The foot that stepped on Feng Jianpo's back suddenly lightened, and the killing intent that enveloped him, and the cold blade added to his body, suddenly disappeared without a trace.
But Feng Jian's vigilance on Po Mei's eyebrows not only did not dissipate, but became more dignified.
Although he is not afraid of death, but before he really dies, he will never give up the slightest chance to fight back and win the hope of life.
At this moment, Feng Jianpo felt that there was only a glimmer of hope, like a thread in the wind, suddenly snapped.
The monk named Fenlian who stepped on his back and broke his right hand holding the sword grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up.The strength of the arm made Feng Jianpo's pupils shrink suddenly.
He bit the tip of his tongue and looked at this person calmly.
The monk in front of him, although his original expression was cold, but he still showed some bloodthirsty and contemptuous ridicule, he was still a person who could be deduced with common sense.
At this moment, that Baoxiang's solemn face showed no expression at all, not really expressionless, but as if all emotions were out of control in an instant, so that no thoughts could stay in his heart, and nothing mattered anymore.
Like a god with an empty shell.
However, Feng Jianpo felt the terror and danger that he had never experienced before, as if the clouds above his head covered the sky and covered the sun without bounds.The violent wind and rain are raging, and they will destroy all living things within sight.
Feng Jianpo is no stranger to the kind of chilling subconscious hairs standing on end that make it difficult to suppress the desperate thoughts.
He once experienced under the hands of his teacher's good friend, Master Pudu, that Buddhist masters whose martial arts are so high that they can easily create their own Zen domain, drag their opponents into it, and crush and destroy them mentally.
Feng Jianpo immediately understood that he was dragged into the artistic illusion created by the monk with his killing intent.
This artistic conception is distorted like a storm, as if ghosts and ghosts suddenly appear and disappear, so chaotic and unstable, it can be seen that it is not completely under the subjective control of this person.
What Feng Jianpo couldn't understand was, why did this person suddenly lose control?
He wondered suspiciously, what did he say before, he seems to have mentioned... Yan Qingdu?
Fen Lian strangled Feng Jianpo's neck with one hand, letting him touch the ground with only his toes.
Feng Jianpo still tried his best to keep calm at such a time, his body relaxed and hung down, and he didn't make unnecessary struggles.There was only a pair of cold and sharp eyes staring at Fenlian coldly, and the broken right hand was hanging down limply.The left hand is quietly behind the back...
Hearing Feng Jianpo say that Yan Qing is not a bad person, Fen Lian's heart froze, but he wanted to laugh.
Not gratified, not happy, but even more, most angry.Then came the killing intent that skyrocketed out of control!
"Is he good or bad, huh?"
Fen Lian looked at this person, but what she saw in front of her eyes was not only this person, but also all the people who thought they were contributing to the flames in the previous life, as well as himself.
They are such a group of high-ranking good people who together create a villain and then kill him without any burden.
"Because he is not a good person, you can do whatever you want to him. Do everything and claim to be righteous."
Fen Lian smiled coldly.
"Evil, who is it? Is it you, me, or him?"
The dagger in Feng Jian's left hand suddenly stabbed towards Fen Lian's neck, and was completely thrown out by the aura of the body protector.Like a kite in a storm, he took advantage of the situation and flew out swiftly, leaving with one blow.
Fen Lian unhurriedly chased after her.
"Amitabha. There are twelve types of life in the world of outflows. The original enlightenment is wonderful, bright, and enlightened. The heart body is no different from that of the Buddhas of the ten directions. Because of your delusional thinking and delusion, ignorance occurs, and delusion is everywhere. Therefore, there is emptiness and transformation. There is no end to fascination, there is a world born..."
The solemn and holy Buddha's voice, under this dark sky, is like a paradoxical and terrifying magic voice.
Feng Jianpo was covered in cold sweat, ignoring the injury on his right hand, and kept running away.However, what he sees are all thousands of virtual images, as the Buddha's voice said, born of his own distracting thoughts.
Countless enemies lurking in the dark night ahead, many familiar faces came to attack and kill him with ferocious hatred.
If it's an illusion, but Feng Jianpo's body keeps showing signs of being injured by them. If it's true, these people are obviously either in the death row of Dali Temple, or they are already dead.
Fen Lian held the Buddha beads of relics in her hand, and Shi Shiran walked over, reciting the "Shurangama Sutra" in a low voice, watching Feng Jianpo who was constantly fighting with her five-kandha demon with cold eyes.
"Hey, donkey."
Suddenly, the voice of Fen Lian chanting sutras faltered, and his footsteps also stopped, and he froze in place motionless.
The voice was ethereal, tangible and insubstantial, appearing behind him on the left, and suddenly fell to the front on the right.
A proud chuckle: "...Are you angry?"
The next moment was a hidden anger: "...I will kill you."
It became clearer and clearer, with more and more voices, and countless illusory phantoms appeared around him.
If you can't help but open your eyes to look, those shadows will immediately hide behind you.
Only by closing your eyes and neither listening nor looking, can the voice be clear and the figure solidified, and come to him.
Fen Lian is very familiar with it.
The most recent time, when that figure leaned against his shoulder, he even felt the coldness of that finger on his heart.
"Master," the man smiled, as if he was bored, his eyes were cold, mocking and frivolous, and said to him, "I can't reincarnate, I can't be reborn, because your five aggregates are not empty. You imprison me, here."
He couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to hug the man into his arms.I clearly feel that I have touched it, but when I open my eyes, there is only coldness.It seemed that the moment he embraced him, that figure was shut into his heart.
But, that was the previous life.
After rebirth, after he saw that person again, he never had it again.
Fen Lian couldn't help but look at it.
Under the dark night, shadowy figures are scattered all over the wilderness. If you catch them from the corner of your eye, they will disappear and appear in the next place after just one glance.
Fen Lian kept chasing those remnants, her eyes were empty and confused, and her eyes were subconsciously gentle: "Why are you here?"
The peacock-blue figure seemed to be shining, sitting on the ruined wall, with his arms propped on his side, looking at him from bottom to top with his eyes closed.
The voice was disheartened and boring: "Monk, since you know that the five aggregates are delusion, delusion is to blame, and infatuation occurs, why can't you bear it yourself? I am here, of course you have lost control of your demons again. Do you still need to ask?"
As soon as the voice fell, it disappeared again.
Fen Lian supported her head and shook it vigorously.That's right, Wu Jiu is still at home, these are all his hallucinations.
He suddenly looked at Feng Jianpo who was still fighting in the phantom, and after killing this person, he had to go back to Yan's house quickly to find Wu Jiu.
No, no blame is not at home.Can't find it.
Fen Lian walked over step by step, stopped the Buddhist ceremony with one hand, and made a dent in Feng Jianpo's chest with his inner strength, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards.He slammed into the dilapidated city wall.
Fen Lian stood on the spot and looked at him quietly, her black pupils narrowed dangerously, and her eyes were red with nervousness: "Where did he go? Why can't I find it?"
Feng Jianpo leaned against the wall, taking advantage of this time, biting his sleeve with his teeth to fix the broken right hand. Hearing this, his face was full of rebelliousness, and he asked with a sneer, "Who are you talking about? Yan Qingdu? As the person closest to you Of course, he is also the person under suspicion. At this moment, he is at the sixth door."
Fen Lian's pupils trembled suddenly upon hearing this, Zhuge Xiao once said in his previous life that he killed Yan Wujiu.Although everyone felt that what Zhuge Xiao said was just to attract Fenlian's killing intent.
However, Fen Lian felt from the beginning to the end that Zhuge Xiao must have known about Yan Wujiu's death, and he was more or less inescapably involved in it.The entire six doors cannot escape the relationship.
In the whole world, the most dangerous place for Yan Wujiu is around people with six doors.
Furious, Fen Lian raised her hand, Feng Jian, who was cornered this time, had nowhere to escape.
Feng Jianpo leaned against the wall, in a state of embarrassment that he had never experienced before, but it did not damage his arrogance at all. Facing Fen Lian's undisguised killing intent, he said coldly: "You kill someone and you dare to run amok in the world, you You should be thankful that it was the six doors that found you, not the enemy. If he is innocent, no one can blame him, and it is safer to be at the six doors than by your side."
Boom.
It is a broken city wall that has collapsed.
A piece of dust and smoke fell quietly, and Feng Jianpo, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, lay in the ruins.
Fen Lian was disturbed and restless, and that palm missed the city wall.
The clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight shone on Fenlian's half body through the cracked wall.
In an instant, countless translucent branches sprouted on his body, and Fen Lian supported the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Jianpo, as the person with the highest martial arts among the gods of the Six Doors, is by no means easy to deal with.Burning lotus hurt him to such an extent, he naturally felt uncomfortable, the injury was not light.It's just that he doesn't care.
At this moment, when the moonlight shines, the Gu poison is stimulated, but those things germinate when they see blood.
Fen Lian leaned against the wall and sat down, trying her best to stabilize her mind and meditate.
After a few breaths, the breath of the whole person calmed down, and he opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed and peaceful.
Fen Lian stood up, looked around hesitantly, and stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. After a long time, she called softly: "Wugui..."
Yan Wujiu was naturally not there, no one responded to him, only Feng Jianpo, who was half fainted in the ruins, let out a cough.
Fen Lian walked towards him.
……
At this moment, Fen Lian, who followed Yan Wujiu back to Yan's house, was full of doubts, he clearly remembered that he was in the western suburbs last night, he killed Feng Jianpo, then the moonlight came out, and the poison was stimulated, he just meditated for a while, As a result, lost memory again.
When he woke up, he found himself standing on the street.
People on the street said that the real culprit who killed Miss Ran surrendered to the law, and Yan Wugui was released without charge.
County magistrate Yan hurried to the county government office, saw him passing by, and immediately entrusted him in a good mood to pick up Yan Wujiu home.
This was naturally in Fen Lian's arms.
Although I don't know what happened last night, but the result is very good, Yan Wujiu came back safely without any damage.
However, Fen Lian couldn't help but think of Feng Jianpo's words last night.
Those who died in the Guchan Temple, he was suspected of being the murderer by the six doors, and the six doors were chasing him, and then targeted Yan Wujiu.
In the previous life, Fen Lian also did the same thing, but although the six doors chased him, it was because of other cases, most of which were blamed on him by Yan Wujiu, in order to take advantage of the six doors catch him.
Fen Lian used to think of Yan Wujiu's behavior only for fun, and never really cared about it.If Yan Wujiu couldn't catch up with him, he would show up on purpose instead, trying to tease him intentionally or unintentionally.
If Yan Wujiu could have been safe and sound in this life, but he got involved because he was by his side...
For the first time, Fen Lian had doubts about himself. He stopped and looked at the haughty and arrogant back.
The best way to protect Yan Wujiu is not for him to guard this person, but to expel all troubles from him.Including six doors, including Fenlian herself.
He knows what to do.
The author has something to say: last night, because he had been cultivating immortals for several days and was almost soaring, so he woke up this morning to type.
Well, of course, Gugu’s little red flower will not be lost, and it will be updated every day~
But Feng Jian's vigilance on Po Mei's eyebrows not only did not dissipate, but became more dignified.
Although he is not afraid of death, but before he really dies, he will never give up the slightest chance to fight back and win the hope of life.
At this moment, Feng Jianpo felt that there was only a glimmer of hope, like a thread in the wind, suddenly snapped.
The monk named Fenlian who stepped on his back and broke his right hand holding the sword grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up.The strength of the arm made Feng Jianpo's pupils shrink suddenly.
He bit the tip of his tongue and looked at this person calmly.
The monk in front of him, although his original expression was cold, but he still showed some bloodthirsty and contemptuous ridicule, he was still a person who could be deduced with common sense.
At this moment, that Baoxiang's solemn face showed no expression at all, not really expressionless, but as if all emotions were out of control in an instant, so that no thoughts could stay in his heart, and nothing mattered anymore.
Like a god with an empty shell.
However, Feng Jianpo felt the terror and danger that he had never experienced before, as if the clouds above his head covered the sky and covered the sun without bounds.The violent wind and rain are raging, and they will destroy all living things within sight.
Feng Jianpo is no stranger to the kind of chilling subconscious hairs standing on end that make it difficult to suppress the desperate thoughts.
He once experienced under the hands of his teacher's good friend, Master Pudu, that Buddhist masters whose martial arts are so high that they can easily create their own Zen domain, drag their opponents into it, and crush and destroy them mentally.
Feng Jianpo immediately understood that he was dragged into the artistic illusion created by the monk with his killing intent.
This artistic conception is distorted like a storm, as if ghosts and ghosts suddenly appear and disappear, so chaotic and unstable, it can be seen that it is not completely under the subjective control of this person.
What Feng Jianpo couldn't understand was, why did this person suddenly lose control?
He wondered suspiciously, what did he say before, he seems to have mentioned... Yan Qingdu?
Fen Lian strangled Feng Jianpo's neck with one hand, letting him touch the ground with only his toes.
Feng Jianpo still tried his best to keep calm at such a time, his body relaxed and hung down, and he didn't make unnecessary struggles.There was only a pair of cold and sharp eyes staring at Fenlian coldly, and the broken right hand was hanging down limply.The left hand is quietly behind the back...
Hearing Feng Jianpo say that Yan Qing is not a bad person, Fen Lian's heart froze, but he wanted to laugh.
Not gratified, not happy, but even more, most angry.Then came the killing intent that skyrocketed out of control!
"Is he good or bad, huh?"
Fen Lian looked at this person, but what she saw in front of her eyes was not only this person, but also all the people who thought they were contributing to the flames in the previous life, as well as himself.
They are such a group of high-ranking good people who together create a villain and then kill him without any burden.
"Because he is not a good person, you can do whatever you want to him. Do everything and claim to be righteous."
Fen Lian smiled coldly.
"Evil, who is it? Is it you, me, or him?"
The dagger in Feng Jian's left hand suddenly stabbed towards Fen Lian's neck, and was completely thrown out by the aura of the body protector.Like a kite in a storm, he took advantage of the situation and flew out swiftly, leaving with one blow.
Fen Lian unhurriedly chased after her.
"Amitabha. There are twelve types of life in the world of outflows. The original enlightenment is wonderful, bright, and enlightened. The heart body is no different from that of the Buddhas of the ten directions. Because of your delusional thinking and delusion, ignorance occurs, and delusion is everywhere. Therefore, there is emptiness and transformation. There is no end to fascination, there is a world born..."
The solemn and holy Buddha's voice, under this dark sky, is like a paradoxical and terrifying magic voice.
Feng Jianpo was covered in cold sweat, ignoring the injury on his right hand, and kept running away.However, what he sees are all thousands of virtual images, as the Buddha's voice said, born of his own distracting thoughts.
Countless enemies lurking in the dark night ahead, many familiar faces came to attack and kill him with ferocious hatred.
If it's an illusion, but Feng Jianpo's body keeps showing signs of being injured by them. If it's true, these people are obviously either in the death row of Dali Temple, or they are already dead.
Fen Lian held the Buddha beads of relics in her hand, and Shi Shiran walked over, reciting the "Shurangama Sutra" in a low voice, watching Feng Jianpo who was constantly fighting with her five-kandha demon with cold eyes.
"Hey, donkey."
Suddenly, the voice of Fen Lian chanting sutras faltered, and his footsteps also stopped, and he froze in place motionless.
The voice was ethereal, tangible and insubstantial, appearing behind him on the left, and suddenly fell to the front on the right.
A proud chuckle: "...Are you angry?"
The next moment was a hidden anger: "...I will kill you."
It became clearer and clearer, with more and more voices, and countless illusory phantoms appeared around him.
If you can't help but open your eyes to look, those shadows will immediately hide behind you.
Only by closing your eyes and neither listening nor looking, can the voice be clear and the figure solidified, and come to him.
Fen Lian is very familiar with it.
The most recent time, when that figure leaned against his shoulder, he even felt the coldness of that finger on his heart.
"Master," the man smiled, as if he was bored, his eyes were cold, mocking and frivolous, and said to him, "I can't reincarnate, I can't be reborn, because your five aggregates are not empty. You imprison me, here."
He couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to hug the man into his arms.I clearly feel that I have touched it, but when I open my eyes, there is only coldness.It seemed that the moment he embraced him, that figure was shut into his heart.
But, that was the previous life.
After rebirth, after he saw that person again, he never had it again.
Fen Lian couldn't help but look at it.
Under the dark night, shadowy figures are scattered all over the wilderness. If you catch them from the corner of your eye, they will disappear and appear in the next place after just one glance.
Fen Lian kept chasing those remnants, her eyes were empty and confused, and her eyes were subconsciously gentle: "Why are you here?"
The peacock-blue figure seemed to be shining, sitting on the ruined wall, with his arms propped on his side, looking at him from bottom to top with his eyes closed.
The voice was disheartened and boring: "Monk, since you know that the five aggregates are delusion, delusion is to blame, and infatuation occurs, why can't you bear it yourself? I am here, of course you have lost control of your demons again. Do you still need to ask?"
As soon as the voice fell, it disappeared again.
Fen Lian supported her head and shook it vigorously.That's right, Wu Jiu is still at home, these are all his hallucinations.
He suddenly looked at Feng Jianpo who was still fighting in the phantom, and after killing this person, he had to go back to Yan's house quickly to find Wu Jiu.
No, no blame is not at home.Can't find it.
Fen Lian walked over step by step, stopped the Buddhist ceremony with one hand, and made a dent in Feng Jianpo's chest with his inner strength, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards.He slammed into the dilapidated city wall.
Fen Lian stood on the spot and looked at him quietly, her black pupils narrowed dangerously, and her eyes were red with nervousness: "Where did he go? Why can't I find it?"
Feng Jianpo leaned against the wall, taking advantage of this time, biting his sleeve with his teeth to fix the broken right hand. Hearing this, his face was full of rebelliousness, and he asked with a sneer, "Who are you talking about? Yan Qingdu? As the person closest to you Of course, he is also the person under suspicion. At this moment, he is at the sixth door."
Fen Lian's pupils trembled suddenly upon hearing this, Zhuge Xiao once said in his previous life that he killed Yan Wujiu.Although everyone felt that what Zhuge Xiao said was just to attract Fenlian's killing intent.
However, Fen Lian felt from the beginning to the end that Zhuge Xiao must have known about Yan Wujiu's death, and he was more or less inescapably involved in it.The entire six doors cannot escape the relationship.
In the whole world, the most dangerous place for Yan Wujiu is around people with six doors.
Furious, Fen Lian raised her hand, Feng Jian, who was cornered this time, had nowhere to escape.
Feng Jianpo leaned against the wall, in a state of embarrassment that he had never experienced before, but it did not damage his arrogance at all. Facing Fen Lian's undisguised killing intent, he said coldly: "You kill someone and you dare to run amok in the world, you You should be thankful that it was the six doors that found you, not the enemy. If he is innocent, no one can blame him, and it is safer to be at the six doors than by your side."
Boom.
It is a broken city wall that has collapsed.
A piece of dust and smoke fell quietly, and Feng Jianpo, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, lay in the ruins.
Fen Lian was disturbed and restless, and that palm missed the city wall.
The clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight shone on Fenlian's half body through the cracked wall.
In an instant, countless translucent branches sprouted on his body, and Fen Lian supported the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Jianpo, as the person with the highest martial arts among the gods of the Six Doors, is by no means easy to deal with.Burning lotus hurt him to such an extent, he naturally felt uncomfortable, the injury was not light.It's just that he doesn't care.
At this moment, when the moonlight shines, the Gu poison is stimulated, but those things germinate when they see blood.
Fen Lian leaned against the wall and sat down, trying her best to stabilize her mind and meditate.
After a few breaths, the breath of the whole person calmed down, and he opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed and peaceful.
Fen Lian stood up, looked around hesitantly, and stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. After a long time, she called softly: "Wugui..."
Yan Wujiu was naturally not there, no one responded to him, only Feng Jianpo, who was half fainted in the ruins, let out a cough.
Fen Lian walked towards him.
……
At this moment, Fen Lian, who followed Yan Wujiu back to Yan's house, was full of doubts, he clearly remembered that he was in the western suburbs last night, he killed Feng Jianpo, then the moonlight came out, and the poison was stimulated, he just meditated for a while, As a result, lost memory again.
When he woke up, he found himself standing on the street.
People on the street said that the real culprit who killed Miss Ran surrendered to the law, and Yan Wugui was released without charge.
County magistrate Yan hurried to the county government office, saw him passing by, and immediately entrusted him in a good mood to pick up Yan Wujiu home.
This was naturally in Fen Lian's arms.
Although I don't know what happened last night, but the result is very good, Yan Wujiu came back safely without any damage.
However, Fen Lian couldn't help but think of Feng Jianpo's words last night.
Those who died in the Guchan Temple, he was suspected of being the murderer by the six doors, and the six doors were chasing him, and then targeted Yan Wujiu.
In the previous life, Fen Lian also did the same thing, but although the six doors chased him, it was because of other cases, most of which were blamed on him by Yan Wujiu, in order to take advantage of the six doors catch him.
Fen Lian used to think of Yan Wujiu's behavior only for fun, and never really cared about it.If Yan Wujiu couldn't catch up with him, he would show up on purpose instead, trying to tease him intentionally or unintentionally.
If Yan Wujiu could have been safe and sound in this life, but he got involved because he was by his side...
For the first time, Fen Lian had doubts about himself. He stopped and looked at the haughty and arrogant back.
The best way to protect Yan Wujiu is not for him to guard this person, but to expel all troubles from him.Including six doors, including Fenlian herself.
He knows what to do.
The author has something to say: last night, because he had been cultivating immortals for several days and was almost soaring, so he woke up this morning to type.
Well, of course, Gugu’s little red flower will not be lost, and it will be updated every day~
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