Bai Miaoluo raised his head, looked at the nine snake heads in the sky, and said: "This... is the legendary Hydra King! It is indeed terrifying!"
Chu Liuying looked at Han Ziyue worriedly and said, "This Hydra King is bigger than imagined!"
Wuchen sighed: "What kind of snake is this? It's like a dragon!"
Han Ziyue said: "Whether it is a snake or a dragon, I will kill it without fail!"
After Han Ziyue finished speaking, she held the Flying Star Moon Chaser Sword, flew to the sky, and stabbed one of the heads of the Hydra King with one sword.
Wuchen shouted behind her: "Be careful——"
Bianye held a Zen staff and chased after her. He saw that the sharp blade in Han Ziyue's hand was bounced back by the snake's head. She fell backward, and the other eight snake heads squirmed and hit her.
The snake head has a long letter like fire, and the snake's teeth are fierce, making it look very arrogant.
Wuchen held out the golden Zen staff in his hand. The golden Zen staff made a sound of rushing water, and a dazzling golden light suddenly emitted from all around, knocking away the eight snake heads.
The phoenix screamed loudly in the wind, spread its wings, and caught Han Ziyue who fell heavily.
Wuchen turned around, looked at Han Ziyue, and said: "You have a demon inside you, don't use force, step back and let the young monk come!"
Han Ziyue nodded, rode on the Phoenix, and retreated.
Wuchen put two fingers to his lips, lowered his head and recited the Heart Sutra. The Dharma Body suddenly turned golden, and he stretched out his hand to draw out a powerful spiritual power. The golden Zen staff suddenly turned into a huge golden dragon, opened his mouth, and directly Rushing towards the Hydra King.
Hydra King - a tens of millions of years old monster.
Facing the golden dragon's attack, the Hydra King looked up to the sky and roared. The golden dragon's sharp claws grabbed its body and peeled off its scales piece by piece. Blood suddenly flowed from its body, and the Hydra King screamed in pain.
It swayed its body from side to side, trying to get rid of the golden dragon's shackles. I saw that the color of the Hydra King began to change rapidly. The scales on its body began to look like dead wood and stone. The nine snake heads suddenly became petrified, like statues standing high and motionless. The nine snake heads became extremely hard. , no matter how the golden dragon's sharp claws grabbed it, there was no damage.
Wuchen stretched out his hand and waved, and the golden dragon suddenly turned into a golden Zen staff and flew back. He was seen flying in white robes, holding the Zen staff, looking up at the nine snake heads that looked like mountains, turned around and flew to the ground, with the Zen staff stuck on the ground. , the golden light scattered in all directions, the black snake was afraid of the power of the Buddha's light, and immediately retreated like a black cloud.
He said to everyone: "This evil barrier is quite smart. It protects itself by turning into stone and is invulnerable. It seems that we can only wait for it to recover before attacking again."
Han Ziyue asked anxiously: "Master Wuchen, when will it revive again?"
Wuchen shook his head slowly, this was something he had no way of knowing.
Si Bai asked: "What if the Hydra King only recovers after a year?"
Chu Liuying shook her head and said: "Young Master Ye can't wait that long anymore. We must find a way to revive the Hydra King as soon as possible, otherwise we will not be able to take out the snake pill."
Bai Miaoluo said: "It seems that we can only take turns guarding in the Snake King Valley, and wait for the Snake King to recover before fighting again."
Everyone nodded and set up camp on the spot. For safety reasons, five people, Han Ziyue, Wuchen, Si Kongkang, Chu Liuying, and Bai Miaoluo, took turns on duty.
At night, the sea breeze is cool and the stars in the sky are sparse and lonely.
Wuchen sat meditating next to the fire, dressed in white
The colorful monk's robe floats in the wind, as graceful as a startled giant. The gorgeous moonlight gently slid down the monk's tall nose and fell on his seductive lips.
In my ears I can hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore, one after another, endless.
He suddenly heard the sound of slight footsteps and saw that the person who came was Si Kong. Si Kong held up Ran Hongchen in his hand and said, "Monk, go back and rest. I will replace you."
Wuchen smiled, stood up and said, "If I'm not sleepy, little monk, I'll stay with you, a blind man."
Sikong smiled and said, "I can't see with my eyes, but I can see clearly with my heart. You don't have to worry about me."
Wuchen's beautiful eyes blinked, and she gently came forward, looked at his cloth-covered eyes, and smiled. What does it mean to tell lies with your eyes open? You are now.
Si Kong's hand suddenly raised and gently touched Wuchen's face. Wuchen was stunned, not knowing what he was going to do, but he didn't avoid it.
But I heard Si Kong say: "Monk, aren't you asking me if one day I can see the light again, can I recognize you among the monks? I'm really afraid that I won't recognize you, because I have never seen you before. Your appearance, I want to... remember your appearance."
Speaking of this, Si Kong couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Although they had been with each other for so long, they were still strangers. He had no idea what Wuchen looked like. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't even know who the person who had been with him for a long time was.
Wuchen smiled slightly and said nothing, letting his slender fingers gently touch his cheek as the wind blew silently.
Si Kong's fingers were white and slender, looking extremely soft under the moonlight. They were a pair of hands playing the piano. He was like stroking a guqin, gently stroking Wuchen's face, sliding over his brows, eyes, bridge of nose... and his soft lips.
His fingertips gently traveled over his handsome face, like wind passing by, like water flowing over it, caressing it carefully bit by bit. A small space of separation, a little warmth on the fingertips, but the heart has reached all directions, the souls are vibrating together, and finally the soul is lost.
Although Canghai was speechless, the lingering affection in his heart was already welling up like an undercurrent. Although the grass and trees are silent, the wind has blown my heart thousands of miles into the sky.
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Wuchen's mouth, and he said in a lukewarm tone: "If you touch the little monk's face, do you really know what the little monk looks like?"
Sikong laughed and said, "No wonder they call you Demon Monk Wuchen behind your back. You are really a beautiful monk who is causing harm to the world!"
Wuchen smiled, took a step forward, stood sideways in front of Si Kong, leaned against his handsome face, and whispered in his ear: "Si Kong, God must be jealous that you have a pair of beautiful eyes, so he blindfolded you. eyes."
The wind gently blew the white clothes on the two of them, and Si Kong could smell the pleasant fragrance of white lotus on Wuchen. Wuchen was suddenly so close to him, his gentle breathing was right next to his ears, and the slight hot flush from his lips fell on his cheeks, making his face numb and numb, his ears red, and his mind wandering. , the square inch was in a mess, and even the fingers were trembling slightly in the sleeves.
He had this impulse several times, wanting to desperately reach out and hug Wuchen.
However, to him, Wuchen was just the holy white lotus in front of the Buddha. To Wuchen, his thoughts were all kinds of undue sins. How could he be like this? With such sinful thoughts, how could he dare to raise his head and look at the Buddha?
Fortunately, he was blindfolded, and he also suppressed the sin deep in his heart.
As long as he hides it, he will let this sinful love turn into withered bones, longing for him, and eventually turn into a desolation in the world.
He finally held back and said, "You have never seen my eyes, how do you know that my eyes are beautiful?"
Wuchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked his long hair like flowing water. The hair strands passed through his fingertips, as if he were playing with the strings of a piano.
Si Kong straightened his body, couldn't help being startled, and asked hurriedly: "Monk... what are you going to do?" His voice was trembling, his Adam's apple slid up and down slightly, and he felt panic in his heart, and his earlobes also Slightly red like cherry blossoms.
A sly smile flashed in Wuchen's eyes, and he gently pulled open the cloth belt covering Si Kong's face. The yellow cloth belt embroidered with spells slid down slowly like water in an instant.
Sikong was caught off guard. He didn't expect him to be so naughty. He actually pulled off the cloth band covering his eyes. He couldn't help but tensed up his nerves and closed his eyes tightly. His cheeks also turned a little bright red due to nervousness. .
The cloth belt was allowed to blow in the wind in Wuchen's hands. His eyes stared at Si Bai's fair and handsome face, as if he was admiring a beautiful picture in the world.
Sikong, on the other hand, kept his eyes tightly closed from beginning to end, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly. He was afraid that once he opened his eyes, he would bring bad luck to the other party.
He is not afraid of becoming a demon, but he is afraid that if he becomes a demon, he will hurt the people around him.
Sikong clenched his hands, his knuckles were slightly red, and choked with sobs: "Monk...Shang...don't make trouble!"
Wuchen whispered seductively, and the magnetic voice sounded in his ears. With a hint of teasing, he asked: "Don't you dare to open your eyes and take a look at the appearance of the young monk?"
The wind made the white clothes on Si Kong's body rustle, and the devil's breath all over his body began to be confused. Coupled with his wandering mind at the moment, the devil's breath became more and more wanton. He could no longer tell whether it was the devil's breath that confused his mind or the things in front of him. The monk confused his mind.
"Monk..." His whole body began to tremble, and his tone seemed to be pleading.
Wuchen stretched out his hand, tied the cloth belt for him again, and said with a smile: "Hahaha! Si Kong, you are really a coward!"
Wuchen made such a joke with him without authorization. Even though Si Bong was such a good-tempered person, he finally couldn't help but get angry, pushed him away, and said angrily: "How can you make such a joke with me?"
Wuchen was startled and said with a smile: "You are always worried that the devil's breath in your body will be uncontrollable. Now it seems to the young monk that you can control it very well!"
Si Bai shook his head and said angrily: "Do you know what will happen if I can't control the devil's breath?"
Wuchen grinned and sighed: "Then you can open your eyes and take a look at the young monk!"
"You monk, do you understand clearly? I would rather never see it than... don't want to hurt you!" Yes, if he becomes a demon, no Buddha can stop him. What will he do then?
Tears suddenly shone in Wuchen's eyes. He faced the wind and said calmly: "With the inner demons together, it is impossible to turn back. You and I both know... There is no way to remove the inner demons, and the only way I can think of now is One, that is to destroy my body and liberate your demonic heart."
Buddha, I want to love someone. If not, let me transform into a Buddha and liberate his demonic mind.
It was originally a lotus flower in front of the Buddha, but it fell in love with the mortal world because of drunkenness.
You should never fall into the mud, and you will never regret it for one person.
