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    The two looked at each other, hesitating.

    They quickly wondered in their hearts that Mo Youlan suddenly left just after entering, showing a sense of haste, is it because they noticed danger?

    Did she feel the danger herself, or was someone calling the police?

    But no matter how he knew, it meant that the opportunity for the two of them had been missed, and Mo Youlan would not come again.

    At this time, should I catch up and complete all my achievements in one battle, or should I hold back my mind, don't chase after the poor, and let it go slowly?

    The two looked at each other again, gritted their teeth and nodded, then rushed out of the window regardless of the surprised expressions of the people around them.

    They drew an arc in the air, landed on the roof of a house, tapped their toes again, and turned into two off-string arrows and shot out.

    They stared at Ning Zhenzhen closely.

    Ning Zhenzhen shuttled through the crowd like a butterfly, light and nimble, seemingly not fast, but actually extremely fast.

    She has taken Tianyunguo before, her speed has already exceeded the limit of human beings, and with the blessing of Flying Butterfly Palm, her speed is even faster.

    Although the two elders galloped wildly on the roof without the crowd's cover and hindrance, they still failed to catch up with Ning Zhenzhen.

    Ning Zhenzhen shuttled through the crowd lightly, and after several breaths, she had already reached the end of the street, and then turned into a small alley.  The more rings, the more ring scars.

    A scar is a precept, and keeping precepts requires an increase of precepts one after another. If there is too much sudden increase, it will be easy to be confused, at a loss, and disturb the state of mind.

    One precept every ten years, or one precept every five years, first observe one precept, then two precepts, until you observe nine precepts, or even twelve precepts.

    But Damiaolian Temple is different.

    ?First keep the twelve precepts, and then keep reducing the precepts. It is said that the highest state is no precepts to keep.

    It's a pity, it seems that no one has reached the point of no precepts so far. After reaching the four precepts, he is already a high-spirited monk.

    Observing the precepts is rigorous and precise, one step at a time, one certificate at a time, one scene at a time, not just talking about it.

    Without the realm of a great master, the practice of Buddhism will not be able to achieve the four precepts, which is affirmed by Damiaolian Temple.

    Therefore, as long as you see masters within the four precepts and within the four precepts, they are the real masters, and you must be careful.

    Of course, in addition to the four precepts, the five precepts or even the six precepts are not necessarily great masters, so the cultivation level of the monks of Damiaolian Temple cannot be judged only by the ring scars.

    Ring scars can only judge the realm of Dharma practice¡ª¡ª

    "Amitabha." The two young monks titheed together and looked at the two middle-aged men gently. "You two benefactors, please come with us."

    "Da Miaolian Temple?"

    "Amitabha Buddha."

    "Okay." One of the middle-aged men sneered, with a sneer in his corner, and let out a soft breath.

    He bulged Lao Gao's chest and calmed down. After letting out this breath, he quickly closed the jade box, his face flushed.

    This move was extremely risky, a little careless, failed to knock down the person on the opposite side, and fell down first.

    The three people who were fighting suddenly froze.

    Their movements froze, and then they fell limply to the ground.

    The faces of the two young monks turned red, but they still looked calmly at the middle-aged man rushing over, "The benefactor"

    "Shut up." The middle-aged man holding the jade box in his hand scolded without hesitation, ignoring the two of them, and flew towards the corner.

    "Chi!" There was a soft whistle and a clear light.

    The middle-aged man was busy retreating, but not fast enough.

    The jade box flew into the air with the five fingers, tumbling, stained with blood, it was extraordinarily bright in the sun, not inferior to the red flowers inside the box.

    Ning Zhenzhen floated lightly into the air, and stretched out her long sword to catch the jade box.

    The jade box rested on the sword, firmly, although the middle-aged man didn't care about the broken five fingers, as if the broken five fingers were not his hands, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ning Zhenzhen, wanting to take back the jade box.

    Ning Zhenzhen supported the jade box with a long sword, with a graceful and agile figure, lightly avoided his pounce, and took advantage of the opportunity to slap his palm lightly on his back.

    "Bang!" He slammed into the time immediately, and found that both of them were lying on the ground, and the jade box was held by the cold middle-aged man with difficulty.

    The safflower is still firmly placed in the box.

    "Sure enough, it's a laughing fan!" The two cold middle-aged Monk Chao Yuande and Ning Zhenzhen smiled wryly.

    Monk Yuande sighed, bent over, closed the jade box, and passed two cool breaths at the same time, allowing them to recover quickly.

    The two looked at Monk Yuande in surprise.

      Monk Yuande smiled.

    He didn't explain the source of this power, and the two cold middle-aged men didn't ask much, thinking it was the magical power of Damiaolian Temple.

    There are countless miraculous achievements in the Damiaolian Temple, and it is not surprising that there is one that can restrain the laughter.

    A cold middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and they were quickly covered with bloodshot eyes.

    Monk Yuande said softly, "Master Zhang"

    The cold, middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and the voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "I have three brothers who folded on this laughing flower."

    His voice was cold, and his eyes stared at the jade box.

    Ning Zhenzhen had already lifted the green veil, revealing Mo Youlan's true face, and said calmly, "Is it possible that only the Mishen Sect has the Laughing Mihua in the world? It may be obtained by Shenjianfeng unintentionally."

    "Only Mishenzong has it." The cold middle-aged man let out a sneer, "Laughing Mihua is not formed naturally, but formed through meticulous and unique cultivation by Mishenzong, how could it be leisurely by Shenjian.

    Ning Zhenzhen sat across from him, took the tea cup that Fakong handed over, and took a sip, "Brother, this time"

    Fakong narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly became deep. After looking at her, he shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work just this time."

    Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

    It's not so easy to frame a top sect like Shenjian Peak, and I didn't expect to be able to bring down Shenjian Peak in one fell swoop.

    But it will be an important accumulation.

    ?
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