White-Robed Chief

"Brother, I don't have much time. I need to talk about the funeral." Chu Lidao said.

The qualitative monk's face changed slightly: "What ?! Is it ...?"

His face became ugly, although he knew that the day would come, after he became the Lord of the Temple of the Devil, it would mean the day came.

But I never expected that it would be so fast. Even when I saw Chu Li's face was old and withered for the last time, I felt that there was still a chance. Maybe Chu Li could create a miracle and restore his own life.

Even though all the masters of the Temple of Demon Palace were shocked and brilliant, and none of them could escape the rule of a hundred years of life, he still held a hint of confidence and hope.

Chu Li nodded slowly.

The qualitative monk's face was extremely gloomy, silent for a long while, and sighed, "How long is it?"

"Seven or eight days." Chu Li Road.

"Is there only this little?" The qualitative monk cried out.

Chu Li smiled and said warmly, "Brother, silence is liberation, no worries, it is not a big deal."

The qualitative monk glared at him: "How can there be such free and easy, I haven't cultivated to such a situation! ... how can you be so short?"

"Fight with several young Junjie from Mozong." Chu Li smiled. "Killing a few can be considered as recovering capital!"

"Magic Zong ..." The qualitative monk gritted his teeth and only hated himself for lack of cultivation.

Almost all the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple now return to the temple. In the large temple, only one person dealt with the Demon Sect, and felt blushed. Now, as soon as the master died, how can Da Ci'en Temple be on their own?

Is it still looking for the second Lord of the Demon Temple?

Among the disciples of Daci'en Temple, Dingru is the deserved first, and even the first three generations are the first. No one can match him. It is difficult for him to become a master of the Temple of the Devil Temple.

Chu Li said, "I want to talk to the abbot."

"Follow me!" Said the qualitative monk.

He knew that the abbot would meet Chu Li and took it without hesitation.

Daxiong Baodian's Sanskrit sounds are lingering, and the chanting is endless.

Chu Li and the qualitative monk came out of the hall, and the qualitative monk advanced to see Abbot Xinji. After a while, Abbot Xinji stepped out slowly, looked at Chu Li calmly, and slowly nodded, motioning to walk with himself.

The qualitative monk stopped and watched them leave the hall.

Chu Li came to his academy with Abbot Xinji, and Abbot Xinji waved his hand. A small sand closed the exit of the academy, leaving only Chu Li and Xinji in the courtyard.

Zen courtyard is quiet, when flowers and trees are flourishing.

Chu Li looked at these lush flowers and bamboo forests.

"Dingru, are you going to die?" Xinjing made tea himself, took two of them, came to Chu Li and handed him one, and then he picked up the other, raised his head, and looked at the blue sky with a long distance.

Chu Li took the tea cup, took a sip, and admired: "Good tea!"

Xin Jing said, "Is there anything unfinished?"

Chu Li smiled and said, "Can the abbot feel sorry for choosing the wrong person?"

"Nothing wrong." Xinji shook his head gently and smiled. "This tea is produced by Ling Bifeng. There is only this tea tree in the world, which can be beneficial to your heart and help your recovery. You have lost too much time. Big!"

Chu Li felt a breath of air lingering around her body, even running through her head, as if she was washing her hair.

He hasn't experienced this kind of taste for a long time. His body is too arrogant. Any elixir can hardly cut his hair and wash his soul. This Lingbi tea is really wonderful.

Xinjing said: "The masters of the Temples of Fu Mo Temple in the past have been meritorious and outstanding, but when it comes to killing the Demon Sect, you are already among the best."

Chu Li shook his head.

Xin Ji took a sip of tea, turned to the living room, and sat on the futon.

Chu Li also came to sit opposite him and sighed, "Abbot, I'm here to explain what's going on."

"Don't worry about this, there will be the next owner of Fu Mo Temple. Although the disciples in the temple are not as outstanding as you, it is enough." Xinji shook his head and smiled: "You can walk away in peace."

Chu Lidao said: "Abbot, this body is not my original body."

Xinjing nodded and said, "This is the soul lotus body, it is not really you, but the body is a treasure raft, the body is destroyed, and your soul naturally dissipates. This body is no different from you."

Chu Lidao said: "In fact, my soul is divided into two, and a part is in the lower world, so I want to rise up."

Silently looked at him doubtfully.

Chu Li smiled, "This body is destroyed, I will not die."

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Xin Ji He even announced a Buddhist chant, revealing a look of joy: "Amitabha, good and kind!"

Chu Li Road said: "Abbot, this is not the time to be happy."

"Stop it," said Xinxin.

He had great confidence in Chu Li's mind, and chose him to be the master of Fu De Temple. Wugong cultivation and understanding are only one aspect.

Chu Lidao said: "I will rise up and naturally return to Da Ci'en Temple and continue to be the master of my Fu Mo Temple!"

"Well ..., yes, you can choose another way." Heart quietly said.

Being a master of Fu Mo Temple, it must be outstanding, and worthy of the cultivation of Da Ci'en Temple, but it is not necessary to be a master of Fu Mo Temple. Of course, if he can continue to be the master of Fu Mo Temple, it will be very beneficial to Da Ci'en Temple. of.

Chu Lidao said: "The abbot does not need to persuade me anymore, this is my thoughtfulness, but ... I am afraid that I may not be able to regain control of the temple."

"Who are you worried about?" Abbot Xinji said.

Chu Li nodded slowly.

The silent abbot groaned for a moment, and slowly said, "It's not difficult ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Da Ci'en Temple can directly lead you up, as long as you can be successful, you can fly up and directly fly to our Da Ci'en Temple. "

Chu Lidao said, "Isn't the entrance door in the temple?"

"We have a formation, we can open the door to heaven and earth." Xin Jing said.

Although it has to pay a huge price, it is also worthwhile to settle.

All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple have returned to the temple, but some ordinary disciples and Da Ci'en Temple still have eyes and ears. Knowing the reputation of Fu Mo Temple today, they are even better than Da Ci'en Temple.

Chu Li nodded slowly: "One more thing, the abbot must pay attention."

"Say." Xin silently said.

Chu Lidao said: "It is also possible that both bodies will pass away, and then I will not be able to return to the temple."

"Oh ..." Xinji sighed and shook her head.

The spirit of the Lord of the Temple of Fu Mo Temple cannot be left at Da Ci'en Temple, which is the price of the Lord of the Temple of Fu Mo Temple. If the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple die, they can choose to belong to Da Ci'en Temple.

Da Ci'en Temple is a Buddhist gate dojo. These souls live in the temple and are actually no different from real people.

The Lord of the Temple of the Demon Temple failed, but once he died, the soul immediately returned to heaven, or stepped into the Xitian Bliss World, or stepped into a magic realm.

Chu Lidao said: "If so, the abbot gave this letter to Neizi for me."

He took a letter from his arms and passed it.

Xinxi slowly took it over, his face was sober.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Farewell to the abbot!"

"Be silent in the temple." Xinji said, "Don't go to the Temple of Devil."

Passing away in the temple, you can use the blessings of the temple and the monks to bless him, and send him to the West Heavenly Paradise, so as not to fall into the realm.

Chu Li shook his head: "I don't let others know about my death, so as not to let go of my secrets, I will go to Fu Mo Temple today."

A helpless sigh: "Why not."

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