Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

"Why did the benefactor kill life?"

The monk's voice is very low, his tone is very light, but he has a bright smile on his face, which makes it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

Across the seven floors of the Moyun Building, the indifferent question came into his ears clearly, and An Bochen frowned, but did not speak.

Although the feeling of that shot had passed away, the wonderful feeling brought back by the night's fugue still lingered in his heart. Looking at the handsome monk downstairs, An Bochen faintly noticed that there seemed to be a very special aura lurking in his body.

"In the past, the Buddha gave up his life to feed the eagle, and he should be the regular script of his disciples."

With a smile on his face, the monk stretched his arm to the mouth of the eagle. The dying eagle seemed to feel it, opened its eyelids with difficulty, and pecked at the monk's arm.

Under An Bochen's bewildered gaze, the eagle gradually came back to life, with blood still sticking to its beak, fluttering its wings, hovering above the monk's head, staring at the monk's wrist reluctantly, the next moment, it flew towards the monk with a ferocious face.

"Sacrificing one's life to feed eagles is the kindness of my Buddha. But animals and animals are ungrateful and ignorant of enlightenment, so what's the use of saving them."

Sighing secretly, the young monk shook his head with an indifferent expression.

As soon as he saw it, An Bochen's heart jumped suddenly, and he saw that the hawk had not yet approached the monk, but suddenly froze in mid-air, its body trembling uncontrollably.

The monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited scriptures, his face full of compassion.

As the morning light fell, the Harrier Hawk's body twitched violently. The next moment, it wailed, a finger-thick hole burst open in its abdomen, and then "plopped" and fell to the ground without a sound.

Opening his eyes, the monk glanced at Harrier Eagle expressionlessly, raised his head, and looked at An Bochen on the tall building.

"My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings."

"The little monk has no talent, so I don't know the surname of the benefactor."

Facing the gaze of the young monk, An Bochen looked stiff and did not speak.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't.

The monk looked over with a smile, his eyes split the morning light, and looked straight into An Bochen's eyes, but it seemed that he had an indescribable force, which made An Bochen's whole body stiff, making it difficult to move.

An ascetic monk before the Buddha, he practiced Buddhism for more than ten years. Once he left the Buddhist hall, he trekked through thousands of mountains and rivers, read people from several countries, and finally arrived at the prosperous Ryukyu Kingdom.I thought that the people in the country would be as beautiful on the outside as in this prosperous world, but I didn't expect that in the downstairs of Moyun on Zhuque Street, I saw a shot that surprised even him.

At the turn of day and night, the mysterious spear intent pierced the morning light and landed in his heart, like a torch falling, igniting the calm state of mind on Wuhua's road.

An ascetic monk before the Buddha, he has practiced Buddhism for more than ten years, and he knows all the Buddhist scriptures. A Zen mind can distinguish ten thousand monks.However, even if he recited the Buddha's name day and night under the incense of the Buddha's music, he still couldn't wash away the evil spirits in his forehead, heart and vertical eyes.

Looking at the frozen boy on the pavilion, Wuhua was still smiling, but he felt a little confused in his heart.

Judging from the previous shot, the young man in Tsing Yi at least had a cultivation strength close to his own, but right now...it's weird.

The young monk felt a little regretful, only thought that An Bochen was also that kind of embroidered pillow, and was about to turn around and leave, at this moment, a strange whisper came from his ear.

It was humble at the beginning, but later on, it became more and more deafening, and he was the only one who could hear it. The people who got up early passed the Moyun Tower, and glanced at the young monk curiously.

In his eyes, the young man in green shirt had already held the gun in his hand at some point, the tip of the gun was trembling slightly, and it let out bursts of whistling.

Clenching Wuxie tightly, the water and fire two forces sank into the barrel of the gun along the palm of his hand. Originally, An Bochen only wanted to use the silver gun to calm his uneasiness, but with the silver gun in his hand, he felt an unprecedented wonderful feeling.

At this moment, An Bochen only felt that his hand and the silver gun were integrated, as if they had become a part of his body.The two forces of water and fire submerge into the body of the gun, as if flowing in another meridian without any hindrance.

The mysteries of the time of fugue return became clear again.

......

What is man, what is heaven and earth, but a drop in the chaotic world, living in turbulence and displacement, like a duckweed.

The body is the sky, water and fire are the spirit, grasped by the soul, and this spear is also like the other sky, connecting the two forces of water and fire, holding the gun with the heart, the two skys merge into one, and the separation and combination are all in the mind.

......

That night in the temple, An Bochen first mastered the gun art of "integration of human and spear", but today he has made great progress, and "integration of human and spear" has reached a small success.

But this is just one of the countless mysteries brought back by Shenyou Huihui, the rest are hidden in the earth soul, and perhaps only by entering the Immortal Mansion again can one comprehend them all.

However, only this one has inadvertently raised An Bochen's state of mind by more than one level. He holds a long spear, and the spear is one. Now the eyes.

At this moment, An Bochen not only broke free from that coquettish gaze, but also shot out from the gun, condescending, looking down at the slightly astonished monk.

In a blink of an eye, the young monk smiled, clasped his hands together, and stood quietly downstairs in Moyun, his cassock fluttering in the wind, making him even more handsome.

I don't know when, many young girls came to Zhuque Street, dressed in colorful clothes, rushing towards the Moyun Building. When they saw the monks from Qin Guolai, they were all stunned, their expressions were dazed, and their eyes were filled with emotion.

I have seen this kind of scene a lot, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her heart still like water, and she looked seriously at the boy in the pavilion.

After knocking on the scriptures for more than ten years, his hands, which used to only grasp wooden mallets, suddenly felt a little itchy.

At this moment, a voice mixed with laziness and a few traces of jokes came out.

"Where did you come from, a thief and a bald donkey, playing tricks here."

Just this one sentence broke the confrontational momentum between the two.

Thieves and bald donkeys?

Wuhua was startled suddenly, only to feel a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

From the age of seven to the present, he has been praised and praised everywhere he goes. He is used to being courted by girls in the Qin Kingdom, and he is also used to those admiring eyes and messages filled with women's charm. He knows that he is born beautiful, but as a monk, How could he be fooled by this.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how he looked like a bald donkey.

Wuhua raised his head, and saw that there was another person beside the young man in green shirt, a sleepy red-haired girl in a plain skirt.

After thinking for a moment, a faint smile appeared on Wuhua's face, and he clasped his hands towards Sima Jin.

"Amitabha, I'm a humble monk, dare to ask..."

"No flowers?"

Sima Jin didn't seem to wake up yet, she rubbed her eyes, looked carefully at the monk downstairs, and after a long while, she smiled.

"It's really a bit like the flowerless monk in white clothes...Little white-faced monk, where should you go? We don't have any flowers and plants in Moyun Building. If you want to pick flowers, go to the painting boat by Wangjun Lake , there are many of them."

No flowers?Little boy monk?

Standing downstairs in Moyun, Wuhua's face was stiff, and he was a little at a loss.

He had never been teased like this since he was a child, and when Sima Jinfang opened his mouth, he couldn't resist, scattered laughter came from his ears, he could only feel his cheeks burning, and an unknown fire rising from the bottom of his heart.

But when he looked at Hong Funu again, he was suddenly taken aback, and saw a gleam of blue light flashing across the girl's eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

Land product?

In this building alone, there are two people with the same level of cultivation as me, and they seem to be much younger than me. This Liujing is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. From this point of view, if there are new masters hiding Here, it is not impossible.

Wuhua thought to himself, forcibly suppressed Wuming's anger, smiled casually, and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha. Since that's the case, I will ask the two of you for advice in the future."

Flicking away the sleeves of the robe, Wuhua no longer lingers, and walks forward.

But just as he took two steps, the girl's laughter came from next to his ears.

"Going the wrong way, Monk Wuhua, the boat is to the east."

Feeling flustered, the young monk blushed, without turning his head, he strode away in a hurry.

When Wu Hua was far away, Sima Jin looked away, and the teasing look on his face was gone, a little dignified and thoughtful.

Turning her head to look at An Bochen with wide eyes, Sima Jin smiled faintly, shaking her hands in front of his eyes.

"Okay, don't hold on anymore."

After the words fell, An Bochen's body trembled slightly, he breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly regained his momentum, looked at Sima Jin gratefully, and did not speak.

In the previous confrontation with momentum, it seemed that there was no winner, but in fact, Wuhua had the upper hand. After all, after staying in the Qin Temple for so long, he often practiced against monks. How could it be a beginner like An Bochen who cultivated momentum in actual combat? Brother can match.If Sima Jin hadn't come forward to make a rescue, once An Bochen's aura was brewing to its peak, he would still be helpless, and would definitely backfire.

"Wuhua...... A man with such a name is not afraid of being laughed at."

Putting down the silver gun, An Bochen muttered to himself, but amused Sima Jin who was beside him.

Pursing her lips and smiling, Sima Jin didn't say much, but the doubts in her heart continued unabated.

She was born in the Sima family, she was well-informed and had psychic eyes, so she naturally knew the origin of that young monk.

Wuhua monk, the only disciple of the god monk of the state of Qin, the legendary born bottomless pit, handsome and unparalleled, but he has never left the capital of the state of Qin... Why did he suddenly appear in Liujing today?

Just don't get in my way, otherwise...

A cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and Sima Jin looked towards the palace with flickering eyes.

There is only one step left to get the immortal secret book, Xiao Anzi will go into battle tomorrow, it is a battle she is determined to win, she does not want any more troubles.

There was noise and chatter from downstairs, An Bochen looked curiously, and saw many young girls gathered downstairs, excitedly looking at him from time to time, clutching colorful handkerchiefs.

A heartbeat, Amber Chen