Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 14 It's Me, Are You Dissatisfied?

"I..." Monk Etong was about to tell what he had just seen when he heard Linyuan say in a voice he could only hear, "Don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about that at night, be careful that she entangles you."

Just one sentence blocked Etong's throat.

"I...I..." Etong swallowed, and looked around vigilantly. I waited for a long time, but I dared not say that sentence, as if it was a curse that could not be uttered.

Lin Yuan stood up at this time and laughed: "It's okay, he just came out to drain the water and saw the night owl beating. He was startled, you two help him go back and have a good sleep, and keep him alive and kicking tomorrow."

As he said that, with the back of his hands straight, he patted Etong's head three times seemingly inadvertently, and then Etong's breathing gradually calmed down, his mood was much more stable than before, and his whole body was numb and calm.

At this time, the door of the host's room was also opened, and the monks in their forties had a coffin-like face. For those who were murdered, the young monk and the young monk hurriedly clasped their hands together and saluted: "Master, host."

"Er Xing, Yuan Zhen, Fu E go back to the room together." The host said with a straight face.

"Yes." The young monk and the young monk stepped forward to support Etong, one left and one right, Lin Yuan stepped aside, but saw the host staring at him deeply.

"What advice does the presiding master have?"

"Everything is impermanent, and the living must have its end. If it is not dead, it will not die. This extinction is the most joyful." After the host said, he went back to the room, regardless of whether he understood or not.

The door of the room was closed, leaving him standing alone in the courtyard, the wind was blowing from the depths of the mountains, passing by the mountain temple, and then hurriedly blowing into the mountains.

He tasted this piece of Buddhist gatha on the spot, but he couldn't taste it, so he simply put it behind him and turned to look for Ye Qingshuang.

Now that Monk Etong saw her, he probably hid in some ancient relic. As for the oldest relic in the whole temple, it must be the golden lotus lantern in front of the Buddha.

It is said that when the temple was first built, it was a family heirloom of a wealthy family in the city. Because the morals of the children in the family were corrupt, the elders donated it to the Buddhist temple in a fit of anger.

Ordinary ghosts are afraid of Buddha's light, but she is different, and it is not impossible to live in a treasure lamp.

After pondering like this, he went back to the front yard and pushed open the door of the Daxiong Palace carelessly.

I saw the warm yellow candle light in front of the Buddha, illuminating the Buddha statue vividly, half-bright and half-asleep, like a real person sitting cross-legged and meditating, smiling compassionately.

The sandalwood in the daytime has been burned out, the aftertaste in the air has dissipated, and there is no more confusing atmosphere. Linyuan paced back and forth in the hall in a calm and steady manner, breathing evenly and deeply, and sniffing carefully.

But after walking around for a long time, I didn't smell the familiar cold fragrance.

He wondered to himself where he missed the judgment, could there be other ancient relics in the temple, older than the lamps in the main hall?
It's really hard to do Linyuan's forehead.

If you can't find it by searching secretly, you have to look for it openly.

He took out a soul-calling talisman from his sleeve and patted his forehead, made a seal with his hands, and moved his thin lips lightly: "Since Miss Ye is here, why don't you come out and say something."

The voice was not loud, but the soul-calling talisman was sent to the ears of all the lonely souls within a ten-mile radius. The souls were instinctively summoned and wanted to get closer, but the temple was shining golden, preventing the souls from entering.

A crowd was blocked outside the temple, but there was no movement inside the temple.Lin Yuan smiled lowly, and tried to provoke her very much: "Could it be that Ms. Ye came here after the poor, and she was ashamed to see people, so she didn't want to show her face?"

Still nothing.

"Although people and ghosts have different paths between us, Pindao is so good after all, it's reasonable that you can't control yourself, Pindao doesn't blame you."

The temple is still completely silent.

He tore off the talisman paper in confusion and looked at it.

That's right, it's the Soul Calling Talisman. Could it be that she's really not there?
If not, who else can Bai Ying enter the Buddhist temple?
Unreasonable, it must be her!
"Come on, let's go to sleep, Pindao." Lin Yuan tore up the used talisman papers, and lazily turned back to the backyard.

Suddenly there was a rush of wind behind him, he successfully raised the corners of his lips, and turned around in time when he heard the sound.

"Miss Ye can't hold back her breath——!"

In the middle of speaking, he was suddenly thrown on the wall by that lion-sized white shadow, with such force that the wall cracked bricks.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked like he was dying.

Bai Ying was caught off guard and was sprayed with blood all over, but he still pressed Lin Yuangong happily.

"Back...down..." Lin Yuan angrily pushed the white shadow away, and took a closer look, the culprit had four strong hooves, long snow-white hair with blood beads hanging on it, long horns and beards, and a pair of wings growing on his back.

Where is Ye Qingshuang, it is clearly his ancestor Bai Ze.

Bai Ze was quite dissatisfied with Lin Yuan's negligence, pouted his hooves and said, "Why are you dissatisfied with this expression?"

The holy beast Bai Ze looked at the holy Xianxiu, but he spoke with a tough uncle's voice, Lin Yuan was shocked by the tough guy's voice and immediately spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Don't dare." Lin Yuan took the time to reply after vomiting blood while supporting the wall: "You should be dissatisfied if you didn't kill me."

"Look at what you said, I can still kill you when I'm here." Bai Ze said in a disgusted tone, peeling off a ball of white light from his body and flying to the top of Lin Yuan's head, not long after, the wounds in his internal organs healed without medicine, and Bai Ze was still alive. Rubbling about the mana he had spent: "It's a waste, in fact, it's not bad for you to die, anyway, it's useless to live, it's as weak as paper."

"??!!"

Could I be injured without you? !

"Listen, do people say it?" Lin Yuan gouged out a hard look.

"Baa, baa, baa." Bai Ze blinked and pretended to be innocent, looking at the sky and the earth but not at Linyuan.

"I am your master, do you understand?" Lin Yuan held the head of the beast and forcibly looked at it with a ferocious face: "Next time you dare to bump into me, all your pocket money will be deducted."

"Why are you like this..." Bai Ze complained unhappily, and finally stopped his voice under his unkind eyes.

Worried that someone would bump into Bai Ze again at night, he raised his foot and led it out of the temple: "What happened to the box?"

"It's all right, Kaiwu Shenjun took it personally." Bai Ze consciously followed, one man and one beast followed the voice and disappeared into the deep forest.

The night was getting dark, the stream was rushing, Ye Qingshuang sat idly on the big rock by the stream and watched the fireflies flickering all over the sky.

The moon tonight is beautiful. If it was in the past, she should be collecting moonlight to make water at this time, but now she doesn't.

The flowers and plants turned to ashes, and the yard was completely in ruins. What else does she have?
Everyone in the world thinks that she clings to her homeland because she can't let go of it. Only she knows that she has nothing worth clinging to.

　Bai Ze is Dongbei Ze ha ha ha ha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)