Aoyama sees me as I should

The abbot, who wanted to wander around, failed in the end. For the sake of the lives of more than 100 people in the temple, Ji Qingbai obediently got into Tanzhang's car.

The two deacons were tearful and stood at the gate of the temple to send them off over and over again. Some of the young monks were too young to understand the twists and turns. Ji Qingbai felt dizzy at the end of the comfort, and even got on the bus. It depends on Xiao Langjun's face.

After all, he was the one who wanted to sneak away, so it's normal for Tan Zhang to be angry.

Staying in the car, Lu Changsheng really didn't even dare to breathe hard, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Tan Zhang was sitting in the wheelchair, closing his eyes without saying a word, resting his mind. Ji Qingbai looked at him several times, but he could only give in first, and said in a flattering voice: "I promised Mr. Not counting?"

It was fine if he didn't mention it, but when Tanzhang was mentioned, his face became even colder, and he said coolly, "I've forgotten about being the abbot."

Ji Qingbai was embarrassed for a moment, but he was thick-skinned, and took out the scriptures and spread them on his knees.

Tan Zhang didn't say any more sarcasm this time, and listened quietly with his head propped up.

Ji Qingbai talked for a long time this time, so long that he felt smoke coming out of his throat. When he looked up, he found that Lu Changsheng had gone out at some time, leaving only Xiao Langjun and him in the car.

Tan Zhang closed his eyes slightly, wondering if he was still awake, Ji Qingbai stared at him for a while, then frowned suddenly.

The arrow wound on Xiao Langjun's shoulder was not healed for some reason, and there was a deep trace on the black brocade robe, and Ji Qingbai smelled a faint smell of blood.

In fact, Tan Zhang wasn't asleep, he was fully focused on Ji Qingbai, when he heard the man's voice stop, there was another rustling, and he brushed his face with every breath.

Tan Zhang suddenly opened his eyes, and Ji Qingbai's face was very close at hand.

"What is the abbot doing?" Tan Zhang waited for a while before asking.

Just then Ji Qingbai realized that the faces of the two were too close to each other, almost a distance where they could kiss each other with just bowing their heads. Now that he was avoiding it, he seemed a little ambiguous, so he could only bite the bullet and asked: " Is the injury on Xiao Langjun's shoulder still not healed?"

Tan Zhang looked down and didn't care too much: "The wound is a bit deep."

Ji Qingbai's face was unhappy, he always felt a little strange, looked carefully for a while, put his hands together and said: "Mr. Xiaolang, ask the poor monk to help you take a look."

Tan Zhang didn't mind taking off his clothes in front of Ji Qingbai, he exposed half of his shoulders, his complexion was as pale as the moon, Ji Qingbai looked closer, and his breath stuck to it.

At first nothing happened, but after a while, Tan Zhang felt that the wound seemed a little hot.

Ji Qingbai lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He supported Tan Zhang's shoulder with one hand, and his fingertips seemed to have wiped something, and a ray of golden light flashed.

Tan Zhang let out a "hiss".

Ji Qingbai focused on nothing else, straightened his clothes, and helped him onto the wheelchair.

"Xiao Langjun's wound needs to be treated." Ji Qingbai said gently, he called Lu Changsheng in, and helped to re-bandage Tan Zhang's arrow wound.

Seemingly unintentional, Ji Qingbai suddenly asked, "I wonder who hurt Mr. Xiao Lang?"

Lu Changsheng didn't react, he glanced at Ji Qingbai, then at his master.

Tan Zhang raised his eyebrows, not hiding it from him: "It should be Yan County in Northern Qi."

Lu Changsheng was a little sad, and said: "Liangjiang has been hostile to Yan County for generations, and it has become an inseparable knot when you come to Lang Jun."

Ji Qingbai nodded and stopped talking.

He looked down at the tip of his index finger, where a bloody gash had been cut at some point, and a thin red line emerged.

Mianluan industry fire.

Once the mortal body is injured, it will be difficult to heal for a long time, and the muscles and bones are easy to rot.

Ji Qingbai closed his eyes, only to feel a wave of overwhelming anger hit his heart, which made his limbs tremble like chaff.

Originally thought that Jin Yan Chi Feng only had enmity with himself, and that he would find trouble with Ji Qingbai first in this life, but he didn't expect that this holy demon not only hurt the Buddha who has become a mortal, but also committed such a humiliating poison of long-term love.

Ji Qingbai regretted for a moment that he hadn't found Tanzhang earlier to protect him well, and his heart was full of killing intent, wishing to smash the animal to ashes immediately.

The Buddha is the bone in his flesh and the blood in his heart.

In his previous life, Ji Qingbai blamed himself for not being able to kill Ming Huan earlier, not to mention that he caused Tan Zhang to suffer too much, and even almost died under the knife of Mian Luan. In this life, he was one step too late. How could he not feel sad? !

Seeing that Ji Qingbai's complexion was wrong and his eyes were suspicious, Xiao Langjun on the side opened his mouth and called out: "Abbot?"

Ji Qingbai came back to his senses, he looked at Tanzhang for a long time, then suddenly smiled, put his palms together, and said "Amitabha."

"Xiao Langjun." The abbot's fingertips were wrapped around a red rope at some point. Ji Qingbai knelt beside the wheelchair, stretched out his hand, and carefully tied the rope around Tan Zhang's wrist. He raised his head and looked at the Looking at Tan Zhang's face, he said softly, "The poor monk will tie the rope for you, and wish to protect you from generation to generation, peace and joy."

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Wan Chongyuan:

At this time, Ji Qingbai had almost just returned from the calamity.

He is in the realm of the upper gods, and he has to enter the karmic reincarnation of the lower realms every thousand years. Ji Qingbai was very surprised when Chao knelt on the ground and tried the red lotus horoscope.

Bai Chao also saw him, his expression was like looking at a dead person.

Ji Qingbai had no choice but to step forward and salute: "Bai Chaoshangshen...is this?"

Bai Chao obviously didn't want to talk to him, but his mana was different from before, as if he had been given some kind of forbidden spell.

"Congratulations to Shangshen Qingbai on his return from calamity." Bai Chao said with a sly smile, "Shangshen is really seeking wealth and wealth this time, and his cultivation base has increased a lot."

Ji Qingbai didn't understand the meaning of seeking wealth and danger, but it's true that his cultivation base has increased a lot. Although he will end his past and no longer remember the fate of the lower realm, but judging by his mana, Ji Qingbai himself knows what to do. It was a catastrophe.

He wasn't curious, but he wanted to figure it out. After all, how long is the lifespan of the gods?

In previous years, after the catastrophe, the immortals who have continued to suffer from karma often end badly.

It is hard to get rid of delusional thoughts and demons, self-cutting the immortal roots, it is nothing to waste ten thousand years of cultivation, the soul is completely destroyed, and the six realms do not exist, it is really miserable.

Bai Chao didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, he waved him away impatiently.

Ji Qingbai rubbed his nose, vaguely feeling that he must have caused trouble, so he felt ashamed to make trouble for himself.

It just so happened that Miaoyinniao flew out from the Wanzhong Gate left and right, and the multicolored auspicious clouds floated down to welcome him.

"Where is your lord?" Although the lower realm is only a few dozen years old, Ji Qingbai still misses the venerable on the lotus platform.

Miaoyinniao giggled, her voice was like Sanskrit: "Immeasurably waited for a long time, but God never came back, so he sent us to meet him." After speaking, he glanced at Bai Chao again.

Unlike Ji Qingbai, he only came to the Buddhaland once in a while, and he was in charge of the fate of the red lotus.

Bai Chao knelt on the ground, he didn't dare to show his breath, he didn't have the backbone when he was facing Ji Qingbai just now, he was very submissive.

Miaoyinniao urged Ji Qingbai to leave: "Shangshen, hurry up and go with us, Wuliang has to wait."

Ji Qingbai could only follow Miaoyinniao into the Ten Thousand Gates.

As a result, as soon as he stepped in, he saw the person who should have been on the lotus seat.

The left hand of the sandalwood chapter is in the mudra, and the two melodious birds are like a wisp of green smoke, which is fleeting.

Ji Qingbai didn't expect this person to come out of Wuliang Hall, he was so surprised that he forgot the etiquette, and called out "Your Majesty."

The Buddha's eyes fell on him.

Seemingly looking at it for a while, he said coldly: "Only after returning to the realm after calamity can one achieve consummation."

Ji Qingbai finally came back to his senses, knelt down and saluted, Tanzhang turned around and went back to the Wuliang Hall alone, noncommittal.

Ji Qingbai was obviously puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but the temper of the Buddha was also very weird in the past, so he didn't think about it any more, and turned into a real body in the flower and fruit forest he often visited, and jumped up and down to make a fool of himself.

As far as the Buddha realm is concerned, there are very few gods who can enter the abyss. Often there are only two people, the Buddha and him, for tens of thousands of years. It turned out that he couldn't even keep his body when he came in, Baihu Xiannan was one of them, every time he looked like a dog at the door, he came in as a fat white tiger, Tan Zhang would call him occasionally, Ji Qingbai was looking forward to it.

Their real bodies are all spirits and monsters, and there are countless jungle flowers and fruits in the Ten Thousand Abyss. Master Nan played with him, and he was really a good friend to relieve boredom.

After a long time, Master Nan hated him a little bit: "You have been flying for so long, why are you still like a childish naughty boy, and the Buddha doesn't care about you?"

Ji Qingbai opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "I only learned a lot of rules when I came here, and my lord also taught me to recite scriptures, and I am not allowed to shed hair casually. You judge the reason, can hair shedding be controlled?"

Master Nan was speechless, so he could only say: "It is impossible to control..."

Ji Qingbai sighed: "I used to be an immortal who broke through the Dragon Palace and took a bath in Penglai Pond. Now I can only stay in this Buddhist realm. Wanchongyuan is good, but let alone a living immortal, I can't even see chicken feathers." one."

Master Nan thought for a while and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't quite understand, so he had to persuade him: "But the Buddha is also good to you, think about how many gods can receive the blessing of the seal, and you are the only one. "

It's not that Ji Qingbai can't stand loneliness. Although Tanzhang has a weird temper, he can only spend seven days with him at most in a month, which is not unbearable. After a long time, Ji Qingbai has become more courageous, and turned back to his real body lying on the lotus in the cold weather. On the bed, open his belly, and Tan Zhang would scratch him when he was in a good mood.

Ji Qingbai thought that he had returned from a calamity, and Ji Qingbai, whose work and rest were going on as usual, was taken out of the flower and fruit forest by Tanzhang the next day.

He was sleeping in a cloud of mist, his real body's mane was in a mess, and when he saw the expressionless face of the Buddha when he was sleepy, he was so frightened that he almost got out of his body.

"Your Majesty..." Ji Qingbai was pinched at the back of his neck, unable to turn back into a human body for a while, "Why are you here?"

Tan Zhang didn't speak, suddenly turned him over on his stomach, hugged him on his lap, and scratched his hair, Ji Qingbai couldn't hold back, snored comfortably, flicked his long tail a few times, caught the Buddha Zun's ankle.

What happened later was that he took a nap in the flower and fruit grove for the first time ever.

So much so that Ji Qingbai felt that there was something wrong with the Buddha.

What's even weirder is that Tan Zhang came again the next day.

This time Ji Qingbai was prepared and changed his body in advance. The Buddha didn't do anything when he found him, he didn't need him to recite scriptures, and he didn't teach the rules. The two spent half a day fishing for unnecessary fish by the stream, and then slept in the forest at night.

After seven or eight days in a row, Ji Qingbai felt that this was not enough, he could just find a place to have a party for a night if he was so rough and thick, and Wuliang Buddha didn't go to the Lianhua Terrace, what would it be like to hang out with him all day long here!

But after mentioning this a few times, Tan Zhang seemed to just listen to it.

Ji Qingbai threw the hook out irritably, but after a while, a fish actually bit the hook, and he caught a huge koi with his wrist.

Ji Qingbai: "..." Where did the fish come from? !How could there be other living creatures in the Ten Thousand Layers Abyss? !

Tan Zhang glanced at it, seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said lightly: "This is more interesting."

Ji Qingbai didn't dare to make a sound. To put it bluntly, the whole Wanchongyuan was formed by immeasurable illusions. Even the Miaoyin Bird was an illusory thing created by the Buddha. Will forget about this.

He suddenly discovered that Teacher Nan hadn't been here for a long time.

In this myriad of realms, only him and Tan Zhang remain the same.

"It is enough to have you." The Buddha pointed lightly.

Ji Qingbai looked up, only to see magnolia flower petals falling from the sky, and the fragrance of the flowers filled his sleeves.

The author says:

I really like the guardian dog!

Knock well!

I won't update it today, save a manuscript, and enter the third update of V tomorrow afternoon!

I want to wash away my petty stigma!

Let you know what luxury is!