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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Resentful Couple of Seven Generations, Goodbye Liu Yanchang

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    "Master, is there anything else?!"

    Seeing Master Pushan blocking the way, Yan Chixia asked suspiciously.

    Master Pushan clasped his hands together and said, "I still want to ask you, why did Nephew Yan come to Lanruo Temple this time?!"

    "I'm here to get rid of demons!" Yan Chixia replied in a muffled voice.

    "Why should Nephew Yan lie!"

    Master Pushan stared at Yan Chixia expressionlessly, and sighed quietly.

    When Yan Chixia heard the words, she raised her eyebrows and said in puzzlement, "Master, what does this mean?!"

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Master Pushan shook his head and sighed, staring at Yan Chixia, and said, "It seems that Nephew Yan is unwilling to tell the truth?!"

    Yan Chixia stared and snorted coldly, "This is the truth."

    "No, what Nephew Yan said just now is not the truth!"

    Master Pushan clasped his hands together, shook his head with a smile, and said, "If you really only came here to eliminate demons and have no other purpose, then why didn't the Xuanxin orthodox suzerain just give you a helping hand, but deliberately delayed the old monk to come to Lanruo Temple?  ?!"

    Yan Chixia's eyes flickered slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "I don't understand what the master said?!"

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Master Pushan was not in a hurry, and said slowly, "The dignified Xuanxin orthodox suzerain is full of trivial matters. If there is no important matter, how could he travel tens of thousands of miles in such free time, come here near Lanruo Temple, and intercept him?"  Old man?!"

    "There is no other sect in this place for a hundred miles, but you, a direct disciple of the Shushan sect, and an authentic sect master of Xuanxin, just appeared here together?! Is this a coincidence?"

    "Besides, the Shushan Sword Sect has always been friends with Xuanxin Zhengzong. Since the suzerain of Xuanxin Zhengzong appeared here, how could you not know?!"

    "All of this, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a coincidence, but rather like Shushan School and Xuanxin Zhengzong have some ulterior purpose"

    While speaking, two golden lights suddenly appeared in Master Pushan's eyes, he stared straight at Yan Chixia, and suddenly shouted, "Why don't you call me quickly?!"

    This question was like a muffled thunder, and Yan Chixia couldn't help but lose her eyes slightly, as if controlled by an inexplicable force, she naturally wanted to speak out what was deeply hidden in her heart.

    snort!

    At the same time, Bu Feifan couldn't help but feel a slight stabbing pain in his head, he couldn't help grunting, and took a few steps back.

    "Seven generations of resentful lovers"

    At this time, Yan Chixia opened her mouth with dull eyes.

    Boom!  !

    However, at this moment, a ray of seven-colored sword light suddenly descended from the sky, turning into a seven-colored sword array, exuding a terrifying aura, and crushed directly towards Master Pushan.

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Master Pushan's eyes were fixed, and his hands clasped together, a golden light burst out of his body, turning into a golden Buddha.

    Immediately afterwards, he waved his right hand, and the Golden Buddha immediately waved his right hand, just like him, and slapped the colorful sword array that descended from the sky.

    Boom!

    In the next second, the huge Buddha's palm flew across the sky, like the hand of God, and slapped directly on the colorful sword formation, and smashed the colorful sword formation in an instant.

    Peng!

    For a moment, golden light and colorful light intertwined and bloomed, and the boundless sword energy overflowed, and the void exploded again and again.

    After a while, the explosion dissipated and the golden Buddha disappeared. Master Pushan looked up again, but found that Yan Chixia had disappeared.

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Master Pushan looked in the direction of Lanruo Temple with an inexplicable expression, and sang a Buddhist name in a low voice.

    At the same time, in Lanruo Temple.

    Ning Caichen was sitting in the gossip formation that Yan Chixia drew for him with a serious face, looking around.

    Suddenly, a colorful sword light flashed, and Yan Chixia and Xuanxin's authentic suzerain appeared in front of him hand in hand.

    "Sovereign, what happened?!"

    Seeing Xuanxin's authentic suzerain, Ning Caichen was taken aback slightly, and blurted out asking.

    "Well, something happened, let's get out of here first!"

    The authentic patriarch of Xuanxin raised his jaw slightly, waved his right hand, and the seven-colored sword flew into the air. Immediately, he grabbed Ning Caichen, jumped straight, and landed on the seven-colored sword.

    At the same time, Yan Chixia followed closely and also landed on the colorful sword.

    Immediately afterwards, the seven-colored sword turned into a seven-colored sword.The rainbow, carrying the three of them, disappeared in Lanruo Temple in an instant

    At the same moment.

    Lanruo Temple, in the forest in the backyard.

    Master Pushan was staring at Bu Feifan with brilliant eyes, and praised in a loving voice, "I didn't expect that Master Bu would be so talented and able to compose a seventh-grade 'hymn'!"

    When Bu Feifei heard the words, he couldn't help being slightly startled, staring at Master Pushan vigilantly, and asked suspiciously, "Master knows me?!"

    Master Pushan smiled slightly, but said nothing.

    At the same time, a golden cloud suddenly fell from the sky.

    Um?  !

    Bu Feifan raised his eyes subconsciously, and suddenly saw a scholar and an old monk standing on top of the golden cloud.

    The old monk looked very thin and old, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

    And that scholar was Liu Yanchang who had just parted with him in the afternoon.

    "Liu Yanchang?!"

    Seeing this, Bu Feifan couldn't help being slightly taken aback, feeling a little surprised for no reason.

    Jin Yun soon fell to the ground.

    "Brother Step!"

    Liu Yanchang stepped down from Jinyun, stood next to Master Pushan, and looked at Bu Feifan with a half-smile.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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