Lower your head and play with lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water.

Who will pity your son?

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The frog sounds around him suddenly stopped!

Yi Tianxing's mind was moved, and he felt that the green leaves in the lotus pond in front of him were like fans, and they were already spreading towards him with strong wind. Although he had urinated with strange powers since he was a child, he had ever seen such strange things. He thought that the lotus leaves were possessed by demonic energy and came to the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

But this fashion is in the daytime, under the magnificent sun, the lotus leaves and lotus branches are so holy and have no demonic appearance. He was shocked and didn't know what happened. In a panic, he kicked his left heel back and turned out in an arc forward. He thought he had escaped the ambush, but dozens of lotus branches close to the lake shore quickly appeared, and they had tied his limbs like lightning.

Although Yi Tianxing didn't know what was going on, he vaguely guessed that it was made by the old monk beside him, but he didn't understand why the host suddenly attacked him. Yu Guang saw that the monk who was still beside him had already fled and stood on the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The lotus leaf and lotus branches became tighter and tighter. Yi Tianxing clenched his fists and was tied tightly to his waist. However, he was born with a Vajra body and didn't feel any pain. He tried it hard and was somewhat surprised to find that these seemingly ordinary branches were extremely hard and tough, not inferior to fine steel wire. But since Xiaotang realized the truth, his body's strength was even more amazing, and he did not take these strange branches seriously, so he pretended to be powerless, lowered his face slightly, and waited for the other party to stay behind.

"Good"

The Guiyuan Temple, who was standing floating on the pavilion, chanted the Buddha's name lightly, took off the sandalwood rosary beads on his wrist, and threw them to Yi Tianxing, who was tied by lotus branches. The string of rosary beads looked like brown, but they kept circling in the air, gradually emitting the fragrance of calmness and peace of mind.

Yi Tianxing frowned, and intuition found that the inconspicuous string of rosary might cause harm to him, so he decided not to delay. With a muffled groan, he shook his arms and shook the lotus leaf branches on his body into pieces.

The host exclaimed in surprise. It should be noted that this lotus leaf species is in the small lake and is deeply "nourished" by the ancestor behind the garden. In addition, he is controlled by the Buddha's heart, and is tough and clever to make things comparable to those of the demigods. In the past, he used to tie people up, but never failed. However, today he was easily broken free by this young man. In awe, the host was even more frost-colored and said tremblingly: "It turns out that he has the upper sixth level. No wonder he dares to come to our temple alone to provoke and set up a formation!"

Before the formation was completed, he saw a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and a clear light flashed. Yi Tianxing had already come to him with a smile.

Guiyuan Temple presided over the Dharma name Binku, who was the leader of the Buddhist sect. He cast the magic today, but he could not expect that this boy would not be able to do anything about it. He was shocked again. Practitioners have always paid attention to spiritual practice, but are not good at physical strength. He could see before that the young man was actually rushing over from the lake with a pair of flesh feet at a terrifying speed!

Yi Tianxing always felt that the battle was a little confused and smiled gently, "Did the host recognize the wrong person?"

Monk Binku's face turned slightly yellow and said slowly: "I can't see through the donor's magical powers. I just want to see the incense of Guiyuan Temple, but I can't tolerate you to leave." His face suddenly turned into kindness and said: "The lonely peak hides and laughs at me for my foolishness. The years pass by will beg for the future. When will the Xishe recite poems together? My heart is the same as the mud, and my body is like a mountain cloud. The blink of an eye is like a dream. No one is allowed to live a life of wealth and fame. On this road, thank you for your hard work with me."

Yi Tianxing clearly heard it clearly. This was the parting sentence that Master Binzong wrote when he came to the mainland to practice the Dharma. At this time, he read it from the presiding of Guiyuan Temple, and it actually gave rise to a tragic meaning of jade fear burning.

Yi Tianxing's face changed, and he knew that something was wrong, so he realized that the surrounding environment changed.

The light rain suddenly poured down. The temple that was originally during the day suddenly became extremely dim. The light in the courtyard gradually disappeared, leaving only the summer frogs panting under the lotus leaves in the lake.

At the same time, a verse sound came from five courtyards in the southeast, west, north, and middle of Guiyuan Temple. Yi Tianxing was shocked. He knew that something was coming. In a moment, he saw a huge shadow appearing in the air. He looked up and looked closely, but it was a huge robe!

Yi Tian was not good at walking the right path, so he felt that his whole body was pressed by the robe that was far away in the sky, but his body was so strong that he could not move. He felt even more strange that a wave of cold ice began to cover the entire lake, and the center of the lake where the two were located was extremely cold, and the wooden pillars in the pavilion began to creak loudly.

The pavilion became colder and colder, and the lake surface several feet outside the pavilion was frozen. The temperature dropped so quickly that the fish that were originally playing in the water had no time to swim out and were frozen in the ice.

Yi Tianxing encountered this kind of magic contest for the first time. He didn't know that the robe was a change in the Demon-Subduing Vajra Formation of Guiyuan Temple. He didn't know that it was powerful. He just stared blankly in a daze, and he couldn't figure out that he could even move a car. How could he be suppressed by a thin robe? Seeing that he was going to suffer a loss today, he couldn't help but wail in his heart. He didn't know how he offended the monk in this temple. He didn't expect that stealing the temple would cause such a big trouble if he could take a look? Yu Guangli looked at the ice on Monk Binku's long eyebrows and seemed to be quite frozen. He couldn't help but sigh: "What's your grudge? You and I want to die with me?"

The old monk Binku could no longer speak, but seeing that although he was afraid of the cold, he was still calm and could not help but feel a little fear and regret in his eyes.

The water vapor in the air was condensed into snowflakes by this extreme cold, slowly floating around the two of them. At this time, the pavilion was pitch black and ordinary people could not see anything at all. Only these snowflakes reflected light from unknown places, and looked quite beautiful.

As time passed by minute by minute, Yi Tianxing felt that the temperature on his body was getting lower and lower, and even the clothes that were in contact with his skin seemed to be frozen and crisp. When he was not sure about the reason, he found that his fingers had moved.

For some reason, in fact, it was just a casual and casual moment, his right finger moved.

Yi Tianxing seized the opportunity at this moment, raised his ring finger slightly, and seemed to touch his thumb, and built a bridge of mind. His spiritual thoughts instantly wandered around his body, driving away the extreme coldness in his body in the lightning, and let out a muffled groan in his nose, and his skill urged him to force all the vermilion flames in his body.

I saw a person shining brightly in the snow pavilion at night, and colorful red fires were jumping and dancing around him.

The cooling process of Guiyuan Temple back garden suddenly slowed down.

The robe that was high above Guiyuan Temple seemed quite spiritual, and it slowly floated down dozens of feet. Yi Tianxing only felt a weight in his body, and Qianjun's strength was added to his body, and with his ability, he almost knelt down to the ground.

But he was a guy who knew the heaven and fate. Seeing that the treasure was strong, he did not fight against it. He sat down with the flow and positioned his body in the air for the moment. His left leg was naturally straightened, his right leg was placed on his left knee, and he hit a scattered lotus.

Yi put his palms on his chest, made a bell bend, closed his eyes and meditated, allowing his impurity to practice to constantly absorb the golden and red light spots in his body like a vacuum cleaner, and then turned into high-temperature incandescent flames and expanded around. The robe in the sky also brushed slightly like a spiritual psychic, and the chill that came from outside the pavilion increased by three points.

The two sides fought for a while, and the snow in the pavilion had accumulated several inches. At this time, Yi Tianxing was like a high-temperature furnace. The terrifying robe in the sky was like a large freezer that was extremely terrifying. The temperature between the two sides was fighting in this small pavilion. The snow around Yi Tianxing also increased with the strength of both sides, melting and condensed for a while.

Yi Tianxing felt that the true fire in his body was constantly rushing outward, and he felt a little weak. He thought that the fire had just emerged, and although the coldness was driven out of the pavilion in an instant, it was also quite exhausted. He couldn't help but scold himself for being stupid and just protecting himself. Why bother to compete with such a dead person for a momentum? Thinking that after all, he had been practicing Zen, and the robe on his head was a treasure, with endless power. If his true energy was lost, wouldn't he be frozen into an icicle?
Chapter completed!