Immortal Voices Chapter 133: Holy monk

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Jingyue let out a scream, and her expression fell to the ground in pain. Layers of black mist all over her body quickly escaped from the body like being driven away by something.

With the passing of these black mists, the smooth and supple cheeks of Ningyue began to appear wrinkles, and her ink-like hair gradually turned gray.

Ling Yue's eyes widened and looked to the left guardian, with a look of horror: "Buddha cultivation, you turned out to be Buddha cultivation."

The response to her was the left guard lightly twisting the beads, and there was a sound of Amitabha Buddha without sadness or joy.

Jingyue’s face has been aging. She was enveloped by golden Buddha's light. A large ‘swastika’ Buddhist script flashed light and seemed to want to wrap her in.

Aqi saw that Ning Yue was in danger, the Forbidden Spirit Chain in his hand turned a bend and tied Ning Yue, and then desperately took Ning Yue out of the encirclement.

Lou Hanxi saw that so many people couldn't stop a Qi, staring at the chain of forbidden spirits, his face was gloomy: "It's ridiculous to take the spiritual tool given by the Lord and do whatever you want."

She said coldly: "Yuewei will chase after him and kill him."

Yuewei heard the order and hurriedly chased him in the direction where Aqi and Limingyue had fled.

Lou Hanxi waved her hand, and the shadows retreated into the darkness. Her attention fell on Wu-Self: "Master without-Self, long time no see."

No-self lightly nodded, with a refined temperament, like a flowing cloud on the nine heavens that is not stained with dust: "Cold Creek donor."

Lou Hanxi's expression is complicated: "I remember that the master used to be the host of the Hanxi Temple, and now he calls my name, what do you think of the master?"

Without-self smiled, it dilutes the holy Zen in the whole body, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world: "I miss it very much."

Lou Hanxi's expression is sad and hateful, sorrowful for the current posture of Wuwu, and hates the culprits who caused all this.

Wu-I was picked up by the host of Hanxi Temple to raise and grew up. It was about the same age as cousin Jing Jing, a childhood sweetheart, and Lou Hanxi would often go to Hanxi Temple with her cousin Jing to find Wu-me to play.

Without me, I can tell many stories, make irresistible meals, and produce the most mellow wine in the world. Her winemaking skills are something I learned a little bit by me, but I do It's no longer making wine.

Lou Hanxi still remembers the original appearance of Wuyou, the arrogant character, the overflowing talent, and the lingering temperament of the gods.

But now I can’t see it anymore. It’s always regrettable and regrettable that the aloof gods fall into the mortal world.

Lou Hanxi was silent. Perhaps the regret in her eyes was too obvious. The movement of turning the beads stopped without me, and said sincerely: "Don't be the case for Hanxi donors, everything is definite."

Lou Hanxi couldn't help but stabbed him: "Since you know that it is a definite number, why do you immerse yourself in the past and not come out."

Wuyou smiled bitterly, and said frankly: "It is the poor monk whose cultivation base is not yet home."

He looked at the dead corpses around him, sighed and said earnestly: "Hanxi, you have killed too many people, and you have too many targets for revenge. The cost of this road is too great, you can't afford it. ."

Lou Hanxi stubbornly said: "Except for this life, I will soon have nothing. Any price will not matter."

She was covered by a black mist, and her voice became faint: "Master, let me, a sinful person, do this kind of thing to go to hell. If you can, you will still be the high priest. , Purdue people."

She shook her body and turned into black mist and flew towards the small courtyard she had been watching before. Behind her, several dark shadows followed.

On the spot, I stood silently for a long time.

After a long time, he looked up at the sky, seeming to see the high Buddha through layers of obstacles.

He murmured softly: "My Buddha is merciful, is my power boundless? Why can't I save a little girl."

When the voice spoke, Wumei was in a daze, and then he realized that he was resentful in his heart, resenting his Buddha.

Once, her little girl said: "You take refuge in the Buddha, and I take refuge in you, okay?"

He said: "Okay."

Then, he who converted to the Buddha lost his beloved girl, and the girl who converted to him lost her life.

From then on, he broke the killing vows, damaged his practice, gained emptiness, and betrayed the Buddha.

There is no such sacred monk who has come out of dust and compassion, he can't even save himself, how to save others.

A wisp of black air flashed in Wu Wo's eyes, and he changed back to the elusive left guard.

Left guardian rubbed his forehead in distress, then turned and walked away. The task that the Lord gave him to protect the young master is not over yet, he should do his duty loyally.

On the other side, Rong Xian walked into the house, Ye Mingzhu took a picture of the humble house like daylight.

She sat at the table and looked at Bai Changyue who had just walked in. With a slight movement of her fingertips, a silver needle was wearing a gold thread and moved towards Bai Changyue like lightning.

Bai Changyue was startled, her hand subconsciously grabbed the silver needle, and her heart was tumbling. What's the matter, does Rong Xian want to attack her?

Before she could come up with it, she saw the silver needle suddenly turned and stuck it on her wrist.

At the same time, the golden thread looped around her wrist, and by the way, the silver needle was bound to her wrist.

Everything only happened in the blink of an eye. Bai Changyue came back to her senses, and just wanted to question Rong Xian, only to see Rong Xian frowned slightly, her fingertips pressed against the silk thread.

Bai Changyue was startled, is this taking her pulse?

Yan Fei walked in and saw this scene, quietly sitting on the other side of the table, watching Rong Xian's movements with interest.

How high is Rong Xian's medical skills? It will be clear to whoever she has turned over her medicine. The world-recognized first person in medical skills can see her cure with his own eyes, or cure Bai Changyue and other incurable diseases. It's really rare.

Bai Changyue also knows that if there is anyone in this world who can cure her stubborn illness, it must be Rong Xian, so she stares at Rong Xian without blinking, and every frown of Rong Xian makes her Frightened, lest he hear bad news.

After a while, Rong Xian moved her fingers slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around Bai Changyue's wrist loosened with the silver needle. After leaving Bai Changyue, she turned a bend in the surprised eyes of the two and entangled Yan Fei. On the wrist.

Yan Fei raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect the thread to find her again.

But she didn't move, letting Rong Xian investigate her injuries, Bai Changyue also sat beside Yan Fei and waited.

The time for Yan Fei to check the pulse was much shorter than that of Bai Changyue. After Rong Xian knew the physical condition of the two of them well, he withdrew the golden thread.

"Doctor Rong, how?" Bai Changyue asked in a trembling voice, trying to suppress the expectation in her heart. She didn't even dare to ask if "Can it be cured?"

She is afraid of being disappointed again. If Rong Xian can't cure her, she's afraid that no one can cure her. I'm afraid it will be the same in her life.

Rong Xian didn't sell her, her lips raised a warm arc, and her eyes were as clear as the sky, and her eyes were so tolerant that she said with a touch of comfort: "It can be cured, don't worry."

Bai Changyue's tight body became loose, and the teardrops in her eyes couldn't help but roll down.