He's super fierce and super cute [Quick Transmigration]

A person like Wuji who has serious sins and evil intentions will definitely suffer from heaven's punishment when he crosses the catastrophe.

The old monk reincarnated ten times, with immeasurable merit, and the relics left behind can help Wuji.

Wuji came for this relic.

The old monk sat there with a gentle look on his face, even if Wuji transformed into his real body, he was not frightened at all.

"My lord, is there anything else to say?"

Wuji was silent for a while, under the backlight, his face looked unusually sinister, he brushed the ink hair behind his ear, Wuji asked: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

The corners of the old monk's lips curled up like a crescent moon, and he said: "I know His Holiness is not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Wuji smiled suddenly, and when he laughed, the spring scenery all over the garden paled in an instant, his bright eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised in joy, and he said: "Okay, see you at midnight."

In the middle of the night, it is also the death time of the old monk.

Wuji flicked his sleeves, turned into a cat again in an instant, and disappeared into the old monk's yard.

This night, Qingxuan didn't come back, maybe he was caught by something.

But this is just right, Wuji can leave after getting the relic.

He finally took a deep look at the night, the huge Buddhist temple was so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard.

This is his last day at the Great Chan Temple.

Thinking of this, Wuji felt a little sad for no reason.

He thought he might not have the chance to come here again in the future.

Wuji came to the host's room, and on the futon where the host used to meditate, two golden relics appeared, and the body did not exist.

Wuji directly transformed into a human form, and walked towards the relic.

He sighed, regretting the death of the old monk.

Stretching out his hand, he picked up the relic. So far, his purpose of coming to the Great Chan Temple has been completed.

Wuji lowered his eyes, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, goodbye.

The moment he turned around, all the lights in the surrounding monk's house were turned on, and the monks ran out of the room, holding the demon pestle in their hands, and stood outside the monk's house, watching eagerly.

Wuji looked at all this in surprise.

"Wuji! It's Wuji! Wuji is not dead!"

"Where is the host? Look, is the relic in his hand the host!"

"Did Wuji kill the host? The devil! Pay back our host's life!"

……

A gleam flashed in his slightly drooping eyes, and Wuji smiled instantly, "You guys also want my life?"

There are a few young monks below, who will feed Dahei some food from time to time, and Dahei has a good impression of them.

But at this moment, they were holding weapons and staring at him with righteous indignation.

He is Dahei and Wuji.

If he wanted to take the lives of these people, it was just a matter of raising his hands.

But he didn't do that, he didn't want their lives, so when faced with so many demon wands, Wuji ran away with the relic.

He said: "I'm in a good mood today, I don't bother to fight with you, goodbye."

Actually not in a good mood.

Wuji stayed in the Great Zen Temple for so long, and had already had some feelings for the old monk, but the old monk died, so suddenly.

There is also Qingxuan, Qingxuan is brewing an unknown conspiracy against the Demon Sect.

How could he be in a good mood?

The monks below hurriedly chased after Wuji.

It's a pity that they only chased down the mountain, but Wuji disappeared.

"hateful!"

"Host!"

"The Great Zen Temple and the Demon Sect are incompatible!"

The death knell rang, and the abbot of the Great Zen Temple died. In less than one night, the news had spread throughout the cultivation world, and the rumors were that it was the hands of Mozong Wuji, and the relic of the abbot was also stolen by Wuji. .

For a while, there was a lot of panic in the cultivation world, and everyone was in danger.

When Wuji returned to Mozong.

At the bottom of the cliff, Qingxuan was strangling Brahma's neck.

He asked, "Where is Wuji?"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Brahma's mouth, "Even if you kill me, don't even want to know where Master is."

"Really? Then I will really kill you, and see if your good master will show up to save you?"

Qingxuan's hand tightened suddenly.

Pain appeared on Brahma's face, and his vision was blurred. In the dimness, he seemed to see Wuji dressed in black, walking slowly towards him.

Was he hallucinating because he was dying?

Brahma stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to grab the phantom that was out of reach, Master.

The clear voice, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly appeared on Tianzhuya, "Master Qingxuan, it's not good for you to treat my apprentice like this?"

Qingxuan raised his head abruptly, and saw that on the stone tablet engraved with the words Tianzhuya, Wuji was squatting there recklessly, with his chin propped on one hand, as if he was coming to fight comfortably.

Qingxuan's breathing slowly became heavy.

The man had a fair face, and was looking down at him condescendingly. His black hair was tied crookedly, flowing down his shoulders, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was mocking.

"Master." Brahma stared in surprise.

"Good disciple, is it still in time for Master to come back?"

Brahma was speechless, excited, excited, no words could describe his mood at the moment.

Master's appearance means that the overall situation has been settled, and what Master wants has already been obtained.

A flash of hostility flashed in Qingxuan's eyes, he pinched his fingertips hard, and Brahma let out a low growl in pain.

"Master, take it easy and see what this is?"

Wuji spread out his palm, a golden relic, especially conspicuous in the dark night.

Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Wuji wrote lightly: "Master of the Great Zen Temple, died tonight, are you sure you want to spend here with me? Let go of my apprentice, take your people away, and take this relic."

Wuji's voice was cold and indifferent.

But Qingxuan threw off the Brahma in his hand, hooked his five fingers, and attacked Wuji.

"In terms of cultivation, no one in the cultivation world is my opponent. Master Qingxuan, I advise you not to be head-to-head. Although I will struggle with you, it's not that I can't do anything about you."

Wuji reached out and grabbed his hand, and took a deep look at him.

"Do you want this relic, or don't you want it?"

Wuji looked directly at him with a mocking smile.

Qingxuan moved, snorted coldly, broke free from his restraint, and said: "Give it to me." The attitude was particularly bad.

But Wuji smiled and said: "The attitude is not good, so I won't give it."

"you!"

"Master, remember to have a better attitude when talking to me." Wuji said meaningfully.

A sneer twitched at the corner of Qingxuan's mouth, "The suzerain please return the relic to the poor monk."

"Oh? But I am no longer the suzerain, the current suzerain is my apprentice, right?"

"Ah?" Brahma responded stupidly.

Qingxuan squinted his eyes, flipped his wrist, and Brahma immediately reminded: "Master, be careful!"

Qingxuan restrained his hands and pressed him against the wall.

The heavy breathing intertwined with each other, and Wuji's heart suddenly jumped.

"Don't go too far." Qingxuan finished this sentence almost gnashing his teeth.

Wuji lowered his head, his chin almost touched Qingxuan's shoulder, and he laughed softly.

He let go, and the relic in his hand immediately fell down.

"Take it." Wuji said lightly.

Qingxuan let go of him, immediately stretched out his hand, and grabbed the relic.

Wuji jumped down from the stone tablet, put one hand on Brahma's shoulder, and said, "Let's go."

Two relics, one was given to Qingxuan, and the other one was given to Qingxuan. The host is also easy to calculate. Perhaps he had expected this situation a long time ago, right?

Wuji turned his head and glanced at Qingxuan.

Suddenly felt, is this a token of love?

In the inner room, Wuji healed Brahma.

Brahma complained: "Master, you gave the relic to Qingxuan, what are you going to do?"

Wuji pursed his lips, stood up, picked up the cloak on the side and put it on, saying: "No hurry, let him return it sooner or later."

Looking at the master who had left half of his healing, Brahma stared at him, "Where are you going, master?"

"For the rest of the injury, let's recuperate for a few days, it's not a serious problem."

"Master!"

"Go out and find a mistress for you."

Brahma looked at his back in shock.

"Master... Mistress?!"

In fact, Wuji turned into Dahei again and returned to the Dachan Temple.

Today presided over Zuohua, Wuji felt that Qingxuan might be in a bad mood, and a man in a bad mood would be more likely to take advantage of it?

In fact, after Qingxuan came back, he did have a gloomy face all the time.

Under the Buddhist hall, the hand he was holding the relic trembled slightly.

As far as Yu Qingxuan is concerned, the host is also a teacher and a father, but at this moment, he just left like this, leaving Qingxuan alone.

Therefore, Qingxuan couldn't leave the relics alone when he was at Tianzhuya.

To him, the host is the only family member in this world.

In the Buddhist hall, the monks were chanting the Sutra of Rebirth, only Qingxuan, holding the relic, turned and left, step by step, with heavy steps.

"Meow."

Suddenly, a little furry thing arched him under his feet.

Qingxuan bowed his head, it was Dahei.

Qingxuan reached out to hug him, and then his whole face was buried in the big black hair.

Dahei froze and didn't move.

He felt that this cold and arrogant man seemed to be crying.

He has not been so close to Qingxuan for a long time.

Originally, he thought that there was a conflict between him and the monk, and he should leave after getting the relic.

But at the moment when he presided over the sitting, Wuji suddenly felt a little unwilling. He would always grab what Wuji liked, so why would he give up?

"Meow~" Wuji called twice softly.

Qingxuan raised his head, as if nothing had happened, but the reddish eye sockets leaked his emotions.

Qingxuan must be very sad.

Wuji stretched out his small claws and touched his face.

In the monk's house, Qingxuan recited the Sutra of Rebirth for seven days and seven nights.

During these seven days and seven nights, Qingxuan did not rest for a moment.

Wuji sighed. Cultivators are also human beings. Although their bodies are stronger than ordinary people, it is not something ordinary people can bear if they go on like this.

On the eighth day, this night, Qingxuan didn't realize that the spices burning in his room were secretly replaced with mist.

At the moment Qingxuan fell, Wuji reached out and caught his body.

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