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Aliyun, who had a deer jumping around in her chest, was so frightened by his bluff that she almost screamed and asked in confusion: "What did you remember?"

"No, no." Yong Bowen said with a dry smile, and then hurriedly ran to the bathroom. Aliyun was so confused at the moment that she didn't bother to ask questions.

In fact, he suddenly thought of where he had seen the giant warrior. The giant warrior clearly looked like the statue he found in the formation after breaking the formation that day. The only difference was that the hand in his right hand was replaced with a Buddhist bead.

Enlarge your head a bit.

At the beginning of the encounter, he suspected that this was the work of the person behind Bu Na's Feng Shui Array, but looking back, he thought that Fei Mo had set up this array himself. Since Fei Mo was dead, it was naturally impossible for him to come back again.

I was seeking bad luck for him, so I didn’t think too much in this direction. But when I thought about this issue, I immediately realized that this magic circle was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface. The most critical issue is that in addition to gathering yin to change fate, this magic circle

In addition, there is another product, ghost Gu... It is obviously impossible for the ghost Gu that has emerged from the cocoon over the years to disappear from the world for no reason. Fei Dingxin has never mentioned such a thing. Ghost Gu may seem like nothing to ordinary people.

Useful, but this thing is of great use to some evil people in the magic world. Now it is speculated that there may be another person or a group of people behind this formation collecting these ghost poisons for other uses.

At first, he and Liu Yi sent the statue to the Mage Practitioners Association for appraisal, but he completely forgot about it until now. He thought of it again and planned to go to the association headquarters tomorrow morning to see the appraisal results.

. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. It is quite necessary to know who the enemy is.

This critical moment is not the time to talk about such messy things, so he did not express these thoughts.

Watching Yong Bowen get into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water kept ringing in her ears. Aliyun's heart beat faster and faster. Anticipating something that was about to happen, her face burned badly. She sat there and stared.

He was watching the TV but didn't take in any of the content. All his attention was focused on the bathroom.

After more than twenty minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. At the same time, Aliyun was extremely nervous. She felt that her heart was about to jump into her throat. Her whole body was limp and without any strength, and her whole body was about to collapse.

On to the sofa.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, Yong Bowen still had not emerged from the bathroom.

Aliyun felt a little relaxed, but also a little worried. She tentatively called out twice, "Xiao Wen."

There was no response from the bathroom.

Now she couldn't sit still, and didn't care about avoiding suspicion. She jumped to the bathroom door on her feet, slapped the door and shouted: "Xiaowen, have you finished washing?"

The bathroom was quiet, with no movement at all, as if there was no one inside at all.

Aliyun gritted her teeth, pushed lightly, and the door opened without any interference. She looked inside and saw Yong Bowen lying motionless in the bathtub, his eyes closed tightly, as if he had lost consciousness.

She was so panicked that she didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran to the bathtub. As a doctor, she would not yell, but the first thing she did was to feel her pulse. Yong Bowen's pulse was calm, and she couldn't help but look at it carefully.

He spat lightly, "Bad guy, why did you fall asleep like this?"

Of course, Yong Bowen, who was planning to transform into a beast tonight, meant that he didn't want to sleep, but his will could not resist the needs of his body. The energy, physical strength, internal force, and mana consumed by that sword could not be recovered in a short journey, but

He was fleeing for his life and was extremely nervous, so he managed to get home. By the time he took a shower, everything was gone. As soon as he relaxed, he fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Seeing that Yong Bowen was fine, Aliyun felt relieved and pinched his nose gently, "Bad guy, you scared me to death. When will you be able to make people worry less?" After murmuring a few words, she

Suddenly my heart moved, I rolled my eyes, bit my lip, and slid my eyes down the bathtub, sliding over the strong and well-proportioned body, until I hit the black mass between the crotch, I shrank back like a frightened bird. Uneasy

After looking at Yong Bowen, she saw that he was sleeping soundly and was obviously not aware of her evil intentions. Aliyun breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and stared at the vital spot twice to gain courage, and then couldn't help but puff.

He smiled and said to himself: "Sure enough, I have grown up a lot compared to when I was a child."

Yong Bowen was extremely confused about his situation at this time.

He remembered that he was obviously taking a shower, but why did he end up in such a place in the blink of an eye? Fortunately, he was wearing all his clothes properly, otherwise he wouldn't be regarded as a naked pervert?

In front of you is a long corridor, with twists and turns, beautifully carved and elegant. The broad courtyard outside the corridor is full of blooming flower trees, and the small snow-white flowers are in full bloom, layer by layer, covering the canopy of the trees.

, the ground is pure white, like a heavy snowfall, the breeze blows, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, the fragrance is overflowing, it is really like a fairyland.

Although this place is nice, it comes out of nowhere.

Yong Bowen shouted twice tentatively. After waiting for a long time, no one responded, so he walked forward along the corridor. After a while, he walked out of the corridor and saw a small courtyard in front of him. The courtyard was crowded with people.

The bald monk in gray robe stood on tiptoe and looked forward, his neck stretched out, like many bald geese, held up by invisible hands, holding their breath and concentrating, so many people crowded together in one place, but a little bit.

There was no sound. Looking over the bald head, one could see that on the roof of a Buddhist hall, half of a plaque was exposed, with the three characters "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" on it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out what was written on the bottom. Yong Bowen stood there

After watching the excitement for a while, he called twice more tentatively, but the monks seemed to be deaf, and no one looked back at him. Just when he was feeling confused, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. When he looked again, he found that he

Somehow he managed to get to the front of the crowd.

There was about ten steps between the group of monks and the Buddhist hall. Twelve yellow-robed monks with wrinkled faces and long white beards lined up in a row, standing in the center of the monks and the Buddhist hall. They all closed their eyes and concentrated, hands clasped together.

What, he was muttering Buddhist scriptures there.

Yong Bowen scratched his head in confusion. He raised his eyes and looked at the horizontal plaque on the Buddhist hall, but it was still blurry. It felt like the effect of mosaics on key parts when watching a battle movie on the bed. He stared at it.

After a while, I finally gave up the idea of ​​seeing the horizontal plaque clearly, turned around, walked around the twelve old monks, patted each one with my hands, and shouted in my ears again, but these old monks

But they were like clay puppets, not even reacting at all. He was very bored, and he couldn't talk to these monks. He turned to look at the younger gray-clothed monks, although they were all acting in unison, but they were all staring nervously in front of them.

With the Buddhist temple's door ajar, I couldn't help but be curious, so I walked to the door and peeked inside.

The area of ​​the Buddhist hall is not large, about a hundred square meters. There is a statue of Buddha in the center. He actually recognizes it as the statue of the Great Sun Tathagata. The height of the statue is similar to that of an ordinary person. The whole body is yellow and is actually made of gold.

There is a monk sitting next to the Buddha. He looks to be no more than thirty years old. He has a bald head in white robes, handsome eyebrows, fair and rosy complexion, and is as delicate as a woman. He is sitting cross-legged on the futon, with his eyes slightly closed and his hands holding hands.

He strung black Buddhist beads and placed a shining silver three-cobalt pestle on his lap. He murmured chants in his mouth but did not make any sound.

There were four yellow-robed monks standing in front of the white-robed monk. They all stared blankly at the white-robed monk. Their expressions were no different from those of a pervert looking at a beautiful woman with a bare butt.

Yong Bowen felt that the white-robed monk looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't think of where he had seen him before. He just saw his majestic appearance, so he didn't dare to go up and pat and touch him, so he walked to the first one on the left.

In front of a yellow-robed monk.

This yellow-robed monk is the oldest among the four. He is tall, a head and a half taller than Yong Bowen. He has a dark complexion, a long beard, a high nose and ringed eyes, and a powerful appearance. He does not look like a Chinese, but rather a bit like a Chinese.

Like an Indian. He held the Vajra Zen Staff in his left hand, held the beads tightly in his right hand, and pursed his lips tightly. He seemed to be trying hard to pretend to be indifferent, but his slightly forward body showed his nervousness.

undoubtedly.

Yong Bowen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes. He didn't expect how Monk Asan would react, but unexpectedly, the bearded monk suddenly blinked his eyes and looked around with confusion.

Yong Bowen was startled and quickly took a step back. Unexpectedly, this step stepped on the foot of the second yellow-robed monk on the left.

This second yellow-robed monk is in his early fifties, with three long strands of soft and smooth beard under his chin, and a graceful face. If he hadn't worn a monk's robe and shaved his head, he would have looked more like a scholar who has read poetry and books.

The poet was holding a shiny wooden fish in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand. Although he was standing there, his eyes were wandering and he was obviously distracted. When Yong Bowen stepped on his foot, he grinned and almost didn't scream.

He made a sound and looked around. His eyes did not stop on the culprit, but fell on the white-robed monk in the middle. A trace of shame appeared on his face, and he quickly stood still attentively.

Yong Bowen stood firm and couldn't help but feel strange about what had just happened. He walked up to the monk with the beard and waved vigorously, but this time the monk didn't react at all. He scratched his head and walked to the monk with the long beard.

, stepped hard on his right foot, but the long-bearded monk seemed unaware.

Was it just a coincidence? Yong Bowen couldn't help but feel confused. After thinking about it, he walked to the third monk.

This monk looked to be only in his forties, but his face was weathered, his back was hunched, and his calloused hands held the three-legged mother's basket. He stood there respectfully, looking at the white-robed monk, although his face was expressionless.

, but her eyes were full of unabashed respect and love. Sanliu Mu carried a magical instrument such as a prayer wheel. This thing was like a child's rattle, consisting of two stacked round wooden blocks with many Sanskrit characters written in cinnabar.

They were formed together. Master Yongda did not know this thing, and kept muttering in his heart, this old monk is very old, but he is still playing with rattles. Is it possible that he can become a child again by cultivating Buddhism?

Yong Bowen waved his hand first and then stepped on his foot. The hunchbacked monk didn't react at all, so he couldn't help but reached out and patted his shoulder. The hunchbacked monk immediately trembled, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a beast that was ready to go, and his whole body was full of energy.

A terrible solemnity.

Yong Bowen shrank his neck in fear and did not dare to stay in front of him. He ran to the fourth person in two steps.

This man is short in stature and has a thin face. Although he is about fifty years old, he has no beard on his chin. He is slightly bowed, holding a purple and gold bowl in his hand. His eyes are slightly closed, and occasionally a glimmer of light can be seen.

Shot from between the eyelids.

As soon as Yong Bowen slipped in front of him, the dwarf monk suddenly smiled, clasped his hands together, and chanted: "Maha Vairocana!"

This little monk was talking about the Mahavama Sun Tathagata in Sanskrit. Yong Bowen didn’t understand the text and was confused when he heard it. He thought that this inconspicuous little man could see him. When he was surprised, he was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Can you see?"

Come to me? Great! Where is this place? Who are you all? Why am I here..." He asked enthusiastically, but after the dwarf monk said something, he stopped talking and just kept smiling.

, looking directly past him and falling behind the white-robed monk.

At the same time, the white-robed monk slowly opened his eyes, and his substantial gaze swept across the room. The four yellow-robed monks bowed at the same time and said: "Namo Amitabha!"

Yong Bowen didn't get a response and was extremely discouraged. He turned around to look at the white-robed monk, not wanting to meet the white-robed monk's eyes. Although the white-robed monk's face was expressionless, his eyes were full of smiles and kindness, and he was also friendly.

She nodded slightly at him, obviously seeing him.

Master Yongda was so excited that he took a step forward and was about to speak, but the white-robed monk immediately made a gesture with his eyes, and he immediately understood that this was asking him to wait for a while. It was strange to say that he had never seen it before.

He passed the white-robed monk, but he felt indescribably close to him, like a close friend who had been close friends for many years. He could understand clearly with just one look. He stopped talking, thought for a while, and stood in front of the white-robed monk.

Behind you, continue to watch the excitement.

But the other four yellow-robed monks couldn't see Yong Bowen's presence, so they naturally thought that the white-robed monk was nodding and smiling at the short monk. The other three had a look of hesitation on their faces for a moment.

"Kukai!" the white-robed monk whispered, and the short monk immediately stepped forward, knelt down in front of him, and said respectfully: "Disciple is here."

The white-robed monk placed his right palm lightly on the top door of the short monk, closed his eyes slightly, and said: "I have many disciples, including monks and laymen, but they all either learn a great subject, or obtain one deity and one contract, no one can do both.

To put it bluntly, in just a few months, you have sealed the contract with two secret altar rituals, which is unprecedented. You can be called the Bodhisattva of the Three Grounds and should pass on the throne of Ali." His voice was silent, but this opening stirred up excitement.

The nine rings on the Zen staff in the bearded monk's hand shook and made a crisp sound, which was extremely powerful.

The other three yellow-robed monks announced the Buddha's name at the same time, all with expressionless faces.

There was a chaotic discussion outside the room at first, but it soon calmed down and turned into a loud chanting of Buddha. There were two to three hundred people crowded in the small courtyard. At this time, they all spoke in unison, shaking the roof beams slightly, but the power of the discussion was
To be continued...