Beauty's Devil Guard

The evil spirit dissipated in this unknown mountain forest, and the fourth son of Tianji was missing one at that night.

Xiao Yi returns to the hotel room and closes the door. Clean the room and turn around.

On the bed, there is a woman, Zhou Xue. Just after being knocked unconscious, he was still in a coma, lying on the bed motionless.

Xiao Yilong walked over and took a look at the girl on the bed.

At this time, the whole body is full of vitality. Jump up and play on the girl again.

It's still soft and elastic.

Without the interference of evil spirit, Xiao Yi can play with the girl Zhou Xue at will.

However, Xiao Yi enjoyed the tenderness of the next week's snow. Then he shook his head and said, "Hongmen, the foundation of Tianji Pavilion, is a hand covering the sky. In this world, there are all your people. Ah, poor girl... "

Xiao Yi is not so hungry. Although the beauty of the girl on the bed is absolutely superior. However, Xiao Yi turned his eyes and sighed. Then, I photographed the acupoints behind the girl. When Qi enters the body, Zhou Xueyou wakes up.

"What have you done to me?" Zhou Xue opened her sleepy eyes and saw that in this room, the only men and women were in the same room. And, at this time, his whole body does not wear inch.

With a smile, Xiao Yi said, "your strategy is good, and your talent for acting is also good. However, the beauty and figure are a little bit bad, I have no interest in you. Go away, while I don't change my mind. "

Zhou Xue looked at Xiao Yi tremblingly, the disdain and disdain on her face. Immediately, slightly a Leng.

She has done this kind of thing with Wu Biao countless times. Any man, seeing her white and clean body, will be excited.

But now this man has a little disgust.

"Get out of here, let me throw you out." Xiao Yi has some antipathy to the girl who sells her body to achieve a certain purpose. At present, the tone is more impatient.

Zhou Xue quickly grabbed the sheets on the bed and wrapped her body. Crying, quickly out of the door.

Xiao Yi distant head, called to the waiter for a bed sheet. In a comfortable and clean room, I fell asleep. There was never such a night that Xiao Yi slept so comfortably and calmly.

On Qinglong mountain, the fourth son of Tianji, wearing a monk's robe, sits in his own Zen room. I don't know when the rosary beads in my hand have been broken and scattered on the ground.

Looking at the night outside the window, he said in a loud voice: "the eldest man was born under the three lights. How can he be happy when he was born, and how can he be happy when he died? A man's life is as light as a cow's hair, and he is famous all over the world..."

The monk, the fourth son of Tianji, has already mastered some of his skin. Moreover, there is a deep research on astrology divination.

Although he left Qianren cliff, the old four, who had always been in charge of the whole Tianji Pavilion, naturally knew that the devil had gone down the mountain.

The monk seems to be merciful, but in fact his hands are stained with countless blood. It's a natural ability to climb from the old age to the present. Not only in means, but also in tact.

The devil is coming down the mountain. Now that the pavilion leader Hong Xuanji is out of the gate, he must know.

Since Hong Xuanji didn't stop him, the monk didn't stop him. Only, this meeting sits in this meditation room, already relying on own means, already knew the life of evil spirit, already dissipated in the heaven and earth.

I think of the four brothers who studied together and fought side by side.

After all, the old four is still a bit sad, and his heart will be full of mixed feelings.

However, Hong Xuanji is like a ghost at this time. Suddenly appeared in this room, looking at the old four, opening a low voice way: "without arrogance, I believe you already know, evil spirit is dead."

The monk, who was in charge of the comfort of the pavilion, saw the presence of the pavilion leader. He quickly stood up, bowed down and said, "Wu Hu has already learned about the evil spirit. Why didn't the pavilion leader stop him just now?"

"stop him?" Hong Xuanji, still dressed in white, said in a loud voice: "the evil spirit is like this. You've been together for so many years, do you think I can stop you? "

without hesitation, I stood in front of the pavilion leader Hong Xuanji and didn't move.

"Besides, it's not a pity that this evil spirit disobeys my orders openly." Hong Xuanji stood in the Zen room and said coldly: "since the devil is going to go down the mountain, let him try Xiao Yi's edge. It's just a pity that the devil is too impatient. It's just that after a little bit of time, life is dead. "

With a bitter smile, he still had some obsession in his heart: "the devil is a little impatient, but he doesn't hesitate to be a good hand. In fact, the devil's skill is really good. It's a pity to die like this. "

Hong Xuanji looked at Wuwang, and at this time he was still a little concerned about Wuwang.

All of a sudden, the whole body is full of clothes, and the eyes are shining. Looking at a pair of Zen words hanging in this Zen room. Immediately, he said coldly, "Wuwang, you have to change your Zen words."In this Zen room, there is a Zen saying, which is just like the dragon flying and the Phoenix dancing. It says: if you have feelings, you can plant, because the fruits are still alive. There is no seed, no sex, no life.

This pair of Zen words has been hanging in this Zen room for more than 30 years.

At this time, Wu Wang was slightly stunned and asked blankly: "dare to ask, what kind of Zen language should the pavilion master change?"

Hong Xuanji stood in the Zen room and immediately put his hand in the void. That pair of hanging words, suddenly no wind spontaneous combustion.

Soon, the word burned into ashes. Hong Xuanji began to point in the air and wrote quickly.

The white walls of the meditation room are rustling with lime.

In a flash, a pair of strong characters appeared on the wall. Every word is as clear as a wall. Look at it, there is a frightening momentum, let life out of a sense of insignificance.

Wu Hu turned around and looked at the word on the wall. He began to read it slowly: "the clear pearl is thrown into the turbid water. The turbid water has to clear the Buddha's name and put it into the chaotic heart. The chaotic heart has to be the Buddha."

One word after another, Wuwang fell into meditation.

Hong Xuanji had stopped and stood still in the Zen room. Calm, as if the wall that a word is not written in general.

After a long time, Wuhu hit a soul stirring all over his body. He bowed to the pavilion leader Hong Xuanji and said sincerely, "thank you for your advice."

Looking at Wu Wu, Hong Xuanji suddenly realized that he nodded slightly and said, "I'm looking at you step by step. I hope you can inherit all my clothes. I hope you can take charge of Tianji Pavilion. If I'm not here, then you can be on your own. Second nothing, third nameless and your qualifications, are superior to you. However, without your tenacity and keen awareness of the way of heaven. I hope you don't let me down

Wuwang listened to Hong Xuanji's words, his face became more dignified, and he said: "thank you for your cultivation, thank you for your kindness."

There is no more entanglement in Hong's mystery. Instead, the front of the conversation turned, and he asked in a low voice: "Wuwang, do you think Li Taibai is really better than me? Now, what kind of realm has he reached? Tonight, after going through the customs, I suddenly feel sleepy."

Wuwang listened to the inquiry of Hong Xuanji, the leader of the pavilion, but did not answer quickly. Instead, a burst of meditation, I think of Li Taibai who was brilliant in Tianji Pavilion. It's like a genius. After a great prophecy, it's even more powerful. That kind of talent is even more difficult to encounter in Tianji Pavilion for thousands of years, which can be called evil.

Take a deep breath and put your hands together: "Amitabha, Buddha says that all dharmas are for crossing all hearts. If there is no all hearts, why do you need all dharmas. This heart is as true as it is. Delusion begins to cover it. It reverses ignorance and leads to death. It is like a blind man walking alone in the night and never seeing the sun. "

When Hong Xuanji listened, he would answer himself with Buddhism. He was always calm and calm. For the first time, he had some fluctuations. His face darkened and he was silent.

In the Zen room, the light is like beans.

"Li Hong has seen the mysterious skill to ask, where can you still not use to prophesy again?".

Wuwang was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said bitterly, "I dare not see it, I dare not see it."

Hong Xuanji listened to this sentence, a burst of loss. After all, after this clearance, I still have some expectation in my heart.

What he is afraid of is not Xiao Yi, but Li Taibai, Xiao Yi's master.

"Just, just." Hong Xuanji finally drifted away and quickly disappeared in the Zen room. Before leaving, his ethereal voice rang out: "I'd rather hold on like Xumishan than hold on like jiezixu..."

Wuwang stood in the Zen room alone, looking at the beads still scattered on the ground. Then, turning around and looking at the picture quietly, he fell into the Zen saying on the wall again.

This time, Wuwu has gained something. The whole body was up and down, motionless. After a long time, Wuwang finally took a flick, and the oil lamp in the Zen room went out quickly.

"A bowl of water in Buddha's view, 48000 insects." Wuwu sat cross legged on the futon in the Zen room, but his heart could not be still any more.

This time, Hong Xuanji's way seems unintentional and intentional. Through the last few questions of Hong Xuanji just now, Wuwang has learned that this time the pavilion leader Hong Xuanji's heart is beating.

The wind is not blowing, the clouds are moving. I'm afraid it's not a good move.