Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The spiritual power in Jiang Yinghe's hand was rotated within the other's Dao body's spiritual womb, and he noticed that his soul was unstable, there were loopholes, and nothing he saw was consistent with the normal Immortal Monarch in the Void Realm. I am afraid that the situation is already Similar to the abbot of Chan Qing.

He quickly retracted his hand, frowned and glanced at Tong Guiyu, and said, "...You told me that your heart was crumbling that day, is that true?"

Jiang Yinghe immediately remembered this sentence. Seeing Tong Guiyu's expression, he confirmed the answer without listening to his answer.

Tong Guiyu retracted his hand, brushed the blood-stained clothes over and cleaned it up, and said, "I invite you to come, not for myself. But there is indeed something to ask for."

Jiang Yinghe vaguely guessed what he was going to say, did not speak, but watched him and said.

Tong Guiyu said: "If I accidentally fall, please take care of the Hehuan Sect. I have arranged many arrangements. Even if there is an accident, it will not affect the sect too much. It is just that the people of the Hehuan Sect have different dispositions and fear of disagreement. At that time, if the person I arranged cannot succeed, then the Xiaoxiao who gets in the way along the way will kill him if he should."

When he said this, he was not too solemn, but he made no secret of the murderous spirit in him. Zen Qing on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Amitabha Buddha."

Tong Guiyu reacted and turned to apologize: "Tong Mou uttered a bad word and disturbed the abbot."

Jiang Yinghe listened to these words, which seemed to be a last word, and then saw Tong Guiyu take out a book from Qiankun's bag with "Suicide Note" written on it. He was taken aback and looked up and down to see if there was enough □ □Van characters, it's really a book with a real seal.

"One more thing." Tong Guiyu said, "I..."

He paused infrequently, then sorted out his thoughts, and said smoothly: "I have tarnished the reputation of the halal person. They have been practicing medicine and have always been clean and self-conscious. They shouldn't meet with people like me, if my soul disperses. , Troublesome friends also help me..."

"Take care of the widow?"

Tong Guiyu didn't expect that he would say these four words, his gaze was stagnant, and it took a long time to refute: "Savior."

Jiang Yinghe heard the present with no expression on his face, his fingers knocked at one end of the dust at random, and said: "You didn't have the ruthless part of the match before, but there was no trouble. But after I took back the root of love, and even you complemented myself. , It's encountered this kind of harm to life."

Tong Guiyu looked at him and said, "It has nothing to do with this..."

"Not necessarily." Jiang Yinghe did not continue the topic, but said, "Take

Let me see if you have a red face sword. "

Tong Guiyu was silent for an instant, then raised his hand and took out his natal magic weapon from the Taoist body. I saw the magnificent and beautiful body of the Hongyan sword, and the light peach-pink sword pendant swept down the thin ears and fell into his palm.

"You... reminds me of another person." Jiang Yinghe stared at the sword and said, "The path is right in front of him, but because of the presence of others, the Taoist heart has shifted, but he refuses to cut it off, and has been dragged into the bottomless abyss. ."

Although the Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist and Hehuan Taoism run counter to each other, they have similarities. The so-called "too-shang-forget-feeling" means that people who practice the way of the high-levels will not be troubled by their own love and love, but will take care of all sentient beings with great love.

Therefore, since Jiang Yinghe came to his side, his mind and nature were in chaos, and he had to split his soul into life.

Jiang Yinghe patted the "Suicide Note" in his hand, and based on his own experience in solving such matters, he said: "The instability of the Taoist heart proves that you and your life-saving benefactor are out of love with Hehuan Tao. As far as I know, Hehuan Avenue doesn’t taboo amorousness, it only taboos amorous feelings."

He was right in the slightest. Although Jiang Yinghe had not recovered his realm, his vision was far beyond that of others.

"You want to go ashore, Dao Xin doesn't allow it." Jiang Yinghe looked at the sea king in front of him, "In that case, forget your savior."

Tong Guiyu's fingers tightened while holding the Hongyan sword, and light was faintly glowing on the sword.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at it and continued: "There are things of forgetfulness in the teahouse on the banks of the River Styx in the Netherworld. When you forget this kind of grace, I will personally kill the sorrow for you. There is no such person in the world. Smooth water."

He said while watching Tong Guiyu's expression. When he said cold words in his mouth, the other party suddenly raised his eyes, as if he wanted to blurt out the words to stop him.

However, Tong Gui Yusha calmed down and saw Jiang Yinghe's expression, and he knew that this was what he said to test him.

Chanqing on the side also heard that this was just a test, but he coughed slightly and said, "Amitabha Buddha."

Jiang Yinghe turned his head and said to Chan Qing: "Don't choose words, the abbot forgive me."

Chanqing nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Jiang Yinghe had already discovered Tong Guiyu’s mind from his demeanor, and he said directly: "I can’t bear to touch him, okay, since that’s the case, why not be bold, I will protect you, go directly to the cultivation base, and protect the true spirit. After being reincarnated and rebuilt, he won't touch the Hehuan Avenue, be a famous and authentic, and form a marriage with Yaowanggu."

"It's easy to say." Tong Guiyu slammed his sword hard, the back of his hand was blue and white, and his palm was pressed against the blade, bleeding marks, "Reincarnation.

The encounter, the time is unknown, even if I have the courage, it can be as short as a hundred years, and as long as a thousand years, can he afford it? ! "

On weekdays, this person is often indiscriminately joking and cynical, boasting that he reads the flowers in the love field, and rarely sees such emotions that are surging and fierce.

"The responsibility of the Hehuan Sect, I can do it as soon as I die. Huaiqing's reputation for hundreds of years and the 3000-year-old rule of the king of medicine have ruined me, don't people spit me?"

The sword in his palm penetrated into the flesh, rubbing against layers of blood. While the Hongyan sword was bloodied and bright red on one side, but the sword pendant on the side was still light and gentle, as clean as ever.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the meditation room, and the empty voice sounded in a regular manner.

"Master, Guhuai, the king of medicine, has been waiting outside for a long time, saying that he wants to see... the child donor."

The incense of Buddha was scattered everywhere.

The strength in Tong Guiyu's hand suddenly loosened, only to suddenly find that his palm was cut into the blade. He wiped off the blood at will, closed his eyes and said, "...Xiaohe, let's talk about the suicide note..."

"Maybe he is willing to wait."

Tong Guiyu said something.

Jiang Yinghe slowly brushed the dust across his sleeves, and said indifferently, "How do you know if you don't ask?"

"Happiness for a while, how long can I stay."

"When you haven't returned, everything will be done in accordance with the suicide note, and I will naturally help you." Jiang Yinghe looked out the window and saw a small white cat sitting outside the window of the monastery, whose tail was wet by the recent light rain. Even if it is a momentary pleasure, you are not at a loss compared to the worst plan you are giving right now."

These two sentences successfully blocked all retreats, making it hard to disagree.

The kitten outside the window pulled the window tentatively, trying to jump in. The sound of rain became louder as the wooden window gradually opened.

Until Tong Guiyu stood up and walked out across Jiang Yinghe's body.

Jiang Yinghe wasn't sure that he would definitely go to Shou Yongzhou, but at least he was more likely than staying in the Buddhist room. He didn't follow out, but sat down with Chan Qing, stretched out his hand and poured a cup of tea for the abbot.

Lanruo Temple is like water, and tasteless.

Zen Qing thanked him and watched the little white cat by the window jumped in and shook the raindrops on his body. From the breath, he could recognize that this was not an ordinary cat, but he still watched silently. The little white cat shook clean drops of water and rubbed it into Jiang Yinghe's arms.

Jiang Yinghe hugged Chang Ye's crooked spirit with one hand, and said: "He has such a negative attitude. It must be the abbot who calculated the cause and effect and does not know the way forward?"

"Past and present, past and future." Zen Qing said, "the boundless boundless."

Jiang Yinghe nodded

I went through this sentence in my head, suddenly grasped the key point, raised his eyes and asked: "Past life and present life? Past and future?"

Chan Qing nodded and said: "Tong Xianjun had already watched the incident that Jiang Xianjun thought of. Because of this, he felt hopeless, and immediately set about arranging the funeral affairs without asking him to explain."

That's it.

While thinking, Jiang Yinghe glanced at the task of tracing the past of the apprentice, and couldn't help but said, "Can you please ask the abbot to help me pursue another person's past and future."

Zen Qing was silent for a moment, as if he had anticipated the identity of this person, he just raised his hand to turn into a water mirror, and said, "Whether it can succeed, it depends only on Xianjun himself."

After speaking, he called the Buddha's name, got up and left.

The incense of the Buddha was diffused, and the rain continued to sound.

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Jiang Yinghe only thought about a dim shadow of the mirror, and was drawn into a void.

He hadn't confirmed who he was thinking of, his divine consciousness had entered the water mirror, going back to the source, and seeing the heavy rain.

The rain poured down at night, lightning flashed above the clouds, and the thunder sounded through the night, accompanied by a woman's stern shout.

The female voice called a person's name, almost tore the vocal cords and shook blood, and the despair and pain in it penetrated the sky.

Jiang Yinghe hadn't clarified what kind of perspective this was, but he saw the blood stains spreading under the courtyard steps.

The blood dripped drop by drop into the eyes of a child.

Suddenly, he took the red-eyed child away with both hands, his hands covered with blood. This glamorous woman was unkempt, covered in blood, covered with dirt on the corners of her dress, and whispered indefinitely from her throat.

She ran away like crazy.

The courtyard is next to the dense forest, and she flees with the child in her arms. It is a lethal flee. The person who blocked her was killed and his head was cut off. She looked like a wild wolf with a broken leg. .

There were many people chasing her, but more people turned around. Jiang Yinghe's angle of view doesn't know what it is, but he can only see a hasty look when looking back.

He understood the reason why those people turned around.

In the mid-air, several Taoist monks wearing authentic Taoist uniforms with straight-faced eyebrows surrounded and suppressed one person. Each of them was calm and ruthless. There seemed to be only the word "demon" in their eyes, and then--

Clean up the portal.

In the center surrounded by the monks, a wounded man climbed up from the ground, behind him, a barrier cast by the burning of spirits blocked the Taoists in front of him.

It's Li Yunxiao.

Is a once peerless genius.

This message appeared in Jiang Yinghe's mind inexplicably.

Immediately, the barrier formed by the burning of the soul was on the verge of collapse, and the man who had been blurred into a mass of flesh and blood struggled to get up from the ground, his sword in his hand was stained bright red by the overflowing blood.

The next moment, at the moment when the monk in mid-air smashed the barrier, he exploded the spirit platform, Yuan Ying and Divine Soul together, and his body was annihilated.

The soul flies away and does not exist in the world.

The world has only this record of Li Huanhan's biological parents: Jianxiu Li Yunxiao, colluded with a cult, fell in love with the demon girl Ning Fengyao, and gave birth to the gods. Afterwards, the people of the right path searched for his whereabouts, surrounded and suppressed in the rain, and cut it that night.

Jiang Yinghe looked towards the horizon.

People died and the rain stopped, and the righteous people who killed with swords chased after the wives and children of the disciples who once sat down, trying to eliminate the roots.

The clouds broke through the cold, and the morning glow was as soft as blood.

The author has something to say: Hehe, Tongtong: balabalabalabala...

Zen Qing: ... Amitabha, said that again.