The demon witch is her white moonlight

Ji Yuxuan pointed at Zhongle Xiaoyi's eyebrows, pushed her lightly, and said in a tone of annoyance and anger, "You!"

Le Xiaoyi shook his head, buried it in Ji Yuxuan's neck, giggled sullenly, and said for a long time, "Although you said no, I still want to go."

"To see Zen Master Yongfeng?" Ji Yuxuan raised her eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"En." Le Xiaoyi nodded patiently and replied, "I don't want to let this opportunity pass, and since you are also in contact, you must know Zen Master Yongfeng better than I do. We can cooperate."

Looks decent, now will Xuantian Palace be listed as a partner?

The smile in Ji Yuxuan's eyes deepened, he cupped Le Xiaoyi's face with both hands, and asked her with a smile: "Then how do you want to cooperate?"

Le Xiaoyi blinked, didn't speak, just leaned into Ji Yuxuan's arms, grabbed the woman's chin like a puppy, and then kissed her along the soft curve of the chin, gently engulfing the woman's plump lips, Bit by bit, Ji Yuxuan was pushed down on the table, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered all over the floor.

Ji Yuxuan let her kiss her until she was almost out of breath, the temperature rose, and the atmosphere between the two of them became charming and warm. Then Ji Yuxuan gently pushed Le Xiaoyi's shoulder, and looked at her with a smile: "Le Young Sect Master, which song is this singing?"

"Beauty trick." Le Xiaoyi let out a breath, and rubbed Ji Yuxuan with the tip of his nose, "I'm afraid that the young palace lord will not agree, so let's stabilize the young palace lord's heart first."

The curved corners of Ji Yuxuan's lips deepened, and she said with a smile, "But the beauty trick doesn't seem to be like this."

"Beauties are obsessed with scheming, isn't it a beauty scheming?" Le Xiaoyi's breathing gradually deepened, and the angles of each kiss became more and more tricky, from the uncontrollable ups and downs of Ji Yuxuan's heart and the sporadic groans overflowing from the corners of her lips Found clues.

She still dares to call herself a beauty, and she is not ashamed, but her skin is much thicker than before.

Ji Yuxuan twisted Le Xiaoyi's ears, and said angrily: "Unreasonable." His voice was hoarse, as if covered by a thin layer of veil.

After she finished speaking, she loosened her fingers, and the soft fingertips brushed against Le Xiaoyi's ears, lingered behind her sensitive ears, and sank into the black and smooth hair along the root of her hair.

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The next day, Le Xiaoyi went down the mountain according to the original plan. At the foot of Longyin Mountain, there was a carriage prepared by Wu Tuo for her. Anyway, she was not in good health. Le Xiaoyi did not refuse Wu Tuo's kindness. On the couch, close your eyes and take a nap in a daze.

From Sword God Sect to Yuezhou, the carriage would take three to four days. During this period, Le Xiaoyi did not relax, and continued to practice the magic calculation on the carriage.

After the chariots and horses arrived in Yuezhou, they walked more and more remote, and came to a sparsely populated village. They continued to walk up the mountain, and they could faintly see the red walls and black tiles of the temple, as well as sporadic incense sticks.

Although the mountain road is rugged, there are pilgrims coming and going from time to time. Before entering the mountain, the monk stopped the carriage. The monk repeatedly warned Wu Tuo that he had to walk up the mountain, and he should not behave frivolously and make loud noises, which disturbed Zen Master Yongfeng's practice.

Wu Tuo asked Le Xiaoyi what he meant, and Le Xiaoyi waved his sleeves: "Just follow what the mage said."

So everyone got out of their chariots and walked, leaving the chariots, horses and coachmen at the foot of the mountain.

Le Xiaoyi came to find Zen Master Yongfeng to ask Dan Fang, not to rob a house, so he didn't bring many people with him on the surface, only Wu Tuo and the two sword shadow guards, and the rest separated from them at the foot of the mountain, pretending to be pilgrims. Among the crowd, follow them up the mountain one after another.

The temple was full of incense, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims. Hearing that Zen Master Yongfeng was teaching scriptures and Dharma to everyone in the Guanyin Hall, Le Xiaoyi led Wu Tuo to the Guanyin Hall.

After arriving at the Guanyin Hall, Le Xiaoyi discovered that the hall was in the back hall instead of the front yard, and there were obviously fewer people.

In front of the hall, a sweeping monk stopped Le Xiaoyi and the others, his attitude was polite but indifferent, and he said indifferently: "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to Guanyin Hall to listen to Zen Master Yongfeng's teaching." Le Xiaoyi replied respectfully.

The monk's eyes fell on Le Xiaoyi, and he saw that she had an extraordinary bearing, and her clothes looked simple, but in fact they were very particular about the materials, so she looked like she was not an ordinary girl.

Even though he couldn't figure out Le Xiaoyi's identity, the little monk didn't dare to neglect, his expression was obviously softer, he clasped his palms together and said aloud, and said: "This female benefactor, Chan Master Yongfeng's sutra meeting needs to be held in advance. Submit the greeting card, I wonder if you have the documents to enter the palace?"

Le Xiaoyi pondered, it was really rare for a mere Zen master to engage in such a big battle.

She winked at Wu Tuo, Wu Tuo understood, and handed over the document with both hands. This document was brought back by Ah Jiu after seeing Zen Master Yongfeng last time. waiting.

Presumably the document given to her by Chan Master Yongfeng is different from what others got.

Le Xiaoyi observed the monk's subtle expression, and indeed saw a fleeting surprise in the other's eyes, and then quickly subsided, the rest was as quiet and deep as a lake.

He saluted Le Xiaoyi respectfully, with a slight smile on his face: "The benefactor turns out to be the Young Sect Master of the Sword God Sect, sorry for your disrespect!"

Le Xiaoyi waved his hand and asked him, "Can we go in?"

"Of course." The monk nodded, stepped aside, waved to another young monk not far away, and said to him, "Junior brother, I will take these benefactors to the Guanyin Hall, and you will guard here for me."

The little monk did not doubt that he was there, and nodded with his hands together: "Senior brother, go and come back quickly."

Le Xiaoyi and his entourage arrived at the Guanyin Hall under the leadership of the monks. The hall is not big, but there are many pilgrims, about [-] or so, and the whole hall is packed to the brim.

Before they stepped into the hall, the monk who led the way told them to stop and wait a while, and then entered the hall through the side door, thinking that the elder brother protector whispered something in his ear.

The guardian monk raised his eyes to see Le Xiaoyi and the others, and immediately signaled the little novice who was waiting for dispatch to bring a futon, and asked the monk to pass a message to Le Xiaoyi, because there was not enough space in the hall, he could only add one seat for Le Xiaoyi Enter the temple alone.

Wu Tuo's eyes showed displeasure, they walked all the way, they were made things difficult several times, and now they want Le Xiaoyi to walk into the crowd alone, if something happens, how can he guarantee Le Xiaoyi's safety.

He was about to argue with the monk, but he saw Le Xiaoyi waved his hand, signaling him not to talk too much, and then he agreed to the monk's request, leaving Wu Tuo and the two sword shadow guards outside the hall, and walked by himself Enter the hall to listen to the Zen master's lecture.

Zen Master Yongfeng has a slightly fat body, big earlobes, and kind-hearted eyebrows. His appearance resembles the Maitreya Buddha depicted in Buddhist scriptures. This must be one of the reasons why he is respected.

As soon as Le Xiaoyi entered the hall, Chan Master Yongfeng noticed her.

The eyes of the two met in the air, Chan Master Yongfeng remained calm, and nodded kindly at Chaole Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi went to do as the Romans do, and bowed to the Avalokitesvara statue in the hall with folded hands.

She is still very close to the Buddhist monks, and she feels that she has a certain relationship with Buddhism. First, she received the favor of Huaifa when she first entered the fantasy world. Later, she and Ji Yuxuan did not know each other for some reason. Passing by a Buddhist temple, the little nun in the Buddhist hall did a fortune telling for her and gave her advice.

In addition, Yanzhu presided over and taught her the secrets of heaven and magic, and she came to this temple to seek the Nirvana Dandan formula for Huai Dharma. All these things piled up, which made her feel that the place where the Buddhist temple is located is close and soothing.

But although Zen Master Yongfeng was born like a Buddha, he has no Buddha heart. His smiling eyes hide too many emotions.

There are incenses everywhere in this Buddhist temple, but it is contaminated with the bad habits of the world, making it impossible for people to find purity in this Buddhist temple, and it also gave Le Xiaoyi a strong feeling that although these monks practice Buddha in their mouths, they are chanting in their hearts. In fact, they are all ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Le Xiaoyi felt emotional. Once upon a time, she saw a Buddhist monastery made of vows. The people at the foot of the mountain were grateful, and the monks in the sect went up the mountain to chop firewood, went down to fetch water, and memorized scriptures on the way.

There is a Buddha sitting in their hearts, so each of them is also a living Buddha.

It's a pity that such a sect that cared about the compassion of the world fell in that catastrophe, and even the last host blew himself up to death not long ago.

Le Xiaoyi sat in the Guanyin Hall and listened to scriptures, but he was thinking about the mountains and rivers outside the temple.

If the war continues for a day, the people will be in dire straits every day. For every soldier killed in battle, an old man may lose his children, and a child may lose his parents.

Practitioners shouldn't ask about suffering in the world, but this catastrophe comes from the selfishness of practitioners. Those who stand on the high ground can only see power and fame, but not the common people's sorrow.

At some point, the lecture ended, and the pilgrims got up one after another, joined hands together to salute Chan Master Yongfeng, and then left one after another.

The remaining few seemed to be still immersed in the scriptures taught by Chan Master Yongfeng, and one or two went to the front, kneeling respectfully on the ground, asking Chan Master Yongfeng to pray for blessings.

Le Xiaoyi watched quietly until everyone left.

"Sect Master Le Shao." Zen Master Yongfeng stood up, his fat body was covered in dark yellow monk robes, holding a string of nanmu beads in his hand, with a kind smile on his face, but no mercy in his eyes, only for Le Xiaoyi A sense of budget savvy.

Le Xiaoyi clasped his hands together, with a humble expression: "Zen Master Yongfeng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Sovereign Young Master, you are being polite, there is no need to be so polite." Zen Master Yongfeng suggested with a smile, "There are many people in the outer hall, so why don't Master Young Master go sit and talk with the old monk in the side hall."

When Wu Tuo outside the hall heard this, he immediately wanted to enter the hall, but was blocked by the guardian monks.

Le Xiaoyi waved his hands with his back to him, and replied: "Just as the Zen master said."

Wu Tuo was excited, but saw Le Xiaoyi's hand behind his back making a subtle gesture towards him, Wu Tuo understood what Le Xiaoyi meant, so he snorted coldly and stopped forcing his way into the Guanyin Hall.

Zen Master Yongfeng smiled and led the way: "Young Sect Master, please."