Chapter 4 Commission
The clouds in the sky, whether they are white clouds or dark clouds, have never been so close to the ground like the black clouds tonight, and the thunder has never been so deafening, and the lightning has never been so dazzling, almost making it difficult for him to look directly.

It seems that the sky is about to fall down.

Standing in the temple, Jiang Yuye watched Puzhi and Taoist Cangsong glaring at each other, fighting with each other.

Suddenly, there was an explosion of thunder, and at the moment when his ears were buzzing, a flash of lightning appeared across the sky, pierced into the earth, and landed on the long sword of Taoist Cangsong.

In a moment, Taoist Cangsong's clothes bulged up, his eyes widened, as if they were about to burst.At this time, under the intense electric light, the grass temple was like daytime.

Divine Sword Royal Lightning True Secret!

Unexpectedly, in order to win the 'Blood-devouring Orb', Cangsong actually resorted to one of the four magic techniques of 'Qingyun', the Excalibur Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue!

Hey.

Is the plot really unchangeable?

Looking at the lightning on the tip of the sword, Jiang Yuye secretly sighed inwardly, and in Puzhi's eyes, a strange frenzy appeared again.

"Is this the great power of the Taoist true law?"

Taoist Cangsong yelled loudly, drew the sword formula with his left hand, and shook his wrist with all his strength, the thunder rang, and the lightning light on the sword shot towards Puzhi.Along the way, the vegetation, trees, bricks and stones are all shaking and flying, only the road in the middle leaves a deep fiery mark.

Puzhi took three steps back, removed his handprints, clasped his palms together, his face was dignified, his whole body exuded a faint golden light, and he said in a low voice, "My Buddha is merciful!"

With a sound of "pa", all the remaining seven jasper rosary beads in front of him were shattered and turned into a huge "Buddha" character three feet in front of him.

The next moment, the electric light and the Buddha character collided together.

Suddenly there was a strong wind and thunderstorm, Jiang Yuye and Zhang Xiaofan were thrown out at the same time, Zhang Xiaofan passed out immediately, but Jiang Yuye, who was unlucky, bumped into the wall and fell to the ground. Spitting out blood, his whole body seemed to be falling apart.

He looked up at the two of them fighting, and his mood was unconsciously fluttering.

Pu Zhi was sucked into blood essence, although he was almost exhausted after a series of hard battles, but with his cultivation base there, even if Taoist Cangsong's cultivation base is not low, and he used the magic sword to control thunder, he is still no match for the former .

Withdrawing his sword, Taoist Cangsong wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his hand, then gave Puzhi a hard look, and said, "You have won the bald donkey this time, but you are full of blood after repeated battles." It is bound to suffer serious losses and almost burn out, and as long as you die at that time, the 'Blood-devouring Orb' will still be mine!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Accompanied by loud laughter, the originally mighty Cangsong Taoist retreated just like that.

The retreat was so abrupt, but reasonable.

Watching Taoist Cangsong leave, Puzhi wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back to the temple. Looking at Jiang Yuye who was struggling to stand up, a trace of gratitude and melancholy flashed across his eyes.

"Did the little benefactor get injured?"

"Unfortunately, it was blown away by the strong wind and hit the wall, but there should be no fear of life."

His whole body was in pain like a piercing heart, and Jiang Yuye was in pain, wishing he could pass out, but he was so stubborn that he just couldn't at this moment, and if he couldn't, he still had to be strong and strong.

There was no other reason, he had to wait until Pu Zhi left before he could pass out smoothly, otherwise if he was slaughtered by the old monk, wouldn't it be a big loss?

"That's good." Putting his palms together slightly with trembling hands, Puzhi recited 'Amitabha' and said: "Little benefactor, the poor monk was severely injured by the demon earlier, and under the traction of essence and blood, this body is exhausted. , there is a possibility of passing away at any time."

Say it.

Pu Zhi actually spit out another mouthful of blood.

"So before that, I hope the little benefactor can promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuye asked.

Although he is only eight or nine years old now, the seed of "Bole" should have been planted in Puzhi's heart through the previous "discussion", otherwise there would be no such thing now. The season of flowering.

"The poor monk hopes that if the little benefactor enters the 'Qingyunmen' in the future, when the Taoism is at its peak, he can go to Tianyin Temple and explain the situation to my senior brother. Is it possible?"

Looking at the old monk who was almost exhausted, Jiang Yuye understood the other party's intentions for a while.

Under the law of heaven, among the vast number of sentient beings, who will contribute their own cultivation methods to understand the "mystery of longevity"?
Not Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley!
Driven by reason, Jiang Yuye resisted the piercing pain, gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you, Master."

Ok.

On the day when I am utterly perfect in Daoism, I will definitely protect one or two of your apprentice 'Zhang Xiaofan' as well.

"Then thank you little benefactor."

There was a rare smile on the kindly face at this moment, Puzhi tremblingly picked up a 'rosary bead' that was on the verge of shattering, and handed it to Jiang Yuye, saying: "At that time, as long as you take this bead Just give the rosary to my senior brother."

Taking the rosary, Jiang Yuye carefully stuffed it into his bosom, and then glanced at Puzhi, who was benevolent and benevolent, and finally said a little bit unbearably: "Master, I don't know about you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the concern implied in it could be felt by anyone.

Indeed, with this 'rosary', even if Puzhi turns into a demon, Jiang Yuye doesn't have to worry that he will kill himself. It is necessary to know that the monks in Tianyin Temple always pay attention to promises, so he has every reason to believe that Puzhi really does not want to kill him. Will be playing tricks on himself.

When she put her heart in her belly, Jiang Yuye, who was no longer in danger of her life, naturally became concerned about Puzhi's plan.

Although he doesn't expect to prevent Puzhi from killing dozens of people in Caomiao Village, he has survived in this "world" for eight or nine years, and he still has affection for the "Jiang family" couple who gave birth to and raised him. .

He fumbled out a red pill from his bosom, about the size of a finger, it was plain, Puzhi hesitated and finally swallowed it.

"Maybe return to Tianyin Temple, or..."

Without finishing his sentence, he just raised his head and looked towards the distant mountains.

It finally rained in the sky.

Qingyun Mountain stands in the wind and rain, hazy and mysterious.

There was a 'snap'!
The neck seemed to have been severely cut with a hand knife, Jiang Yuye struggled to look at Puzhi who was shaking his head and smiling wryly.

Consciousness gradually fell into darkness, but at the moment when he was about to faint, Jiang Yuye still said intermittently: "Please... big... master... show me... my parents... my subordinates... show me... love..."

(End of this chapter)

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