The Daily Salvation of the Protagonist of the Buddhist System

The morning light is faint, and the mist is dark.

In the pale golden morning mist, a red figure floated among the cliffs.

The boy holding a red umbrella and dressed in red, in the black rocks and mist, seems to be the soul-stirring spirit in the legend.

He raised his head, waiting for the sun to jump out of the sea of ​​clouds.

It was a face that could only be described as thrilling, with stretched eyebrows, eyes that seemed to be filled with ice and snow that would not melt for a thousand years, and the corners of the eyes were red, but it added a touch of strangeness to this coldness.

On the forehead, the half-bloomed blood flower has a beautiful posture, but it doesn't look feminine at all on this face.

The young man's lips were pale and his expression was cold.

The look on his pretty face, like ice burning in a raging fire, or red snow, filled him with a contradictory and strange charm.

He quietly watched the sun rise from the sky little by little, and the morning glow from white to orange covered his whole body. The warm color melted some of the chill on his body.

After watching the sunrise, the boy slowly started to walk back,

Although he didn't say a word during the whole process, from the slightly brisk footsteps, it can be seen that he is in a much better mood.

"Master of the Young Palace!"

"Master of the Young Palace!"

Along the way, people saluted the young man respectfully, but the young man turned a deaf ear and didn't even give him a look.

He walked through the long stairs, came to the hall, and said to a young man wearing a blood jade crown, "Father, what are your orders?"

Strangely, even in front of his closest relatives, he did not let go of the red umbrella in his hand.

The blood spirit patriarch looked at the heir he had single-handedly created in front of him with satisfaction. No matter in terms of strength, means, and temperament, this son was very outstanding, and even exceeded his expectations.

It's just a pity that the older I get, the less cute I am.

He said: "The Immortal Mansion in Yunluo Cave is about to open. This year, Daddy wants you to bring the disciples from the Blood Spirit Palace with you."

Su Yun knew about the Yunluo Cave. Legend has it that it was originally the residence of the Immortal, and it was opened every hundred years. There are countless rare spiritual plants in the Cave, as well as various opportunities left by the Immortal.

It's just that there are restrictions in the cave, and only those under the Nascent Soul can enter.

When Dongtian appeared at the beginning, there was a lot of blood and blood. Later, the monks negotiated and each sect had a certain number of places to enter, which stopped the disturbance.

Yunluodongtian has also become a holy place for monks to train disciples.

Right now, the righteous and the devil are living in peace, and the Blood Spirit Palace, as the leader of the devil, naturally has some places.

Su Yun asked without changing his expression, "When are you leaving?"

"Ten days later."

Su Yun nodded slightly, and was about to leave after paying the salute.

The blood spirit patriarch stopped him suddenly, with some concern in his tone, "Yun'er, this trip to the cave is a bit dangerous, so be careful.

When necessary, remember to take back the Bloody Umbrella. "

Su Yun paused slightly with the hand holding the umbrella handle, and left without saying anything.

Ten days later, Su Yun took more than a hundred disciples of the Blood Spirit Palace, boarded the shuttle, and headed for the Yunluo Secret Realm.

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"Senior brother, it seems that your complexion is not very good, is it because you are not feeling well?"

Ji Linlang asked with concern.

Chi Xiaozi shook his head, avoided Ji Linlang's hand indiscriminately, and smiled faintly: "It's okay, maybe I've been a little tired recently."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the shuttle and looked around at the monk world sects that had arrived.

Except for some scattered small sects, the Hanhai Sect, Leiting Sect, Changchun Gate, Lingguang Temple, Fayu Temple, Shuiyue Temple, Wanjiange, Yinluo Temple, and Xuanguandao where I belonged have all arrived. Only the blood spirit palace has not yet arrived.

Thinking of the Blood Spirit Palace, he felt a little complicated, and he didn't know what happened to his master, the Blood Spirit Patriarch.

This morning, when I found myself back when I was still the first disciple of Xuanguan Dao, Chi Xiaozi thought he had fallen into an illusion, and after repeated testing, he found out that it was true.

That's right, in his previous life, he died, so he shouldn't have spent so much energy playing tricks on the dead.

Maybe God opened his eyes and wanted to give himself a chance to start over.

Chi Xiaozi clenched his fists. In this life, he must never fail again.

The familiar red shuttle gradually approached, Chi Xiaozi looked at the leader, his pupils shrank.

Wasn't Senior Brother Feng the one who led the team in the previous life? Who is this person?

Looking at the blood flower emblem between his eyebrows, it is clearly a sign that the blood spirit Dafa is close to a great achievement.

Could it be that the one I came back to was not the original world?

"Too bad, the person in the Blood Spirit Palace this year turned out to be Mr. Xue. I heard that he was in the middle stage of Golden Core a few years ago, and he must have reached the late stage of Golden Core now."

Ji Linlang said with a sad face.

Blood son?

Chi Xiaozi was suspicious, there was no such person in his previous life.

But he didn't show it on his face, but pretended to be casual and said: "Maybe it's because the brother has been in seclusion for too long, and I really don't know this person well. Is there anything special about him?"

Ji Linlang didn't have any doubts. After all, it's been less than 20 years since Master Blood rose to prominence, and his senior brother had been shutting down life and death before, so it's normal not to understand.

"He is the biological son who was found by the blood spirit ancestor ten years ago. He was born with a blood spirit body. He was 13 years old at the golden core stage and 15 years old at the golden core stage. He broke the record for the fastest practice speed in the monk world at the golden core stage. .”

"My own son..."

He looked at the peerless young man holding a red umbrella, his normally square face twisted for a moment, with this person, how could he enter the Blood Spirit Palace and learn the Great Art of Blood Spirit?

Sensing a malicious gaze, Su Yun turned his head to look, it was a Xuanguan Dao disciple.

Seeing Su Yun looking over, he responded with a gentle smile.

Su Yun recorded his face, just at that moment, it was clearly murderous.

When you get to the secret realm, find an opportunity to solve it, and kill the danger in the cradle, but Dad has ordered.

Naturally, Chi Xiaozi didn't know that he had entered Su Yun's small notebook.

Coincidentally, he was also thinking about how to take the opportunity to get rid of Su Yun.

Su Yun watched the famous senior brother Hall Master Feng chatting with the elders or representatives of various sects, and stood quietly by himself as a wallflower.

Anyway, Dad said that any friendship is false, as long as the fist is big enough, they will naturally respect it.

Suddenly, a voice stopped him, "Young Palace Master, can you take a step to speak?"

Su Yun looked back and saw an old monk wearing a yellow cassock with a benevolent brow.

For some reason, he felt that the person in front of him was indescribably familiar.

The look in the old monk's eyes, the look of concern and regret, made his chest suffocate.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Su Yun hesitated and shook his head lightly.

Daddy told him that bald donkeys with bald heads are the best at smooth words, no matter what they say, don't believe it, it's better to stay away.

As expected, Juefa sighed, judging by the child's appearance, he probably didn't live well in the Blood Spirit Palace these years.

He still remembered how much this kid loved to laugh when he was a child, but he didn't expect to see him in such a cold look after a few years.

That's right, the way of magic is cruel, so it's good to protect yourself, take your time.

As for the apprentice forgetting himself, he is not surprised at all, it is normal for that junior to do such a thing.

Juefa smiled and said: "Since the young palace master is unwilling, forget it.

As soon as the poor monk saw the young palace master, he felt that he was destined, so he asked the young palace master to accept this magic weapon. "

He took out a purple-black wooden plaque from the space, with a wreath canopy engraved on it.

"This magic weapon can automatically resist attacks when the Young Palace Master is in danger, at least it can withstand a blow from a cultivator at the transformation stage."

Su Yun was surprised, the magic weapon for body protection is precious, not to mention that it can withstand the blow of the god transformation stage, its value is almost as high as that of the immortal weapon.

But looking at the expectant eyes of the old monk, he was inexplicably soft-hearted.

Forget it, the big deal is to take care of Lingguang Temple in the secret realm and help out in case of danger.

Su Yun took it with both hands and said, "Thank you."

The wooden sign looks small, but it is heavy in the hand, exuding a faint fragrance of Buddha, and the surface is covered with a thin layer of paste, which is extremely smooth.

It didn't do any tricks on it, it was just a very simple magic weapon for body protection.

After Su Yun got it, he also knew that this thing was more precious than imagined, so he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Juefa watched Su Yun hang it on his waist, with a gratified smile on his lips.

This thing was originally planned to be given to Su Yun as a teacher's apprenticeship gift, but he didn't expect it to be returned to the original owner until today.

Of these two people, one gave it away straightforwardly, and the other received it swiftly, both of them were calm, but they didn't know how many monks' eyes were shocked.

Many people are secretly guessing whether there is some connection between the Blood Spirit Palace and Lingguang Temple.

Not long after, the sky was shining brightly, and amidst the misty clouds and mists, a fairyland was looming.

Yunluo Wonderland is open.

The author has something to say: The reborn is in a daze, the protagonist has snatched away all his future opportunities, what a pity.

Although Su Yun's cutie looks like she has changed a bit, she still hasn't changed in her heart.

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