Aoyama sees me as I should

Liangjiang Fang's family came back to Chaolin as a serious businessman, but no one knew that such a young Fang's patriarch would come.

After the caravan was attacked, the news was kept secret. Although there were many pilgrims in the Tuoshan Temple, no one found that the young master of the Fang family was recuperating here. However, they were all sent away by the two deacons of Tuoshan Temple under the pretext of wandering around.

The caravan continued to go north, and the speed was faintly accelerated on the way, but Lu Changsheng's complexion was not very good for a while, and the reason was absurd. It turned out that the abbot of Tuoshan Temple suddenly fell ill.

When Ji Qingbai coughed up blood for the first time, Tanzhang didn't know it. Lu Changsheng was startled when he saw it early in the morning.

Ji Qingbai calmly wiped away the redness around his mouth, and said with a smile, "It's okay, the poor monk usually suffers from heart palpitations, Brother Changsheng, don't worry."

This monk is really very familiar with him, and he became a brother and brother with him within a few days.

Lu Changsheng frowned, and had no choice but to say: "Although I know that you don't like it in your heart, our little man is also a bit difficult, but he treats you so well, you should relax your heart, maybe someday the little man will let go when he gets tired of it." If you leave, you will leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood!"

"..." Ji Qingbai opened his eyes wide, knowing that Lu Changsheng had misunderstood, thinking that the imperial physician hadn't changed at all, he was still so verbose when he should be verbose.

The abbot thought for a while, and said tactfully, "I don't really mind this kind of thing..."

Lu Changsheng was impatient to listen to his explanation, and with an expression of "Okay, I understand", he prescribed some tranquilizing medicine for him.

Ji Qingbai really didn't know how to explain it to ordinary people, so he could only pretend to accept it.

As a result, he hadn't taken the medicine for a few days, and the medicine bag was discovered by Tan Zhang this evening.

Although it is true that Ji Qingbai was snatched by Tan Zhang, the two of them have never had what Lu Changsheng called "greasy but not greasy".

After all, Mr. Xiao Lang is a bit thin-skinned, and he is angry with Ji Qingbai for leaving without saying goodbye, avoiding himself like a snake and a scorpion, so apart from the antidote every seven days, the two of them had to get close to each other, Tan Zhang seldom clings like before The two of them can be regarded as having some positive interactions, but one of them speaks in a well-behaved way, and the other listens calmly.

Lu Changsheng didn't know what little Langjun and Ji Qingbai were having fun with, and he didn't arrange another place for the abbot to sleep.

So Ji Qingbai could only sleep outside the carriage without embarrassment every night, but Tan Zhang discovered the medicine he threw casually in the morning.

"The poor monk has been a little anemic these few days." Ji Qingbai saw the other party's face was ugly, and hurriedly found a reason to comfort him, "Brother Changsheng gave me some medicines to nourish qi and blood."

Tan Zhang opened his mouth, his whole body was almost white, staring at Ji Qingbai with deep and resentful eyes.

Ji Qingbo didn't know why he had such a sudden reaction, so he knelt down and grabbed the opponent's hand.

Tan Zhang's fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.

Ji Qingbai frowned and called out, "Young Lord?"

Tan Zhang looked at him, laughed half-crying, with a hoarse voice: "Are you so unwilling..."

Ji Qingbai was puzzled, Tanzhang turned his head away suddenly, no longer looking at him, when he pulled his hand away forcefully, Ji Qingbai was still staggered by him because of the excessive movement, Tanzhang seemed to hesitate a little, but he still turned his back decisively Go, I slowly pushed the wheelchair into the house.

Ji Qingbai lowered his head and stared at his hands, his brows slightly raised.

In the middle of the night, the caravan camped in the wild, and Tanzhang's carriage was surrounded by guards. Ji Qingbai fell asleep, and heard the breathing in the middle, the Buddha had already fallen asleep.

He opened his eyes, sat up cross-legged, moved his fingertips slightly, and recited a formula.

In an instant, the monk's physical body was in a trance, without any breath.

Ji Qingbai stepped into the raging flames, and he has recovered the posture of a god, wearing a misty blue shirt, with Qingmeng ice silk flying around his elbows, a cluster of core fire burning between his eyebrows, looking down at the people in the fire.

As expected, Ming Huan's appearance has changed in this life, but her complexion is still pale, with an unnatural sickness floating on her face, and she looks even weaker than her previous life.

He raised his head, he didn't seem surprised to see Ji Qingbai, he grinned, and said loudly: "As expected of the God of Nightmare Tapir, he can come and go freely in this dream."

Ji Qingbai raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "It's no match for your golden flame and phoenix, my arrow from a thorn, unexpectedly failed to kill you in a dream."

Ming Huan didn't care much, he was even more curious about how Ji Qingbai found him and was able to trace the traces into his dream, but after thinking about it, he understood.

"Have you met Infinite Buddha?" Ming Huan said firmly.

Ji Qingbai sneered, the Jingsheng Divine Bow was already in his hand: "You are so daring, you dare to play tricks on the Buddha right under my nose."

Ming Huan took a look at Ji Qingbai's bow, and quietly climbed up to the waistband with one hand, his smile was still casual: "He has been in the Buddha's realm for 10,000+ years, he should have been tired of it, how do you know that he is still willing to be his immeasurable Buddha?" , to maintain the immeasurable way of heaven in the six realms?"

Ji Qingbai knew that this dream couldn't last long, the holy demon was delaying the time to wake up, he had to make a quick decision.

For example, in reality, Ji Qingbai will definitely not be the opponent of this golden flame phoenix, but it is different in the dream.

His real body is a dream-eating tapir, and he can still retain his real soul in the dream, unlike other gods and monsters, as long as he enters the dream, he only has the form of the soul, so he is naturally weak and invincible.

But Jinyan Chifeng is an ancient holy demon after all, Ji Qingbai has come to the other party's dream three times, but failed to take his life, and once he wakes up, if he wants to kill the other party in this world, with Ji Qingbai's current cultivation, he may not even be able to kill him. We can't do it together.

Even in a dream, there is still a difference in the depth of the cultivation base.

The Buddha's Dharma seal is infinite, unless Tanzhang took the initiative to interpret the dream to him, Ji Qingbai's cultivation in his heyday would not be able to see the slightest bit of the Buddha's dream.

Of course, it is difficult to enter the dream of the holy demon, Ji Qingbai found the trace of Minghuan by relying on the fire of fire on Tanzhang's body, but he didn't expect that when he entered, he didn't need much effort.

But this is weird, and Ji Qingbai didn't have time to think about it. Killing the holy demon is no psychological burden for him. Ming Huan's fate is not within the six realms. His death is not really dead. At most, he can enter Nirvana several times earlier It's nothing more than reincarnation, but it helps his cultivation karma, which is why Ji Qingbai still can't figure out why this dead phoenix keeps entangled.

In his view, although the holy demon has entered the world of mortals, he is free from the shackles of the six realms. He cannot become a god, nor can he become a demon. He is just a passerby in the six realms. To be entangled with this world.

It made Jin Yan Chifeng think about it for so long, and Ji Qingbai wondered if it was because he met a holy demon who had just entered reincarnation for thousands of years during the last catastrophe, and owed him a debt of love like a blank sheet of paper. Ken let him go easily.

But Jin Yan Chi Feng clearly wanted to kill Tan Zhang both times.

Bai Chao also said that the last time he went through calamities and collided with the reincarnation of the holy demon, the Buddha deliberately went down to the realm to help...

"You still have time to think about other things." Ming Huan got an arrow in his neck and shoulder, and he didn't die, but he didn't wake up either.

Of course, Ji Qingbai is not much better, his cultivation base is not as good as before, and the karmic fire in Ming Huan's dream is burning fiercely again. When entering the dreamland, he has to accept the dream meaning. The harder it is to deal with.

After being dreamed by Ji Qingbai again and again, the holy demon obviously figured out some ways.

The karmic fire burned into a dream, and huge mountains rose from the plain. As soon as Ji Qingbai stepped into the karmic fire, he saw a golden roc covered in flames screaming and rushing towards him in the distance.

Qingmeng Bingling flew out of Ji Qingbai's hand, bound Jinpeng's bird claws, the bird sang shrilly, Ji Qingbai grabbed Bingling and tried to pull it off the ground.

Naturally Jinpeng refused, the bird's head was raised high, and a pillar of fire was sprayed out from its huge beak. Ji Qingbai flew away, took up Jing Sheng, and shot an arrow core of fire.

Jinpeng got an arrow in the bird's eye, but it became more and more fierce. Ji Qingbai hid several times in embarrassment, Bing Ling was always in his hand, dragging the bird's claws.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Ming Huan stood between Jin Peng's wings at some point, covering his left eye with one hand, and holding the Mianluan Saber in the other.

Ji Qingbai felt his arm tightened, almost pulled out of its joint, followed by half of his body flying into the air, the karmic fire from underneath scorched the hem of his clothes, and burned all the way to his back, Ji Qingbai gritted his teeth and squeezed it tightly as if he didn't feel any pain. He picked up Bingling and shouted in a low voice: "Shut!"

Jin Peng let out a scream, the bird's claws were ripped off, Ji Qingbai fell from mid-air, the ice silk spun around and flew to his waist, holding him up.

In the next second, Ming Huan slashed at his head with the Dianluan knife.

Ji Qingbai raised his bow and held it, raised his legs, and kicked the holy demon away.

The cracked tiger's mouth could hardly hold Jing Sheng, Ji Qingbai's face was covered with the blood of that Jinpeng, his eyes stared at Jinyan Chifeng through the blood mist.

Ming Huan stood up holding the knife, and before he could say a few words, there was a burst of muffled thunder from the sky.

This is a sign of waking up.

Ji Qingbai gritted his teeth in hatred, and raised Jing Sheng up desperately, another core rocket ignited between his fingers.

Ming Huan's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "Save your energy, God of the Nightmare Tapir, do you want to die here?"

Ji Qingbai said nothing, his arm holding the bow trembled slightly.

Ming Huan's primordial soul ignited light from his feet, and pieces gradually shattered like stars.

"You are really willing to give anything for him." Jin Yanchifeng's eyes taunted coldly, the fragments floated in the fire of karma, fleeting, the flame gradually extinguished, and a drop of rain fell on Ji Qingbai's face .

"Have you ever thought about how you would deal with yourself if one day Wuliang returned to his throne and he forgot everything?" The fragment cut open Ming Huan's injured eye, and Ji Qingbai's heart ached sharply with that piercing gaze.

"Shut up!" Ji Qingbai shot out the core fire in his hand at the last moment, but there was nothingness in front of him. In the hot rain.