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The moonlight is like water, and the night wind is cool.

Lu Xuan put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

That mighty figure came, indeed, as Ruan Wan said, there were men and women of all ages.

Although the appearance is different, the age is different, but the eyes are the same.

That is piety.

He was also reciting some unintelligible scriptures.

Front of the crowd.

It is a monk in a black cassock.

The monk's face is old, but his body is a bit strong.

Every step down is extremely calm.

He came from a distance, his eyes seemed to cross the space and fell directly on Ruan Wan.

Realizing this gaze, Ruan Wan's complexion became even paler, and she quickly said: "Come on, we are not his opponents!

"calm down,"

Lu Xuan frowned slightly, "Look at the crowd first, are there any of your sisters and sisters?"

Hearing this, Ruan Wan immediately reacted and quickly observed.

After a while, a look of joy appeared on her face.

"Yes, I saw Senior Sister Hua, and two more Senior Sisters!"9

Ruan Wan pointed to the depths of the crowd.

Lu Xuan also looked over.

I saw a beautiful woman in the middle of the crowd.

The legs are slender, and the waist is full of grip, which is extremely conspicuous.

It's just that her current state is the same as the person next to her.

"We have to leave as soon as possible. Since this monk chooses to chase me, then we can leave him alone and lead him to Ziyou City!"

Ruan Wan was excited, "The Xu family has a strong person in the realm of life and death, and can definitely deal with this strange monk."

"Before you used a secret technique to escape his pursuit, but now with your injury, where can you escape?"

Lu Xuan glanced at her and said.

These words, like a basin of cold water, made Ruan Wan's heart instantly freeze.

"Then what should we do?"

Ruan Wan suddenly panicked.

She knows how powerful this old monk is.

I am not an opponent at all.

And the two people in front of them are not from any strong sect, and their strength is estimated to be inferior to her.

How is this good?

"Hurry up and go!"

After thinking for a while, Ruan Wan clenched her silver teeth, "I will try my best to hold him back! Don't be implicated by me!

Saying that, he staggered forward.

"Brother?"

Yun Qingyan looked at Lu Xuan with a questioning look in her eyes.

"The character of this Hua Lingzong disciple is not bad.""

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, "Don't worry, take a look first.

Then he looked at the old monk.

To tell the truth, this is the first time he has seen people from Western Buddhism.

Just cultivating Buddha, shouldn't it look grand and dignified?

But although this old monk has a kind face, his whole person has a gloomy taste in this night.

"Master Ruan, the poor monk said that you have a fate with the Buddha."

When he was still a hundred paces away from Ruan Wan, the old monk stopped.

"Smelly monk, let go of my senior sister and my junior sister! 35

Anger flashed in Ruan Wanmei's eyes and she said loudly.

"The three benefactors have accepted my Buddhistization and are willing to go to the Western Land to participate in Buddhism together. 399

The old monk put his hands together and his eyes were calm.

"Fart, it's clearly what kind of magic trick you used! 35

Ruan Wan angrily denounced.

"Donor Ruan, don't be angry, the poor monk will let you see the real Datong world.

The old monk started walking towards Ruan Wan.

"Big voice and hope!"

Ruan Wan flipped her right hand, and a guqin suddenly appeared in her hand.

She plucked the strings with both hands.

Ripples suddenly appeared in the void, spreading towards the old monk.

"Imagination.

Lu Xuan frowned slightly.

At this moment just now, he actually felt that his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

"Amitabha!

The old monk was not afraid at all and continued to walk forward.

He began to recite some extremely obscure scriptures.

The sound is very light.

But incessantly.

It seems to come from all directions, all pervasive, very strange.

"This voice."

Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He tried to close his ear consciousness, but the sound could still be heard, as if it was transmitted directly to the soul, which could not be isolated!

In addition, although I do not understand the content of the scriptures, inexplicably, I have a sense of identity!

And the image of the old monk in his eyes gradually became brighter.

Like an incarnated Buddha!

Make people feel pious!

Roar!

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In the sea of ​​​​knowledge, the dragon soul opened his eyes and roared fiercely.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared without a trace.

"Good guy, this monk is also a master of illusion?"

Lu Xuan's eyes became cold.

Obviously, this monk's illusion cultivation is much stronger than Ruan Wan.

boom!

The guqin in Ruan Wan's hand has fallen to the ground, and at this moment, her eyes are confused, and there is a faint look of struggle.

His hands were raised slowly, and they were about to fold.

Lu Xuan looked at Yun Qingyan beside him.

Fortunately, she has sword power and can resist.

It's just that his eyes are closed, his face is not so good-looking, and there is cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Donor, the world without me and the Great Harmony welcomes you.

Seeing that Ruan Wan was about to put her hands together, a touch of relief appeared on the old monk's face.

But in the next second.

A hand was stuck between Ruan Wan's palms.

"Old bald donkey, when did Buddhism begin to use such sleazy means to forcibly accept believers?"

The indifferent voice sounded slowly, "In addition, this is the East Continent, not the West Land.

It was Lu Xuan.

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, emotions appeared in the eyes of the old monk for the first time.

This emotion is called accident.

As if he never thought that someone could stay awake under his 'no-self Sanskrit'.

boom!

Behind Yun Qingyan's body, the sword force erupted, and his eyes suddenly opened, apparently breaking free from the shackles of Sanskrit.

"Swords?"

The old monk glanced at Yun Qingyan.

But it quickly took it back and fell back on Lu Xuan.

Compared to the woman who knew how to use swordsmanship, this young man who seemed to be unpredictable brought him more pressure.

"Donor, the world is miserable, and there are constant grievances and grievances. Only in a world without me and great harmony can you be at ease."

The old monk said slowly.

"Oh? Then why is there a world without me?"

Lu Xuan looked at the old monk, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He wanted to see what the old bald donkey could say.

"The poor monk can take the donor to have a look."

When the words fell, the old monk's temperament suddenly became solemn and solemn.

I saw that the light in his eyes gradually shone brightly, covering Lu Xuanyi.