Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song's words reminded Yin Su of Huiyin's quiet and compassionate eyes, "Afraid of him?"

"It can't be said that I'm afraid," Wen Song thought for a while and said, "When I face Master, I always feel that whatever I do, in his eyes, there is nothing to hide."

"It's as if... being oppressed by something invisible."

He paused, and said: "However, it is also possible that I have a guilty conscience and feel wrong."

Yin Su is more inclined to Wen Song's former statement. Although he has not met Huiyin many times, he always feels that this person is a little unpredictable.

Wen Song continued: "Regardless of other things, because you have copied so many scriptures, it is always true, so Su Su has to compensate me."

Yin Su listened to his self-contained fallacies, and smiled narrowly, "How to make up for it?"

Wen Song fiddled with the rosary in his hand, and said, "I'm not a greedy person either, Su Su can get those spirit stones I owe..."

"No," Yin Su knew what he was planning when he heard it, "Do you want to lie to Lingshi again?"

As soon as Wen Song heard the word "cheat", he exploded, "What do you mean by cheating again? I have never lied to Lingshi before."

Listening to the angry voice on the other side, Yin Su couldn't help but think of Wen Song's obedient appearance with his ears pricked up to be touched, "I was wrong, you don't lie to Lingshi, you only lie to Lingzhi."

Wen Song's ears were feverish from what he said, "If you don't want to, you don't want to, I don't want it."

Originally, he wanted to tell Yin Su that he was going to receive a full precept, but now he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

Three days later, in the Hongzheng Palace.

No matter how much Wen Song resists in his heart, he must be fully precepted. Looking at Huiyin's jade-like face, he can't express any intimacy.

Wen Song didn't want to be ashamed like last time, so he put a silence technique on himself before taking the precept to prevent him from crying.

Although he couldn't cry, the pain from burning the ring scars was real. He was crying silently, looking very pitiful.

After receiving the full precepts, Wen Song took the pain-relief pill prepared in advance, then put on the monk's shoes, and barely completed the precept ceremony.

When he returned to the meditation room, Wen Song kicked off his shoes and looked at his feet. Because of the burn, there were a few red and slightly sunken ring scars on the white and tender feet. When I touched it, it felt a little itchy.

Wen Song put his feet down and thought quietly: From today on, he is a real monk.

At this moment, another meditation room in Jingyin Temple.

"Amitabha."

"I don't like to hear people chant Buddha's name, so why call me?"

It was a slightly hoarse female voice who spoke.

"This old man has found a different species. If the Lord needs it, he can take him away."

"Oh?"

The woman seemed to be slightly interested, "What kind of blood?"

"I don't know," said the monk with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, "This one needs to be summoned by the Lord with the Jue You Grass."

"I won't do it myself." The woman turned her back to the monk, unable to see his face clearly, "put him in this group of alien species and send him to Fengdu Cliff."

"Amitabha."

When Wen Song regained consciousness, he was still a little dizzy in his mind. He wanted to raise his eyes to take a look, but his upper eyelids seemed to be pressed against a hill, and the movements that he could do easily in normal times were extremely difficult now, so easy There was a gap in the corner of his eyes, and Wen Song knew where he was. He didn't understand why he came from the meditation room to a... cage.

It's a real cage, small and dark, and surrounded by barriers. Except for this small area, you can't see anything else. Wen Song is caught in it, and he can only move his body curled up. The tip of his nose moves. , There was a faint smell of blood.

Wen Song tried to use his spiritual power, but found that his dantian was empty. Looking at the completely unfamiliar environment in front of him, he felt a little scared, "Xiao Ming, do you know where I am?"

"I don't know," Ming Xinjing moved in the sea of ​​consciousness, "When your consciousness fell into a deep sleep, I also lost consciousness."

It looked at Wen Song who couldn't move in the cage, and suggested, "I remember that you and Yin Su have just formed a Taoist partnership, and now you can ask him for help."

"It's not a Taoist contract," Wen Song retorted, "I don't want to contact Su Su."

Ming Xinjing asked him, "Can you escape by yourself?"

Wen Song wanted to shake his head, but he didn't have the strength, "I don't know anything about the current situation, what if Su Su is trapped when he comes?"

If Ming Xinjing was outside now, she would want to slap her body on Wen Song's forehead, "You can't take care of yourself anymore, do you still miss others?"

Wen Song leaned against the back of the cage and didn't speak. He was very scared, but he was even more afraid of getting Yin Su involved.

Ming Xinjing looked at Wen Song's appearance, and wanted to let him fend for himself, but when he thought of the origin of his investment in Wen Song, he gave up this idea, "You can ask Yin Su to inform your master."

"But Susu just escaped not long ago, isn't this like throwing yourself into a trap?"

Ming Xinjing said: "You have more than one master."

Wen Song thought that he had shaved all his hair, and felt a little shameless, but face is always more important than life.

After Wen Song contacted the person, he explained his situation again.

Hearing this, Yin Su frowned, rubbed his fingers against the hilt of the sword, and said, "You said you lost consciousness in the meditation room?"

"Well," Wen Song said, "Susu, did you say that Master found me missing when I was standing?"

I don't know if Huiyin found Yin Su, but he remembered some things that had been neglected in the past, such as why Wen Song, a young monk who had just established his foundation, was accepted as a disciple by the great power of a Buddhist temple. Did he say a few words that were quite Zen-like? Another example was the restriction on his body. After leaving the Bell Ringing Tower, Yin Su discovered that the restriction on his body was actually not difficult to solve, but it took a long time.

Those little things that are wrong seem to be intended to keep Wen Song behind and lure him away.

In this situation, Yin Su has no way to ask Huiyin for help. If all this has something to do with him, then what he did is tantamount to scaring the snake.

Thinking of Wen Song's current situation, Yin Su couldn't help feeling angry, "I'll go find you."

"Well," Wen Song hugged his knees and said, "Don't come here alone, Su Su, first go to my master Sang Yi Zhenjun, who can take me away quietly in Jingyin Temple, this person should have a very good cultivation base. sharp."

Yin Su responded, but I don't know if he agreed or not.

After Wen Song took the initiative to cut off the contact, he picked up the sword and said goodbye to Rong Xian, "If you can't find the relics at the auction, you can go to the mortal world to find them, although they are not as good as the relics left by the great masters in the cultivation world. The son's merits and virtues are strong, but if you accumulate a little, you can always accumulate enough."

Rong Xian said: "Fellow Daoist Yin, won't you go?"

"Sorry, I have more important things to do."

Looking at Yin Su's suddenly sharp eyes, Rong Xian had a guess in his heart, but his sense of propriety made him stop asking questions, "Okay, Qi Mu and I will inform our acquaintances if we have news."

"Ah."

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