The light and shadows flowed around her, and the five-colored light flashed. She hugged Yin Wenjiao and rushed into the big camphor tree beside her.

The figure disappeared.

By the time my body flashed from a willow tree again, it had reached more than twenty miles away.

It's strange to say that Yin Wenjiao put the little guy in the wooden basin and floated away. After only a quarter of an hour, the wooden basin had floated twenty miles, faster than a boat trip. If there was no strangeness in it, no one would believe it.

Yang Lin's body was surrounded by five colors, twisting all the spaces around him like three feet. Looking at him from a distance, he could see a transparent air. Not only was the image but also the breath, but he could not see any trace.

As soon as he and Yin Wenjiao stood still, they saw a wooden basin floating down the water. They leaned against the opposite river. An old monk wearing a straw hat leaned over and picked up the wooden basin and picked up the baby. They turned a blind eye to the blood letter beside them, with surprise in their eyes.

He picked up the child and looked at it for a while, put it in the basin again, lowered his head and put it together, recited Amitabha Buddha, silently recited the scriptures, and smiled happily: "It turns out that he was born to a Buddhist son. The day of the great prosperity of Buddhism is not far away. Bodhisattvas bless this matter to go smoothly."

As he spoke, Monk Faming picked up the blood book and his jacket, wrapped the child tightly again, holding the little guy gently in his arms as if he had met a treasure, and walked up the mountain along the small path by the river.

Yin Wenjiao was already crying and covered her mouth with her hands, tears falling like pearls.

She already knew it was amazing.

At this time, I held back my sadness, but I didn't dare to scream.

Suddenly, the little guy seemed to feel something, and opened his mouth and cried loudly.

"No, someone peeked."

The old monk Faming frowned slightly, turned his head suddenly, and flicked his sleeves.

A golden light appeared, and when the wind turned into a golden giant tiger, roaring and rushing fiercely towards the other side of the river.

The trees and rocks were broken into powder, and the air had already destroyed the large area before the tiger claws were caught.

"I have seen it and can leave, but the old monk is so fierce, but he can't help but teach him a lesson.

At such a young age, he did not cultivate his mind and nature in the temple and practiced Buddhism diligently, but instead ran around and did not do good things. This was not good."

Yang Lin murmured, and with a stroke of his finger, the golden light tiger that roared and bitten around his range, five-color light marks appeared on his forehead.

Swish...

The golden light tiger suddenly divided into two pieces and turned into rosary beads.

With the roar, the rosary broke into powder and turned into ash smoke and dissipated.

The old monk stood there, leaned back, took a few steps back, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"He is here."

After suffering a great loss, Faming was a little cautious and did not dare to take action. He stared at the opposite shore with a Zen stick in front of him and made a seal with one hand, as if facing a great enemy.

There was no answer, and no one appeared.

"Fa Ming, Lao Ni Jinshan Temple, has he offended you?"

There was still no answer, only the water flowed and the birds sang.

Faming's body froze, looked at the twisted light and shadow, and the dust and smoke fell to the ground, and it had completely calmed down.
Chapter completed!