A New Character Every Month

Lin Zi'an said: "The benefactor has a strong evil spirit, but it can't be induced. I'm afraid the evil spirit has turned into a demonic barrier. I will clean it up for the benefactor."

"Demon?"

The blue-faced man hurriedly said: "No, I haven't encountered many monsters so far, how could there be monsters?"

"Great Power Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha!"

Lin Zi'an's face remained unchanged, his hands turned into afterimages: "King Kong flames, burn!"

Several fist-sized flames fell from mid-air, one of which landed on the blue-faced man, and the other two landed on the black and white men respectively.

The flames spread all over their bodies in an instant, but they didn't do any harm to those around them.

On the side, Xiao Lu saw the flames on the blue-faced man, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly looked at the hem of the clothes he was holding in his hand.

release.

pay close attention.

release.

pay close attention.

After several times in a row, he finally grasped the hem of the clothes firmly and just closed his eyes.

Although these flames frightened her, she believed in her intuition, and the person in front of her would not use them against her.

"It hurts! You don't keep your word!"

The blue-faced man was in so much pain that he wanted to commit suicide and roll over, but he couldn't move, so he could only be burned alive.

"Amitabha, why did the benefactor say that, this seat is trying to clear away the evil spirit for you."

Lin Zian glanced at him indifferently, and walked out of the forest with the deer.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

He won't do the good thing of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, although this person is a bug at best.

But a little less trouble is a little bit.

When he was about to walk out of the woods, Xiao Lu looked back.

It was found that the three flames that were still burning just now could no longer see a trace of fire, not even the slightest trace of scorching.

Except for some traces on the ground, no one knew that there were three people who disappeared without a sound.

Two days later.

Lin Zian walked out of the room wearing a custom-made white monk robe and a string of holding beads on his hand.

Get on the special car of the hotel and go straight to Honkakuji Temple.

"Mage."

The driver in front couldn't help but start talking: "Looking at you, you should be going to participate in the Water and Land Ceremony of Hongjue Temple, right?"

Lin Zian smiled and said, "Yes."

"I don't know which temple the mage came from?"

The driver asked curiously.

"Jinshan Temple."

Lin Zian replied calmly.

"Jinshan Temple? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The driver was puzzled at first, and then said apologetically: "The temple that can cultivate the temperament of a mage must be a big temple. I blame my ignorance."

"No problem, Jinshan Temple is hidden in the world, and it's normal for the benefactor not to know."

Lin Zian slowly turned the bead in his hand, smiling slightly.

In terms of scale, how can Benjue Temple compare with Jinshan Temple, but Jinshan Temple is not in this world, if you know it, it will be really powerful.

It seems that no matter what the world's drivers are, they have a nagging personality, throwing questions here and there.

But amidst Lin Zian's answers, the driver gradually recovered from his excitement and began to concentrate on driving.

Lin Zian also closed his eyes.

Recalling the little monster Fawn he saved the day before yesterday, he suddenly felt a headache.

After walking out of the forest, he found that no matter what questions he asked, Xiao Lu always cherished words like gold, and only knew um, ah, oh the whole time.

Lin Zian didn't know that she was not autistic, but he was autistic.

Although there must be many secrets hidden in Xiaolu, her aura is extremely pure, so I can't torture him to extract a confession.

And he didn't want to be a nanny again, so he could only temporarily give her to Zhang Yulan to take care of her.

Maybe after some time, it will be better.

After a while, Lin Zian opened his eyes and found that he was near Benjue Temple.

After looking at the blocked, watery and rough road ahead and the snail-like speed of the car, he chose to get out of the car.

When temples in the ordinary world hold ceremonies, there are still many people watching, let alone this era of spiritual power recovery, it is almost a sea of ​​people.

Most of the people passing by on the street just came to watch the excitement. After all, although the Honjue Temple is big, the largest belt cannot accommodate so many people.

Lin Zian walked through the crowd.

No matter how crowded the road ahead is, every time he walks through, there will always be a just-right gap, just enough for him to walk through easily.

And these people who gave up their positions did not feel abnormal.

Soon, some sharp-eyed people also discovered this strange scene.

Seeing Lin Ziran's strange face and demeanor, he couldn't help wondering which monastery he was a monk from.

"Mom, that brother is so handsome!"

A little girl's voice came from the side.

Lin Zian looked over, and saw a little girl pointing at him, and said to the woman beside her.

Seeing him looking over, the woman smiled awkwardly.

Lin Zian also smiled slightly, then walked towards the gap ahead, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The little girl showed regret in her eyes and asked, "Mom, why does such a handsome brother become a monk?"

"Then why do you think handsome guys shouldn't be monks?"

the woman asked.

"Shouldn't monks be like these uncles?"

The little girl points aside.

Several burly young monks with rough faces just passed by, and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

Discrimination, this is discrimination, we are only in our teens, when did we become uncles.

If they saw a little girl talking, they would have been angry.

Lin Zian didn't see this scene. After submitting the invitation letter, he had already entered the Benjue Temple.

The Land and Water Ceremony of the Benjue Temple is held every three years, the promotion of Buddhism is only second, and the main purpose is to repair, strengthen and recharge the defensive formations in the city.

Lin Zian entered the gate, and before he had gone far, a voice came from behind: "Amitabha, is the mage Fa Hai?"

Looking back, I saw a rather handsome young monk looking at me with a smile.

"This seat is Fa Hai, who is the mage?"

Lin Zian said lightly.

Hearing his self-proclaim, the young monk's eyes flashed a trace of sullenness, and he said immediately: "The poor monk is wise."

Zhiran?

The name seemed familiar.

Lin Zian thought about it for a while, and immediately found the corresponding name in his mind.

Zhiran is one of the most gifted members of the younger generation of Honjue Temple. It is said that his talents in cultivation and Buddhism are amazing.

He joined the abbot of Honjue Temple when he was young and was trained as the next generation abbot.

第140七章 黑云遮蔽

Lin Zian said lightly: "What are you looking for?"

"I heard that senior brother Fa Hai killed ten thousand ghosts by himself not long ago. Is it true?"

Zhiran asked with a smile like a spring breeze.

Lin Zian shook his head: "This is a rumor."

"Junior Brother also thinks it's a little fake. After all, there are tens of thousands of ghosts, and they can be destroyed without saying anything."

The smile on Zhiran's face grew even wider.

"Yes."

Lin Zian nodded in agreement and said, "Obviously only a few thousand ghosts were killed, but who reported the exaggerated number of tens of thousands."

"Is... hmm?"

As soon as Zhiran opened his mouth, he suddenly froze, and asked hesitantly: "Senior brother, have you killed thousands of ghosts?"

"Ah."

Lin Zian nodded calmly, and then his eyes showed surprise: "Couldn't the younger brother be good?"

Zhiran's head suddenly popped up with veins, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

Not to mention thousands of ghosts, even if hundreds of the lowest-level ghosts were left to stand in place for him to kill, he might have to stop a few times in the middle to meditate to restore mana.