If you have murderous intentions and want to kill people, you will generally use any means and it is inevitable to set up traps.

Although this speculation has no basis and is not 100% accurate.

But everyone felt a little relieved.

The people in Fuchen Temple were not in a hurry and were raising everyone in the yard, just waiting for Ming Xi Qian to come to him one day.

Youhua stayed at the abbot of Fuchen Temple for a month, and then came out, and the eyebrows became more calm and peaceful.

It just seems to be a little entangled, but it has been ignored.

When he returned to his place, he quietly brewed tea, and his every move was full of profound Zen. After making a cup of tea.

He has not moved for a long time.

Just sit quietly.

It took a long time to hear a nearly inaudible sigh from the room.

Youhua felt that the two thoughts in her heart were not convinced by each other and was tearing each other!

After a while, he sighed helplessly and murmured, "I still have to leave this time, I must leave, otherwise..."

This persistence that is as if there is and is not good for him.

The spiritual boats of Xi Qian and others finally entered the territory of Fushengzhou!

Once you arrive in Fusheng State, Buddhist practice can be seen everywhere, and this is the paradise for Buddhist practice!

There is more than one Fuchen Temple in Fushengzhou, and there are many other Buddhist sects, but it is mainly Fuchen Temple.

Youhua left his thoughts and people, and he knew it when Xi Qian and his friends arrived in Fushengzhou.

"Uncle Youhua..." The one who played chess with Youhua was a young monk with a fair face and a boy and a girl.

He looked at Youhua who suddenly stopped, in confusion. What happened?

Youhua came to her senses, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and the light was filled with brilliance.

"Nothing happens, keep playing chess!" After saying that, he fell into the dark spot in his hand.

In an instant, the situation on the chessboard changed drastically. The black spoiled, who was originally surrounded, survived the enemy's death, and broke through a bloody road from the thousands of troops and tore a hole open.

Found the way to life.

It seems that he is a person who survives in a desperate situation, tearing apart the darkness and breaking through the dawn!

The little monk raised his head and looked at Youhua opposite him in disbelief!

It is said that watching chess can help you know people. He and Master Youhua often play chess. Now it has been more than 500 years. This is the first time that he has faced Master Youhua's heart so clearly.

Seeing the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, he frowned.

Youhua was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the result of the chess game, the light in his eyes gathered little by little, and finally shone brightly.

The red color between his eyebrows was bright and radiant!

"My vitality is here!" Youhua murmured to himself, and then drank the tea in his hand.

Then he stood up and left without looking back.

But no matter how surprised the little monk who played chess with him was!

What did Master Youhua mean by what he just said about "virility"?

He never knew that uncle had encountered a disaster, it seemed...

It’s because his cultivation level is not enough!

well!

Fuchenzhou, coming down from the spiritual boat, Xi Qian suddenly looked at the left with some emotion, and then narrowed her eyes.

"Qianqian is a thought that has disappeared just now." You Ying's voice sounded.

"Well, it should be the admiration that attracted me." Xi Qian nodded.

Seeing what she was doing just now, Su Yingjue said, "Eleven, what happened just now?"

"Someone is waiting for us, brother, let's go!" Xi Qian smiled in an unknown sense.

Then walk forward first.

When you arrive in Fushengzhou, it is easy to go to Fuchen Temple.

Half a month later!

Xi Qian and others stood at the door of Fuchen Temple. She looked up and looked at the magnificent Fuchen Temple, and her eyes fell on the plaque with profound Buddha power and Zen!

"Don't stare at the plaque." Xi Qian said after just a glance.

She is naturally not afraid. She has great merits and also the golden lotus of merit. Even if the golden lotus of merit is useless, it has spread the purest Buddha power in the world.

With this alone, she can be without fear of any Buddha power and Zen.

"A distinguished guest came from afar, and he was welcomed by mistake, Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a Zen sound that seemed to come from the sky floated into the ears of several people.

The gate of Fuchen Temple was wide open, and a group of disciples came out one after another, standing on both sides!

Everyone is a person with excellent cultivation.

A group of people walked out of the middle, and the leader was a monk with red eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, flashing with light in his eyes, a monster face and a bright red cassock.

Although he no longer valued his appearance, Xi Qian couldn't help but be amazed when she saw it.

Such a look is so impactful, especially with the rich Buddhist power and Zen spirit around him, which makes people can only see from afar and cannot feel a trace of blasphemy in their hearts.

Youhua is naturally the stunning look in the boss Xi Qian's eyes. A smile flashed in his eyes, and it flashed in a flash.

Xi Qian was generous and unobstructed.

She looked at Youhua, "Dare you asking this master, but he kidnapped my friend?"

Although it was a question, the tone was firm, and the appreciation and stunning in my eyes had long disappeared. Instead, it was endless coldness!

Youhua also returned to solemnity, "Yes, it's me!"

"Then please let me go." A faint tone, with unquestionable and strong strength.

Youhua paused in her heart, "No hurry, it's not time yet!"

"You cunning monk, you fart when you don't want to let go. Humph, let me take a look first!" Mu Qingli suddenly stood up and said coldly.

The monk in front of him has his cultivation in the early stage of the tribulation, so he will definitely be very excited to fight.

Youhua's eyes fell on Mu Qingli, revealing a hint of surprise.

“Drought squid?”

Yes, there is a drought-bay with self-awareness around Ming Xiqian.

"I won't fight you!"

Youhua said lightly, and then his eyes fell back on Xi Qian.

"What?! Do you look down on the drought?" Mu Qingli was furious when she heard this.

Disciples of Fuchen Temple: "..."

Xi Qian and his wife: "..."

Youhua paused, "What does this mean by fellow Taoist?"

"I should ask you this sentence!" Mu Qingli snorted coldly, as if I wouldn't give up if you didn't say it clearly.

Youhua smiled helplessly, "I have no other intentions, I just feel that... there is no grudge or involvement between us, so there is no need to do anything!"

When he spoke, even if his voice was faint, it was extremely nice, just like a Buddhist sound with the power of Buddha and Zen, slowly falling into his heart.

It's a great enjoyment!

"Then who do you want to fight with? Qianqian? Do you have any grudges with her?" Mu Qingli snorted coldly and said lightly.

Unexpectedly, Youhua looked at Xi Qian quietly without saying a word!

The two looked at each other for a while, and then he spoke again, "Then... there is naturally a grudge."

Xi Qian raised her eyebrows, "I wonder what kind of grudges and the master have, can I make it clear?"
Chapter completed!