Chapter 64 Returning empty-handed Chapter 62 "Meet the abbot?" Huiming was stunned for a moment, then asked, "I wonder if you can tell me something?" If an ordinary person had such a request, Huiming would have told them directly. But he could sense a demonic aura from the three women in front of him, and was sure that they were demons, but he could not see through their cultivation. He did not dare to be careless and was worried that it might be disadvantageous to the abbot, so he naturally asked this question. Although Xiaojing could understand, she still felt a little dissatisfied and couldn't help but give the monk a cold look. Zi Xuan pondered for a moment, sighed, and then told the story frankly, "My sister and I have been cursed by a strange curse. I would like to ask the abbot of your temple for help to break the curse!" "Oh!" Huiming suddenly understood, and then asked, "What kind of strange curse is this? I know a thing or two about breaking curses, can you show me?" "Of course!" Zi Xuan nodded slightly when she heard that, and flicked her sleeve to the left. Suddenly, a two-foot square mirror appeared on the wall of the room. The mirror seemed to be made of water, but it seemed to be firmly embedded in the wall. The image in the water mirror was exactly the curse pattern behind Xiaojing, and the stripes of the pattern were clearly visible.
Zi Xuan casually used her spiritual power to condense the spirit to make a mental imprint, and Hui Ming was secretly surprised. He thought he could do it, but the fluctuations in space could not be concealed, and it was absolutely impossible to do it so inconspicuously. These three people dared to come here, and they must have some means. "This seems to be a curse of the undead?" Huiming took a closer look, a look of surprise on his face, and called out the name in surprise. "Yes! It is the curse of the undead!" After Zi Xuan and Hui Ming finished reading it, they flicked their sleeves again and the water mirror disappeared out of thin air. Lan Lan asked from the side, "Master, do you have a way to solve this problem?" Huiming thought for a moment, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If it is an ordinary curse, I can break it. If the pattern of the undead curse has not yet taken shape, I can still do it. But this skull has been more than 72 hours old and has already been fully formed. I am willing but unable to do it!" "Oh!" Lan Lan looked disappointed. "Then it seems that I have no choice but to trouble the abbot. Can you take us there..." Huiming was in charge of reception at the temple, and was an expert at reading people's expressions. After looking at Zixuan's water mirror, he was even more certain of the purpose of their visit. "Of course there is no problem with that. But I'm afraid that your coming here today will disappoint the three donors!" Huiming stopped Lanlan from talking and said slowly, "The abbot went to Shanghai to attend a blessing ceremony and is not in the temple!" "Are you serious?" Lan Lan couldn't help but ask. “Amitabha!” Huiming put his hands together and said, “Monks don’t tell lies!” "Oh!" Zixuan and the other two looked at each other and saw the disappointment in each other's eyes. "In this case, we have no choice but to return empty-handed. Please tell the abbot of your temple that we will visit you again another day..." Zixuan bowed to express her gratitude, then turned around and left with Xiaojing. Squeak! At this time, the small door on the right side of the wing room opened, and two monks came out one after another. One was an old monk with a kind face, and the other was a tall, middle-aged monk with dark skin. After the two people walked out, they saw Zixuan and the other two turning around and leaving. The tall middle-aged monk frowned and shouted, "Stop!"
Zixuan and the other two were stunned when they heard the voice and couldn't help but stop and turn around. "I'm talking about you!" said the middle-aged monk in a bad tone. Zi Xuan sneered in her heart, turned around, and said slowly: "I wonder if this master has any advice for me?" As the saying goes, if someone respects me one foot, I will respect him one yard. Zixuan has always acted in this way. Although she is in someone else's territory, she does not think that she can avoid trouble by simply retreating. "You come as you please and leave as you please. What do you think of our Xiangguo Temple?" The tall monk was unhappy and shouted with a gloomy face. Then he looked at Huiming next to him with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "Brother Huijue, they are here to see the abbot about something..." Huiming seemed to know his character and wanted to explain something to him. But before Huiming could finish her words, he interrupted her with his hand, "It's none of your business—" Huiming could only smile bitterly and stopped talking. Huijue was the abbot, in charge of all the affairs of the temple and also in charge of the temple's finances, and his status was above his. The old monk next to him saw that the abbot seemed to be trying to embarrass the female donor, so he frowned and asked Huiming curiously, "What's going on?" The old monk was a wandering monk, with the Buddhist name Guangji. Huiming naturally knew him. Guangji traveled from the north of China to the south, and came to Xiangguo Temple to stay temporarily two days ago. Huiming had received him. However, Guangji specialized in Buddhism, and his Buddhist teachings were exquisite, but he did not have any magical powers. Huiming glanced at him, thought for a moment, then sighed and said with a smile: "Master Guangji, this is nothing. It's just a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding..." While the two were talking, the abbot Huijue had already walked up to Zixuan and the others. He said expressionlessly: "Since you are here, you can stay." "Oh?" Zi Xuan said coldly, "Master, can you give me a reason?" "Do you need a reason?" Huijue said indifferently, "Your identities are there!" "Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living beings and compassion!" Zi Xuan showed a hint of sarcasm, "Master, it seems a bit inappropriate for you to be so aggressive!" "You--" Huijue's face darkened, and as he spoke, an invisible aura from his body rushed directly towards Zixuan. Zi Xuan remained calm, and the moment the internal energy reached her body, her spiritual power gushed out. hum! A strange noise came from the side room, and then Huijue took two steps back. Huiming moved his mouth, wanting to remind him, but in the end he said nothing. He sighed in his heart, his senior brother has been helping the abbot manage the temple affairs for the past two years. Although he has been conscientious and capable, his temper has become more and more impatient. Now in this situation, maybe it would be a good thing for him to suffer a little loss. Huijue felt a little disappointed and was a little surprised. This little demon has some tricks! I was careless just now. They didn't run away, perhaps because they had some self-reliance, but they could only stop here. Next, let me see what kind of monsters you are! "Duh!" He shouted, and his monk robe fluttered without wind. With a wave of his right hand, his wide monk sleeves suddenly turned into a tent, covering Zixuan and the other two, and a strong attraction emanated from his sleeves. Lanlan and Xiaojing were shocked. This monk had powerful magic and his control over the magic power was obviously far beyond theirs. It did not affect the rest of the people and objects in the room at all. Everything is in your sleeve! Huiming's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost cried out. He didn't expect that his senior brother would even use this trick. It seemed that he wanted to capture the three demons together! But with Huiming's insightful mind, it was obvious that these three women with normal expressions would not let him succeed so easily.
Huijue waved his sleeves, full of confidence. Unfortunately, things did not develop in the direction Huijue expected. Just as the powerful suction force descended upon the three people's heads, Zi Xuan's spiritual power surged, and an invisible shield protected her body. The three of them stood still! Huijue's face changed, and just as he was about to make a hand seal, he heard a sigh in his ear: "Broken!" Zi Xuan and the others didn't see how they moved, and then the tents formed by their sleeves above their heads shattered into pieces, like butterflies flying in the room. Huijue's pupils shrank and he stood there in a daze. He knew the power of the Sleeve of Heaven and Earth. He used his late Nascent Soul peak cultivation to perform it, but it was easily broken, which only meant that the woman in front of him had hidden her cultivation. Moreover, the difference between their cultivation levels was more than just a little bit. "All living beings have Buddha nature! Master is obsessed with the difference between humans and demons, and starts fighting as soon as they meet. You can be said to be obsessed with appearances!" A voice suddenly came into his ears. When Huijue heard the voice transmission, his whole body shook violently. When he looked up, Zixuan was looking at him gently. "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I'll visit you again some other day. Goodbye!" Then she turned around and walked out the door with Xiaojing. …… I work during the day, so the update is late at night. I suggest you read it the next day! (End of this chapter)