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The weather has also cooled down.

On this day, the strong wind whipped up silk rain, which slanted into the temple.

Little Tang Monk sat cross-legged in front of the window, feeling the light rain and the cold, holding an ancient Buddhist scripture in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were voices of conversation next door.

Although Yang Lin's Jingyuan avatar nestled in the bloody mole, held his breath and hid his form, and did not touch a trace of Buddha's light, his five senses were extremely sensitive, and he had already heard clearly that it was a wise guest from the temple asking to see Elder Faming.

"Elder, now the mountain gate welcomes many people who are in distress, and they can't be driven away. Many benefactors in the vicinity are also afraid of demons eating people, and they go to the mountain to offer incense, asking for my Buddha's blessing, I don't know what will happen next..."

"Once every three years, demons come into chaos and demon clouds rise everywhere. The common people place high hopes on Jinshan Temple and ask for protection, but they have to ignore it. My Buddha is merciful. I will go down the mountain immediately to eliminate demons. I can't chill the hearts of believers."

Monk Faming has long been used to these things.

In the past, the monks of their Jinshan Temple would travel around, slaying demons and eliminating demons. Of course, the most important thing was to spread their reputation and flourish the Buddhism.

In the past few years, the people's livelihood in Jiangzhou was still good, but the number of people who went to Jinshan Temple decreased by [-] to [-]%. They had no choice but to let it go.

For Faming, every vicious evil spirit and ghost is actually a treasure.

When the world is peaceful, no one believes, they can only recite scriptures, worship Buddha, and stay in the temple all day long, no one cares about it.

"Incense, incense..."

Faming murmured a few words, cheered up, waved away the intellectual, and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Jiang Liu'er is three and a half years old, it's time to learn about the Buddhist methods of killing demons and demons, and experience the suffering of all beings..."

Monk Faming walked to the bedroom of the little Tang monk, and saw a small figure, who was concentrating on studying Buddhist scriptures, and nodded slowly.

"Come down the mountain with me."

He stretched out his hand, led Jiang Liu'er, and walked out of Jinshan Temple slowly.

Yang Lin was silent in the blood mole, without speaking.

Little Tang Monk lowered his eyelids silently, followed quietly, and did not speak.

……

"Three years of demon chaos, the birth of a demon boss, the resurgence of disasters, a good opportunity."

Three years have passed.

Wei Wuji was still in light robes, his face was like a crown of jade, and the years seemed to have left no traces on his body.

However, Shang Huainan and Lu Ying, who were beside him, clearly felt that his young master was actually much older.

The inner torment and depression made him live like years.

Be patient.

endure.

He didn't know how long he could bear it.

Chapter 483 Wuji design, life and death

Walking in the school and the field every day, Wei Wuji pretended that he didn't realize that there was a trace of divine power that was always watching him, paying attention to Shangbo and Lvying around him. He pretended to be harmless and worked hard all the time.

The slaughter of that day seemed to have passed long ago.

Even the people in the three counties of Jiangzhou have gradually forgotten that Lord Sima led all his subordinates to smear Lord Inspector, and even fought a big battle.

That battle was very tragic, and the lives of the people afterwards were also very tragic.

Some live, some die.

People who are alive no longer think about things that are too long-term.

Today, almost every household has portraits. After the lesson of blood, everyone understands that the benefits of burning incense and offering sacrifices are actually their own. In this wicked world, ordinary people are the rations of demons. The solution, you can't rely on yourself, you can only rely on others.

Or rather, by God.

When the sky was full of dark clouds drifting by.

There were shouts and roars all around the city.

Wei Wuji's indifferent and calm eyes were a little more cold, and the fake smile that was on his lips all the time was also a little more sincere.

"The time has come, remember what I told you?"

Wei Wuji walked through the dormitory step by step, ignoring the young students who were running around in a panic, his voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

"Remember, will that person let it go on purpose, pretending to be incapable of being a separate body, but actually blocking the gates of Sifang City to prevent us from leaving?"

"He may be on guard against me, but he will never guard against you. After all, in his eyes, you are not worthy of too much attention. At this time, if you allocate most of your attention to care, the power of the god body will be greatly damaged. How can we save these more than [-] people?"

Wei Wuji smiled lightly, the Golden Dragon Immortal Sword hanging on his waist was emitting layers of light waves.

Beside him, the concubine Luying remained silent, but Shang Huainan turned into a ripple, and rushed into the long street silently, mixed with the rushing people, and went straight through the north gate without any disturbance. The guards of the city.

"Three years, how many three years are there in life, Shang Bo, don't let me down, reveal the real situation here, report to the court, and tell my father."

"Li Wuding himself is not worth mentioning. His strength in the late stage of the third stage, or the beginning of the fourth stage. However, his evil god cultivated by evil methods has absorbed too much incense of faith, but it should not be underestimated. People who are less than the fifth stage In the late immortal period, it is very difficult to fight against him. It is best for the father to arrive in person and suppress him directly, without giving him any chance to stand up."

Waited quietly for three years.

Wei Wuji finally waited until the disaster came.

In fact, he didn't know why a disaster happened every three years, and a disaster happened every nine years, and the world was turned upside down.

But he understands that this kind of disaster cannot be solved by one state or one place. Even if one has the belief of evil gods and the net of incense and fire gods is all over the state, if he wants to protect the people, he must do his best.

At this time, as long as the evil god is not stupid, he will not focus most of his attention on himself who is doing things honestly.

As the saying goes, success is also a portrait, and failure is also a portrait.

With such a portrait to disperse his thoughts, he must not be able to see through the smoke everywhere. In fact, there is one less person beside me.

Wei Wuji believed in the ability of his own fairy sword. Although he couldn't fully control it, this sword was of the sixth-order essence after all, and could display the mighty power of the late fifth-order.

Without being fully suppressed by Xianghuo's divine power, he was able to create a false body and play with a little trick.

"Unfortunately, my goal is too big. I can't go out of the city in person. Otherwise, it will attract attention. However, this is enough. With Shang Bo leaving, as long as he leaves the net of the gods and the network of beliefs, with his footsteps, he will It won't be long before we can reach Chang'an."

"Li Wuding, you are dead."

Wei Wuji let out a long breath, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pitch-black animal head with long horns popping out of the street not far away, surrounded by black air, just about to swallow a frightened commoner into his mouth , there was a beam of golden divine light descending from the sky.

boom……

The divine light shone, and the pitch-black long-horned animal head, like a melting wax torch, melted into a ball of black water, and then dissipated into green smoke.

Beams of light are like rain everywhere.

Further away, there is also a dense golden light net, which bombards and falls from time to time.

While frightening, there is also a rare sense of security.

Far and near, countless people fell to their knees and shouted loudly.

"Bless the gods, Lord Inspector bless you."

……

Governor's Mansion, the third floor of the garden tower.

Yang Lin stood quietly beside the railing, looking in the direction of Sima Mansion thoughtfully.

"Finally can't help it? I thought, if it's safe and sound, I'll forgive you once, but unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it."

"Master, has Wei Sima sent someone back to Beijing?"

There was a faint sadness on Yin Wenjiao's face.

In the past three years, not only has she not gained weight, but she has lost a lot of weight, and her face is also slightly pale.

Originally, Yang Lin thought, the little Tang monk went to Jinshan Temple, and the monk Faming never went down the mountain, and he couldn't even meet him once, so he had another little guy with her, maybe it would make this woman less sad and more sustenance.

It's a pity that there is a matter of having a son, and there is no such thing as no.

I obviously don't have the ability of a Bodhisattva, so I let whoever I want to be born.

The result is no.

Thinking too much hurts her body, Yang Lin suspects that Yin Wenjiao will not live long if this goes on.

If it is in the original story, she still has thoughts, maybe she wants to see her son again one day, or maybe she forgets everything, completely accepts her fate, lives her life with Li Wuding, and is completely a bad woman.

However, things are different now.

Li Wuding has long since ceased to exist.

Not even ash to be found.

As for Chen Guangrui, I heard that he is still alive and will come back in 18 years.

And the husband in front of me who doesn't know who he is, although he is quite good, always makes people feel a strange uneasiness in his heart.

The most important thing is that she knew the plan of the Buddhist sect, and deep down in her heart, she probably also knew that the son might have a very miserable life in this life.

Even if he found it, how can he compete with such a great power?

Everything can only be doomed.

"Yes, Wei Wuji's gaze has been on the No. [-] God, but he doesn't pay attention to me, but he doesn't understand, why am I staring at him all the time?"

"Why didn't the master stop that old man Shang? If he really sent the letter to Chang'an, I'm afraid..."

"I thought, you would want him to send a letter back? After all, it has been more than three years, and you may miss your parents, but in the end, you haven't written a letter, and you haven't sent anyone. In fact, I really Don't care about that."

Yang Lin shook his head and looked at Yin Wenjiao with pity.

The other party is very virtuous, virtuous too much.

For such a long time, she didn't write a letter to Chang'an, probably because she didn't want to make herself suspicious, or she was already determined to marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog.

"What about writing a letter?"

A bleakness flashed across Yin Wenjiao's face.

"Actually, there is one thing you don't understand. Ever since the second day of our wedding, the imperial court asked us to leave Beijing to take office in Jiangzhou. Both the imperial court and our family have completely given up on me."

"Otherwise, no matter how ruthless he is, it's impossible for my father to come to Jiangzhou without a letter for more than three years, and not a single person came to visit him."

Yes.

Yin Wenjiao was actually right.

All this is really unreasonable.

Yang Lin also couldn't figure out what kind of secrets there were.

How many people are planning in it.

However, for 18 years in Jiangzhou, there was no news, no relocation of officials, no debriefing. It was as if the entire imperial court and the two families had suffered from amnesia. They completely forgot about Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao. There must be some strangeness in this.

but.

This kind of weirdness just gave him room to manipulate, otherwise, he would still be annoying.

"Hey, the old monk took Xiaobao away from the mountain... I am still worried about how to deal with the aftermath of this matter? This is just right."

Following Yang Lin's thoughts, he moved slightly.

Demon Slaying Demon Division.

A young Taoist in green robe suddenly turned into water light, projected into the sky, and went straight down the river. In an instant, he overtook Shang Huainan, who was running wildly with white beard and white hair, and fell into the Hongjiang River.

Entering the water silently, like a phantom, arrived at a shining crystal palace.

Qi Yuan's avatar showed a faint figure, and after shaking his body, he had already turned white beard and white hair, and his figure was stooped.

With both hands, he played the complicated hand formula, and in a short time he arrived at the "corpse" of "Chen Guangrui" avatar, picked it up, rushed out of the Crystal Palace, and rushed out through the water.

Behind him, the dozing old dragon groaned wildly, his eyeballs were blood red, and he chased after him fiercely.

The water in the Hongjiang River was three feet high, and the dragon ascended to the sky, swimming around, and hurriedly chased after the figure of the old man with white beard who stole the "corpse".

Chapter 484

Yang Lin felt very strange.