The young monk lowered his head and said to himself, "I believe your lies, I don't believe you are lighting a fire to keep it warm!" It's okay if you want to deceive a blind man, but I can see it with both eyes. If you were a step later, you would have burned all the parrot feathers.
After Xuanfeng was untied, he flapped his burnt wings, stumbled and flew onto Si Kong's shoulder, crying: "Master... wuwu... Xuanfeng is so pitiful! He was almost killed by that bald monk. Roast it and eat it... Wuwu... Xuanfeng is so sad, the beautiful feathers are burnt... Wuwu... The master wants to avenge Xuanfeng!"
Sikong was very curious and asked: "Xuanfeng, didn't you say you were going to find a beautiful female parrot to mate... ahem...? Why did you fly here?"
The enlightened young monk on the side covered his mouth and snickered, saying: "Although Master Wuchen looks beautiful and dignified, he doesn't look like a beautiful female parrot! This parrot probably has an eye problem! Hahaha!"
Monk Wuchen silently punched Zhuo Wu on the head, and a bump suddenly appeared on his bald head. The pain made him jump around on the ground holding his head.
But Monk Wuchen still maintained a harmless smile on his face, and said to Little Monk Wuchen: "Little Wuchen, beautiful and dignified is used to describe girls, do you know?"
"Oh, I understand!" The little monk no longer dared to provoke the seemingly weak Master Wuchen. He covered the big bag on his head and hurriedly slipped out.
Monk Wuchen adjusted his robes and looked at Si Kong very calmly, saying, "I wonder what the donor wants from the young monk? Do you want to ask the young monk to get rid of demons? Or to get rid of demons?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the poor black phoenix, as if he had decided that it was a monster.
Xuanfeng was so frightened that she immediately stretched out her wings and covered her eyes. Her claws were trembling, and she was very uneasy.
Si Kong bowed his hands in salute and said, "Si Kong is here to ask Master Wuchen to help suppress the demon."
"Hey, suppress the demon?"
"That's right, I was planted with inner demons to kill, and I was confused by the demonic aura. Only this Great Wuxiang Curse can suppress the demonic aura!" After he finished speaking, he pointed at the cloth band covering his eyes. The great formless magic spell on it emits a gilded light.
Monk Wuchen nodded and said: "I see, the young monk is indeed familiar with the Great Wuxiang Subduing Demon Curse, but he just learned it casually back then. Since the donor needs it, I am willing to use the Great Wuxiang Subduing Demon Curse to suppress the devil's breath for the donor, but this is Temporary methods cannot completely eradicate the inner demons in the donor."
Si Kong lowered his hand and nodded, saying: "I understand, then Master Lao is here!"
Monk Wuchen nodded and smiled, with a peach blossom-like smile on his face, and lowered his eyes to look at Xuan Feng, who was resting on his shoulder.
Xuanfeng was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head and shouted: "Master, this monk has evil intentions. He just wanted to eat Xuanfeng! Xuanfeng swears that he really wanted to eat Xuanfeng just now!"
Si Kong laughed and comforted Xuanfeng: "Xuanfeng, Master is just joking with you!"
Xuanfeng looked at his burnt wings in disbelief, and said dumbfounded: "Is this... a joke? Wuwu, the master no longer cares about Xuanfeng, Xuanfeng is depressed... Wuwu... ahhh !”
As a parrot, Black Phoenix was very heroic when it was depressed at the beginning. I saw it started to use its beak and pulled out the burnt feathers on its tail without hesitation. It screamed so loudly that it felt so good.
Not heroic.
With a wave of his hand, Si Kong took Xuan Feng back into the Taotie Ring, and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.
In the Zen room, Si Kong sat on the bed with his legs bent and his knees bent.
Monk Wuchen smiled slightly and said, "Donor Sikong, are you ready?"
Si Kong nodded and said, "Master Wuchen, I'm ready!"
"In this case, the young monk will start to suppress the demon for you!"
After he finished speaking, a white shadow flashed across his face, and he jumped onto the bed. He hung the string of white glazed beads on Si Kong's chest, then sat behind him, stretched out his two fingers, pinched a white glazed bead, pulled it over and put it to his lips, lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, and began to recite the Great Wu silently. The curse of each other.
The white glazed beads trembled slightly on Wuchen's lips, and then he recited the magic curse in his mouth faster and faster. Strangely enough, the curse in Wuchen's mouth was obviously very light, but to Si Bong's ears it sounded so soft. sound
But it was getting louder and louder.
The sound sounded like private rain, noisy like pelting rain, and rumbled like thunder. Like the Yin soldiers breaking through the underworld and soaring into the sky. Just like the beginning of heaven and earth, all things are in chaos.
This made him restless and restless, and the demonic energy in his body was restless. He was trying to escape in all directions, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on Si Bong's body. He saw the Great Invisible Curse turning into golden Sanskrit characters and swirling around him, and the demonic breath in his body began to dance wildly with demons.
"Ah -" Si Bai raised his head and shouted. The yellow cloth band covering his eyes slowly fell off. A pair of magic eyes opened instantly, a black magic pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and the magic energy in his body began to explode.
The handsome face before had become ferocious and terrifying at this moment. The powerful demonic breath tried to escape in all directions. Only the white Buddha light flashed from the white glazed Buddha bead, and the demonic breath was firmly trapped in his body. If the demonic breath explodes, he will also die.
"The mighty Buddha's light, the formless subduing of demons -" Wuchen shouted, and a golden lotus mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, and then he opened his thin lips and took the white glass Buddha bead in his mouth. I saw him exerting power with both palms, the white monk's robes on his body suddenly flew up, and a powerful spiritual power penetrated Si Kong's body along the palms of his hands.
The white glass beads that trapped Si Kong flew up in the air, emitting a dazzling light, and then thousands of black demonic breaths were instantly purified by the Buddha's light, and were suppressed in an instant.
Si Kong's demonic energy was released, and he fainted immediately.
Looking at Si Bai, who was lying in his arms, his eyes drooping, his black hair slightly scattered, and his forehead covered with dense sweat, Wuchen took back the white glazed beads hanging around his neck, wrapped them in his hands, saluted with one hand, and lowered his eyes. Looking at Si blank in his arms.
Monk Wuchen sighed quietly and said: "Sikong, you are here after all, Amitabha!"
At night, the north wind blew gently in the courtyard. Wuchen sat on the stone table and slowly drank a glass of wine. There was a pot of something cooking in the small stove under the stone table, and he could only hear the sound of rolling in the casserole.
Sikong slowly walked out of the house. He was wearing a white cloak worn by monks. His fox fur made Wuchen realize that it was specially prepared for him by Wuchen. There seemed to be a trace of white lotus on the white cloak. Fresh fragrance.
The yellow cloth band over Si Bai's eyes had been covered again. He raised his head slightly to look up at the sky, took a deep breath, and seemed to be reborn.
At this moment, the night is quiet, the vast sky is almost blue, and the stars are dotted, very bright.
Monk Wuchen wore a white monk's robe and sat in the courtyard drinking wine. Good one
A monk who confuses all sentient beings. He is graceful and graceful. His white clothes are spotless, just like a white lotus in front of the Buddha. He is so chic. Si Kong couldn't see his appearance, otherwise he would have praised him.
That Wuchen was really beautiful, out of the ordinary world, not troubled by dust, with misty and picturesque eyebrows, and a hint of charm in his eyes. Under the high bridge of his nose is a thin pink lip, like the pink cherry blossoms blooming in March, and he always has a chic smile on his face.
Si Kong smelled it with his nose and felt the refreshing scent of wine coming from the courtyard. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "The monk doesn't drink tea, but he actually drank wine. He is such a carefree and carefree monk!"
Wuchen saluted with one hand, lowered his eyes and smiled, and said: "If tea is intoxicating, why do you need wine? As the saying goes, the wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha remains in his heart." Then he waved his white sleeves and motioned Si Kong to sit down.
Si Bai sat opposite him, smelling the aroma of wine coming from the jug, and couldn't help but praise him. He reached out to fumble and was about to pour a glass to drink, but was stopped by Wu Chen.
Wuchen said: "The young monk calculated the timing correctly and knew that the benefactor would wake up at this time, so he specially cooked a pot of porridge for the benefactor. He drank a bowl of porridge to warm his body before drinking!"
As Wuchen spoke, he bent down to serve the porridge. As soon as he bent down, the golden Sanskrit seal on the back of his neck was revealed.
Wuchen brought the porridge in front of him with a smile on his face, flashed his eyes charmingly, smiled crookedly, and said: "Drink it quickly, the young monk has worked hard and even added some ingredients in it!"
Si Kong smiled slightly, reached out and took the bowl of steaming porridge, took a spoon, took a spoonful, put it to his lips and blew on it. He felt a faint fragrance coming to his face. He put it in his mouth and tasted it. Sure enough, It's delicious.
He drank a few more spoonfuls in succession, Wuchen looked on with a smile.
Si Kong's head suddenly went blank, his face turned pale with fright, and he held a spoon
His hand paused in mid-air. With his eyes covered with cloth, he looked directly in the direction of Wuchen and shouted: "What... did you put in the porridge?"
"How's it going? Does it taste good?" Wuchen held his chin in one hand, tilted his head, and looked at Si blank with his beautiful eyebrows, looking very expectant.
Si Kong felt a chill all over his body and said tremblingly: "It...couldn't it be Xuan Feng?"
Wuchen was startled and said in astonishment: "Xuanfeng? That bird of the donor? Hahahaha! How could the young monk do that? The young monk just added some mushrooms picked in autumn. Didn't the donor taste it? ?”
After a false alarm, Sikong immediately laughed and said: "It turns out to be a mushroom! Haha, you scared me. I thought you were really a fair-weather monk?"
Wuchen shook his head and smiled, poured Si Baig a glass of wine, and then said: "In autumn, there were many beautiful mushrooms growing in the mountains, and they smelled quite fragrant. I picked some because I liked them and dried them in the sun. When guests come, let them taste it and see if the mushroom tastes good!"
Why did Si Baikong feel more and more weird the more he listened, he turned to face Wuchen, stopped scooping the porridge, and said with twitching at the corner of his mouth: "Monk, uh... have you ever eaten this mushroom yourself?"
Wuchen raised his head, stared at a pair of innocent big eyes, and said: "No, I heard that mushrooms can't be eaten casually, they will be poisoned! I can't tell which ones can be eaten and which ones can't. That's why I have to wait for someone to eat them. When guests come, ask them to taste it to see if the mushroom is edible!"
