Immortal Voices

Ningyue screamed, and fell to the ground in pain, her layers of black mist escaping out of her body as if driven away by something.

With the passage of these black mists, Condensing Moon's smooth and tender cheeks began to appear wrinkles, and her ink-like hair slowly turned gray.

Ningyue Yue widened her eyes and looked to the left to protect the Fa. She looked terrified: "Buddha, you are a Buddhist."

In response to her, Zuo Hufa lightly twisted the beads, and there was no sadness or joy in Amitabha.

The face of the condensing moon has been aging, and she is shrouded in golden Buddha light, a large '卍' Buddhist text flashing, seems to want to wrap her in.

Seeing the danger of Condensing Moon, Ayi turned around and bound the Condensing Moon with a chain of forbidden spirits in her hand, and then escaped with the Condensing Moon.

Lou Hanxi couldn't stop a grandma from seeing so many people, staring at the forbidden spirit chain, his face gloomy like water: "It's ridiculous to take the artifact given by the Lord.

She said coldly: "Yuewei goes after him, let alone kill him."

Yuewei heard the order and quickly chased in the direction of Im and Yueyue.

Lou Hanxi waved her hands, and the shadows receded into the darkness. Her attention fell on the selflessness: "Masterlessness, it's been a long time."

No one gently bowed his head, his temperament was refined, like a cloud that was not dusty above the sky for nine days: "The Hanxi donor."

Lou Hanxi's look was complicated: "I remember that the master was the host of the Hanxi Temple. Now he calls my name. How does the master feel?"

Wuwu smiled low, diluting the holy Zen of the whole body, like the fairy who fell into the dust: "I miss it very much."

Lou Hanxi looked sad and hate, sad without my present attitude, hate the culprits causing all of this.

Wuwu was picked up by the Hanxi Temple host to raise and grow up, and is the same age as Jingtang, a young girl. Lou Hanxi often went to Hanxi Temple with Jingtang to find Wuxi.

Without me, I will tell a lot of stories, I will make food that is hard to refuse, and she will make the most delicious wine in the world. Her winemaking skills are a little bit learned from without me, but without me, I do n’t make wine anymore. Already.

Lou Hanxi still remembers the original appearance without me, his arrogant demeanor, his brilliant talents, and his unrefined temperament surrounded by magpies.

But now it is no longer visible, and the immortal immortal falling into the world is always regrettable and regrettable.

Lou Hanxi was silent. Perhaps the regret in her eyes was too obvious. The movement of turning the beads without me stopped and said sincerely, "The donor in Hanxi need not be like this, everything is fixed."

Lou Hanxi didn't help but stabbed him: "Since you know it is a fixed number, why don't you immerse yourself in the past and get out."

Without a bitter smile, I said frankly, "It is the practice of a poor monk who is not yet home."

He looked at the dead bodies around him, sighed and said intently, "Han Xi, you have killed too many people, and you have too many targets for revenge. The cost of this road is too great for you to bear."

Lou Hanxi said stubbornly: "I will soon have nothing except this life, and it doesn't matter at any cost."

She was surrounded by a layer of black mist, and her voice blew up: "Master, let me, a man full of sin, do this kind of thing going to hell. If you can, you can still be the supreme monk, Purdue people . "

She fluttered into a dark mist and flew towards the courtyard where she had been watching. Behind her, several shadows followed.

In situ, I stood silent for a long time without me.

After a long time, he looked up at the sky, and seemed to see the high Buddha through the obstacles.

He murmured softly, "I am compassionate, and my magic is boundless. Why can't I save a little girl?"

The voice came out, and after a while without me, he realized that he was resentful in his heart, and resentful to his Buddha.

Once, her little girl said, "You convert to Buddha, I'll convert to you, how is it?"

He said, "OK."

Then, he who converted to the Buddha lost his beloved girl, and the girl who converted to him lost his life.

From then on, he broke the killing ring, impaired the practice, and with reluctance, rebelled against the Buddha.

There is no such holy monk in this world who can not even save himself, how to save people.

Without my eyes, a faint flash of black air flashed back, and changed back to that inscrutable left protection method.

Zuo Hufa rubbed his forehead in distress and turned away. The task that the Lord gave him to protect the young master is not over yet, and he should do his part to be faithful.

On the other side, Rong Xian walked into the room, and the night pearl took this humble house like daylight.

She sat at the table and looked at Bai Changyue who had just walked in, her fingertips moved slightly, and a silver needle was dressed in a gold wire by lightning toward Bai Changyue.

Bai Changyue was startled, his hands consciously grabbed toward the silver needle, and his heart twitched endlessly. Why was Rong Xian trying to hit her?

Before she could figure it out, she saw that silver needle suddenly turned and stuck on her wrist.

At the same time, the golden thread circulated around her wrist, and by the way tied the silver needle to her wrist.

Everything happened only in the blink of an eye. Bai Changyue returned to his mind and just wanted to question Rong Xian, but saw Rong Xian frown slightly and press his fingertips on the silk thread.

Bai Changyue froze, this is the pulse?

Yan Fei came in and saw the scene, sitting silently on the other side of the table, watching Rong Xian's movements with interest.

How high is Rong Xian's medical technique to see who has turned her medicine over, it will become clear. The first person recognized in the world to see her cure, or incurable diseases such as Bai Changyue, is really rare. what.

Bai Changyue also knows that if there is anyone in the world who can cure her ills, Rong Xian is the only one, so he stared at Rong Xian without blinking, and each frown of Rong Xian made her frightened, lest Heard bad news.

A moment later, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around Bai Changyue's wrist loosened with a silver needle. After breaking away from Bai Changyue, she turned around in the surprised eyes of the two and wrapped around Yan Fei's wrist.

Yan Fei raised her eyebrows, and did not expect that this thread found her again.

But she didn't move, and allowed Rong Xian to investigate her injuries, and Bai Changyue sat beside Yan Fei and waited.

The time for Yan Fei's pulse diagnosis was much shorter than that of Bai Changyue, and Rong Xian took back the gold thread after he knew the two's physical condition.

"Doctor Rong, how?" Bai Changyue tried to suppress the expectation in her heart, and asked with a trembling voice. She didn't even dare to ask the question, "Can you cure it?"

She was afraid that she would be disappointed again. If Rongxian couldn't cure it, and no one would be able to heal again, she would be like this in her life.

Rong Xian didn't sell her son, her lips raised a warm arc, her eyes as clear as the sky were full of tolerance, with a touch of comfort: "Can cure, don't worry."

Bai Changyue's tight body loosened, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help falling down.