Chapter 22 Lower Yellow Spring

"Brother, when will you come back to the temple with me?" Lingxiu asked as usual.

He always asks like this every time he comes.

"The merits and virtues are full of ghosts, and the sun comes back to the capital!"

"At that time, I was able to wash away my sins and enter Buddhism!"

Linghui's eyes were not open, and his face was still indifferent, and he only said faintly.

Since the opening of the ghost gate, the sky over the dilapidated capital has been shrouded in clouds, and there has been no sunshine to break in, and the whole capital city has been gloomy and dark.

Linghui's answer is as usual. From the time he sits down in front of this cold and roaring endless abyss, he is doomed that he may not turn to pay attention to others in his life.

There are many Buddhist classics in Guanghua Temple, and he is destined not to be alone. Before he can understand one book, Lingxiu sent him another one.

"Ha ha!" Lingxiu just smiled at this. He had expected Linghui's answer, but he couldn't help asking every time he came here.

In his opinion, this brother is even more miserable than those ascetic monks in the family.

Buddha taboos an obsession, but at this moment Lingxiu doesn't know who has obsession at this moment.

"Will Brother Xiaohe come back?" Lingxiu opened her mouth faintly, and there seemed to be a longing in her eyes.

"He is blessed and should be fine!" Linghui's face is vast and indifferent.

When talking about this former sibling, his heart seemed to have no more ripples.

Has he really cut off the dust?

"Hum!"

The spirit suddenly bloomed with bursts of Buddha light. The Buddha light filled the dilapidated wooden house and overflowed out of the house from the countless cracks on the top of the wooden house. Looking at the distance, the wooden house was already shining, like a Liujin Hall. It is the only light in the whole capital city.

Lingxiu was originally a reincarnation and rebirth of the ancestors of Buddhism. At this time, he has taken back the resh of his previous life. Although he has not fully inherited the Buddha's Dharma creation in his previous life, he has learned a little and made his cultivation step into the virtual world.

Conside from the world, there are two paths of righteousness and demons. Lingxiu's cultivation is already the first leader among the younger generation, much higher than the ordinary people of Qionghua School, but in the world of cultivation, this young monk who has less than 30 years of cultivation to the virtual world is not famous.

Guanghua Temple has always only sincerely admired Buddha, just like a pool of still water, and no one has ever known the true strength of this Buddhist holy land. When everyone talks about this temple, there are only four words "deep". If this Buddhist holy land wants to compete with the dragon head of the Taoist family, they really don't know who is the leader.

Lingxiu slowly stretched out her hand and pointed to Linghui's eyebrows, but the latter did not seem to know, and still only read it in his mouth, and gently pinched the Buddha beads in his hand. A little golden light came out of Lingxiu's fingertips and shot into Linghui's eyebrows. The latter also seemed to know, and there was nothing strange.

The golden light ran around the main veins in Linghui's body, and then was withdrawn by Lingxiu.

Lingxiu slowly withdrew the outstretched hand, and the bursts of Buddha light in the room hid into his body like a low tide. At this time, he heard the gloomy wind in the abyss began to roar again, making the dilapidated wooden house click.

"Why hasn't there been any change!" Lingxiu frowned slightly.

There are three levels of Buddhist cultivation, which are divided into three realms, first positive consciousness, then equal consciousness, and then round consciousness.

It's just that Linghui has not changed at all since he finished his practice of the first Buddhist classics.

It has been more than a year. At this time, Lingxiu explored that he was still only aware of his early cultivation, and even Lingxiu used his true yuan to drive him to practice, but he had no achievements at all.

When Linghui was in the True God Pavilion, he only practiced those shallow skills by himself, and also reached the "divine refining period" of the True God Pavilion, which was equivalent to the "round consciousness" cultivation in the three consciousness realm.

Lingxiu really can't figure out why this talented brother's cultivation is only so plain after entering Buddhism, which is fundamentally different from what he thought before.

"Brother, you are persistent!" Linghui said a word.

Lingxiu's frown was slightly relieved, and she hasn't said a word for a long time.

After a long time, a sound of breaking the sky suddenly cut through the darkness in the capital.

"Wow."

Lin Mengyao came with a divine sword and a blue shadow in the sky.

Her figure stopped over Fengdu City, and her 3,000 green silks rolled up in the cold wind, hunting and hunting in light clothes.

When she looked straight at the abyss in the city and looked at the cabin next to the abyss, the Taoist fairy frowned slightly.

Lingxiu slowly walked out of the wooden house and smiled at Lin Mengyao in the distant sky.

Lin Mengyao naturally had a courtesy, and her eyebrows eased.

"Brother Xiaohe is really a great blessing. With so many people caring about him, how can he live up to it?"

Lingxiu meditated slightly and turned her head to look into the house.

The spiritual face in the room is still indifferent, without a trace of change, and the endless chanting of Buddhist scriptures in Sanskrit.

To the endless abyss, where the former Liang Ziqiao, the former king of Liang, the former resentment and hatred are buried there. Now there is only wisdom beside the abyss, recite his Buddhist scriptures, and want to get rid of this endless cold.

And Lin Mengyao looked at the endless abyss, her eyes were hazy again, and her body couldn't help trembling.

She seemed to see a figure slowly pulled into the abyss.

He is struggling, and he is still firm in his eyes. When the disaster comes, his face is full of reluctance.

Lin Mengyao once thought about whether the firmness in his eyes would be for her.

Now, Lin Mengyao firmly believes that she will have herself, and how can she give up herself?

He will definitely come back!

"Zhang!"

Lin Mengyao waved her hand and pulled out her sword.

The Xuanling sword swallowed coldly, and the Taoist fairy held the divine sword in her hand and returned to coldness in her eyes.

She blinked her eyes and looked around below and coldly looked at the figures hidden in the ruins.

How can those devils be compared with him and stain his innocence?

"Boom!"

Lin Mengyao's body was full of vitality, and a crisp light circle rippled out of her body, breaking the darkness of the sky.

"Hum."

The sword was in front of her and went with the sword. She rushed down from the air with the divine sword, drew a blue shadow in the sky, and killed the figures hidden in the ruins.

Like a nine-day fairy, breaking the sky and falling into the mortal world, a sword across the sky, rolling up a thousand kinds of snow.

"Bum."

A sword was separated from the air, and the sword spirit condensed out, drawing a crack in the ruins.

"Ah!"

"Escape!"

•••••

Those disciples panicked and died immediately.

"Hmm!"

With a cold hum, Lin Mengyao's figure had reached it and waved her sword to kill.

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Oh."

•••••

I don't know thousands of swords and swords, but it is difficult to vent the hardships in her heart.

"Ah!"

"No!"

"Escape!"

•••••

There was a burst of panic and fear, but no one escaped.

A line of blood light rose with a sword, like cutting melons and vegetables, and a group of demon disciples were killed.

"Ban!"

Returning her hand and put the sword into the scabbard, Lin Mengyao found a high place in the bloody broken wall and sat down cross-legged.

She was in the cold wind and closed her star eyes slightly. The green silk danced with the wind, like a fairy falling into the yellow spring.

"What a heavy obsession!"

In front of the wooden house, Lingxiu quietly looked at the scene, frowned and sighed, and returned to the house.

The smart face in the room is always the same, speechless, just light thoughts.

The endless Buddha, the unsatisfactory ghost abys!