Chapter 11 White Lotus Buddha's Fire Lost

After witnessing Wu Tianren leave, Qi Miao and other four people put together. This Faleng Temple was originally intended to go, but now there is more purpose to explore this murder case. At present, Qi Miao and Zhou Hanzhi carry two sword spirits respectively, that is, they get up and jump to the sword spirit.

The stupid monk stared at it and said for a moment, "If the two benefactors want to fly through the air, the little monk can't spell. I don't know who can take me a ride?"

Zhou Hanzhi doubted, "This monk doesn't understand magic. In this case, how can he retreat from the chaotic horse before?"

At this time, I only heard Li Maohua say with a smile, "This Faleng Temple is on the outskirts of the city, and it's only more than ten miles away. Please take me with you two..."

Zhou Hanzhi frowned and had to say, "Then if you come up to my side, the stupid master will have worked hard."

The Qi Miao was about to agree, but Li Miaohua quit again. He spit out his tongue and said, "You big man, how can you push this big monk to the fairy sister to take care of it?"

He pointed to the stupid monk and said, "You go behind Mr. Zhou, and I'll come to the fairy sister."

"This..." Zhou Hanzhi still had to say more, but the fool nodded and sang, jumped up and jumped on Zhou Hanzhi's sword spirit. He was afraid that he could not stand still, so he had to put his arms around Zhou Hanzhi's waist, leaned his big head against Zhou Hanzhi's shoulder, and smiled at him with embarrasssment.

Li Miaohua also leaped lightly and fell lightly behind Qimiao's body. He held Qimiao's slender waist in his hand and leaned his head against Qimiao's back. Qimiao only felt that Li Miaohua's body was soft and there was a faint fragrance on his body. At this time, he also heard Li Miaohua take a deep breath in the heart of the bright moon and praised softly: "Sister, You smell so good."

Qi Miao looked back and saw his eyes flashing brightly, with a playful and cute look. Zhou Han stopped blocking this scene, but his heart was angry. Due to self-restraint, he had to say loudly, "Let's go quickly. It's getting dark."

Qi Miao nodded and started to break through the sky with Zhou Hanzhi and rushed into the sky.

The four people went into the clouds, and the fool only felt that the sky was far away, and the four places were white. They were shocked, so they held Zhou Hanzhi tighter. His awkward expression was clearly seen by the bright moon heart, and then he laughed and said, "Monk, you cultivate your heart, but you don't practice skills. At this moment, you are in the sky, it is It's much closer to the Buddha in the west, but he is afraid. Is he so pious?

The stupid monk was so scared that he couldn't speak, but he heard the clever words: "Although the little master has no size to eliminate violence, his determination to eliminate violence is much more admirable than the master outside the world who has the ability but sits alone on the wall. With the blessing of the Buddha, you don't need to be afraid."

Zhou Han stopped his heart and said, "Sit alone on the wall, but this sentence brings your biological father, the well-known immortals who raised and taught us. He recalled what his master said, 'The road is simple, and each has a peaceful destiny'. He thought that knowing the immortals is always pure and does not hinder the world."

He didn't know that this seven wonderful master was originally the free ancestor who helped the world after living in seclusion, so he felt it and was reasonable.

At this time, the day gradually faded, the night came quietly, and everyone flew around. Finally, they came to a hillside on the outskirts of this small city and saw a small temple with a small scale, black and red paint, four four-in-in-one small temple, with a plaque in official calligraphy on the door.

Everyone quietly fell down and gently pushed open the gate of the temple. In the temple, the night was quiet and the night sky was deep. With the breeze, they brought the endless **, as if they were calling for something slowly. Qimiao and others were all on guard. Li Miaohua even pulled out a yellow paper spell and wanted to recite the curse to call out the firelight.

"Don't light up!" Zhou Han stopped in a low voice, "The enemy is open and dark, so it's better to be careful to hide..."

Li Miaohua nodded and put his hands on the sword again. Several people were absorbed. They passed through the Daxiong Hall and quickly walked to the back hall. At the moment of stepping on the high threshold of the back hall, they heard Li Miaohua scold. Qi Miao stretched out her hand to protect her. When they fixed their eyes, it was not the bright monk who took the lead in beating people before. They saw him lying on the ground. On the top, one hand hooked the threshold, tilted his head, and looked fearful.

Qi Miao bent down, reached out and touched his neck. He couldn't help shaking his head and said, "He has been dead for a long time."

After careful examination of the injury, she was surprised: "This person, like the previous riders in the county prime, has been counted all the bones and veins in the body."

After hearing this, everyone was surprised and felt that the atmosphere was strange and inexplicable. Qimiao looked at Yiming's desperate expression, and her heart was even more puzzled. She couldn't help thinking: "Generally, the expression of the murdered person is resentment and resentment at the moment of death, but the monk has a fearful face, but he doesn't know what kind ofgong fu can force him to this. "jing."

She said softly, "Be careful!" With two cold lights in his hand, he walked in front of the team with Zhou Hanzhi. Li Minghua cushioned behind him and sandwiched the stupid monk in the middle. The four people were more careful and gently walked to the backyard.

After a while, on a beam in the apse, Zhou Han stopped the fan and suddenly reminded in a low voice: "This way..."

Everyone followed the sound and saw a man hanging on Liang. The night was thick. It was the original monk who was in a hurry to go to the brothel to drink flower wine. He saw him holding Liang Zhu in his hands. There were indeed dozens of sharp arrows inserted in his body, and the blood had already run out. His hands were also penetrated by two sharp arrows and nailed them to the beam.

Qi Miao looked carefully, but saw that there was still a man hanging under his heart. It was a sharp monk, but he saw him holding his two legs and looking up with a look of panic, and his face was shrouded in death.

Li Weihua gave a sound and reminded, "This monk was actually cut into two paragraphs..."

Qi Miao also saw that this thought was cut off with a big knife, with only a few bloody intestines hanging below the waist, and two thighs lying alone in a pool of blood on the ground.

Li Minghua thought it was the first time to go down the mountain to practice. He praised it, but he had never experienced life and death. What's more, such a tragic scene was better than what he had seen in the county prime before. He only felt panicked, as if he was going to be nauseous, and his face was as pale as snow.

Looking at his look, he knew that his heart was shocked and pinched his little hand. He only felt that cold sweat flowed in the palm of the little Taoist priest's hand. He crossed a cold air, and the bright moon's heart only felt a chill on his body, and his mind was particularly awake.

When Zhou Han clenched his hand and frowned and looked at it, he only heard that the fool also put his hands together. In his mouth, the Amitabha Buddha kept chanting, and his body couldn't help shaking. He laughed in his heart. He said that the two people put down their big words and dragged himself and his sister down, but it turned out to be two oil bottles.