A wisp of ghost, between the light and the extinction, the erratic figure, only half a foot away from the stone chair, Wang Tianyu was very curious about the things on the stone chair, but due to Xu Lin's order, he could only stop there.

Painting monk, Xu Lin is very taboo about this title, recalling what he experienced before, this monk is not a kind person, on the contrary, it gives Xu Lin a kind of evil impression.

The greed of longing for a good situation, and the anger of the adversity encountered, and finally the ignorance of the mind, ignorance of things, reversal of right and wrong, and the ignorance of all kinds of evil deeds. The three poisons of Buddhism want to draw the ugliness of the soul on the appearance with the pen in his hand, so as to purify the ugliness in the soul and achieve the great Buddha's way.

This is the way chosen by the painting monk, who would rather kill all living beings and swoon all sentient beings, just for his own selfish thoughts, such behavior is desirable in Xu Lin's eyes, but he cannot agree with it.

If it is replaced by Xu Lin, he himself is willing to do this, but because Xu Lin understands this truth, the taboo against painting monks will be deeper.

Because for people like the painting monk and Xu Lin, there is no moral bottom line at all.

Xu Lin lowered his eyes gloomily, frowned and looked at the picture in the ancient mirror in his hand, and wondered whether to leave, but a trace of greed made him reluctant to leave.

Once upon a time, because of a wisp of kindness, Xu Lin let go of the rat spirit in the picture scroll, even though Xu Lin knew how rare the treasure of the spirit was, but Xu Lin never regretted it.

If you do it, you do it, so why think about it again?

And what about this picture in front of you?

When Xu Lin was entangled in this, the strength shown by the Yuantong monk at this time surprised Xu Lin a little.

Zhou Jian and Wang Kui, although they are just two casual cultivators with no trace, but they both have a cultivation at the level of Huandan, but in the face of the joint efforts of the two. The pace of the Yuantong monk's feet did not stop a step.

When this idea came out, although it was a little hard to believe, because when the two met before, judging from their ability to shoot, Xu Lin could definitely judge it. This great monk only has the strength of the upper rank of Huandan, but the strength he shows now obviously has the level of step weakness.

When the interruption continued, and Xu Lin's face was ruthless, Wang Tianyu's mind suddenly heard Xu Lin's order: "Take it!"

With a smile, the corners of his mouth drew a touch of cruelty, Wang Tianyu finally stretched out the ghost claw that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and with a touch of cyan brilliance, when he touched the golden light on the periphery of the stone chair. There was a loud bang.

"No!" Monk Yuantong exclaimed with a look of astonishment. Then the golden light on the periphery of the body suddenly soared, forcing Zhou Jian and Wang Kui to the periphery, and their feet rushed to the direction of the stone chair.

"Where is the bald donkey!" Wang Kui shook his body and shouted, and when he also galloped over, Zhou Jian did not show weakness and came with his sword.

The sneering white smoke came out in the strands, and Wang Tianyu endured the burning sensation in the Buddha's light. Then he sneered again, and the ghost aura all over his body was in full bloom. The ghost claws stretched out and stirred, and the golden light shattered!

Monk Yuantong watched Wang Tianyu, who suddenly appeared, and looked at him laughing wildly and picked up the white scroll on the stone chair, his body was stunned in mid-air, and he actually stopped. There was no further sigh.

Xu Lin was stunned, and Zhou Jian and Wang Kui rushed towards Wang Tianyu with joy on their faces.

In the face of these two people, Wang Tianyu did not have any taboos at all, so when his palm shook, the picture scroll spread out and fell. At the same time, the Yuantong monk put his hands together and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha!"

Golden light!

Wang Tianyu screamed with horror on his face, but in Xu Lin's eyes, there was a blank golden light in the soul mirror right now, like an ocean.

Xu Lin, who suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart, hurriedly transmitted his divine sense to Wang Tianyu, but there was no echo, but on the contrary, Xu Lin seemed to have heard something.

The sound of Buddha in the sky is singing, a figure in the golden light floats in, finger orchids, pieces of gold leaves floating in front of him, it is a handsome and kind face, there is always a smile in the eyes.

This was a sudden illusion, it flickered in Xu Lin's mind so clearly, and then immediately dissipated, but the impression in the memory was extremely clear.

The mirror of the soul has been darkened.

Wang Tianyu's voice was even more isolated from then on, and Xu Lin couldn't feel his breath at all.

I tried to call with my divine thoughts, and even use my Yuan Qi Dao power to urge the soul mirror in my hand, but there was still no sound at all.

Xu Lin had a gloomy face, and looked at the soul mirror in his hand in a daze, when Xu Lin used this treasure in the past, most of it was with the help of Wang Tianyu's power to use the soul mirror like an arm, and now he uses it again, Xu Lin suddenly found that the Dao is not passable, and even has a sense of difficulty, so he can barely use it, which is unacceptable to Xu Lin.

But what made him even more incomprehensible was how Wang Tianyu, who was an instrument spirit, could lose contact with himself all of a sudden, and even had nothing to do with the soul mirror, which really didn't make sense, but in the final analysis, it was still on that figure that suddenly appeared.

Xu Lin turned his head to look at the reef island not far away, then casually put away the soul mirror, and after smiling cruelly, he floated away and fled here.

The long black road was like a snake's belly, craggy and circling, but Xu Lin walked very fast, until he saw a piece of golden light not far away, he slowed down the pace of his feet, but he heard a person laughing, accompanied by a terrible howl.

Subconsciously used the blood shadow ghost, Xu Lin quietly floated behind a boulder, and when he fell his gaze to the golden light, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

I saw that in this spacious Shifu cave door, pieces of golden light rippled around like waves.

Monk Yuantong was standing not far from Xu Lin, still chanting something with his hands folded, and in front of him, Wang Kui was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his face, it was obvious that the scream came from his mouth, and as for Zhou Jian, he was stunned on the spot, looking at the direction of the origin in the golden light with a frightened face.

It was still a figure, but it was more real at this time, and it wasn't until he slowly condensed into the golden light that Xu Lin realized that this was the same image that appeared in his mind before.

Wearing a robe, his eyes are white, revealing a face full of aura, it is a young age, but Xu Lin doesn't think so, especially in the eyes of this little monk, Xu Lin has experienced a touch of the vicissitudes of the world.

But in that smile, Xu Lin didn't experience a trace of emotion at all, only coldness and endless coldness.

One person cried in pain in front of the little monk, and the other person looked at him with horror in the golden light, but the little monk was still smiling, walking slowly step by step, until he waved his hand, the golden light dissipated, turned into a brilliant color like fireworks, and after the bright light in mid-air, it fell like a firefly, but the little monk was still smiling, and this gaze also fell on the Yuantong monk not far away.

Xu Lin looked at the little monk's face in disbelief, and couldn't help but think, maybe it was also a spiritual creature like a rat spirit?

But when the next scene happened, what stunned Xu Lin was the reaction of the Yuantong monk, and he knelt down respectfully and said, "I've seen the master." ”

"You don't call me Uncle Ancestor, but you call me Master?" the little monk smiled softly.

"The master has been expelled from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, how can the master and uncle say it?" Monk Yuantong's answer was one-eyed.

"In that case, it's not wrong for you to call me Master. After the little monk pondered slightly, he looked at the Yuantong monk kneeling below, and then the corners of his mouth turned up again: "In this way, you are the only one left in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect." ”

Hearing this, Xu Lin's eyes froze, and he looked at the Yuantong monk with some abruptness in his heart, no wonder he was so obsessed with painting monks at the beginning.

"The old man has gone to the Western Buddhist country, and when he was leaving, he still had something on his mind, so the little monk asked the master. ”

When Monk Yuantong said this, his eyes kept staring at the little monk's face, and the latter raised his eyebrows, but he didn't speak, but waited for Monk Yuantong's words.

"The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect has declined when the Blood Demon broke out, and until now, it is rare in the world to know that the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect still has a vein, which was retained by the Golden Wheel Dharma Temple, but there is a reason. ”

The little monk stared coldly at the Yuantong monk in front of him, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Is it for the blood demon?" or the little monk?" (to be continued......)