Chapter 315:

Liu Baimu stepped under the soul compass in one step, and his magic power covered him, not being affected by this soul-drawing.

His hand crossed the armor and pinched You Chuyun's neck. You Chuyun immediately couldn't breathe.

"I ask you, who are you? Are you You Chuangyun from Cunjin Peak? Where did your divine armor come from? Are you a sequence?"

Liu Baimu exhaled several questions in one breath and smashed them at You Chuiyun.

"I am...I am..."

You Chuyun promised Princess Zhaoyang not to reveal her servant identity, so he would not tell Liu Baimu who he was. Even if the other party had already combined all parties and had some speculations.

Especially when the Jade Dragon Armor turned into the Dragon Sword... the intelligence website of Nantianmen... Even if the old doctor Saint tried his best to conceal it, there were clues that were discovered after all.

There is also news of Youlong disappearing in Jianlin... In summary, Liu Baimu, as the second palm master of the Nantianmen, would be a fool if he could not guess it.

But why is it - Youpuiyun?

I have so many elites in Nantianmen, Wenrenzhu Xiao, Dan Chun, even my elders, the seven masters and masters are even the rumored Mahayana realm, and there is even a legend of passing through the tribulation half a step.

Why is it this young sect that destroyed the sect?

The head teacher worked hard to manage the Nantianmen and chose the site here, which was not the Feng Shui of the hundreds of peaks like this.

I believe the head sect is also very annoyed. Such a great opportunity was actually snatched by a young sect who came here for a visiting time.

Although the head teacher smiled and didn't mention it, he might still feel uncomfortable.

Liu Baimu knew that the reason why the head sect has not been concerned about it until now is definitely because he has some ideas. As the Second Palm Master, he is a smart person and knows what to do without asking.

Under the mask, a murmur came: "I...I am..."

Liu Baimu leaned over and heard a dull word.

"I am your father."

Liu Baimu was furious and slapped You Chuyun's jade dragon armor with a palm. Even the jade dragon armor was shocked instantly under this blow, and You Chuyun flew to hit the star wall painting of the Nebula Palace.

Liu Baimu brushed his sleeves and found the soul compass with one hand, and personally manipulated it, shining a faint blue light on You Chuiyun.

"I see you're stubborn!"

Liu Baimu's magic power at the peak of the Divine Realm is like the sea water that cannot be measured, and the soul compass is shining on You Chuiyun.

You Chuiyun's three souls and seven spirits were torn out of the sheath and turned into nine You Chuiyun who were in pain and wailing with his head. His soul was so painful that he wanted to escape from his body, but where could the body easily let the soul go? That would mean death.

"Is it painful? Do you want to die! I will make you live without dying."

Liu Baimu manipulated with one hand and said viciously: "I'll ask you, are you You Chuiyun?"

"I am--"

"I am your father!!!"

Liu Baimu was furious and continued to increase his efforts, although he knew that this would make You Chuyunyou on the verge of death.

You Chuiyun's soul screamed and screamed... If this continues, his soul will definitely be destroyed...

His pain has even surpassed the most painful punishment of being cut into pieces by Daxia.

suddenly.

A golden light lit up.

I saw the man in Jade Dragon Armor slowly sitting down in the golden light.

The three souls and seven spirits of You Chuiyun shine brightly in the golden light, and slowly reveal a look of relief and return to the body.

This golden light is actually competing with the soul compass.

"This is--" Liu Baimu's heart was moved and he looked at the golden light of the jade dragon armor incredibly.

The Dharma image of the Peacock King of Ming Dynasty!

Buddha Mother covered her face, wore white silk clothes, and her arms

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The peacock's tail... appears in a compassionate appearance, with four arms, and is divided into auspicious fruits and other things.

The Vajra Dharma Image of Grizzly!

Holding a vajra in his hand, he held high and shocked the world, glared at the majesty, and subdued the four demons!

The alternating momentum appears, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the golden bell hits the sky.

The Buddha's fruit is perfect! The scattered clouds are everywhere in the sky.

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Tingfengjie, West Landa Temple.

In front of the relics behind the temple, there was an old monk withered teeth. His turbid eyes slowly opened...the dark eyes were full of death... and suddenly a touch of vitality was added.

He woke up.

Behind him were hundreds of monks from Lanta Temple, all of whom were old monks with long beards and white faces. All the monks from Lanta Temple were here.

Originally, they were all chanting the Great Compassion Mantra, and they wanted to send their presidency to pass away and return to the west... Unexpectedly, they were shocked to find out under the sigh.

The old host, stood up...

"Amitabha... the old monk can't die." The old monk who had decided to die suddenly stood up and asked the heaven.

"The old monk wants to borrow ten years of life, can he?"

The sky has nothing to say.

Only the breeze blows on the pine building.

The presiding of the Landata Temple chanted the Buddha's name and turned to face the monks.

"I have found the next host of Lanta Temple. This person has awakened the Buddha's heart in the south... and has achieved fruits of cultivation. Unfortunately, his mind is too strong and not smooth enough. I need to walk myself and save him."

The head of the Buddhist temple walked out and asked, "Uncle Master...you mean...he is..."

The monks were watching.

The host nodded slowly, like a dead branch swaying.

"I will teach him the practice of cultivation and make him the next presidency of the Landa Temple."

The Master of Guangming Hall also stood up and asked the monks the most concerned question: "Who is this person? A person with great enlightenment, if he has the enlightenment, he will definitely have the Buddhahood of being the master of the master. But, can this person really shoulder the important task of hosting the Lanta Temple?"

The main name of Guangming Hall is Haiyi, and he is known as Zen Master Guangming. He also has the identity of Daxia National Master.

After the old host passed away, he should have taken over the position of presidency.

"Haiyi, do you believe me?"

The old host asked a simple question.

Haiyi had to answer simply: "Letter."

"The old monk is going... Haiyi, all the matters in the temple will be handed over to you for the time being."

"I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the host."

"Amitabha."

The old host stepped out of the air on the ground, and the lotus grew step by step, and ascended to the sky.

"Senior Brother Haiyi, is the host going to the south? At the host's speed, I'm afraid you can arrive before dark."

Zen Master Guangming has a short beard with white face and a nasal like jade, and his earlobe and shoulders.

He sighed: "The grudge between the head of Zhang and the head of Zhangyang, Zhang, in the south, has never been resolved. I am afraid that the presidency is not just for the person who has achieved Buddhahood, but also for the cause and effect of the head of Zhang before his death."

"I see."

Haiyi suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "Greatly send to the host."

The monks celebrating one after another: "Greatly send the host to the host."

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"Mr. Yun, Lord Zhao from the Ministry of War is about to arrive in Fengxian County. Do you think we are going to greet him?"

After two ministers of the Ministry of Rites knocked on the door, they handed a copy to Yun Qingxia.

Yun Qingxia looked at it carefully, finally smiled and pressed the back of the cheat on the table.

"The reward is so grand? Even the Minister of War has come... It seems that His Majesty is really happy this time and is very happy."

"Yes, the victory in the Southern Xinjiang War brought great morale to the whole country. It was a memorial sent by Lord Zhao himself, and he wanted to come to the south."

The two ministers brought by Yun Qingxia, one surnamed Huang, the other surnamed Chen, and the other surnamed Chen.

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It looks like ten.

Mr. Chen smiled slightly, very shy.
To be continued...