Chapter 2848： Reappear (1/2)

When they finished chanting and stopped, they felt that their bodies and minds were purified, and they felt a little more understanding of the world and the world, and they were more kind and conscious.

They saluted together, and the nine old monks who had disappeared into the void.

Then they talked.

”Qing Shi, who is this ancestor who passed away?” A middle-aged monk whispered to a qualitative monk with a gloomy face.

Qualitative monk: ”Brother Dinghua should be Dingru Brother.”

”Master Dingru passed away?” The middle-aged monk Dinghua cried out, ”Isn't Master Dingru cultivated so profoundly that he almost reached the top level of our Daci'en Temple?”

”Well.” The qualitative monk had no interest in speaking.

Thinking of Chu Li has passed away, even if he is a monk, he can't help but feel uncomfortable, sorrowful and sorrowful.

He knew that Chu Li's death was because of the Fu Mo Temple, and he decisively sacrificed himself for the Fu Mo Temple for Da Ci'en Temple. Is it worth it?

”How could Brother Dingru die, he didn't practice in the temple?” Dinghua monk continued to ask.

He was really curious. The legendary fellow student of the same age can be regarded as a temple, and not only Daci'en Temple, but also the whole world is famous, and the name of the Wizard has spread to the world.

He is the top eminent monk in the future. This is beyond doubt. There is such a powerful figure in Dacien Temple. They are honored in addition to their envy. They never expected to die suddenly.

The qualitative monk shook his head: ”He is going to deal with the master of the demon.”

”No wonder ...” Monk Dinghua suddenly realized.

All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple have a consensus. This time, the resurgence of Demon Sect is more than before. If the flood is irresistible, all the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple will be helpless to return to the temple.

”Xuankong Cheng Song Jing has seen Abbot Xinjing!” There was a crisp and melodious voice suddenly from outside, calm and calm.

The voice was clear and clear to the ears of every disciple of Da Ci'en Temple, leaving them in their hearts.

The Da Ci'en Temple is now closed, and the formation method is activated. Therefore, the sound outside can't pass in. It is easy for you to meditate on the Dharma and practice meditation. This Song Jing's cultivation is really profound.

As soon as they heard the name, they remembered Song Jing's original move and damaged the face of Daci'en Temple, and had to avenge her elder brother and make them helpless, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

They suddenly thought, did she hear the news of Ding Ru silently, so she came here to mock and even anger Huiguang?

”Amitabha Buddha ...” The voice of Xinjing sounded through the Da Ci'en Temple, he said slowly: ”Song Shizhu came here, and the temple of God is welcome, please stop!”

The crowd listened.

They didn't understand why the abbot was so friendly. Obviously, Song Jing was an enemy of Da Ci'en Temple. Although they would not kill her, it did not mean welcoming her.

”Thank you abbot!” Song Jing said.

”Squeak!” The temple gate of Daci'en Temple opened.

Then a row of yellow-dressed monks stepped out, and if they walked one step, they went down to the middle and divided into two, standing on both sides of the steps.

Abbot Xinjing, wearing a purple gold bow, slowly stepped out of the temple door, descended the steps, and gave a gift to Song Jing under the steps: ”Song donor!”

Song Jing fluttered in a white shirt, looked at Xin Jing calmly, took out a clear and flawless ball from her arms, and handed it to Xin Xin: ”Abbot, this is a constant relic.”

”Amitabha Buddha!” ​​The heart was silent towards the relic.

Song Jing held the relic in the air, her face was so calm, she seemed to be a statue.

The monks gazed at the clear relic, looking complex.

Such pure and non-impurity relics they only saw, and the rest of the relics were like agate or gems, but none of them were like ice crystals, as if they were as pure as the younger brother's heart.

It's a pity that such a character disappeared, and he died early.

After the ritual of silence and heart, he solemnly stretched out his hands, slowly and carefully took over the relic, raised his head, then held up with both palms, and nodded towards Song Jing: ”Thank you Song donor!”