdown before death.

"The poor monk is ungrateful, a good disciple who turned against each other."

Seeing Fahai's approaching figure, something flashed in Jingxuan's eyes, but what followed was still emotion with unknown emotions.

His apprentice should naturally help him with things.

Jingxuan looked at his apprentice as if he was looking at a livestock raised by him.

Those who are wise are used by him.

Those who are not smart will be turned into nourishment for his skills.

"Master, you shouldn't have treated me like this—" Amidst the sound of flesh and blood being parted, the monk in red cried hoarsely.

Weeping blood, the warm flesh was still beating.

Ke Jingxuan was unmoved.

He extracted the mana from another person and gradually turned it into his own use, and when everything was done, the red-clothed monk who was struggling on the altar had lost his breath.

"idiot."

Jingxuan didn't even want to take another look. He adjusted the monk's robe and buried the bones in the back mountain and burned them.

Walking out of the back mountain, he was the abbot of the Lingyin Temple who was radiant and kind-hearted again.

It's just that the people in the temple will not find out why the monk Nianci has disappeared.

"You shouldn't have brought other people in."

Facing Jingxuan's eyes that seemed to be eating raw, Fa Hai only replied a few words coldly.

Ah.

A mocking smile appeared on Jingxuan's wrinkled face.

He never expected that he had exhausted all his tricks, but instead kept all the secrets.

I underestimated his cold-hearted apprentice.

Jingxuan tried to mobilize his fingertips, but the magic power behind him that did not belong to him was like a sword against him, making him dare not move easily.

It seems that his apprentice, before he knew it, had reached a powerful cultivation base.

The light of the Buddha's headlamp was unstable, and the light and shadow changed on Fa Hai's handsome face.

His thick eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small, light shadow on his cheek.

He is more like a Buddha than a weeping Buddha on the ground.

Like a god descending from the sky, it has not been touched by the fireworks of the world.

It should be so lofty and show people with downcast eyes.

This is the body he wants, the body he designed to fit perfectly.

The frenzy and excitement made the slack muscles on Jingxuan's old face tremble uncontrollably.

A pair of eyes are even more bewildering, almost unable to show the light.

madman.

Crazy.

Jingxuan's abnormal gaze made people feel terrified.

Xue Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

The corners of Jingxuan's mouth grinned, and the mana that had restrained him for a long time was suddenly broken, and the stagnant Buddha headlamp began to spin rapidly.

"Since you are disobedient, you will all die—" The tear stains under the eyes of the Buddha's head on the ground became bigger and bigger, and with a loud shattering sound, the entire Buddha's head suddenly shattered.

Completely shattered into pieces.

Jingxuan's skinny face was covered with blue veins due to the use of mana, and the whole person looked very weird as if he had gone mad.

At this moment, he could not see the original compassion at all.

It doesn't even look like a person.

Instead, it looked like some kind of scary monster.

The mana and demon power he absorbed and refined were too much and too complicated.

Has quietly changed in his body.

So that Jingxuan is neither human nor demon now.

Xue Qing glanced at Sheng Qiang, and when Fa Hai raised his hand, they flew up to meet him.