Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Tobacco leaves invade the night, and the mountain temple is rainy, and a thin mist rises in the middle of the night.

Except for the two figures running swiftly in the mist one behind the other, the temple is full of peace and tranquility.

The slanting wind blew past Xiao Yihe's hair, and the mist hung on the eyelashes with a touch of moisture. He was holding a butterfly in his palm. The snow-white butterfly did not move with the fragrance of the flowers, but flapped its wings and flew towards a quiet and endless place. direction of the person.

What Xue Die explored was the most rigorous part of the mountain protection formation.

Xiao Yihe concentrated his mind, and felt that most of the monks in the temple were worshiping Buddha and listening to scriptures in the front mountain hall at this time, and a few monks were scattered everywhere, and the place Xuedie flew to was just an empty courtyard that had been abandoned for many years, especially Quiet.

Because if the temple is just a small mortal temple, even if there are some precious Buddha statues and incense money, it is not worth setting up a mountain protection formation.What's more, the mountain protection array can only guard against people who practice Taoism, not ordinary people.

What allowed Chongjiu to set up such a complicated formation to protect must be something he treasured, not an ordinary property.

With such determination, Xiao Yihe went straight to his "weak spot".

Chong Jiu, who was behind him, was still chasing after him, his mood became more irritable, and his footwork became swifter.Seeing him going to the old courtyard, Chong Jiu's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled out a few small things from his palm.

"Whoosh—" several times.

"Oh!" Xiao Yihe was stepping on the edge of the deserted courtyard wall. Unexpectedly, a row of thin tiles on the courtyard wall had been in disrepair for a long time. He stepped on it and crushed a piece. He lost his center of gravity and was shot immediately. The hidden weapon that came passed by.

He fell down without a sound, rolled twice in the grass under the wall, and flew into the small hall door in the courtyard.

I thought that the courtyard here would not be populated for a long time, and the face would be covered with dust, but when Xiao Yihe stood up with his hands on his waist, what came to his face was a familiar smell of incense, and the neat and clean carpets in the hall.

A few small windmills made of thin bamboo slices are hung under the beams, and they "squeak and creak" as the mountain wind pours into the gate of the temple.

Xiao Yihe shrugged his nose, and his heart froze: This smell...is the same as what he smelled on Ning Wuzhi!

He ignored Chongjiu and ran straight to the place with the strongest fragrance.

As the heavy gauze curtains were lifted, the candles in the hall were gradually lit up, and the deeper Xiao Yihe walked, the brighter the candlelight became - until the last curtain was lifted, the room was filled with brilliance and a sense of ruin also no.

It seems that the scene outside the courtyard before was all a blindfold.

There is also an enchantment in the hall, which isolates the vanity of the world. Only a wooden fish has no one to sing, and it knocks reverently in a Buddhist niche.

Looking from a distance, in front of the shrine, surrounded by incense, stands a statue of Buddha as tall as a man, with hair, silk, clothes and belts carved vividly and spiritually.The Buddha statue bows its head and lowers its brows, bathed in the golden light, with its eyes closed, and the palm of one hand protruding forward, forming a wish seal, which means to give compassion to all living beings.

Xiao Yihe approached with a few steps, suddenly felt that something was wrong, this is not a Buddha statue——

A few flashes of cold light came from behind his ears, he turned sideways to dodge, those "hidden weapons" were buried in the wall, when he took a closer look, they turned out to be a few long needles splashed with silver light.

There are not many people who wear needles with them in Taoism.

Not long after, Xiao Yihe remembered the origin of this long needle, he looked at Chong Jiu who was chasing after him anxiously, and said, "Are you from the Bai family of Changyang Gate?"

Heavy nine, ninety-nine, the difference is one hundred, which corresponds to the word "white".

He concealed his identity in an anagram.

Chongjiu was still tightly holding the remaining few silver needles between his fingers, and his eyes were red. He first confirmed that the "Buddha Statue" had no scars on his body, and then turned his gaze to "Tongxin" beside him.

He didn't answer Tongxin's question, but paused his gaze and said hesitantly, "Aren't you human?"

Xiao Yihe gritted his teeth: "Who are you scolding?!"

"..." Chong Jiu looked down.

Xiao Yihe looked down and saw a hole in the clothes on the side of his waist, which may have been accidentally torn while avoiding the silver needles, revealing the soul deed spell lines that were faintly glowing inside.

The Bai family of Changyang Gate entered Taoism with medicine. Although it has been in decline for many years and has a low reputation among Taoists, the door of erudition, which has dabbled in ghosts, alchemy, and weapon refining, is a master of miscellaneous learning and will recognize soul deeds. Not surprisingly.

And according to Ning Wushuang, since the creation of the soul contract technique, all those who have formed a soul contract are dead ghosts, and Xiao Yihe is the first one who has successfully formed a soul contract with a living body.

I can't blame Chongjiu for having such a misunderstanding when he saw the soul deed seal on his body.

Xiao Yihe covered up his tattered clothes: "It doesn't matter if I am human or not, this big treasure you have hidden is really not human."

——This is said to be a Buddha statue, but it is actually a "body" artificially refined. It is a lifelike and delicate little monk. If it is stuffed into the soul, I am afraid that it will come alive even if it is able to run and jump.

The musculoskeletal skin of this body is flawless, even the hair and eyelashes are completely visible, even if you look closely, there is no flaw.

This kind of handwriting can no longer be called refining tools, it is simply the creation of human beings by the reincarnated Nuwa.

If the Daoist sect knew that Changyangmen's disciples' refining level had reached this level, Changyangmen would be able to turn around in an instant and stand on the cusp of the storm.

"Stay away from him!" Chong Jiu raised the silver needle, his fingers almost deformed.

Xiao Yihe raised the tip of the bamboo and pointed at the Buddha statue: "Don't move rashly, I can't guarantee that you won't hurt your sweetheart in a fight."

After finishing speaking, he took a serious look at Chongjiu again, seeing that he is not very old, and his skill in refining weapons is so superb. You are such a genius. The old man Bai Ximing yells every day that there is no successor to Changyangmen, if he knows that you will be born in the next generation, he will probably be able to laugh himself out of the coffin."

Chong Jiu subconsciously said: "Do you know my grandfather?"

"I didn't just know him? I even pulled out his beard! There is a crack in the gate of your Changyang Mountain, which was accidentally cut when I was chased and beaten by the white old man." Xiao Yihe smiled quite casually, talking about breaking it. After entering the mountain gate of others, I didn't feel guilty at all.

He folded his arms and asked, "Bai Ximing is your grandfather, so who are you, Bai Han?"

When Chong Jiu heard this name, his face immediately sank, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "I have nothing to do with him!"

"Tsk tsk." Xiao Yihe disagreed, and naturally leaned his arm on the shoulder of the "Buddha statue" beside him, then shook his head, "You are so young, why should you be so bitter and hateful. What's wrong with you, tell uncle Listen, uncle will explain to you one or two..."

He opened and closed his mouth to take advantage of himself, he heard that he was very familiar with the parents and grandparents of the Changyang Gate, and seeing him resting on the shoulders of the young monk, Chongjiu's face became even uglier, and when he raised his hand, another sword light struck.

Xiao Yihe pretended to yell, fell to the side, and fell straight down with the "little monk".

"Xuyun!" Chongjiu turned pale with shock, he didn't care about continuing to fight with Xiao Yihe, and immediately stepped over, hiding the sharp double swords and silver needles, fearing to hurt him, he caught them firmly with both hands, and the two of them Together they fell on the futon at their feet.

The little monk called "Xu Yun" was stiff and sat in his arms, still with benevolent eyes and wishing hands.

Chongjiu hugged him tightly, checking in a panic to see if he had fallen anywhere.

Xiao Yihe stretched out his hand to grab Chong Jiu, but suddenly slipped down from the cuff of "Xu Yun", a pair of red agate beads, each of which is clear and bright, is by no means a vulgar thing.

Shangcai saw the six-character mantra engraved on it, and a Buddha's light flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"Boom!"

It sounded like a heavy wooden fish knocking in the back of his head, thick and distant, it made Xiao Yihe's scalp feel tight.

Shocked, he said "No", and drew back, but it was too late, the pure Buddha light from the agate holding bead had already permeated the entire small hall.

Xiao Yihe's eyes turned from golden red to gray and black.

The consciousness was suddenly sucked into the holding bead.

"..."

A long-term memory appeared before Xiao Yihe's eyes.