The next day, the young monk feigned illness and refused to leave because he had lost the golden Buddha. The old monk had no choice but to go out for alms. He checked the disciple's body and found that he was completely fine, so he went to the market muttering.

It took a few days. The female ghost would come to the young monk every night and help the young monk get the golden Buddha. To be honest, the old monk's magic power was profound, but he was a passerby. There was no need to fight. The one behind the female ghost was

The tree spirit also knew that he would not gain any advantage if he fought hard, so he gave up.

But fate will always come unknowingly. Yang Xuan has already understood at this time that this is the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story, and it has nothing to do with him anyway, so he just let him go, and he can go home after he recovers from his injuries.

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But when people are sitting at home, trouble comes from the sky. The healing process is going smoothly. I don't know what is going on with these people and ghosts. Even if they don't come up to the second floor, Yang Xuan is happy to be quiet.

But this day was unusual. The young monk brought back a heroic man. The two of them whispered. It turned out that they planned to find out the old monk's whereabouts from Xiaoqian. No wonder they hadn't seen the old monk for several days. It turned out that the master was kidnapped by a monster.

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Needless to say, the heroic man is Yan Chixia. According to what Yang Xuan knows, this guy got the relics of the Yan Chixia he knew before embarking on the path of spiritual practice. It seems that I have a chance to ask him, Yan Chixia is now

How have you been?

Unexpectedly, this young Yan Chixia directly attacked the tree demon. Not only was the first floor beaten to pieces, but even the second floor wing began to collapse. A swordsmanship expert attacked, and a tree demon kept coming.

Absolutely, not to mention how hot the fight was.

After a "Ping Lin Pong" sound, young Yan Chixia was directly punched into Yang Xuan's wing. The situation was urgent, and no one was found in the room.

The tree demon was unreasonable, and countless branches began to grow rapidly, with great plans to tie up young Yan Chixia, but young Yan Chixia was very skilled, holding a big sword and constantly cutting off these branches that were thrust towards her body.

Coming branches.

Seeing that the two of them were getting bigger and more energetic, and there were faint signs of fighting towards him, Yang Xuan yelled in his heart, "You two, don't come over."

In the midst of the electric light and flint, young Yan Chixia’s back leaned against Yang without any surprise.

On Xuan's body, a strong force instantly launched the man and the demon from the second floor directly to the outside of Lanruo Temple. This was the force that Yang Xuan had only restrained a moment ago, otherwise these two guys would have been shocked to death.

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Yang Xuan became extremely angry when he thought of Hongjun's serious old face and the fingers that kept rubbing on his hands.

The one person and the demon who were thrown away were dumbfounded for a moment. After looking at each other, they quickly moved away from each other.

"Old monster, who is in the wing on the second floor of Lanruo Temple?"

"Humph, young man, how did I know that Lanruo Temple is not in my charge."

The two looked at each other and fought together again. At the critical moment, Xiaoqian secretly reported to the two so that they could retreat smoothly.

The next day was broad daylight. The young monk and the old man finally found the imprisoned old monk through their unremitting efforts. The three returned to Lanruo Temple together. When they heard that Yan Chixia was knocked away by something on the second floor, the old monk

I also became curious.

After discussion, the three decided to go to the second floor of Lanruo Temple to see what was going on. The old monk was blind, so of course the young monk, as his apprentice, had to carry him.

When the three of them came to the wing, Yan Chixia blinked her eyes hard. She must have been dreaming. Yesterday, this place was badly damaged. The bed, chairs, and cabinets were all smashed to pieces. Of course, this was not her.

One person's credit is also shared by the tree demon.

A man with no clothes on his body is sitting cross-legged in the middle. He has a solemn look, starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his facial contours are orderly. Looking at him gives people a very comfortable feeling, but when he sees him, that

He couldn't bear to gamble, there wasn't a good piece of meat on his body, and the bones in his arms were all sticking out.

Yan Chixia was a little unsure and asked the old monk, "Master, do you have any thoughts about the person sitting in front of you?"

The old monk was shocked, "It's impossible, there's no one in this room at all."

As soon as the old monk said this, the young monk and Yan Chixia shuddered suddenly, maybe the person in front of them was a ghost.

As if feeling the strange gaze, Yan Chixia said awkwardly, "What are ghosts to be afraid of? We didn't have a fight with a tree spirit yesterday."

"Don't talk nonsense, go and see what he is?" the little monk

urged.

Yan Chixia swallowed her saliva and stretched out her hand towards Yang Xuan's breath. The more she stretched out, the slower the speed became. In the end, it was almost like a turtle crawling. Yan Chixia was now muttering in her heart, using magic power to

He said that the old monk has completely defeated himself. At his level, is there anyone who can not only see with glasses, but also feel it? Could it be that the eminent monks would also be wrong?

Just when Yan Chixia's fingers were about to be placed under Yang Xuan's breath, a pair of eyes opened faintly. Yan Chixia was stunned, with such deep eyes, such terrifying eyes, as if she was constantly in his eyes.

Not as good as an ant.

In just a moment, Yang Xuan's eyes returned to a gentle state, and the depth just now seemed to be an illusion.

"What is your relationship with Yan Chixia?" Yang Xuan woke up and went straight to the topic and asked.

Yan Chixia was stunned, "I, I am Yan Chixia, do I know you?"

Yang Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and showed a disdainful look, "Fart, Yan Chixia is a bearded man. Besides, he was already middle-aged when we separated more than a hundred years ago. Don't tell me that you will rejuvenate."

More than a hundred years ago......

The three of them went offline instantly.

"What do you call this senior?" After the old monk got off his disciple, he respectfully said to Yang Xuan. Just now, there were only three of him in the room, and he didn't know what happened. Suddenly, a person appeared in the room. This pair of old monks

It's really shocking. One person can approach three people without making a sound, which means he can take the lives of three people without making a sound.

"Old monk, I'll tell you later. I suggest you consolidate your cultivation. Your status is no longer stable." Yang Xuan complained and asked again to young Yan Chixia, "Say quickly, Yan Chixia."

Where."

Young Yan Chixia didn't know if what Yang Xuan said was true. She scratched her head and said bravely, "Yan Chixia is in retreat in Kunlun Mountain. I, I am just a junior. Jin, he taught me some

He sent me down the mountain because of his magic and cultivation methods. I thought he had a great reputation, so I used it for myself."

"Huh~~~"
Chapter completed!