Static magic body bleeding at the moment still hung some ground meat is your honour flesh and blood.
His eyes were full of terrible red light.
Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu had long been on guard against Liu Yaozhu’s flash toward Lin Yi, and Lin Yi also instantly hit the static magic paw. Lin Yi had little strength. He had a plan to deal with the static magic, and now he was here to lure the static magic, so that the static magic could not know that he was a strong enemy.
When Lin Yi slapped the static talons, he felt the evil force of the static talons invade his body. Lin Yi pretended to be in pain and called out. Then he cried in horror at Liu Yaozhu, "Sister in ghosts, run …"
Liu Yaozhu quickly fled in one direction.
Static magic that iron hand also grasp to Lin Yi Lin Yi staggered a just flashed this iron hand blow, and then Lin Yi randomly toward the static magic tapping out a few palms and ran behind Liu Yaozhu.
Static magic naturally won’t let them go easily. He makes a deep magic call and makes track for them.
Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu pretended to run for their lives in panic.
The two men plundered the grave and ran south. The static demon also flew to the hill and continued to chase them. The two of them ran out of a mile. Lin Yi deliberately let the static demon chase him and made a few moves, and then continued to flee for life in horror.
The static demon chased after another paragraph. He seemed to feel that the two men were not easy to catch, so he stopped chasing.
Lin Yi shouted at Liu Yaozhu, "Sister, take a break when you can’t run … This is uglier than ghosts …"
Although Jing Mo’s mind is unclear, Lin Yi can still understand his ugliness.
Static magic angry magic called shape and swept up the chase.
At this time, the wooden fish rang ahead.
Chapter two hundred and sixty-seven To wooden fish (2)
Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu left for Muyu, and Jingmo still followed them and kept getting closer to them.
As Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu hurried ahead, a forest appeared in the early morning mist.
The wooden fish came out of the forest.
Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu flew into this forest.
At the moment, there is a young monk walking in the forest. He is wearing a cassock, with beads in his hand and wooden fish in his hand.
Lin Yifei flitted by and winked at the young monk, who got the message.
Then Lin Yi and Liu Yaozhu flashed behind the tree.
At the moment, the ghostly image of Static Magic also flashes.
When the young monk saw the figure of Jing Mo, he sat cross-legged in front of the tree and continued to knock on the wooden fish’s mouth and read the scriptures.
Static magic figure also to his sudden stop.
Jing Mo cocked his head and looked at the young monk. He listened quietly to the wooden fish and chanting.
Monks’ beads, cassocks, wooden fish, chanting, all these made Jing Mo relax physically and mentally at this moment, and the bloodthirsty red light in his eyes became infatuated.
A picture appeared in his chaotic mind.
Although he became a demon, this picture still hides the deepest part of his heart.
Now this painting has been awakened
In the picture, there is a Buddhist hall with three big Buddha statues in the center, Sakyamuni Buddha on both sides, Pharmacist Buddha and South Amitabha Buddha on both sides, and ten arhats in different shapes.
In the temple, there are rows of bald monks sitting cross-legged with fragrance.
Monks look solemn and pious.
Monks knocked on the wooden fish’s mouth and recited scriptures.
At the forefront are three monks, who are also the heads of all the monks. Two of the three monks are old, and the middle one has gray eyebrows and wrinkled face. The monk on the left is also old, and his body is shriveled and thin, but the monk on the right is very young. His skin is as white as wax and his face is handsome.
At this moment, the static demon soul seems to travel back to that early morning and that temple several years ago.
He stepped into the hall and looked at the chanting monks. Then he walked slowly forward to the three monks who had recently sung the song.
The two old monks looked up, and they were still knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras, but they smiled at the static demon, as warm as the sun in winter.
The static demon said to the middle-aged monk, "What’s your name?"
The old monk replied, "Flying clouds."
Static demon asked the shriveled old monk on the right.
"What’s your name again?"
The shriveled old monk said "flying across"
Then Jing Mo went to the young monk with white wax skin, and he crouched down slowly.
He felt that the young monk was familiar.
Jing Mo looked at the young monk and said, "What’s your name again?"
The young monk stared at him with clear eyes and said, "I am you and you are me. Don’t you know my name? I don’t know if I am a person? "
Quiet magic way "I don’t know"
The young monk sighed and said, "You’ve been lost for too long, and you’ve forgotten who you are and where you came from. Then I’ll tell you my name is-flying candle!"
Flying candles!
At this moment, the static demon made a tingle. In front of him, the hall and all the monks disappeared like the sun, and the monks in the hall did not fly clouds and cross, and even the flying candle slowly disappeared.
There is a forest in front of me and a monk sitting cross-legged in front of this tree.
So the static demon slowly squatted down and the young monk stopped chanting and looked at him with his eyes open. Although he faced the terrible static demon, the young monk’s face was not afraid.