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"Master, don't worry."

"Li Sao took my master's heart-protecting pill, there will be no problem." A Gua blinked his eyes.

Who would have thought that this harmless guy in front of him would kill the Moon Shadow Guards as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Li Chen sighed and responded, "A Gua, don't worry."

After saying that, he touched his head.

Then he took out a string of red candied haws from his arms.

Seeing this, A Gua's eyes lit up.

"How far is it?"

Upon hearing this, the young monk Ying Hui smiled helplessly.

Along the way, the master has asked seven or eight times.

"Master, don't worry."

"We will be there in half a day."

"It's useless whether it's early or late."

It's useless whether it's early or late?

What does this mean?

Li Chen did not continue to ask, but looking at the dying Li Sao on the back of the light elephant, he still felt sorry: it seems that his cultivation is still not enough.

Xunhuang is windy, but it can't blow through the dust in the sky.

They had been walking for a day and a night, and the sky was always dark in front of them. No one knew how the young monk Yinghui knew the direction.

It was like this until the evening of the next day, when the sunset reflected a red glow in the distant sky, burning half of the sky.

The young monk Yinghui suddenly pointed at the last ray of the sunset and shouted: "We are finally here!"

Lichen looked carefully and saw that the sky was still full of dust, but because of the sunset, it was dyed with a thousand-foot red light.

But the land in front of him was empty.

Seeing this, the monk Yehui was a little confused: "Could it be that the Nalanda Temple is also underground like Yueying City?"

Lichen was also puzzled, so he looked at the young monk Yinghui.

The young monk Yinghui smiled and said: "Hehe, you will know later."

After saying that, he put away his mount Peacock and sat cross-legged directly.

Yehui and Lichen looked at each other, but they could only sit down and wait like Yinghui.

On the contrary, the monk Xinguang next to him paced back and forth in front of everyone.

He fumbled with his bald head with his hands restlessly.

He was at a loss as if he was "homesick".

"Master, if you keep walking like this, I'm going to get dizzy." Ah Gua licked his candied haws and said with disdain.

"You stinky boy, eat your candied haws." Then he continued to pace back and forth.

Seeing this, the young monk Yinghui just pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Master, since you are here, you should make the best of it."

"Uncle Master won't eat you."

Monk Xinguang snorted coldly, "You know shit!"

"It's more uncomfortable for me to stay in the temple than to be eaten."

Just like this, another cup of tea passed.

The setting sun fell into the sea of ​​clouds, and the last ray of afterglow, there was a faint blush.

Just when people were filled with emotion, Li Chen suddenly chanted: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk."

"What a good poem, what a good poem~"

Monk Ye Hui's eyes lit up, but he did not expect that the killing Buddha in front of him, Master Li Huang, actually had such a poetic talent.

"It is indeed a good poem!" Young Monk Ying Hui climbed up from the ground and praised.

Then he smiled and said: "This poem is suitable for my Nalanda Temple."

After saying that, he faced the sunset in the sky and clasped his hands together for eleven times.

He chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha~"

When Li Chen and Ye Hui were just wondering.

I saw the last ray of red clouds on the horizon, but it was like a fishing line that did not dissipate for a long time.

Young Monk Ying Hui chanted the Buddhist name.

"Amitabha."

Before the word "Buddha" fell,

The sky suddenly became windy and clouds surged.

That line of red light seemed to have caught a thousand-pound fish, turning the river and the sea upside down, and tossing out waves for thousands of miles.

Finally, a golden light pierced through the clouds.

Swish~

Ten thousand feet of golden light gathered together, illuminating a magnificent temple in front of them.

At this point, everyone suddenly realized.

No wonder Young Monk Yinghui said that it was useless to come early or late.

Seeing such a holy place.

Lichen and Yehui, without any prior agreement, put their hands together and bowed eleven times.

"Amitabha."

Young Monk Yinghui seemed very satisfied with their reactions: "Follow me."

After saying that, he walked in front.

Lichen and Yehui were still shocked.

They just felt that everything in front of them was like an illusion.

Young Monk Yinghui said as he walked: "There is an ancient formation called 'Mirage' in the Nalanda Temple."

"So every time the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun can show the true form of the formation."

"Follow my footsteps closely, and don't make a mistake."

Everyone followed silently behind him and walked for another cup of tea.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of Zen chanting in my ears.

"Amitabha."

"Junior Brother Yinghui, you are back."

As soon as they entered the gate, two monks who were sweeping the dust greeted them.

They looked at everyone, and when they fell on the last figure, their eyes fixed and stood in awe.

"Amitabha."

"Yingsheng, Yingye, meet the master uncle."

A bitter smile flashed across the face of Monk Xinguang, and his originally loose movements immediately stiffened a little.

This is why he didn't want to go back to Nalanda Temple.

No matter where he went, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, which was too uncomfortable.

Young Monk Yinghui smiled, and he didn't understand the master uncle's thoughts.

Soon the group came to a meditation room.

Li Chen looked anxiously at Li Sao's condition.

It must be said that the heart-protecting pills of Nalanda Temple are really powerful.

Li Sao had been poisoned so badly before, and he was obviously in danger.

But after taking the Heart-Protecting Pill, there was a glimmer of hope in his body from beginning to end.

Seeing this, the young monk Yinghui hurriedly said, "Master Lichen, don't worry. I'll go and ask my uncle to come."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at the monk Xinguang.

Monk Xinguang glared at him, but still stood up and walked out.

Seeing this, the young monk Yinghui hurriedly followed him and chased him out.

About a cup of tea later, there was a sudden sound of urgent footsteps outside the door.

"Amitabha."

Before seeing the person, you heard the voice first.

Soon the door opened from the outside.

An old monk appeared at the door, clasping his hands together and looking into the room.

Behind him, it was the monk Xinguang and the monk Yinghui who followed.

Seeing this, Lichen hurriedly clasped his hands together in return, and then let the old monk into the room.

"Amitabha."

"I am Li Chen, the young monk, and I am honored to meet you, Master."

But the old monk held out his hand to stop Li Chen: "I am Zhenkong, and I am not worthy of such respect from you, Master."

Although Li Chen is young, he is already a master of the sect. In terms of status, he is the supreme being in Buddhism.

There is a reason why Master Zhenkong is so respectful.

Li Chen did not want to continue to pester him, so he hurriedly said: "Master, please save me."

Master Zhenkong did not refuse, and went directly to the side of the bed and took a look at Li Sao on the bed.

He had his eyes closed, his face was dark, and his body was lying straight on the bed. His muscles were stiff and his breath was weak.

Master Zhenkong frowned and turned him over.

He saw a five-finger print that was green and black.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Bi Han Poison Palm!"

"Bi Han Poison Palm?"

Everyone looked at each other, and it was obvious that they had heard of this name for the first time.

Master Zhenkong sighed: "I didn't expect that kind of poisonous bird is not extinct yet!"

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