My brother is so stable

Li Changshou's voice lingered in her ears, and she was still not in a hurry, "Don't be in a hurry, at a time like this, the more you are in a hurry, the easier it is to delay things.

Ok……

You immediately think of one thing, your favorite thing, it can be a pet or something. "

Youqin Xuanya murmured: "Is it okay to give me the spirit beast?"

"Well, very good, pay attention to your emotions, imagine it is in front of you, wagging its tail slightly at you, and then...

He was suddenly hit by a rock, and unfortunately passed away, bleeding from the head, very miserable, and you buried it. "

Youqin Xuanya bit her lower lip lightly, and the scene of her burying the little spirit beast appeared in her heart, her eyes were filled with self-blame, and her face was extremely gloomy.

But Li Changshou soon discovered that her emotions were pure sadness, with less 'anger'.

Therefore, Li Changshou added another sentence:

"Then, when you didn't notice, the body of this little spirit beast was stolen.

You search for the trace and check all the way, check all the way, and move forward slowly..."

Youqin Xuanya subconsciously stepped forward and entered the hall again, and Li Changshou's voice was like a magic voice, affecting her mind:

"It was dug out and roasted."

Youqin Xuanya's beautiful eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

In the darkness, Li Changshou immediately sent a voice:

"Yes! Just like this emotion, keep it!

Go to Master Jiu Wu's side!

Light three sticks of incense, kowtow three times after bowing down, and say those words! "

Youqin Xuanya took a light breath, and immediately stepped forward, and Li Changshou also dispelled the wind curse in an instant;

Immortal consciousness dare not enter the palace, but just observe from a distance.

Just then, Youqin Xuanya, the chief disciple of the young generation of Duxianmen, walked around the sobbing Jiuwu, picked up three pillars of purple incense and lit them, and put them in the incense burner;

Then he took two steps back, knelt down on the futon beside Jiuwu, bowed his head and kowtowed three times.

Jiu Wu turned his head and glanced, somewhat puzzled.

Her long hair was a little messy, her ice blue dress bloomed like a lotus flower, and her complexion was quite sad...

"Xuanya, a Taoist disciple, is now the source of the Daoist inheritance of this sect, the sage master of the Three Religions Taiqing!

Du Xianmen was handed down the Wuwei Sutra by Duer Daoist, and used it as the foundation of the door. He regarded the Taiqing sage as the ancestor, and lived with the orthodox Taoism.

Today, the foreign demons are scheming to save the immortals indiscriminately, with vicious intentions, and there is no reason for me to save the immortals!

It is by no means that my immortal sect has provoked this demon!

Please ask the sage master to observe clearly! "

After saying that, Youqin Xuanya knelt down again, and began to recite the first volume of "The Sutra of Inaction".

Jiuwu was stunned for a moment, how does it feel... What she said is more advanced than what she just yelled...

this time……

As Youqin Xuanya recited the second sentence of the Inaction Sutra, the portrait in front of her shook slightly.

An indescribable, indescribable, and extremely obscure dao rhyme floated out of the self-portrait, and then disappeared on the portrait!

Chapter 91 Paper Army Bald Attack! 【Ask for a recommendation ticket】

Today, the wind in Tushita Palace suddenly became a little noisy...

Why is there someone crying in my ear?

Under a tree in the corner of the backyard of Tushita Palace, the young Taoist in a blue robe frowned slightly.

As he was meditating, he looked at the blurry picture that suddenly appeared in his heart:

A short Taoist five or six feet tall was bending over and sobbing, and next to the short Taoist was a good-looking female disciple who also looked sad...

The young Taoist smiled wryly and sighed faintly.

'Teacher, you are like this again.

You don't want to go out and walk, but the disciple also wants to practice with peace of mind. '

What they worshiped should be the teacher's portrait. I don't have a portrait or sculpture that has been passed down in the prehistoric era.

The teacher's realm is really too mysterious, he directly 'slid' the cause and effect onto his disciple...

"However, you are really good enough to disturb the teacher who stays behind closed doors all year round and doesn't like to ask questions about everything..."

With a chuckle, the young Taoist slowly stood up.

He pinched his fingers and calculated, followed the guidance given to him by the teacher, a little enlightenment appeared in his heart, and said softly:

"It turned out that there were foreign enemies looking for trouble for Duxianmen, and Duxianmen suffered disaster out of thin air...

My Renjiao Daocheng did not take the initiative to cause trouble, but someone wants to use my Renjiao Daocheng to provoke the relationship between the three religions?

Tsk, this has to be taken care of.

Last time in the Yuelao Temple, I broke the marriage clay figurine of a little guy from the Duxianmen. This time I went to help the Duxianmen, which can be regarded as breaking the cause and effect. "

Before the young Taoist could finish his words, he seemed to just take a random step, and his figure appeared outside the Tushita Palace;

After walking a few more steps, he had already arrived at the West Heaven Gate, his figure floated out, and the heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the gate didn't notice...

In a short time, the young man had already left the Nine Heavens Tower, overlooking this magnificent wild land from a high altitude.

"The Gate of Immortal Du is passed down by Fellow Daoist Duer, but you can take Fellow Daoist Duer with you and let Fellow Daoist Duer take action.

In this way, the cause and effect of the poor way is much smaller.

There is another trouble...

Although Fellow Daoist Du'er is only a registered disciple of the teacher, during the time he listened to the teacher's lectures several times, before Pindao entered the door, Pindao should call him senior brother.

But we are the only person passed down by the teacher, he is named, and he should be called a poor brother...