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Chapter 294 The Concubines of Wangcai

late at night.

The black wind howled.

Broken temple.

dilapidated.

Only if there are a few sparks bursting out in front of the fire, can people feel a little bit of warmth and peace of mind.

Ning Caichen warmed his hands in front of the fire, smiled and nodded to the bearded Yan Chixia who came in.

After all, people's force is so strong, although it looks majestic and upright, but if this kind of master wants to kill himself, it is as easy as trampling an ant to death.

Moreover, this place is located in a remote place, not only tigers and wolves haunt it, but also mysterious and inexplicable monsters are heard to make trouble.

Being under the same roof with such a great monk always brings a lot of peace of mind.

Yan Chixia ignored Ning Caichen, but looked at Mrs. Ye thoughtfully.

At this moment, Mrs. Ye was earnestly straightening the Buddha's body for me, pulling out the weeds from the Buddha statue, and picking up the filthy debris on it.

After all, this is your biggest thigh, and you should be respectful when you act, right?
He moves very quickly, and there are no cleaning supplies here, so it is naturally impossible to clean it very well.

Jumping off the altar, Yan Chixia was about to speak, but Ye Tai walked towards the statues of Arhats on both sides without looking back.

First, the No.18 Fuhu Arhat, while Mrs. Ye was poised, the only big brother who had barely made eye contact with her, conveyed kind thoughts with Qi:
"Brother Fuhu, Brother Wei is here to help you tidy up your position. I've been down to earth for so long, and I miss you. When Brother Wei achieves the true fruit and attains the Buddha's position one day, I will never forget you."

Although they are all kneeling and licking.

But my own identity is that the Eighteen Arhats under the command of the Buddha rank seventeenth, and the legal principles and supernatural powers of the eighteen Arhats are all top-notch among the thousands of other "common" Arhats. After all, there are only eighteen of them, and they are handed down by the Buddha.

And his predecessor, Subduing the Dragon Arhat, was also among the top one or two among the eighteen Arhats with supernatural powers and Buddhist practice.

Naturally, it is impossible to lick these brothers like kneeling and licking the Buddha, which is not beautiful.

Huh?
A kind thought came!
Ye was too keen to capture it!
He grinned, and passed the breath to the Arhat: "Brother's memory and mana have not been recovered, but in order to eliminate the harm, promote my Buddha's mercy, and suppress demons, we may have to fight with Wuna Black Mountain old demon Fighting skills, look..."

"@#￥Don't worry..."

An obscure divine thought came from the broken statue of Arhat Crouching Tiger.

The general idea is to let Ye Taixin rest in his stomach, an old Montenegro demon is nothing.

Ye is too happy.

Passed a few more breaths, but there was no response.

But enough.

This means that I am still under the eyes of the Buddha, and the kindness and attention of those brothers to me have not been cut off because of my reincarnation.

Ye Taixi finished tidying up the statue of the crouching tiger Arhat, and directly skipped No.17, which is his own statue of the descending dragon Arhat.

Look, brother, I don't even take care of my own honor, but I also want to tidy up the honor for you.

I subduing the dragon is not selfless, it's just that in this life I don't care about trivial matters, wine and meat have passed through my intestines, sitting in the heart of the Buddha, if the altar is clear, even if it is stained with dust!

A few vague thoughts of kindness disappeared in a flash.

Although he didn't get any response, Mrs. Ye always felt that her confidence was invisible, and it swelled and swelled again!

"Cough cough!"

Finally, when Mrs. Ye put away the third long-browed arhat, Yan Chixia couldn't help it, and coughed to remind Mrs. Ye.

Ye Tai turned around in surprise, looked at Yan Chixia for a while, and with a sweep of energy, he knew that this Kunlun swordsman was at the "late stage of leaving his body".

Among the treasure temples of Lingyin Temple, he can be regarded as a relatively tyrannical master.

After all, except for a few elders of the Hui generation, Guangliang, the highest-cultivated prisoner, was only a small realm higher than Yan Chixia before he made a breakthrough with the Dragon Subduing Relic.

Moreover, the "Sword Cultivator" who specializes in killing monsters, even if he is lowered to a higher level, Guang Liang, who has put away the relic period, has almost no pressure.

This also corresponds to the plot in the second A Chinese Ghost Story movie, where Yan Chixia's soul comes out of her body, fighting monsters, but because of the trauma of her soul and being away from her body for too long, she can't return to her plot.

A monk at the out-of-body stage has no control over his soul, which cannot be compared with that at the stage of transformation, when both "spirit" and "body" are perfect.

Mrs. Ye raised her head to him and said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Chixia originally wanted to remind the two of them not to stay here overnight as there are demons infesting nearby.

But seeing Mrs. Ye's nonchalant eyes, even after she detected it herself, she was just an ordinary person with "no cultivation", Yan Chixia could guess that it's not that Mrs. Ye didn't know the monsters here, but she was not afraid at all.

This is a person with profound spells who hides his cultivation.

Yan Chixia took a deep look at Ye Tai, and said, "Fellow?"

Mrs. Ye smiled slightly and said, "It is."

Yan Chixia looked at the Buddha statue he was cleaning again, and said, "Buddha cultivator?"

Mrs. Ye also responded with two words: "It is."

Yan Chixia nodded, and didn't ask any more questions, she sat down next to the bewildered Ning Caichen, warmed herself by the fire, and said:
"That's good. A certain family is feeling unsure about cutting down the tree. How about we go to cut down the tree together tomorrow morning after you finish cleaning?"

"can."

Ye Tai responded lightly, and then continued to clean the arhat.

northwest direction.

About twenty thousand miles away.

This is outside the border of the land of Bashu.

Primitive giant trees overgrown, tigers, wolves and beasts infested, big rivers flowed, and there were few people.

"Sister, where are we going?"

Along the meandering and turbulent river in Bashu.

On a forest path.

A woman in a blue gauze dress, with lively eyes and a graceful figure, asked enthusiastically.

In front of her, there was a woman in fluttering white clothes, with a taller figure, with a beautiful face, but there was a sense of immortality, and said with a smile: "Let's go to Suzhou, by the West Lake."

The sound is mature and crisp, which makes people intoxicated.

These two people are the green snake Xiaoqing who has been cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and the white snake Bai Suzhen who has been cultivated for nearly 2000 years.

Similar to the records in the original book, Xiaoqing was playful and caused trouble in the human world in Bashu, and Bai Suzhen, who was dedicated to goodness, cast a spell to subdue her.

But thinking that the two are of the same kind, and Xiaoqing was just playing for a while, and had no intention of harming the other party, the white lady let him go.

Xiaoqing, however, finally met someone of the same kind, who was stronger and more mature than herself, so she recognized the white lady as her sister.

Under the guidance of the white lady, the two of them headed towards Suzhou in the east with kind hearts.

Xiaoqing blinked her smart eyes when she heard the words, and said, "Where is West Lake? Where are you going?"

The white lady smiled and said, "Repay your kindness."

"Thank you?"

Xiaoqing didn't ask any more questions when she heard the words, but made a bitter face.

She was about to speak, but suddenly her face brightened, and said: "Repaying kindness is not as fun as fighting with the same kind!"

The White Snake naturally also sensed something was wrong, following Xiaoqing's gaze, there was a winding and majestic black shadow in the middle of the river, breaking through the waves and swimming towards the west of Bashu.

(ps, the original White Snake has cultivated for nearly 2000 years, swallowed the golden elixir, and his Taoism is more than 2000 years old. Xiaoqing’s cultivation base is about 900 years, which is close to a thousand years. With the guidance of the White Snake, his combat power is about a thousand years old. Ask for a wave subscription.)
(End of this chapter)