Seeing Dao Sect Bing Xin's tone eased down, Ye Lingyue was also relieved.

Earlier, Emperor Xin was careful. As soon as Dao Sect Bingxin appeared, he shouted and screamed, or left halfway through.

"Yue'er, have you made up your mind to go to Buddhism? If Yun Sheng is here, I'm afraid I won't agree to go."

Ji Rumo saw that Ye Lingyue and Dao Sect Bing Xin had opened up, still a little worried.

He has been in Buddhism for many years and he knows the rules of Buddhism.

Yue'er, who has a distinct love and hatred temperament, is not suitable for being in Buddhism.

"Uncle Mirror, I must go to Buddhism. To tell you, one of my best friends also needs to be sent to Buddhism. For some reason, he was controlled by the red moon sky and lost his mind."

Ye Lingyue Xiaomingjun's situation and Ji Rumo talked about.

Upon hearing this, Ji Rumo stepped forward to check Xiao Mingjun's situation.

"His appearance is not simply controlled."

Ji Rumo couldn't see why it came.

"So I plan to borrow the Prajna Sutra of Buddhism and see if I can heal Xiao Mingjun."

Ye Lingyue also checked, Xiao Mingjun was not poisoned, but rather like a gu.

But there was no trace of Gu poison in his body either.

"Perhaps, I can give it a try first."

After Ji Rumo said, before Xiao Mingjun, he recited the sutra.

But after several prajna, Xiao Mingjun looked the same, he was very hostile to Ye Lingyue and others.

"These are all the Prajna Sutras. I actually got a few Prajna Sutras at the old site in Kunlun earlier, but I tried them all and none of them worked."

Ye Lingyue was very familiar with these prajna sutras, she had only one prajna sutra in her hand.

Unexpectedly, as an ancient Buddha, Ji Rumo, one of the most important Buddhas, did not have the missing Prajna Sutra.

"Since the other Prajna Sutras are invalid, it is only to find two ancient Buddhas. They existed during the Kunlun Tianmai period. They are likely to have the complete Prajna Sutra."

Ji Rumo groaned slightly and said.

His statement is consistent with that of Emperor Xin.

The most important Prajna sutra is rumored to be an original sutra from the Kunlun period. Among the Buddhist sects, no one knows except for the two ancient Buddhas.

In this way, Ye Lingyue is bound to go to Buddhism.

"Well, since your idea has been decided, we will return to the Buddha School. It just so happens that I have to go back to my life."

Ji Rumo thought for a while, and still agreed to Ye Lingyue's request.

The group decided to go to the Buddhist sect.

Everyone rested in Shucheng for one night, and then set off to leave Shucheng on the second day.

At night, in the temple, Ye Lingyue and the others have been arranged to rest in different rooms.

Ji Rumo is in the hall, with a blue lantern praising Buddha.

In the middle of the night, the light of the oil lamp beating gently.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

"Brother, the first priest asks you, how are things going? Why hasn't been heard for so long?"

A female voice resounded abruptly in the hall.

Ji Rumo's figure was a little stiff.

After a long while, he said.

"Things are already under preparation, besides... the whereabouts of Ye Lingyue and Daomen Bingxin have been discovered, they will return to Buddhism with me soon."

"Oh? It really didn't take much effort. The first priest has been looking for their whereabouts these days."

The female voice is full of joy.

Emperor Xin killed Si Qingwu and the White Tiger Temple God, Qin Xiao was furious, and the first priest was also a headache for this.

"They went to Buddhism, that was the best thing. All plans are as usual. Remember, you must start with Yun Sheng as soon as possible."

The female voice exclaimed.

Ji Rumo was silent for a while.

"Brother, you won't forget our vow? Only the first priest can get us out of the curse and revive the Suzaku clan."

The female voice seemed to see Ji Rumo's hesitation.

"I haven't forgotten, wait for my news."

There was helplessness and compromise in Ji Rumo's voice.

By now, he has no retreat.

The oil lamp fluttered and lit up.

Ji Ru Moku sat there, like a statue, without moving for a long time.

Around dawn, Ye Lingyue and others got up one after another.

"Boss, we went to Buddhism, can we see your master?"

On the way to the gate of Shucheng, Xiao Zhiyo asked excitedly.

He hasn't seen Zitangsu in years.

For Zitangsu, Xiao Zhiyo was not very impressed, but only a few memories showed that he was much easier to get along with than the fellow Di Xin.

Xiao Zhi yo is a little bit looking forward to seeing each other.

At least there is Zitang staying here, neither Emperor Xin nor Dao Sect Bingxin can do anything wrong.

Xiao Zhiyo just finished asking, a cold look beside him swept over.

Xiao Zhi was a joke, and when she saw Dao Men Bing, she stared at herself coldly.

Compared with this guy, Emperor Xin looked good-tempered.

Xiao Zhiyo cried again. He really missed Feng Xin, okay? With the same face, Feng Xin is the real fairy brother!

Compared with his own dad's momentary Yanba, Xiao Wuji seemed more excited.

After the temple fair was over, Shucheng was no longer as lively as it was yesterday.

But there are still a lot of delicious and fun along the way. Xiao Wuji has grown from small to large, and I haven't seen so many interesting ones. For a while, I was dizzying.

Some city residents also recognized the messenger Ji Rumo, and they were very enthusiastic, and sent some melon and fruit gadgets. Xiao Wuji was not polite and took them all together.

"This place is really good. I finally don't have to be chased by Hongyuetian people. Dad, my mother will come back. Our family of three moved here, OK?"

Xiao Wuji's cheeks were bulging, and he kept stuffing his mouth to eat.

That appearance reminded Ye Lingyue of Xiao Zhi when she was a child.

When Xiao Zhiyo grew up, she was not as fun as she was when she was a child.

It's just Xiao Wuya, can she really come back?

Ye Lingyue couldn't help feeling a little sad when she thought of Xiao Wuya, and Xiao Zhiyo was also a little absent-minded.

"You are not allowed to eat while you are talking. How can I teach you that you can't eat and sleep."

Xiao Zhiyo slapped her son on the back of his head.

Xiao Wuji staggered, and the food in his mouth barely came out.

With an ouch, he jumped away.

"Father, you are trying to murder your own son without success, you will end up like this..."

As Xiao Wuji was talking, he heard a plop behind him.

He looked back and found a little beggar behind him.

The little beggar had passed out in a coma, and it was not just being hit by Xiao Wuji, or something else.

"I didn't do anything, don't this guy touch porcelain, right?"

Xiao Wuji looked depressed.

"Xiao Wuji, the child seems to be sick."

When Ye Lingyue saw the little beggar scrawny, her eyes closed, and she hurriedly stepped forward to check.

The little beggar was not seriously ill, except that he had some skin injuries on his body, and he was hungry and cold, so he fainted when he was hit by Xiao Wuji.