I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

After withdrawing his mind from the avatar, Baohua saw the three little guys who couldn't help showing worry on the opposite side.He is very old, he has no ambitions, he is not old enough, and he has more old people's problems, that is, he likes these young children.

It just so happens that the three little guys in front of them are still Buddhist cultivators, so that makes people like it even more.

"You three little guys, are you not worried now?"

King Ming still had the appearance of a two or three-year-old child, he was floating in mid-air, even facing the most famous senior in the Buddhist sect, there was still a trace of arrogance in his eyebrows and eyes.

He was born like this, even in the face of the Phoenix Clan, he couldn't bow his knees.Baohua is an old monk who has lived for an unknown number of years, so naturally he won't have the same knowledge as a junior at this moment.What's more, he thinks that King Ming in this appearance is quite cute.

"I just don't want to see the monks in the Quanshengyuan Great World like their brains being kicked by a donkey. They can't even tell right from wrong in a simple matter. Heh, when I think about it, I feel like I'm in the same world as them." It's so pitiful."

"Uncle Master, why are you so pitiful?"

Huixing is an honest little monk, and the changes in his previous life and present life did not have any impact on him. He is still the simple, kind and lovely little monk Huixing.At this moment, I feel that I don't understand much, so I don't feel ashamed to ask.

It's just that I got two big eyes from my uncle.

"Because I have to stay in the same world with these idiots, I feel like I'm going to suffocate!"

"But Master Uncle, don't you need to breathe to survive? As long as you have spiritual power..."

Seeing that his uncle's expression became more and more ugly, Ming An immediately covered his junior brother's mouth.Let the little brother continue talking like this, the uncle probably wants to beat someone.Moreover, this smiling Grand Master Baohua is not such a gentle person on the surface.

For the sake of his junior brother's life, Ming An tactfully changed the subject.

"Grand Master, do you think Fellow Daoist Yong'an is safe now?"

"Hehehe, no one can say for sure. I can only say that everything depends on God's will. She can live if God's will is in her, and she can't live if God's will is not in her. Amitabha, everything is God's will, oh hehehe ..."

Can't understand.

The little monk Huixing and his master uncle looked at each other, and they both saw the blankness in each other's eyes.On the other hand, Ming An, this alert little monk seemed to have understood something, and then nodded his head with a pensive look.

"Thank you, Tai Shizu, for your advice. You, a fellow Taoist in Yong'an, have their own auspiciousness. I believe she will have a safe journey."

"Hehehehe, little monk, your words are very interesting, I like it very much..."

Just when Baohua wanted to say a few more words to this little monk who was rarely in his favor, there was a sudden sound of gold objects colliding in front of him. Standing up slowly from the ground, he sighed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't have the time to say a few words to the younger generation, it's really annoying."

As Baohua advances, the scene ahead comes into view.The four of them were sitting in a tent just now, when they opened the tent and went out, what they saw in front of them was a scene filled with yellow sand.Going forward is a cliff.

Monk Baohua stood on the cliff, the gold and red cassock on his body was so insignificant in the world, but when he stretched out his hand to hold the Zen stick stuck on the ground, he was the most eye-catching one in the world.

"Little Huixing, just stay in the tent and don't move around, Ming Wang Ming'an, you two come with me, you are not young, you should also learn this method of transformation."

Floating in mid-air, King Ming looked at the densely packed monsters under the cliff, showing an extremely excited smile.

The method of degreeization?He sees it as a method of killing!But no matter what it's called, it can't stop him from killing all directions here and constantly advancing!
On the contrary, Ming An showed a compassionate smile and bowed his head in agreement.It's just that the expression on that face, no matter how you look at it, is very similar to Baohua.

Noticing this, Baohua showed a gratified smile, and then gently nodded the monsters below who had been hidden behind the group of monsters.

"Look, there are several benefactors waiting for us to save. Do you two want to come with me?"

"I can't wait!"

"Follow the teachings of the Grand Master."

The little monk Huixing standing behind them saw with his own eyes the three elders jumping off the cliff with a single leap, and immediately after that, blood sprayed one after another in the overwhelming group of monsters.Amidst the sky-shattering screams, the gentle and compassionate voice of Grand Master Baohua was heard.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, why are you running away? The poor monk is not a bad person. The poor monk just wants to ask. You have been changing frequently recently. Do you think the poor monk is dead?"

"Ahh! Damn monk! Why are you still haunted?!"

"Amitabha, the benefactor really made the poor monk so sad. The poor monk thought that we have been together for so long and have feelings for each other. Even if we don't want to convert to Buddhism, we won't shout and kill as soon as we meet, right? I didn't expect you to sneak attack ?! Sneak attack is not a good habit, you will be killed by others, look, you are dead right now?"

"It's that damned crazy monk again, he killed the third child, damn it! How can he not die? It's the same ghost 1000 years ago, it hasn't changed at all."

"Oh, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. No, no, the words of the almsgiver are wrong. How can there be no movement at all? Look around the poor monk, aren't there two more capable juniors? Wait for the poor monk to sit down. After the transformation, they may have the hope of inheriting the mantle of the poor monk and continue to teach the benefactors."

"...Duhua your mother's fart! Is there anyone who can do it like you? Let's do it together, or we'll all die today!"

"Ugh--"

Monk Baohua showed a mournful expression, and nine gold rings hanging on the Zen staff in his hand collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.It's just the few drops of blood hanging on it, but it shows its extraordinary.

Just when Monk Baohua was about to say something, he suddenly realized something and turned to ask King Ming.

"Little guy, is the spirit weapon of that little girl in Yong'an a golden sword?"

"what?"

Even King Ming couldn't help being stunned at this moment. He looked at Master Baohua's great uncle who was eager for knowledge, and then at those demons who were close at hand but couldn't get close to him. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Indeed, it's a golden sword with shining golden flowers. What's rare is that it fits perfectly with fellow Taoist Yong'an."

"Oh, that's really exciting. I don't know when I can meet this little fellow Taoist..."

"Vald donkey, you guys are really deceiving people too much!"

The few demons who were ignored uttered angry cries.In the middle of the battle, they can still be distracted in a fair manner, and they really underestimate them.Monk Baohua patted his bald head, feeling very ashamed.

"Look at my memory, I actually forgot all the benefactors. Don't worry about this benefactor, the poor monk will come to save you..."

"... suffered!"

"what!"

"Help……"

……

Hearing the endless screams, Huixing shuddered, then closed his eyes, concentrated on hitting the wooden fish in front of him, and chanted the mantra of passing away.It's just that his thoughts can't help but drift to Senior Yong'an who doesn't know where he is at this time.

Amitabha, senior Yong'an, you must be safe and sound...