I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 61

As the mezzanine behind the white wall was artificially broken open, a smiling Buddha statue came into view.

He looks like a Western Heaven Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, with a bald head like a mound, half-covered cassock to expose his chest, and wearing bracelets, armlets, necklaces and other accessories.

The top of the Buddha statue is covered by layers of black gauze.

There are yellow papers for offering sacrifices all over the place.

Yan Jiu doesn't need to look.

I knew it was dirty.

She collapsed on the sofa.

Yan Jiu looked at the cigar man with his arms in his arms: "The black cloth covers the scorching sun, and the shadowy paper is cast in the dark. It is a belief that cannot be seen. I can't tell, you are playing very well in secret."

The voice just fell.

The man with the cigar who had been subjugated suddenly raised his head.

The cigar man glared at Yan Jiu's direction like a heretic, and he tried to speak clearly: "Nifu Buddha! Lou Nayushen is the heaven-absorbing Zengtong!"

Yan Jiu propped his head on his hands, and lay lazily: "Except for the Eighteen Kalans, Twenty Heavens, and Brahmanism in the Western Paradise, I have never heard of Lou Nayu."

The cigar man said, "That seems like you know nothing."

Yan Jiu looked lightly.

The arrogant cigar man immediately shrunk his neck.

Ma Weiwei said and looked at the cigar man: "Is this an evil Buddha? Not only did you enshrine the three clear bells...you are so afraid of death."

The cigar man doesn't get angry with the two of them.

The Prophet once told him that Lou Nayushen would only bless pious disciples.

He just needs to believe in himself.

Yan Jiu saw through the cigar man's thoughts: "You don't still think he can protect you, do you?"

The cigar man stiffened his neck and said nothing.

He stared enthusiastically at the Buddha statue not far away.

It seems that this will bring him infinite power.

Ma Weiwei walked up to Yan Jiu: "Senior, my Taiyi sect serves the real Taiyi, what do you think we are looking for someone to worship? Are you old? To tell you the truth, my family has been urging me Blind date."

Yan Jiu looked at Hongluan's star-moving Ma Weiwei.

She had known for a long time that Ma Weiwei and Liu Fei had red threads wrapped around their bodies, but she couldn't see through them.

Yan Jiu only said: "I will teach you a more spiritual way to burn incense. Go to the museum and pay homage to the Bodhisattva."

Ma Weiwei clenched his fist with his right hand and beat the palm of his left hand: "Because the Bodhisattva in the museum isn't busy, is it?"

Yan Jiu looked at Ma Weiwei with approving eyes: You are also a person who understands workload.

Ma slightly scratched his head shyly.

Proud to keep up with Yan Jiu's brain circuit.

The corner of Lang Zongyi's mouth twitched: "..."

He turned his gaze to the underside of the evil image.

A pothole has been dug there.

Inside the cave are three dense bones.

They were suppressed under evil images and could not survive.

The ferocious bone claws are facing the sky.

A prayer that never withers, but until their world is terminated by death, there is no one to save them.

In Yan Jiu's eyes.

What she saw were three Yin spirits in white clothes.

They were suppressed by the evil image, and affected by the golden light of Sanqingling's painting scroll, they couldn't escape an inch at all.

It's no wonder that they choose to dream about the employees of the company, hoping to seek help from the employees, and they also want to advise those employees, but their method is wrong.

The status quo has not changed.

He also bears the evil barrier of "harming others".

Yan Jiu suddenly unfolded the scroll: "Mr. Lang, which one would you choose between this painting and the three ghosts?"

Lang Zongyi said in a low voice, "There is no need to choose."

Did not open the eyes of the sky.

He cannot see ordinary ghosts.

But he knew that the painting scroll prevented the reincarnation of the ghost.

talking.

Lang Zongyi stirred his heart.

With the collapse of the cigar man, weeping bitterly.

He burned the precious scrolls.

Lang Zongyi did not tell Yan Jiu.

In order to suppress the riot of blood beasts, he needs Sanqingling to stabilize the Lingtai.

Actually.

Lang Zongyi because of physical reasons.

He has already been ordered to withdraw from the frontline battle.

The reason why I came here this time.

It was Baguajing who noticed Sanqingling's breath.

He guessed that this was not the complete Sanqingling, but he didn't expect that what was here would be a scroll with a gentler blessing, a scroll that anyone could use.

Ma Weiwei hesitated to speak: "The seat..."

Lang Zong glanced at Ma Weiwei.

"Heh" stopped the other party's unfinished words.

Lang Zongyi knew it well.

There is really no need to tell others about some things, as that will only increase troubles and turn black hair into troubles.

Yan Jiu didn't pay attention to the interaction between the two, she cast a spell to release the Yin spirit who had been imprisoned for many years.

Watch them break free from the shackles of hardship.

The three Yin spirits bowed to Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi, and walked towards the new student step by step.

Yan Jiu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Look at the cigar man again.

System panel: [Ding!

Objects to be inspected: Lounayu evildoers,
Remarks: Accurate customers,
Mortality: 100%,
Death time: After the first backlash,

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [That's strange, why doesn't he believe in the Asura King, who is also a Rosicrucian, and instead believes in some evil image?One person serves two masters, whoever he does not quack! 】

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

What else can it be.

Whether King Asura is alive or not is another story.

Lou Nayu should be a real thing, and he must need the faith of believers more than King Asura.

Yan Jiu didn't want to remind the cigar man that he was about to squirt this time, she smiled and said, "I never had the chance to ask Mr. Lang's full name."

Lang Zongyi said: "Lang Zongyi."

Yan Jiu nodded halfway, and his expression became inexplicably serious: "Which sect, which one?"

Lang Zongyi said truthfully: "The qilin sect of the beast sect is the only one with a loving heart."

heard.

Yan Jiu looked up abruptly.

The smile on her face disappeared instantly.

There was a vigilance like a wolf cub in his eyes.

Lang Zongyi didn't understand, so he asked, "Why?"

Yan Jiu's eyes widened, and he thought viciously in his heart: It's alright if the pupil color is the same as my senior brother's, how can you have the same name as my senior brother! ?
of course.

Yan Jiu didn't make trouble out of saying this sentence.

She just put down her phone.

I gave up the idea of ​​noting Lang Zongyi's full name.

Yan Jiu has a domineering look of "she doesn't care", she feels that only her senior brother is worthy of the word "Zong Yi"!
Lang Zongyi was at a loss.

He just got a stare, right?

Is there something taboo about this name?

Shouldn't be.

His incomprehensible father told him that "Zong" was derived from the genealogy of his generation, and "Yi" means that his father only loved his mother in this life.

It shouldn't be a taboo.

Lang Zongyi really couldn't figure it out.

He was about to ask Yan Jiu.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiu turned and left.

before going.

Yan Jiu also kicked the cigar man.

Sprinkle all your anger on the cigar man.

see.

Lang Zong raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Ma Weiwei suspiciously.

Ma Weiwei shook his head again and again: "Sir, don't look at me, I don't know why Senior Yan is angry!"

It was the first time she saw Yan Jiu so angry.

It's so rare.

Ma Weiwei shook his head in amazement.

Their seats are great.

It's easy to get angry with Senior Yan.

Absolutely!
Lang Zongyi didn't know that his image in the hearts of his subordinates had grown to a higher level. He watched Yan Jiu's leaving back faintly, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

this moment.

Yan Jiu's whole body seemed to be alive, exuding a human atmosphere, no longer rejecting others for thousands of miles.

Who influenced her?

Is it his name?

What does his name mean to Yan Jiu?

unnoticed.

Lang Zongyi was a little curious.

after all.

There are not many things that can affect Yan Jiu's emotions, and he rarely wants to know the reason.

(End of this chapter)