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"Me, me!!! Fuck you! Jin Yang, I'm going to break off our relationship with you!!!!" Guhuo let out an angry cry and took another mouthful of old bruised blood. With a smack, he fell to the ground completely. rise.

Jiang Qingyu didn't know what happened next in the nine-story demon tower. She was really curious about the reaction of the golden beast. She looked at Yayin and asked, "Senior brother, do you know this golden beast?"

Yayin was silent for a moment and said, "Well, there is some connection."

Jiang Qing's bright eyes looked curiously at Ya Yin, and there was no need to explain the meaning clearly.

Crow Hidden sighed lightly and told the story helplessly: "When I first experienced it, I met him eating people. He was full of karma and sinful. Although my cultivation level was not high at that time, he was only a child. The beast, I fought with him all night, defeated his demon elixir and picked his hamstring, but I was seriously injured and could not kill him completely. Lord Dujie, who came to conquer the demon, rescued me and sent The disciples in the sect are looking for the same half-dead golden beast."

Jiang Qing looked worried: "Senior Brother..."

Crow Yin twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was not very skillful, but much better than when the two first met in the Blood Demon Cave. He thought for a long time, as if he was recalling the situation at that time.

After a while, he said: "I'm fine. Lord Dujie took me back to Qingdeng Temple to recuperate from my injury for a month, and there is no old illness left. As for Jin Yang, the day I left Qingdeng Temple, I was admitted to Qingdeng Temple." The disciples were bundled into the demon tower to reflect on themselves."

Jiang Qing snorted. I don't know if Jin Yang has reflected on it. Anyway, this time Gu Huoniao definitely left an indelible shadow.

"Senior brother's sword intent has become much more refined. After returning to the sect, can you suppress your cultivation and compete with me?" she said.

Crow Yin nodded in agreement.

Outside the nine-story demon tower, Lord Dujie sat meditating. As soon as Jiang Qing and Yu approached, he opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Amitabha, thank you for your help."

Jiang Qingyu: "Your Majesty, this is serious. It's all within your scope."

Isn't it just a matter of duty?

Crow Yin spread out his hands and presented the merit relic, which was much darker in color. Corroded by demonic, demonic, evil and other filthy air, it could still maintain its golden color. It is conceivable that his master had something to do before he passed away. How awesome, it must be just one step away from ascending to heaven.

Seeing Jiang Qingyu's doubts, Lord Dujie smiled and said: "Amitabha, this merit relic was obtained by the first Zen master of our temple after his incarnation. It has been enshrined in the front hall to receive incense for thousands of years."

Jiang Qingyu suddenly felt respectful and saluted the relic.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," said Lord Dujie with a kind expression.

Yayin took the begonia branch from his waist and presented it together with the relic in his hand. He bent down to the Lord Dujie and said, "Please give me your guidance, Lord!"

A ray of golden light shot out from Lord Dujie's hand and connected it with the crabapple branch relic. From Jiang Qingyu's angle, it looked like the crabapple branch was planted on the relic.

And the water poured by Lord Dujie is also the power of merit that is difficult to accumulate. At this time, they are just opening the valve and washing it on the branches of Begonia flowers!

The branches of Begonia flowers visible to the naked eye are beginning to come to life, and the flowers and leaves on them fall off and grow again, and fall off again, as if they are undergoing the tempering of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The relic was gradually eclipsed, and finally turned into a simple relic with only a faint golden light.

Ya Yin blamed himself on his face, but knew that he couldn't disturb him, otherwise he would suffer a loss. The same goes for Jiang Qingyu.

After a while, the flowers on the Begonia branch became more and more delicate, and the leaves were green. Lord Dujie slowly closed his hands, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said with kind eyes: "Donor Crow, you are already well."

Crow Yin held the flower branches and saluted: "Thank you, Lord Dujie!" Jiang Qingyu followed suit.

Lord Dujie did not take it to heart, as if the instruction he just gave was a trivial matter, and said: "My cultivation level can no longer be saved. Instead of letting these merits exist in the body, it is better to let them do what they should do." Donor Crow, Donor Jiang, what do you two think?"

After that, he stood up with a smile and disappeared near the nine-story demon tower.

Jiang Qing was astonished. It turned out that the Lord Crossing Tribulation was already a great master in the ascension stage, but just now he was just a golden body of him.

Those who have heard about Buddhism can cultivate a golden body after reaching a certain level. One golden body is half the strength of the body, and the number can be up to thirty-six!

Ascension stage monks are so terrifying!

The two were about to go down the mountain from the path when a monk walked towards him with a smile. When he saw Jiang Qingyu, he said: "Amitabha, Master Jiang, long time no see."

Jiang Qingyu looked up and saw that he was an acquaintance. He returned the greeting and said, "Master Sikong, long time no see."

After exchanging pleasantries, Little Master Sikong suddenly looked at Yayin and said with envy: "The golden light of merit on this donor's body is very rich!"

At this time, an older monk passed by and after hearing what Sikong said, he said: "Yes, the golden light of merit on the donor's body will turn into a cocoon and wrap you up. Again, the donor should not consider practicing Buddhism." ?”

Jiang Qingyu:! !

Ah, this...Does Buddhism also poach people?

Looking at Ya Yin again, his face was still expressionless, and he said politely: "I practice swordsmanship and have a disciple. Thank you for your kindness."

The older monk was not upset at being rejected. Instead, he smiled and replied, "Almsgiver Crow is firm in his Taoism. It's a poor monk who talks too much."

again? ?

Jiang Qingyu vaguely tasted something different. After the monk took Sikong away, she asked excitedly: "Senior brother, do you know the master just now?"

Crow Yin's usually calm and gentle face had a hint of helplessness as he replied: "That is Lord Du Ye, the junior brother of the two Lords Du Jie and Du E."

Jiang Qingyu: "Senior brother looks very familiar with this master."

Ya Yin: "When Venerable Du Jie took me back to Qingdeng Temple for treatment, Venerable Du Ye took care of me. Later, with experience, my merits accumulated more and more, and I met Venerable Du Ye again by chance. At that time He then persuaded me to practice Buddhism."

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "Including this time today, this is the seventh time I have been advised to shave my head and practice Buddhism."

Jiang Qingyu was stunned, and her eyes fell involuntarily on Ya Yin's thick black hair. She could not imagine what this black hair would look like after being shaved, let alone the reflection of the light on the top of the second senior brother's head.

She racked her brains and finally squeezed out one sentence: "Uh... maybe... Venerable Du Ye also thinks that as long as the hoe is wielded well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down?"

Yayin was speechless: "..."

Jiang Qingyu's mind was filled with thoughts about the bald second senior brother, no matter what he thought, it would be funny.

After a while, she finally remembered the question she wanted to ask at the beginning, suppressed the wanton smile on her face, and said: "By the way, senior brother, that branch of Begonia is...?"

Crow Yin paused for a moment and took out a brown-black pen tube from his sleeve. The tube was a long and slender large-headed brush. There were two words carved in small seals on the back of the tube - Judge.