My wife is not a demon

This is the King of Buzang, who has a high status in Tantric Buddhism.

The fan monk on the right is a middle-aged man with a ditched nose and a yellow cloth monk's robe blowing on his tall and burly body without wind.

No one knows his name, only that he is the attendant of the Son.

And in the middle is a young monk.

Said he was young, but it seemed rather weird, because his face looked like a child's, and his skin was crystal clear.

Especially those eyes, which were extremely clear, yet possessed a strange charm.

This is the Holy Son of Tantric Buddhism.

In the Buddhist world of Dayan, he and the Hongchen monk of Dawei Temple are called the two great disciples of the Buddha.

"The Esoteric sect is so powerful. It has only been a few days since my lord Tianjun passed away, and you came here in the middle of the night to forcefully ask for the prisoner. Do you really think that I, the Yin Yang sect, are easy to bully?"

The Great Elder's words did not conceal his sarcasm and anger at all.

Beside him, there are the third elder Lan Xiaowan and the fourth elder of Yin Yang Sect.

The Fourth Elder was emaciated, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and his face also looked drunk, with his eyes always squinted, making one wonder if he was asleep.

Lan Xiaowan's beautiful eyes rolled, staring at the Son as if thinking about something.

"The Great Elder misunderstood."

King Buzang laughed loudly. "The poor monk and others came here just to welcome the concubine Ming back to the Tantric Sect, not to embarrass the Yin Yang Sect."

"It's a joke, since when did I become your tantric concubine, the chief minister of the Yin Yang sect? What's more, now that Yun Zhiyue is the murderer who assassinated Tianjun, how can I hand it over to you so easily."

Third Elder Lan Xiaowan said coldly.

Dharma King Bu Zang raised his eyebrows that were sparse like frost, and said with a faint smile: "In fact, everyone present knows in their hearts that Yun Zhiyue is impossible to kill Tianjun, she is just a scapegoat."

"Whether Yun Zhiyue is the murderer or not, my Yin Yang Sect will naturally investigate clearly, but in any case, it has nothing to do with your Tantric Sect."

Hearing the other party's words, the Great Elder's face turned slightly blue.

Dharma King Buzang shook his head lightly: "A year ago, Tianjun made an agreement with my Tantric School to let the chief minister, Yun Zhiyue, and my Tantric Son to practice double cultivation. all know."

"But later this agreement was cancelled." Lan Xiaowan said.

Dharma King Bu Zang smiled slightly: "It's just that your Yin-Yang Sect violated the agreement unilaterally, but my Tantric Sect did not. No matter what, Da Si Ming is the concubine of my Tantric Sect."

Bang!

The Great Elder slapped the table hard.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became a little more depressing, and the swaying lanterns and candles swayed rhythmically from side to side, with killing intent lingering.

The three holy sons of the Tantric sect sat there with a flat expression.

The momentum is tense.

At this time, a burst of light footsteps approached slowly.

The purple-clothed and purple-haired Shao Si Ming looked like a half-opened violet, smudged with holiness and nobility under the dim light.

She stood quietly on the side of the hall, not talking.

Gujing Bubo, the holy son of Tantric Buddhism, finally had a little inexplicable smile on his face, and looked sideways at the girl.

His eyes are clear.

No lust, no obscenity, no possession... just appreciation.

The Holy Son didn't look at it for too long before moving away.

He is not interested in Shao Si Ming.

The holy son clasped his hands together, like a clear spring with a slightly magnetic voice slowly echoing in the hall: "The little monk wants to see the chief minister."

The Great Elder frowned, glanced at Shao Siming, and said calmly: "No, Da Si Ming is being imprisoned now, and outsiders are not allowed to see her."

"It's just to meet and ask a few words."

The Son looked at the Great Elder with a gentle smile on his face. "Young monk will not meddle in the internal affairs of the Yin Yang Sect."

"If you say no, you can't. Are you deaf?"

Lan Xiaowan waved impatiently. "Get out of here quickly, my Yin Yang Sect doesn't welcome you!"

The Son was not offended by the other party's arrogance.

On the contrary, the attendant next to him showed a cold light in his eyes, and formed a lotus seal of Tantric Great Sun Tathagata in his hands.

Fayin erupted with extremely dazzling light, a whirlwind suddenly rose within three feet, the tables and chairs rumbled, and a substantial evil spirit gushed out to envelop Lan Xiaowan inside.

"court death!"

Lan Xiaowanyu patted the table with her hands, and thousands of rays of light burst out from her body and flew in all directions to resist the opponent's attack.

After a fine crackling sound, Lan Xiaowan took a few steps back with a muffled sound.

Seeing the middle-aged foreign monk rushing forward, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of the monk, and the small hand that was as bright as jade barely received any resistance, and it was printed on the middle-aged foreign monk's chest.

The green leaves fluttered, and a circle of yin and yang Tai Chi diagrams bloomed on the opponent's chest, bringing the sound of wind and thunder...

Bang!

The middle-aged monk flew out backwards, and landed lightly beside the Holy Son.

He narrowed his tiger eyes and stared at the petite Shao Si Ming in surprise, then clasped his hands together, waving his monk's robe with a hunting sound: "You are worthy of being Shao Si Ming, the poor monk admires, admires."

Shao Siming remained expressionless, turned around and returned to the position just now, standing quietly.

She is like an outsider, outside the world.

Lan Xiaowan smiled gratefully at Shao Si Ming, seeing that the other party didn't look at her, her expression became complicated again.

"Taishang Yin-Yang Art..."

The Holy Son lowered his eyes and meditated less, and murmured. "It's a pity to be heartless and desireless."

He turned his head to look at King Buzang next to him.

The Fawang hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and took out a gift, and said calmly: "Since we can't reach an agreement, then I will pay homage to Lord Tianjun first, and at the same time, I will chant scriptures and practice Dharma for Lord Tianjun for three days. Presumably the elder will not refuse." .”