"If I had created boundless karma, if I had known this, why would I have been there?" Li Wei looked at the evil monk who fell behind him and shook his head and sighed.

Just took Jiang Baiya into the hospital.

In the ward, Jiang Baiyue held her chin with her hands, looked at the clear sky, and said with some concern: "I don't know what my sister is doing."

"Oh, I didn't expect that the employer's grandfather looked so good, but he was actually a bad guy. Fortunately, the policeman was very capable."

"When I go home, I have to make delicious food for my sister, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried fish, and braised chicken... Hehe, she used to think that I can't cook except to learn anything, but also think that I can't cook. This time I gave her a big surprise!"

"I can still take care of myself! I must reassure my sister!"

"I'm no longer a kid!"

Jiang Baiya came to the hospital bed and saw her sister who was still cute in the hospital gown.

The little Jiang Baiyue raised her hands high and was full of vitality!

Jiang Baiya looked at her cute sister and felt relieved.

"Seeing you like this, my sister will feel relieved."

"Really...so good..."

Jiang Baiya's transparent figure went to embrace Jiang Baiyue.

Then it dissipates with the wind.

When Jiang Baiya's soul completely dissipated, Jiang Baiyue shed tears.

"Sister...Sister, don't leave..."

Jiang Baiyue already knew that her sister was no longer alive, and she just felt that her sister had just arrived, so she was strong and strong...

Ordinary people cannot see their souls.

However, if you love, blood is thicker than water, miracles will appear...

Jiang Baiyue wiped away her tears.

Sister, I will take good care of myself.

I will live strongly with you.

He raised his head and straightened his chest.

......

"If you find that Tantric Monk, don't go forward alone. When you wait for me and fellow practitioners to come forward and then arrest me, do you understand?"

An old man in Taoist robe was reminding the three juniors who followed him.

One of the younger generations of young practitioners, Xuan Yi, said confidently.

"How afraid are we?"

"That demon monk can sing the Deadly Sacred Shrine. His cultivation is so advanced that he doesn't know where to go. His magic power is profound. You have been practicing in this mountain for a few years and want to fight against such practitioners. I'm afraid it's impossible." The old man said lightly: "Our responsibility is to discover his traces, and then let the senior brother use the Dharma platform to call the spell to help us capture them."

"I know."

Although Xuan Yi was young and energetic, he still listened to his uncle very much.

At this moment, he was thinking, which one is better than the head master of this Western Region Monk who can sing the deadly Buddhist vocal?

"Qing Ling, I'm responsible for connecting with you this time."

"Mr. Bai, long time no see." The old man bowed and looked at Baihe in front of him, and said in admiration: "I am deeply impressed by hearing that you can break the deadly sound of this Western Region Monk's Demonic Monk."

Baihe just smiled faintly.

"It is okay to stick to your original intention."

Qingling and Baihe didn't have a long greeting, and both of them had a mission this time.

At this moment, Baihe suddenly asked.

"Do you know what the meaning of the method of 'borrowing flowers to offer Buddha'?"

Qing Ling replied calmly and without any fluctuation in his tone.

"What is 'borrowing flowers to offer Buddha'? I don't know very well."

"Well, nothing." Shirakawa didn't seem to plan to continue asking.

Xuan Yi was also confused. What does this mean by "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha"?

At this time, the intercom called and found Li Congming's body!

Bai He didn't expect that Li Congming would die just like this. He was also surprised when he looked at Qing Ling. After pondering for a while, he went to the place.

At the entrance of the hospital, in an alley full of garbage piles, Li Congming knelt on the ground with his hands in his hands, bleeding from his seven orifices. The surroundings were extremely clean, without any traces of fighting, and no residue of magic power, and he died just like that.

This evil demon monk who felt difficult to Baihe and others died here.

"This..." Xuan Yi was also a little shocked. He had always heard that this was a villain who wanted the head to take action, but he didn't expect that he would die here like this...

"His death condition...is very much like that Master Kongwen."

Baihe looked at Li Congming's pious death, and suddenly thought of Master Kongwen.

Could it be that way again? He was punished by the "Buddha" and died?

However, Qing Ling, who was standing beside him, spoke.

"No, no, he and Monk Kongwen's way of death are different. Monk Kongwen's whole body of magic power was drained. He is different. His whole body of magic power is still there, but his way of death is still different."

Qing Ling stared at Li Congming with a burning look, thinking about it all over and pondered.

"I call out the paper people made by the senior brother of the sect to see them. They can really redirect and reproduce the situation at that time."

"Can the paper man in my hand help?" Bai He raised his eyes and remembered the paper man who knelt down in front of the "Buddha".

Qing Ling said lightly: "The spiritual paper man in our Qingyun Temple is not comparable to the Baiyun Temple man in your hands. Our senior brother and I can spend 9981 days to refine one."

The implication is that the paper man in Baihe's hand is slightly slightly.

But Baihe didn't feel much. After all, he knew that Baiyun Temple and Qingyun Temple had never dealt with each other...

At this time, Qing Lingzhen released the paper man in the jade box with great importance.

The yellow paper man had just left the jade box and was born, and came to Li Congming.

"Look at it, the magic paper man who has been refined by my Qingyun Temple. When you consider products and assistance in the future, you can consider our Qingyun more..."

Qing Linggang wanted to say something, and these paper men fell to the ground together.

He knelt down on the ground again!

Qing Ling was stunned.

This... my paper man...

No, not quite the same!

Qing Ling felt that the paper man he had released seemed to be conveying his emotions of joy to him.

That's right, paper people are joy, awe, and cheering.

The magic power in the atmosphere condenses and flows really.

A smoke condensed by magic power emerged, condensed in the air, forming a human form, and finally condensed into a vague figure.

The shadow of the white tiger, the shadow of the Taoist.

Blur, can't see clearly.

But you can feel that solemn, huge, and true spirit of treasure.

At this time, at Xuan Yiqingling and the others' chests, paper birds and paper people flew out, and these spiritual treasures they had refined themselves flew out uncontrollably.

Under the astonished eyes of several people.

Hundreds of birds worship.
Chapter completed!