I have cultivated to the realm where everything is separated from the outside and is free from dust and impurities...... Sure enough, we are not far from becoming a Buddha.

The shallows were overgrown with weeds, staggered from side to side, and were once tall and luxuriant reeds, but now they were washed away by the flood.

Recently, there are often demon clans running out of the poisonous mist forest, and some even boldly run into the Fanyin Valley.

This was an unprecedented thing, and the abbot master was very shocked, and just after he came out of the customs, he sent him to check what was happening in the demon world with a few junior disciples.

It took them two days to get here through the Poison Mist Forest, but they didn't want to see the scene after the flood was raging.

It turned out that there was a natural disaster in the demon world, so some demon clans would risk their lives to run out in search of food.

Along the way, a lot of corpses have been found in the poisonous fog forest, and they can't run out and are poisoned by the poisonous fog.

Compassion arises spontaneously, and it would be great if there were no barriers and differences in the Six Realms.

Then there would not be so much renunciation.

Wujiang looked ahead, in a mess, shook his head and sighed, and was about to leave, when suddenly something moved in the reeds in front of him.

Are there any people alive?

Whether it's a demon clan or what, as long as it's a living life, he can't sit idly by.

Wujiang walked over quickly, and for some reason, halfway through, his heart was beating rapidly, as if it was going through his chest.

There was something ahead that drew him in......

Stunned for a moment, he had already picked up the reeds that had moved, and sure enough, he saw a figure lying on the ground, covered in mud.

The long hair was scattered in the mud, and half of the cheeks were buried in the mud, almost suffocating.

"Donor." Wujiang hurriedly picked up the person, and the person immediately coughed a few times, and spit out a large amount of sewage from his mouth.

He wiped the mud off her face with his cloak, and as he wiped it, his movements suddenly stopped.

His face was still covered in mud, but he could still make out the face without wiping it all away.

"Hua Xi?" The voice was a little trembling, how could it be her?

At this moment, he seemed to see fate.

The majestic golden statue of the Buddha sitting in his fate was leaving him, and in its place was the beautiful face with a chuckle.

It's been two years......

He practiced the Dharma for two years and turned his back on him almost instantly.

No, you can say that you want to take refuge in the Buddha.

But his hands couldn't let go of her, looking at her dying little face, he knew that he couldn't let her fend for herself here.

If it's just someone else, an ordinary life, even if it's just an ant, he won't die without help.

Yes, this is what Master has taught him since he was a child.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

He's going to save her.

"Senior brother, did you find something?"

Behind him, the disciples of the Fanyin Temple were also ready to come over to check the situation.

Wujiang was stunned, looking at the woman in his arms, if they found Hua Xi, they would not let her go.

Although no one has mentioned what happened two years ago, everyone knows that Hua Xi is a demon, and there is no room for her in Fanyin Temple.

Maybe he was selfish, if he brought her back to Fanyin Temple to heal her wounds, would the master still let him see her?

Why is there a contradiction?

If it was someone else, even if it was a demon, he only needed to bring it back to Fanyin Temple, and the master would save her.

But Hua Xi, he will be in a dilemma.

After his mind turned, Wujiang put down Hua Xi, stood up, and walked out of the reeds, still as calm as before.