Chapter 80 The Abyss
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Of course, Bai Fengliu didn't expect that the fierce and angry "bad old lady" in front of him is easier to change his face than blowing his breath. If he washes his face, he is the little beauty he thinks about day and night. Fortunately, he never had a chance to know, so he didn't have to swell his mouth next.
But he did come with a dream, and he did not hesitate to use all necessary or possible means to realize his dream. Despicable has always been just a stepping stone to success.
So Bai Fengliu took action impatiently and without hesitation.
Before the light-winged Su Xianjian took action, the feathers that had been standing on her shoulder and the feathers were "cooing" upside down, and the feathers had already "huh" out.
It deformed in the air and turned into a figure exactly the same as Bai Fengliu, and also used the same jade hand.
Bai Fengliu was shocked and shouted, "How can it be?" The two claws tore the cold fog and attacked Yuer.
"How can that be!" Yu'er screamed louder than Bai Fengliu. No matter how fast the other party moves, it can always return it in the other way.
Jin Kaihuo and the real dancer were surprised and funny, and they hit Yuer in front of their hands.
Yu'er is not only not afraid, but also becomes more and more excited. It has a scale in the east and a claw in the west, pinching the unique skills of the two saints of Xiaoyao and the real dancer casually, and its body may not suffer any loss.
The wings gently raised their spirits and returned their swords to the sheath. Suddenly, they faintly heard someone say in the depths of the fog, "Amitabha, I don't know who is fighting in front of you?"
Yi Qingyang was happy when he heard the words and blurted out, "Master Juedu, I'm here!"
"No, it's the old thief of Longhua Zen Temple who is bald. Let's go!" The real dancer said hello and withdrew from the regiment with the two saints of Xiaoyao and disappeared into the thick fog.
Yu'er was addicted. As soon as her eyes turned, she saw a bare head exposed in the fog.
No matter who came, it shouted, "The old thief is bald, the old thief is bald!" The claws were inserted into the other party's forehead.
"Bum!" The man rolled his sleeves, shook Yu'er's body and shouted repeatedly, "Come on, come on, come on, the old thief is very bald!"
Yi Qingqing couldn't laugh or cry. He waved to Yuer and said, "Yuer, that's Master Juedu!"
Before the words fell, Master Juedu, Yi Tianxiang and other Longhua Zen Temple and Famen Villa have come to the front.
Master Juedu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the white-haired wings and said, "Female benefactor, you are--"
"Master, I'm Qing Yang!" The wings skillfully took off the changing costume and revealed the original appearance.
"Ting Yang, you're here too!" On the other side came the voice of Dong Hanshan, who was known as the chief master of Yu Yutian's young generation. He and the rest of Yu Yutian followed Master Juedu and Yi Tianxiang, but they did not know that Su Zhiyuan, the elder of this family, had been killed on the rising tree by the arrow of the strike god.
The light smile of the wings disappeared in the corners of his lips, and his mouth fired like a cannon: "Who are you called? Qingyang is also what you call it casually? Why do you care where I am?"
"Lightly, don't talk to your brother like this." When Yi Tianxiang saw that his beloved daughter was sound, a big stone fell to the ground.
The wings gently curled their lips, turned their heads and no longer took care of Dong Hanshan. They said, "Dad, I'll show you something."
She took out the Faleng Sutra from her sleeve and swayed in front of everyone: "Look what is this?"
"The Book of the Falun Sutra?" Yi Tianxiang was shocked and asked, "Where did you find it?"
Yi gently pointed to Chu Tian lying on the ground with his hand, "It's in this guy's arms."
Yi Tianxiang took two steps and squatted down, reached out and held Chu Tian's right wrist. He couldn't help frowning and said, "Strange--"
Master Juedu didn't know the bottom, and also put two fingers on Chu Tian's left wrist, "Oh, why is there no real spirit in this teenager's body?"
Yi Tianxiang let go of his hand and said, "Brother, I think it's important to save people. Please give me a 'golden liquid for elixir'.
Master Juedu nod and said, "Yes, yes, yes, my Buddha is merciful. Saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level Futu."
He was originally the first medical master of Longhua Zen Temple, and the "golden liquid elixir" refined by himself is the life-saving elixir that countless people dream of. The next golden liquid was stuffed into Chu Tian's mouth, and he was very busy with his fingers to dredge the meridians and relieve his injury.
Dong Hanshan looked on coldly and didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he said, "Uncle Yi, do you want to search this teenager?"
Yi Tianxiang didn't look back and said, "No, what's the difference between this kind of behavior when taking advantage of people's danger and the demons?"
Dong Hanshan was bored with the boss, and his face sank and said nothing.
Yi Qingyang was in a good mood at this moment. He turned his eyes and approached Yi Tianxiang and said, "Dad, I helped you get back the Faleng Sutra. Should I reward me?"
Of course, Yi Tianxiang understood his beloved daughter's thoughts and said with a smile, "Since the Faleng Sutra was found in the arms of this teenager, how can you take it for yourself? The top priority is to save this person first, and we will wait until he wakes up.
Suddenly, everyone felt that the ground was shaking, and the cold fog around them was rapidly receding, revealing the crystal bright ice cliffs. The blue sky reappeared above his head, but a silver-white moon slowly rose from behind the cliff.
"The cold moon rises in the east, and the ice melts and the snow disappears--" Yi Tianxiang frowned and said, "No, the ice wind will be closed. We must leave quickly!"
Before the voice fell, the surrounding ice cliffs began to melt at an incredible speed. Countless huge ice cubes peeled off and fell from the cliffs, and the ground trembled more and more.
At the same time, all kinds of strange prohibitions in the virtual world of ice and wind disappear one by one, and everyone can fly against the wind.
At the moment, Yi Tianxiang opened the way in front of him. Master Juedu picked up Chu Tian and followed him closely, and the group of people quickly returned along the original road.
The wing gently followed Yuer closely behind his father, but he couldn't help glanning at Chu Tian from time to time.
Anyway, I have made up my mind that I won't marry this boy. However, since the Fa Leng Sutra unfortunately fell into his hands, there is nothing he can do, it is better than being picked up by those more annoying guys.
I can always think of a good way.
Besides, this boy may be dead or useless, but one thing is for sure. He can't bully himself in the future, so what else is he worried about?!
Thinking of this, she secretly looked at Chu Tian uneasy, and then breathed a sigh of relief and smiled quietly.
A bright moon rises over the treetops, and the early spring night is still a little cold. The wind swept over the branches, blowing the leaves rustling, and the moon shadow shone on the window paper under the tree.
The brazier in the room crackled softly, and some sparks splashed on the red charcoal from time to time, dispelling the long night's chill.
Chu Tian lay in a warm quilt and slowly opened his eyes, and saw a kind-looking old monk sitting in front of the bed. He closed his eyes slightly, gently twisted a string of black rosary beads that had already been polished, and recited the scriptures that Chu Tian could not understand.
He found that his body was full of bandages, like a zongzi being put on **. With a slight movement, the unbearable severe pain came from his body, as if the fire basin had fallen into his internal organs.
"Little benefactor, don't move." The old monk stopped reciting the scriptures and stretched out his thin left hand like a dry branch and gently thorned the quilt for Chu Tian.
"Qing'er..." Chu Tian's memory was gradually awakened, remembering the thrilling scene of the battle against Su Zhiyuan before he fell into a coma. But where is Qing'er? Did she send herself here?
"Little benefactor, what are you talking about?" The old monk didn't understand and asked, "Who is Qing'er?"
Chu Tianxin sank and asked, "Master, what is this place? Who sent me here?"
"This is Famen Villa. Lao Tuo is a monk of Longhua Zen Temple, and his Dharma name is Juedu." The old monk Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Six days ago, you were thrown off your back by an ice-carved demon cow in the Ice Wind Valley, and you happened to meet the girl with light wings--"
At present, the old monk told the story of Chu Tian's rescue, and finally said, "Little benefactor, you just feel at ease here. No matter what's important, you need to take good care of yourself first.
The more Chu Tian heard it, the more surprised he became. He didn't know what happened after his coma, and where did Qinger go?
"Master, has a twelve- or three-year-old girl with a veil scarf come to Guizhuang to find me these days?"
"I don't think so." Master Juedu saw Chu Tian's anxious face and comforted him, "Don't worry, little donor. I'll tell Brother Yi to send someone to inquire for you."
He took a package and opened it, sent it to Chu Tian and said, "Little donor, can you see if there is anything missing in it? The Cangyun Yuanchen sword is hung on the wall, and you can see it when you look up.
Chu Tian's heart was so confused that he glanced at the things in the package: Fandu Jinshu, Xiaofeng Canyuexiao, the snow map in the world, and a "Falengjing Book". Everything is not lacking and neatly placed in the package.
It's just that Qing'er is gone.
He forced a smile and said, "It's all there."
"That's good." Master Juedu put the package next to the pillow and got up and said, "Lao Kun is looking for Brother Yi."
"Master," Chu Tian called and said, "Please take this Falun Sutra away."
Master Juedu was stunned. He didn't expect Chu Tian to return the Faleng Sutra to himself so easily.
"Little donor, are you really going to return this scripture to this temple?"
"Of course, the scriptures are from your temple, and I don't need it."
"Amitabha Buddha, good and good--" Master Juedu was surprised and happy. He put his hands together and bowed deeply to Chu Tian and said, "Thousands of monks of Longhua Zen Temple thanked the little benefactor!"
His voice trembled a little. He carefully picked up the scriptures with his hands from the package and said, "Little benefactor, your great kindness is unforgettable."
Chu Tian shook his head and felt that the old monk was a little talkative, but he was quite kind.
It's just a scripture book, and it's useless to get it out of thin air. It's not a big deal to be a smooth person and return to the original owner, but I didn't want this old monk to repay it.
He did not know that this "Faleng Sutra" is the general outline of the 3,000-year Buddhist inheritance of Longhua Zen Temple. The whole scriptures have experienced the recitation and enlightenment of great eminent monks. The page is full of Zen and Buddha's intention, which can suppress demons and evil spirits and wash the heart of dust, just like the treasure of the town of Longhua Zen Temple.
When Master Juedu withdrew from the house, the room suddenly became silent.
Chu Tian was no longer sleepy. He kept thinking about the whereabouts of Qinger in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more uneasy he became.
According to Master Juedu, the ice wind virtual world has been closed, and no one can enter again.
Qing'er, will you fall into a virtual world?
vaguely, Chu Tian recalled that when he was in a coma, he seemed to hear her call and exhortation.
He couldn't think about the essentials, so he simply closed his eyes and had a clear mind.
Suddenly, Chu Tian noticed that his Dantian was empty, like a dead ruins.
For a moment, Chu Tian's face turned pale, and Huo Ran opened his eyes and stared at the Cangyun Yuanchen sword hanging on the opposite wall.
The magic treasure is in hand, but my skills are completely useless, no different from ordinary people!
God made a big joke, but it was a terrible thing for me...