Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 156 Poria cocos well?

"Ji Zhi won't miss the appointment." Fu Ling smiled resolutely at Mo Ran.

From Zixiaozong to Bishuitian, he crossed so many great rivers, and arrived as promised.She believes in stillness and will never miss an appointment.

"Fu Ling, have you ever thought about it, even if he doesn't want to miss the appointment, if he is in retreat, or if he himself is in danger, he just can't do it if he doesn't want to." Mo Ran couldn't persuade Fu Ling, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Let Junior Sister try it, if that one, she will definitely come." But at this moment, Lin Zhixing landed in front of Fu Ling and Mo Ran, and said.

Mo Ran didn't expect that Lin Zhixing would agree with Fu Ling's approach, but the brothers and sisters have said so, what else can she do?

I can only do my best to ensure that Fu Ling will not have an accident.

"Senior Brother Third, please help us hold Hong Zhinu back." Fu Ling said to Lin Zhi.

"Okay." Lin Zhixing nodded.

After seeking the consent of the two, Fu Ling held up Xingye, and under Mo Ran's astonished gaze, stabbed the sword into her right chest.

Blood splashed out in an instant, and Fu Ling's expression quickly dimmed, and her whole body became precarious.

Mo Ran was stunned, but in shock, she immediately supported Fu Ling, took out a few pills from her storage bag, and helped Fu Ling down.

Fu Ling raised her hand with difficulty, spread out her palm, and looked at the prayer beads that stayed quietly in it.

"Junior Sister Fuling, you really can do it. Doesn't it hurt to stab yourself?" Mo Ran sighed, and Fu Ling did it as soon as he said it, without even half hesitation, which was unimaginable for Mo Ran.

The younger brothers and sisters who were new to Suwen Peak couldn't prick themselves with needles, and Fu Ling stabbed her chest without yelling a word of pain.

Junior Sister Fu Ling is afraid that it is not made of iron, so she doesn't know it hurts.

"It hurts..." Fu Ling opened her mouth, and answered Mo Ran's question with only a small voice.

Mo Ran's brows were so frowned that it could kill mosquitoes. In order to bring back two dragon balls for Su Lingyu, Fu Ling worked too hard, using such extreme methods.

When they get back the dragon ball and go to Beihai, and see Su Lingyu, she must press Su Lingyu's head and let him thank Fuling for his great kindness.

"Where's your Buddha son? Why hasn't he come yet?" Mo Ran had already treated Fu Ling's wound, but there was still no movement around.

Fuling's move to ask the Buddhist disciples of Sanqing Temple for help, I'm afraid it failed...

"He'll be here soon..." A weak smile floated on Fu Ling's face.

Seeing Fu Ling who can still laugh under such circumstances, Mo Ran didn't know what to say. Where did he get the confidence? It's been so long. If it really will come, it should have come long ago.

However, behind Moran, where she couldn't see, some golden glimmers floated in the air, and then rapidly increased.

Finally, they converged into a sacred and gentle figure.

"The poor monk is late, how is Fu Ling?" Just as the figures formed, his voice came from the golden light.

Fu Ling stretched out her hand towards Mo Ran's back, and tried her best to answer: "Ji Zhi, you are here, I'm fine."

The hand she stretched out was quickly held by another pair of warm hands. Through the held hands, spiritual energy flowed into her body as a trickle, relieving the pain from her wound.

"This wound, is it a sword wound?" Ji Zhi saw the appearance of Fu Ling's wound, and roughly guessed it, "Did Fu Ling hurt herself to let the poor monk come over?"

If he had known this before, he should have made a few pieces of sound transmission jade and left them for Fuling, so that Fuling could find him.It was because of his lack of consideration that Fu Ling made such a bad move.

Fu Ling raised her head to look at Ji Zhi, she hadn't seen her for four years, Ji Zhi hadn't changed at all, with warm brows and clear eyes, and a touch of sandalwood that was reassuring.

Jizhi has not changed, but Fuling has changed greatly. When Jizhi saw Fuling four years ago, Fuling was still a little girl with a bun face, but now it has grown a lot.

Nine-year-old Fu Ling always tied her long hair into a ball for the convenience of sword practice, but before leaving the sect this time, Daoist Chanyue held down her long hair and tidied it up.

At this time, the little girl's long hair was scattered all over the floor, her pale and bloodless face, and the blood-stained skirt of her clothes made her look extremely pitiful.

While holding hands, Ji Zhi knelt down beside Fu Ling, he knew that it must be difficult for Fu Ling to speak at the moment, and if he got closer, Fu Ling could speak softly and save some energy.

"Why did Fu Ling come to the poor monk to ask the poor monk to help him?" Ji Zhi asked.

Mo Ran had just told Fu Ling that Ji Zhi would not come, but Ji Zhi appeared behind her the next moment, and she still couldn't react.

Not many people in the Zixiao Sect knew about the relationship between Fuling and the Buddhist disciples of Sanqing Temple, so when Fuling and Xingye mentioned the so-called Buddhist disciples in the conversation, she didn't associate it with the Buddhist disciples of Sanqing Temple, she just thought it was someone unknown The characters of the small sect of Buddhism.

She didn't go to Bishuitian for the Ultramarine Youth Conference four years ago, so she never saw this Buddhist disciple in Bishuitian.But many years ago, when I went out to practice, I was lucky enough to go to Sanqing Temple to hear the Buddha once. At that time, this Buddha was sitting on the lotus platform.

Although she was squeezed far away from the lotus platform amidst the crowds, this Buddha was indeed a very dazzling existence. You don't need people to see his appearance clearly, just a glance from a distance can remember her.

And just now when this Buddha descended in the Buddha's light, a voice in her heart said, it is the Buddha of Sanqing Temple.There was an air about him that made it hard not to recognize him.

That feeling of compassion, holiness and innocence, but at the same time gentle and peaceful, makes people feel admiration for him but dare not approach him.

But the Buddha who was really worried about Fuling's injury in front of her eyes was clearly different from the former one.At this time, the Buddha's son is not the Buddha's son who is looked up to by all living beings, but only Fu Ling's friend.

"Let me tell you, Junior Sister Fuling rest quietly." Mo Ran stopped Fuling who was about to speak. Given Fuling's current situation, it would take a lot of effort to explain clearly about Ji Bumeng to Ji Zhi.

No matter how different the Buddha in front of her is from what she imagined, for Mo Ran, the arrival of Ji Zhi gave her a bit of confidence. If it is His Excellency the Buddha, what Junior Sister Fu Ling hopes for can really be achieved. Achieve it.

"Please, Lord Buddha, seal all the spiritual power in that man, and teach him that he will never be able to use spells again." Mo Ran raised his finger in the direction of Hong Zhinu and Ji Bumeng.

Lin Zhixing, who was fighting Hongzhinv not far away, also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jizhi appear.

When Junior Sister said she wanted to find Buddha, he didn't stop her.

Because in Bishuitian four years ago, he had seen this Buddhist disciple take care of his little junior sister meticulously, and he was no less surprised then than Mo Ran is now.

How could Buddha who treats junior sister like that not abide by the agreement with junior junior sister, he really came.

(End of this chapter)