Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xiao Yihe ingested today's essence and blood, then sat on the bed and slowly refined it.

Xue Xuanwei is in charge of a sect, and his skill is no longer what it used to be. Apart from stabilizing the soul, the spiritual power contained in this mouthful of blood is equivalent to "Song Yao" himself who has worked hard for ten years.

What's more, the practice of the two brothers and sisters is in the same line, and there is nothing to do now, so they simply ponder for a while and use this spiritual power for their own use. Maybe they can recover a few percent of their previous skills in the long run. .

After meditating in the temple guest room for a day, he recovered from his exhaustion until night fell.

The first feeling is that the body is very refreshing, and the wrist is warm. When he opened his eyes, he saw a hand resting on his wrist, and spiritual power covered his skin like money, brushing off his frequent sweating over and over again.

Xiao Yihe looked at the person sitting beside him for a while: "If you are like this, you consume more spiritual power than I refined myself. Isn't it worth the loss for me? Why don't you give it to me directly."

Xue Xuanwei was holding the booklet in the other hand to pass the time. Hearing this, his fingertips lit up without hesitation, and he really wanted to give him some more.

Xiao Yihe immediately withdrew his hand: "Just kidding! How can you walk around after eating?"

Xue Xuanwei's spiritual power flew through the air, and exploded into flying particles like frost and snow in front of the two of them. Looking at the crystal and cute, after a while, he said: "It's okay. I can feed you as much as you want. You don't have to be like this..." He thought for a while, "It's hard work."

This sounded a bit awkward, as if he had been adopted, and he was still very edible.Xiao Yihe was silent for a while, but still didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

The word "hard work" seems to have nothing to do with Xiao Yihe. At that time, no one in the world knew that Xiao Yihe was a born seedling of cultivating Taoism. It's hard to live with him.

It's time, grunt.

Since the formation of the soul contract, Xiao Yihe's "hungry" has two meanings, one is the hunger-thirst of the soul, and the other is the ordinary appetite.

Obviously, at the moment, the latter is the most common.

Xue Xuan took a slight look at his thin belly, no need to distinguish, and without waiting for him to speak, he brought a plate of delicious fried food: "There are some mountain mushrooms left in the fasting room."

Although the rules and regulations in the temples are different, the habit of not eating after noon is the same. At this time, the fasting room must have been cold, and it is time for the evening class to eat.

Moreover, after cultivating into samadhi, people's perception will be dull, and it is difficult to grasp the time. Even Xiao Yihe himself does not know when he will wake up... But this plate of vegetarian fried mountain mushrooms is golden in oil, crispy and delicious.

——He only said that there were mountain mushrooms left in the vegetarian room, but he didn't say who fried them up and brought them in, and kept the right residual temperature.

Xue Xuanwei watched him eating mushrooms one by one, frowning thoughtfully, then reached out and pinched the edge of the plate: "If you are not used to eating it-"

Xiao Yihe protected the plate with one hand, and hurriedly stuffed the remaining fried mushrooms into his mouth, filling his cheeks to the brim: "The mushrooms sent out were all fried, how can they be wasted?"

He swallowed like a gulp, almost choking, Xue Xuanwei hurriedly brought a bowl of tea to help him swallow.

"...Who will snatch it from you?"

Xiao Yihe choked on something, licked the crumbs of fried food on his lips, and raised his eyelids: "It's not you?"

Xue Xuanwei was speechless, only saw his face flushed from coughing, and it took him a while to calm down.

Xiao Yihe drank two more bowls of tea, barely drank enough water, and was about to ask what time it was, why he hadn't arrived at the agreed meeting—there was a knock on the door, two taps, polite and polite cautious.

"Senior brothers, the evening scripture meeting is about to be held in the hall, and my uncle specially ordered me to guide the two of you."

This is really what it says.

Xue Xuan responded slightly, then stood up, but heard a rustling behind him, looked back, and saw that he had retracted into the quilt again.

Xiao Yihe lay back on the bed and lazily said: "Go by yourself, I'm sleepy."

Xue Xuan frowned slightly and looked at him, but he turned over, rolled into the tent further inside, pulled the quilt over his head, and began to act like a rascal.

The novice outside the door asked again, Xiao Yihe thought it was time for him to say "nonsense" again, but he just poked his head out to take a look, but felt the back of his feet sink.

...someone grabbed his exposed ankle.

Xue Xuan asked slightly: "You really don't want to go?"

"No. I don't like to deal with those bald donkeys. If I talk too much, it will be easy to reveal my truth." A muffled voice came out.

Someone pinched his ankle lightly, making Xiao Yihe's calf numb and confused, but Sect Master Xue seemed to know that his feet were very tender and sensitive since the first time he saw the medicine, and deliberately trampled on his feet. - ravaged for a moment.

Seeing the thin crimson color on the back of his feet, he let him go: "Okay."

As soon as he let go, like a snake hiding its tail, Xiao Yihe immediately retracted both feet.

Xue Xuan adjusted his clothes slightly, smoothed the slightly wrinkled monk's sleeves, closed the curtain and said, "Don't wander around, and call me with the soul deed if you have anything." cast a spell, "Wait for me to come back."

Xiao Yihe nodded, and thought that he could not see him nodding under the quilt, so he said "hmm" again, and after a while he heard his footsteps walking outside, he couldn't help but lifted the corner of the quilt to glance, with a small mouth Said: "... Come back soon."

Xue Xuanwei was a little surprised, as if he didn't think it was what he said, his mind became hot, and he turned around and walked back quickly.

"..." Before Xiao Yihe could react, he was hugged across the quilt.

Xue Xuanwei said: "Okay."

There was an invisible warmth in his eyes.

After a while, the novice outside the door waited anxiously and urged him several times, only to see that the door finally opened, but only one person came out. He looked inside in confusion: "Where is little brother Tongxin? Is he still in good health... "

"En." Xue Xuanwei closed the door, "Let's go."

The little novice touched the green head, and asked a few more questions if he really didn't need to hire a doctor, so he had to take Xue Xuanwei out of the small courtyard first, and went to the main hall.

After the two left, only Xiao Yihe was left in the guest room.

He kicked off the thin quilt, first sat up and rubbed his red ankle which was slightly pinched by Xue Xuan, recalling the numbness in his calf just now, he cursed secretly twice in his heart.He got out of bed and looked around, and saw hundreds of "Iron Prison and Copper Cage Curse" densely on the walls, doors and windows, and suddenly his head hurt.

By the way, he also scolded "Sect Master Ning".

Ning Wushuang really didn't treat Xue Xuanwei as an outsider, so he could even teach him such high-level spells? !Is the puppet sect losing face?In which life will the hundred and ten "Iron Prison and Copper Cage Curse" be unraveled?

Xiao Yihe pinched his waist and stared for a long time, sighed, still moved his shoulders on both sides, resignedly chose the weakest spell on the rear window, and peeled it off one by one.

In the middle of the hour, the solemn chanting sounded from the front hall.

And Xiao Yihe broke out in a sweat, and only then did he undo the spells scattered all over the guest room. Although the technique was rough, it was enough to allow people to come in and out.He became dizzy from exposing these "curse of iron prison and copper cage", so he sat down at the table with his waist supported.

Rubbing his arms, Xiao Yihe looked towards the window and said, "Since you're here, and seeing that I've been busy for a long time, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Bamboo leaves fall on the window paper and shake gently.

Xiao Yihe poured another half pot of cold tea down, and suppressed his sickly flushed face: "I solved such a difficult spell for you, even if you don't want to come in and sit for a while, you should at least say thank you? This is you The cultivation of Buddhist disciples..."

Before he finished speaking, the window sash suddenly shook, and a slender figure rolled in.

In the shadows where the moonlight has not yet fallen.

Xiao Yihe squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly, but his figure was somewhat familiar.

The man took two steps closer, gradually stepped from the shadows to the snow-silver moonlight, nodded and said: "This is what I did alone, and has nothing to do with Buddhism."

Xiao Yihe laughed: "Chongjiu, you stared at me for a long time, just for this sentence?"

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, Chongjiu seemed to have expected his return a long time ago, so he stopped playing tricks and walked slowly to the table to look at him, his eyes were full of nitpicking and thinking, as if he was thinking about something that was up for grabs in the market. Chinese cabbage.

Finally, he chose, and said, "Your eyes are very beautiful."

Xiao Yihe played with the empty tea bowl: "Thank you, I think so too."

"..." Chong Jiuyi was speechless for a moment, so he could only cut to the chase, "I want your eyes, please cut the love."

Xiao Yihe was silent for a while, then said: "You are talking about the eyes, not the candy in my pocket."

Chong Jiu nodded: "Not bad."

Xiao Yihe: "You can ask for candy, but eyes are not... When you steal other people's five senses, are you always so polite? Or is it only for me? I think you have all five senses, and you don't want to steal them for yourself. , let me guess, who are you picking for...?"

Chong Jiu frowned, and put his hand into his cuff.

"Don't worry, it's not impossible for you to have eyes, unless—" Xiao Yihe said again, and Chong Jiu raised his eyes to look at him when he heard this, "You return the voice of my little friend. You can't have both fish and bear's paws Bar?"

Chong Jiu did not hesitate, and politely refused: "No. His voice is one in a thousand."

Xiao Yihe knew this earlier, and sighed regretfully: "Then there is nothing to talk about."

The last word was still between his teeth, he tapped on the table suddenly, the pen, ink, bowl and cup shook slightly, a drop of water splashed out of the teapot, and the faces of the two facing each other were reflected on both sides of the water drop.

Chong Jiu retreated subconsciously, but the soles of his feet suddenly became extremely heavy, and the ground shone with golden light, but in an instant, a formation formed at an unknown time appeared, and dozens of golden threads shot out, like cages piercing the ground.

Clang!

The formation was capped, and he was trapped in a narrow golden cage, with only room to turn around.

At this moment, the pen and ink lifted up by the shock just fell back to the table with a clang—all happened in just a moment.

Chongjiu was trapped, but he was not in a hurry to break the formation, but lowered his eyes and thought about something.

Xiao Yihe got up and walked in front of him. This formation looked powerful, but it was actually empty inside. It's just that the formation technique was a bit cumbersome and required a lot of basic techniques.He looked at Zhongjiu with great interest, and asked, "Are you afraid to break, unwilling to break, or... afraid that breaking the line will reveal your identity as a non-Buddhist?"

Chong Jiu raised his head, his eyes showing defensiveness and sternness.

"Xiao Daoist, don't look at me like that." Xiao Yihe jumped two steps away, and said with a smile, "I created the protective formation in front of your temple back then! And the bald donkeys in the Buddhist sect admire me the most. The two hate each other, so I won't use my skills to protect the temple."

Chong Jiu was slightly surprised at first, but in an instant he frowned and snorted, obviously not believing his words at all.

The identities of the left and the right have been seen through, so he suddenly pulled out two forearm-long daggers from his sleeves, and twirled them lightly in his palm: "It's nonsense! I just use your eyes for a little time, and I'll wait for you." A better way is to pay you back naturally!"

At the same time, with a bang, the golden cage was broken by a sword!

Xiao Yihe's heart changed, he jumped out, and folded a green bamboo outside the window to make a sword: "Okay, why are you inconsistent in what you say? Just now you said you want me to give up love! Now it's a loan again. You're lying to a dog. Would you pay it back if you borrowed it?!"

Chong Jiusheng was afraid that he would run away, so he immediately chased him out, throwing out two cold lights.

With the soul deed, Xiao Yihe's body became more relaxed. He jumped onto the eaves again, and his eyes drifted to the direction of the main hall, but the lights were so bright that it was really difficult to catch a glimpse of the person he wanted to see, so he had to turn around. He looked down at Chong Jiu from a height.

That smudge of baldness shone brightly.

Before the tea pavilion was in a hurry, he lowered his head slightly, not paying attention to his appearance.

If one ignores the shiny and shiny skull, Chong Jiu's appearance is surprisingly handsome, with a high nose bridge and a little flamboyant eyebrows. In the mortal world, it is the standard appearance of a young man, with a light fur and a fat horse. -Rich children of love and singing.

Such a person, of course, should hold the sword to the end of the world.Now he is willing to pretend to be a simple and unpretentious monk, hiding in a temple, which shows that there is a great secret behind it.

He couldn't help being curious again, and started to talk: "You don't hesitate to shave your head and stay here, and you go around stealing people's voices and eyes... Could it be that this person who has lost his five senses is not only a bald donkey, but also your sweetheart?"

He has a slippery figure, and Chongjiu couldn't catch him for a while, and was stabbed in his mind by his gossip, so angry that the spiritual power of the two swords was agitated.

Seeing this, Xiao Yihe blinked triumphantly: "Aha, am I right?"

Chong Jiu said angrily: "—You talk so much?!"