Chapter 642

I looked at them indifferently, and continued to carry the T-shirt man to the inn.

"Amitabha."

White eyebrow Zen master quietly read a Buddha's name, followed up, hands together ten way: "little friend rest assured, first day will be OK."

I ignored him and went back to the inn to put the T-shirt man on the bed and carefully deal with the T-shirt man's wound.

The T-shirt man didn't have a piece of intact meat, and the wound cut by the ghost was bleeding continuously. The white eyebrow Zen master treated the T-shirt man's wound in the same way as last time. The knife cut him, but he didn't scream like that in the morning.

He didn't react when the ointment was applied.

I burst into tears and shouted to master Baimei, "how could this happen?"

The white eyebrow Zen master shook his head and said, "the soul of the first day of junior high is still trapped in the whip of the horse king, so I need to bother my little friend to bring him out."

I gave Zen master Baimei a fierce look, and he was still the same. I was worn out of temper by him, so I had to take the family affairs to the T-shirt man first.

Ma Wang's whip already belongs to the T-shirt man, so it's not hard to summon souls. With a few drops of blood essence of the T-shirt man, his soul will float out of the whip.

T-shirt man's soul is very weak, it may be scattered at any time, I hurried him into the body!

T-shirt man is also an individual. The longer the separation time, the more difficult it is to recover. His soul nodded to me and staggered into the body.

With a snort from the T-shirt man, I was relieved. At this time, there was a noise from the inn. As soon as Zen master Baimei's face changed, he hurriedly stood by the window and looked outside.

"Amitabha."

He played a Buddhist, quietly said: "the poor monk came out."

When I ran to the window and looked up, I saw that the picture above the trading center had been changed into: "ten thousand Buddha beads to Taiyi traceless sword."

"Started..."

White eyebrow Zen master said quietly, then he waved cassock and walked out of the door.

I immediately copied the guy thing and followed him. Although I was not satisfied with him, I blocked me from saving the T-shirt man, but I also knew that it was the T-shirt man's meaning.

The other side has two masters. I can't let Zen master Baimei have another accident.

"What's the matter?"

As soon as I went out, I saw Zen master Baimei standing there motionless, his face very ugly.

The white eyebrow Zen master reached for me to look forward.

Following his line of sight, we can see the expression of Yinyang tiger and one Armed Dragon staring at us ferociously.

I am happy as soon as I see it. It seems that the death of Zhang Qing has a great impact on them!

But the white eyebrow Zen master frowned and said, "unexpectedly, the one Armed Dragon has recovered..."

After I heard it, my gloating expression suddenly froze on my face. Although the Lord's attack was just to show punishment, the white eyebrow Zen master vomited two full mouthfuls of blood. Up to now, the breath is still a little unstable, but the one Armed Dragon is safe.

How powerful this one Armed Dragon is!

The one Armed Dragon gave a bleak smile, and the palm of his hand slowly crossed his neck. The big eyes of the Yin and Yang tiger were also full of violence. Looking at us was like looking at the dead. The two of them glared at each other, then walked out of the inn.

My face sank and I asked master Baimei what to do? The Yinyang tiger is not easy to deal with at first sight. Coupled with the one armed dragon, we must not be rivals.

The white eyebrow Zen master's face was not very good either. After a long meditation, he sighed and said, "Amitabha, I can only see the moves."

Then he went downstairs, and I followed him closely. The streets are more lively than yesterday. A large number of monsters and ghosts gather on both sides of the streets. They are concentrating on the picture above the trading center, but they don't see us.

"Here we go!"

I murmured, white eyebrow Buddhist master holding the Buddha bead all the way to the outside of the trading village.

After walking for a while, master Bai Mei looked at the sky and turned to me and said that he must solve the battle before dark.

After a little thought, I understood his meaning. There is no moonlight in Fengdu's night. A pair of yin and Yang eyes of yin and Yang tigers can move freely in the dark, but not me and Zen master Baimei. After dark, our actions will surely be restricted.

Then we stepped out of the trading village and saw the back of Yinyang tiger disappear as soon as we turned in front. I was about to catch up with the virgin wand. Master Bai Mei grabbed me, pointed to the empty front and said, "look there."

Following his vision, I saw rows of antique yards springing up from the black ground. I counted seven of them.

The white eyebrow Zen master murmured in a low voice, so it is.

I asked doubtfully, "master, what is this?"

The white eyebrow Zen master bowed to the seven small courtyards, said that he was offended, and then began to chant words. The beads on his hands began to shine like blessing Buddhism.

The white light was gradually dazzling. I raised my hand to block my eyes, and then I heard the white eyebrow Zen master saying, "go!"Buddha beads fly to the seven small courtyard, and I and the white eyebrow Zen master chase it to the courtyard. There is a eight diagrams carved on the gate of the yard. I think that the other side's Yin is Taiyi's traceless sword. An incredible idea appears in my mind: can't this Yin be the spirit with the seven sons of Quanzhen on it?

Unexpectedly, master Bai Mei nodded seriously.

"Shit!"

I scolded him secretly. In history, Quanzhen Qizi was a disciple of Wang Chongyang, founder of Quanzhen sect. Although the martial arts of Quanzhen Qizi were exaggerated in the martial arts novels like the legend of heroes in shooting and carving, Quanzhen Qizi did reach the peak in Taoist cultivation.

For example, Qiu Chuji, the Changchun son in it, once prayed for the people's blessing and rain, which was called by the people: living immortals, even traveling thousands of miles to the west, persuaded a generation of Tianjiao Genghis Khan not to raise butcher knives to innocent people any more, and his deeds were handed down for a long time in China.

The white eyebrow Zen master took the Buddha bead and looked at it for a long time, then he was relieved: "fortunately, there is only the spirit of Qiu Chuji on the sword."

"Be careful!"

I yelled, pulled the white eyebrow Zen master to roll to the ground, a sword wind from the top of the head, the scalp burning pain.

White eyebrow Zen master turned over and jumped up, put the Buddhist bead on the hilt of the sword and pulled it down suddenly. The speed of the sword fell down in an instant. Then it fell to the ground with a crash. The seven small yards behind him disappeared slowly.

I can't help frowning. The Yinyang tiger has led us to the past with great efforts. It must be more than that.

Just wanted to remind the white eyebrow Zen master to pay attention, but the situation suddenly changed. The traceless sword that had fallen on the ground suddenly stood up, and the tip of the sword twisted incredibly to stab the white eyebrow Zen master.

The white eyebrow Zen master couldn't avoid, and his arm was scratched with blood. Traceless sword sucked blood and even made a buzzing sound. My heart couldn't say well. I hurriedly went up and dragged Zen master Baimei aside.

Sure enough, Zen master Bai Mei and I just left there, and there were several shining blades under the ground.

If I hadn't been quick, Zen master Baimei would have been a sieve now

He touched the cold sweat on his forehead and said it was thanks to his little friend. I shook my head and said to him, "it's very bad now. What should we do?"

White eyebrow Zen master said: "little friend, you'll try to do as little as possible later."

I nodded to reassure him!