Many people know about these things, but few people who believe have actually seen them.

Dustlessness is the body of the third reincarnation, and it is natural that they have all seen it.

He closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and called out the Buddha's horn with compassion.

"Amitabha."

The handsome monk's robe was simple, and his appearance was outstanding, but at this time, the vicissitudes of life and holiness in the young monk's eyes completely covered his own skin.

His eyes were full of pity and love.

Compassion for the sons of all living beings in the rolling red dust.

He opened his lips slightly, "Master Yan, why are you bothering." ”

The Buddha beads in Wuchen's hand turned, and his tone was low and quiet, "All appearances are false, if you see all the phases that are not the same, that is, you will see them." All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dreams and electricity, and should be viewed as such. But if he sees me with color and asks me with his voice, he is walking in evil ways, and he cannot see me as he comes. The law should be abandoned, let alone illegal? ”

"Amitabha."

"When you leave, you leave, and when you break, you break. Conforming to the way of heaven is for nature. ”

"Okay, you," Young Master Yan lightly picked up his peach blossom eyes, and glanced at him coldly, "It's not like this young master hasn't collapsed in the sky, don't talk about your useless nonsense." ”

Dust-free ......

Hmph, rotten wood can't be carved.

"The judge's pen can turn the tide, this is just a rumor."

"No one has actually seen it, or used it."

"And how this judge's pen can turn things around, we don't know, Yan Gongzi."

Yan Tao's slender fingers turned the judge's pen, raised his eyebrows lightly, and turned his eyes sideways to look at Wuchen, "According to you, how can Qin Zong avoid this difficulty?" ”

Wuchen pursed his lips, "If Mr. Qin hadn't followed you, Senior Brother would have joined forces with Qingyangzi's seniors, and he would have been able to avoid it somewhat." ”

"How many have you avoided it? How much is calculated? ”

Young Master Yan smiled lightly, "Qingyangzi is so good at reading hexagrams, can you tell this hexagram for him?" ”

"......" Wuchen raised his eyes slightly, and his tone was serious, "Big murderer, big murderer, big murderer." ”

I don't know how many times.

The results of the big murderer are used to it.

This hexagram is basically nine deaths and one life.

There's no life left.

Moreover, Qin Zong stubbornly followed over and bumped into Yan Tao's catastrophe.

Wuchen sighed slightly in his heart, even with his three lifetime merits, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress this fierce light.

His senior brother and Qingyangzi's predecessors sent him over to be a mascot, and they used the merits of Buddhism to illuminate them, so that they could have psychological comfort.

Wuchen really didn't expect that Yan Tao would be so bold, and she would dare to move people's lives.

And it's still a special personality.

"Since you know, then give me a good protector."

Wuchen restrained the smile on his face and said in a deep voice, "Yan Tao, are you really?" ”

"Nonsense!"

The young man's voice was crisp and sharp, and her empty left hand was raised and thrown into the air.

The boy's movements were beautiful and mysterious, and when his fingertips fell, he saw a round iron disc appear out of thin air in mid-air, staying in the air, slowly rotating.

In the center of the hexa-style plate, a palm-sized figure faintly appeared, sitting on the hexa-type plate.

Yan Tao took out a transparent porcelain bottle.

The bottle was filled with bright red blood.

She raised her hand and slowly poured the blood onto the hexagram.

The bright red blood automatically formed a pattern on the six-type plate, and the young man's peach blossom eyes were slightly tight, and his eyes stared at the blood beads for a moment, and he reached out and turned the six-type plate according to the route of the lines it flowed.

At the same time, the boy's thin lips moved slightly, and his mouth kept muttering.