The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Yin Su's clothes have always been very particular. The patterns and accessories are not exactly the same, but the shape and matching are basically the same. At this moment, in He Jilin's eyes, those patterns all reveal mystery.

Moreover, the time he cheated Yin Ruo before, in fact, he didn't intend to kill Yin Ruo at first. In his opinion, Yin Su would only teach Yin Ruo a lesson, but to his surprise, Yin Su actually He was extremely angry and showed no mercy to Yin Ruo. Thinking about it now, if it weren't for some other reasons, Yin Su wouldn't have reacted so much.

"Your life is involved in this battle, and you are so half-hearted." Yin Su pierced his demon's belly with a sword, "Could it be that you have lost your fighting spirit?"

He Jilin covered his injured area with both hands, bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers, soaking his fingers, it was very painful, but he still smiled and said to Yin Su: "Of course it is to defeat the you."

Yin Su really didn't understand He Jilin's meaning at that moment, but in the next second, he saw something extremely incredible to him.

The formation he had spent so much time shaping was so easily dispelled. When did Monk Ji Lin know?How did he know?

But he didn't have the time to think about these questions any more, because He Jilin opened the pocket box that Yin Ruo got before, and lightly threw it into the air, and the remaining pheromones in it filled the entire courtyard in an instant.

King Yincheng, who was watching the play, was shocked. His eyes gradually turned red, while Yin Su was even more exaggerated than him, with blood-red light shining in his two eyeballs.

In this situation, He Jilin could easily hurt him, but even if he didn't hurt, it would be considered as his victory.

Perhaps this method of fighting against the enemy is very unreasonable, but Yin Su did not want to fight them with real swords and guns when he was captured, so it is not an exaggeration to use this method to deal with a person like him.

Yin Su opened his red eyes, and his originally clear and pleasant voice became hoarse, "Monk Ji Lin, next time this king will not let you go so easily."

He Jilin smiled lightly and slowly disappeared in front of him.He knew that the next meeting would be a real battle.

After returning to the human world, He Jilin released Chun Wu, and Chun Wu immediately helped him up, with a worried expression on his face: "Master, how is your injury?"

Yin Su's sword really hurt him very badly, He Jilin coughed up a mouthful of blood, he had exhausted the pills that Lu Qiuming had prepared for him, and now he could only hold on.

"Chun Wu, where is this place?"

Chunwu looked around, only to see that there were mountains and emerald green in front of him, and he couldn't tell which was where, "Master, there are mountains here, I don't know."

"Chunwu, take him out of the mountain as a teacher, and be careful when you go out, so that no one will find out." He Jilin really can't use mana at the moment, and his mana is used to prevent the injury from getting worse.

Chun Wu nodded seriously, carried He Jilin on his back, quickly crossed the mountain, and suddenly came out of the mountain, and there was a town not far from the mountain.

The two saw the name of the town clearly, and Chun Wu told He Jilin: "Master, I asked my father, and my father said that this place is just next to the area under the jurisdiction of the Demon Palace. He told us to go back to the mountain and wait. He will come soon."

"It's a pity that someone is here." He Jilin looked at the few people walking towards them not far away, and said in a low voice.

The visitor is an enemy rather than a friend.

They were dressed in Tianyimen costumes, and two of them were cultivators in the out-of-body period.They saw He Jilin and Chun Wu, walked in front of them, looked at the blood on He Jilin's body: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

One of them, who was slightly older, squinted his eyes and looked at He Jilin carefully, and said, "I heard that Monk Jilin, who is like the Buddhist sect, was left in the demon world. So, who are you?"

He Jilin sat on the ground and saluted with palms together: "The poor monk Jilin has seen all the benefactors."

"You are Jilin?" Several other Tianyi Sect disciples stared at him in surprise.

"I heard that you have fallen into the devil, but is it true?"

"You also killed the elders of our Tianyi sect, you must take revenge today!"

"Don't worry, now that the monster race is invading, we still need Lu Qiuming. We can't offend him now, but we can use him as a bargaining chip."

He Jilin sneered in his heart: Do these people want to take advantage of the fire when they see him seriously injured?

"Chunwu." He called out with lowered eyes, and Chunwu nodded, the two of them were connected, and Chunwu rushed in front of them like lightning in an instant, while He Jilin sacrificed the demon pestle at the same time, and the golden Buddha light sprinkled On them, several people lost their killing intent in an instant.

Chun Wu snatched all their Qiankun bags, and then dug out their Qiankun bags with their frightened expressions turned upside down, and found a lot of pills.

"Master, which one is it?" Chun Wu held all these bottles and cans in front of He Jilin and asked.

He Jilin couldn't hold on to the subduing magic pestle any longer, so he quickly picked a bottle out of it, and swallowed the dead horse as if it were a live horse doctor.

The elixir entered the body and turned into medicinal power in an instant, quickly repairing the injuries in his body. Sure enough, under the current situation in the human world, all the monks prepared were wound medicines.

Because of the effect of the elixir, He Jilin's complexion improved a lot, and the wound on his waist and abdomen gradually stopped bleeding.Chun Wu helped him to stand up, and He Jilin's power in the fusion period burst out, and several people immediately fought with each other, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

He Jilin was about to take Chunwu away when he saw that the sky not far away suddenly darkened, covering the sun with clouds.

Almost instantly, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky above several people, except for He Jilin and Chun Wu, the rest of them were all blown far away by the foul wind brought by the black snake.

The black snake glanced at He Jilin excitedly, then landed on the ground, shrunk a few times, and looked at He Jilin with vertical pupils.

He Jilin understood what he meant, and was not pretentious. He walked over and stepped up, sat on the snake, and wrapped his arms around his snake body.

Lu Qiuming turned his head, and the bright red snake letter licked He Jilin's face, He Jilin chuckled, "Go back quickly."

Lu Qiuming naturally obeyed, and quickly soared into the sky, soaring to the sky.Chun Wu followed behind them.

The extremely fast wind blew over He Jilin's body. He hugged Lu Qiuming tightly, opened his eyes and looked down at the ground from above. Everything on the ground became smaller. He felt lucky that he was able to see so many fantastic scenes in this world, even if it was just a dream, he was not at a loss.

And the snake under him made his blank emotional life more colorful. Along the way, he went through all kinds of emotions roughly, life and death, but it is best not to have death.

Lu Qiuming's speed was really fast, but they arrived at the magic palace after a while.

As soon as he arrived at the magic palace, Lu Qiuming turned back into a human body, impatiently dragged He Jilin into the room, and left Chunwu there alone.

Fortunately, Chunwu was accompanied by Zhao Yuan, and Zhao Yuan also ran over excitedly when he heard the news that they were coming back, still holding his sea jelly in his arms.

When Chun Wu saw him, he couldn't help but patted his head and laughed.

In the room, Lu Qiuming suddenly hugged He Jilin, "Monk, I'm sorry, and thank you."

Sorry, I didn't protect you; thank you, thank you for forgiving me.

He Jilin reached out and stroked his hair, and whispered in his ear, "Let me go first."

Lu Qiuming hummed and said, "I don't want to let go."

He Jilin's voice was gentle: "My injury is not healed yet..."

Lu Qiuming let him go immediately, "I'll find Xiao Wu!"

He Jilin held him back, "No need, I can practice for a while."

Lu Qiuming held his hand instead, and looked at him affectionately with handsome eyes: "Then you go to practice, and I will stay here with you." After saying that, he bowed his head and kissed the back of He Jilin's hand.

He Jilin sat on the warm jade bed, pointed to his side, "You come here too."

Although Lu Qiuming was surprised, he still sat down and looked at He Jilin intently, "The monk wants me to practice together?"

The corners of He Jilin's mouth curled up, and his handsome eyes were full of smiles, "Lie down."

Lu Qiuming seemed to be startled by his words, and just stared at him blankly, "He, monk, what are you going to do?"

He Jilin raised an eyebrow at him, and Lu Qiuming immediately lay down, also, he can do whatever the monk asks him to do, why bother to ask?

After Lu Qiuming lay down, He Jilin stretched out his slender hand to touch his belt.Lu Qiuming grabbed his hand impulsively, his face was a little red, and he didn't dare to look at him, "He, monk, er, why don't you practice?"

He Jilin smiled, stretched out his other hand, and pressed it on the warm jade bed beside him, then leaned down and approached his face, Lu Qiuming held his breath instantly, his heart fluttered Jump.

He Jilin's eyes lingered on his face, from eyebrows to eyes, from nose to lips, from cheeks to chin, from the angle of Lu Qiuming, all he could see was He Jilin's eyelashes close at hand Like fluttering butterfly wings, blinking and blinking, it immediately tickled my heart.

"Monk..." he said in a hoarse voice, "do you want to..." What?

Before he finished speaking, he felt a heat on his lips, but before he could react, He Jilin had already straightened up, but his shirt had been opened at some point.

He was still doubting whether the wild monk in front of him was fake, so he felt a few cold fingers touching his waist, and the monk's expression made him feel distressed.

Lu Qiuming held his fingers and comforted him softly: "I'm fine, don't be sad, I'm not feeling well if you're like this."

He Jilin looked at the scaly scar on Lu Qiuming's waist, his eyes were slightly red, he turned away abruptly, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to practice, you go down."

Lu Qiuming sat up, stretched out his arms, and hugged He Jilin from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Monk, don't drive me away." He kissed He Jilin on the ear one time.

He Jilin smiled helplessly, "I didn't say to drive you away, I just want to practice." He turned his head to look at Lu Qiuming, their eyes collided, and an inexplicable emotion rose in their hearts at the same time, and their eyes immediately stuck together.