In the dense forests from Jining to Caozhou, a Toutuo holding a Zen stick did not avoid thorns, flew all the way across the mountains and ridges, with a panic on his back.

"If you escape another five hundred miles, you can enter Bianliang Mansion. No matter how powerful Dao Ren Xu is, he will not dare to go to Bianliang to kill people!" Yuanfa's face was pale and he said in his heart.

At that time, King Liang was in Bianliang, and the Buddhist temple was spreading the Dharma in this world, Wantuo Temple, was surrounded by Zen temples and magnificent temples. People at that time called it: "The incense is flourishing, and the scriptures are recited day and night."

When he reached the territory of Caozhou, Yuanfa was suddenly shocked. He looked at the blue-light cloud shuttle in the distance, his pupils tightened and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Master, why did you leave in panic?" Xu Xing stood above the forest, his eyes as clear as a knife, looking up and down at the round method. A magic sword as white as frost stone had been sacrificed from his right palm.

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Xu, it was the fault of me before." Yuanfa felt the Taoist practice of the boy opposite with spiritual sense, so he calmed down his fear and put his palms together and said, "Forgive me if you want to forgive me, can Fellow Daoist Xu let me go once?"

"If I don't realize it, would the master want to let Liancheng go?" Xu Xing's expression was sparse, he flicked the sword's edge lightly, and the sound of the sword was as clear as a flute, and his low voice was calm: "Since the master is familiar with his mistakes, let's go to the Buddha to repent."

The sword light was so brilliant, like a moonlight, heading straight to the neck of the round magic. Its momentum was as fast as thunder, and even the whistling mountain wind seemed to pause slightly.

"Dang..." Cold sweat oozed out from the back of the round method, his eyes were terrified and he was dying of horror. In his hand, the golden light shone brightly, like water Buddha's power poured in, resisting the horizontal slash of the magic sword.

"Puchi..." As a sound of flesh entering the flesh sounded, the Demon-Subduing Heart Staff cut and broke into the air, falling into the air, a bald head flew out of the air, with an incredible expression on his face: "I can't even block a single attack?"

Then his consciousness fell into an endless abyss and died on the spot!

The body of the Yuanfa was separated and fell into the thorns of the valley. Xu Xing was too lazy to do anything to burn the corpse and destroy the traces. There were many wild beasts in the wild mountains and ridges. Before night, they might be taken away by wild wolves. They put away the sword of Shenxing. They flashed. The person had already landed on the rocks beside the mountain road, waiting to be recalled Yunsuo and rushed back to Jinan Prefecture.

Suddenly, a clear call was heard: "This brother has invited me. I am very useful. I want to go to Caozhou to enjoy peonies. Is it this way?"

Looking down slowly, he saw a young man wearing a blue cloth scarf riding a horse, holding the reins, looking around in confusion, bowing and asking.

"This road goes straight to the northeast, bypassing two ridges, it is the official road, you can go to Caozhou." Xu Xing glanced at Chang Dayong indifferently and said slowly.

Chang Dayong was anxious and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this. He hurriedly thanked him because he was anxious to go on a road, "Thank you for your advice."

Then he whipped the horse and walked away along the winding mountain road. In late March, it was the time when the peonies in Caozhou were about to bloom and bloom and bloom in flowers.

Seeing this man so straightforward, Xu Xing couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and called Yun Shuo out and fled to Jinan Prefecture.

Xuanyuan Temple·Houshan

Lianchengfang brewed a pot of tea, rolled up the pink sleeves, revealing the white wrists of frost. Soon, the tea leaves were rolling up at the bottom of the blue and white auspicious cup, and it was a pot of green snail spring. The fragrance floated in the heat swaying, refreshing the heart.

"Langjun, are you back?" Lian Cheng sensed the light from the window dimmed. When he raised his eyes, he saw Xu Xing nodding at himself softly. After another flash, he had already arrived in the wing room. So he smiled gently and said, "Langjun, drink tea."

Xu Xing reached out to take it, and the teacup fell into his palm, still warm, and sniffed it lightly. Xinhu still had the murderous intent of the afterglow, and it was completely smoothed. The quiet water flowed deep and the waves were unremitting. He raised his head and drank it all: "Good tea."

Lian Cheng looked at Xu Xing with a grudge, and there was an elegant charm in his wonderful eyes. He thought to himself, the husband must have been running all the way, his thirst is so damn good... Bah, if the husband is a ox, what have I become...

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more embarrassed I felt. Two red glows climbed onto my white and jade-like cheeks, with a dizzy snowy muscles and a beautiful and charming color.

Xu Xing put down the teacup, his face lightly, and said aloud: "You rest first, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Seeing Liancheng looking at the sky, his eyes seemed a little lost, but he also knew that Xu Xing could not indulge in either practicing or practicing karma. He smiled gently and said, "Your husband will leave."

Xu Xing nodded and was about to leave. Seeing that Liancheng could not hide his loss, he turned around and put away the tea set. His back seemed a little lonely, so he pondered: "Liangcheng?"

"Well, my husband? What's wrong?" Lian Cheng looked at himself with a smile. The golden sunset light shone on the girl's fair and jade-like side face. The sparse air bangs could not hide the bright jade's smoothness. The curved eyelashes under the eyebrows seemed to pass through the tenderness of time.

"The rest of your life is long, let's take care of you and I..." Xu Xing's eyes were gentle. After saying this, he smiled and turned around and left.

"Mr...." Lian Cheng's delicate body trembled, and for a moment, his curved eyelashes were covered with a tide and his eyes were fascinated.

Wantuo Temple, Bianliang

It is April, the sun is shining brightly, the breeze supports willows, and the bamboo forests in the Zen temple are rustling. Sometimes, the chanting of scriptures from the Buddhist temple is harmonious, which is becoming more quiet and hard to describe.

Among the large number of attendants, a young man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe was seven feet long and had a white face, but his narrow eyes were a little feminine. The man was hung with a yellow dragon-patterned jade bi on his waist, showing that his identity was either rich or noble.

Under the guidance of an old monk, Ning Wei walked along the bluestone road covered with green moss. While walking, he said with a smile: "My mother was going to come to fulfill her wishes in person, but she felt a cold a few days ago. Now she is not doing well. I, a son, can only do it for me."

"The princess has a small illness, has she ever found a doctor?" The old monk Lefan's hair and beard were all white, and a hint of worry appeared on his chubby face, and he said, "I have a good teacher in my temple. If the little prince needs it, he can go to the mansion."

"It's okay," Ning Wei smiled and waved his hand, his eyes soft, and his meaning was inexplicable. "I've already cooked the medicinal porridge with the famous chef Shangshen. My mother may be fine now."

Princess Liang was nearly thirty years old and was actually not Ning Wei's biological mother. Therefore, after Princess Liang fell ill and died, Princes Liang accepted the daughter of Cui Wenxiu, the former Minister of Rites. Because Princess Liang had reached the point of falling asleep with the great monks and great masters, he favored the new princess when he first passed the door, and had a daughter in the back and had no more since then.

At this moment, a novice monk suddenly ran over from afar and said anxiously: "No, no, no, no, no."

"What's the matter of panic? What's the point of being so polite!" Liao Fan's face darkened. He was comparable to the second Gostuhan realm of Taoist Yinshen. His voice was filled with Buddhist Zen sounds. The little novice monk's originally anxious expression calmed down and took two steps slowly.

"Master, the captain's documents from the yamen have been sent to the temple. Look..." The little novice monk took a piece of paper covered with the seal of the government and handed it to Lefan.

Lefan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully. He saw the seal of the magistrate of Jining and the accompanying seal of the Shandong Niesiya Office. "... to prepare for the provinces, prefectures, and counties to know that the monks and monks have completed the Dharma and the certificates belong to Wantuo Temple. They killed people with magic tricks in Jining a few days ago, and they are now dead and fled... "

"This is absurd!" Lefan's face turned pale, and his hair was so angry that he opened his hair and threw it to the ground, saying, "This is a slander! How can I harm people's lives if I only fulfill my Dharma?"
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