Two spiritual boats, one left and one right, immediately turned the bow of the boat, flew across the lake and rushed straight into the school of strange fish.

"Dangdangdangdang..." With a sound of knocking, Ye Xuan on the spiritual boat slowly opened his eyes.

A big bald head caught his eyes, and he was so close to him that he beat the wooden fish at him and sang Buddhist songs. Ye Xuan touched his head and felt that his head hurt.

"Monk, what are you doing?"

"Donor Ye, after listening to this song by me, the donor is too obsessed with it. The general mantra is beneficial or harmless."

You Mu squeezed in his delicate body and said softly: "Master Jin Fan is helping you, don't blame the master."

Ye Xuan suddenly realized and looked at his arms and chest, with a layer of green liquid applied to it, which scattered the fragrance of the scent of the syrup herbs. It was supposed to be the ones Youmu applied to him.

Master Jin Fan had a sad face. After singing the Buddha's song, he saw Ye Xuan leaving. He grabbed him and said that he would talk about Buddha's name for seven days to resolve his obsession in his heart, so as not to get too deep into the path of demons.

"I am a disciple of the Demon Sect." Ye Xuan's face changed immediately after hearing Seven Days, and he complained in his heart.

In the next half day, in the spiritual boat, Master Jin Fan recited poems and sang Buddha songs, and talked about the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to the Avici Hell.

At first, Ye Xuan was patient. After all, the master was kind-hearted, but later, his hands were difficult to control himself and he couldn't help but clenched into fists.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

Ye Xuan said hoarsely: "Master Jin Fan, I seem to be unable to bear it anymore. Can Master, this wooden fish stop for a while?"

Master Jin Fan had an old face, and he still hadn't heard Ye Xuan's words. He was immersed in Buddhism and said sadly: "There are eight sufferings in life. Can Donor Ye know which eight sufferings are?"

"I know." Ye Xuan's face changed and he quickly replied.

"The eight sufferings of life, the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the suffering of love and separation..." Master Jin Fan muttered to himself.

Ye Xuan's face darkened. He knew why he had to say it out loud. With the clanging sound, Ye Xuan's hands, which were clenched into fists, couldn't help but hold them tighter.

"The sea of ​​suffering is the world, all sentient beings suffer. No matter how ordinary people practice, they are hard to escape the eight sufferings..."

"Master, I really can't stand it anymore." Ye Xuan hugged his head with his hands.

"Dangdangdangdang..." Master Jin Fan still didn't realize it, and seemed to be unable to see Ye Xuan's uncomfortable expression, and sang the Buddhist song.

Ye Xuan shook his head and slammed his body uncontrollably. His right fist suddenly doubled and he hit Master Jin Fan's forehead with one punch.

"Bang." With a muffled sound, the old monk fell down and the spiritual boat suddenly became clear.

Ye Xuan's eyes were bright, and he couldn't stand it for half a day. If he didn't punch, the old monk would really make him talk about it for seven days, and he would have to go astray.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Several mine slaves came to bring tea and hurriedly helped Master Jin Fan who was lying on the ground.

Ye Xuan glared at the few people and said lightly: "Master said that Buddha is tired and he is asleep. Don't wake up the master."

Several mine slaves had stiff faces and looked at the big bag on Master Jin Fan's forehead. Knowing that Ye Xuan was talking nonsense, they did not dare to refute it. They set up Master Jin Fan and hurriedly hid in the cabin of the spiritual boat.

After driving away a few people, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged. Youmu looked at Ye Xuan charmingly, sat aside and said, "I will protect the master."

Ye Xuan concentrated his mind and looked inside. His spiritual consciousness fell on his chest. The ninth dragon elephant restriction was barely portrayed successfully. This was done by him in a state of almost madness.

"It's a pity that the years are too long, and the essence of the inner alchemy is not there." Ye Xuan turned his hand and white round beads appeared in the palm of his palm. There were bronze inscriptions on it, and inexplicable pressure was spread. It was the inner alchemy of the fish and dragon.

(End of this chapter)
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