There is a secret technique in Buddhism called the Puxu Eye, which happened to have been learned by Mingguang.

He looked at the direction where Ji Pingsheng and others escaped, and his pupils closed and opened, a divine light appeared, as if he was about to cut through the silent night and see through the world.

Mingguang presided over the Poxu Eyes and Scandals to see Xiang Ji Pingsheng and others escape, hoping to lock their traces immediately.

Then.

It was blocked by a thick layer of smoke.

"Where is this the black smoke coming from!"

The Mingguang host was furious. Before he could wave his sleeves to disperse the smoke, another dazzling flash covered his eyes, causing him to subconsciously close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the hot chili powder plunged into his pupils again, making him cry.

Mingguang hosted: "......"

What kind of despicable means are these!

"It's too much!"

Mingguang host reached out and waved the strong wind, blowing all the miscellaneous air that was spreading into the air into the sky, floating throughout the imperial city.

These strange pills from Lu Hejin are useless when facing powerful monks.

Although you will be hit immediately, you can disperse it as long as you wave your hand casually.

But even this time was enough to allow Ji Pingsheng and the others to retreat safely.

After dispersing these messy gases, Mingguang host looked at the night again and there was no one left.

"It's really...it's really too much!"

The host Mingguang was so angry that he trembled. He wanted to scold people but couldn't think of the words. He held it in a long time before he could put it into such a sentence.

At this time, he also remembered the important matter.

How is the Buddhist son?

The chairman of Mingguang glanced hard at the quiet surroundings and turned back to Shengguang Temple with unwillingness.

He was still thinking about the safety of the Buddhist son.

"Master of God's Friendship, I thank you for your help just now."

Ming Guang returned to the temple and first thanked Master Shenjiao.

Although the thief ran away, the master of Shenjiao took decisive action, which still made him feel good about it.

"Amitabha."

The master of the God-Jie clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Subduing demons and eliminating demons is our duty. Don't be polite to the host Mingguang."

Um.

It's very meaningful, just as if he didn't let the water go just now.

"I want to go and see the safety of the Buddha. Master, let's go back and rest first."

After presiding up, Mingguang walked towards the main hall.

When he passed by the inner courtyard, he looked at the pile of clothes that did not belong to Buddhism on the ground, and his face turned a little darker.

"The ascetic arhat comes out and take all these filthy things back to practice, in case of this happening next time!"

Mingguang scolded the host.

"yes."

The arhats looked bitter and walked towards the pile of clothes that were thrown by Qiluo with a bitter face. They carefully picked up these things that should be avoided.

How should we use these clothes to cultivate the power of resisting red powder? Let these arhats imagine it.

Mingguang returned to the main hall and walked into the room where the Buddha was.

There are several monks from the Three Disaster Realms standing in this room, all of which are the high-end combat power of Shengguang Temple.

And all the masters of the outer temple who did not belong to the Holy Light Temple have been persuaded to go back to rest.

"How is the Buddhist son?"

After the host Mingguang rushed back, he asked anxiously.

"this......"

The monks looked at each other, showing that they wanted to speak but stopped.

"The Buddha's son is unobstructed, but he seems to have entered a certain state and remained unconscious."

One of the monks said.

"Unawained?"

The chairman of the Mingguang frowned and walked over, setting his eyes on the Bodhi Buddha Son.

The Bodhi Buddha Son was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, with his eyes closed tightly, and his body was surrounded by a faint Buddha light, quiet and sacred.

Apart from his pale face, the injuries on his body were as intact as before.

Whether it was the skull that was crushed by Youkun or the body burned by Qiluo's Zhiyang Palm, all of them returned to their original appearance.

"The body is not injured, the breath is stable, and the soul is not damaged, but why is it not awake?"

After the presiding over the inspection, Mingguang murmured to himself with a frown.

Could it be that he was poisoned?

No, it is impossible. The body of the Buddha's son will not invade all poisons and will not enter all evil, and will not be damaged by filth.

Just as Mingguang was puzzled by the host, a monk suddenly said tentatively.

"Can it be the essence of the Buddhist son, injured?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly alarmed everyone present, causing their faces to change drastically, and their expressions became panicked.

"Ruoguang, don't say this randomly, be careful of the ears of the wall!"

"What Ruoguang said is unreasonable. The Buddha's son's current appearance is really possible that his body has been damaged."

"What should we do? We don't know how to treat the essence of the Buddha's son!"

"The most important question now is what to do when you will be scheduled for Journey to the West in three days. The masters from the Outer Temple are waiting."

These three disaster masters who usually hide in temples became confused when they heard that the Buddha's son's body was damaged.

This is not a joke. If you accidentally encounter a disaster in the Holy Light Temple!

More than a dozen temples have collected tributes and sponsors have also been found. At this time, you say that the Buddha's son was injured and Journey to the West cannot be carried out as scheduled, so what awaits them is a big explosion.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said that when things happen, you should not be confused."

Mingguang presided over the shock of the Buddha's voice, suppressing all the discussions and attracting everyone's eyes.

"Host, what do you think of next?"

"Would we try to deliver Buddha light to the Buddha's sons?"

"It's useless. We didn't use it when the Buddha's son's body was bitten by a wild dog more than ten years ago."

The host Mingguang stared at the Bodhi Buddha Son with normal breathing intently. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Move the Buddha Son to the lounge first and let him rest for a day and see the situation."

Regarding the injuries of the Buddha's son, they were powerless to recover from the Buddha's son.

Several old monks from the Three Disasters carefully moved the Buddha's son to the quiet room.

"By the way, when the Buddha's son was injured, he didn't show anything unusual?"

Looking at the Bodhi Buddha Son who was sleeping in the bed, Mingguang suddenly asked.

"No, when we arrived, the Buddha's son was already like this."

Someone replied.

"That's good, just don't let outsiders see it."

After the Mingguang presided over secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he took out a cushion and sat on the ground alone.

"In order to prevent any more people from attacking the Buddhist sons from being attacked by the demons, I should keep abreast of my steps."

Mingguang said.

This time he was really scared. He didn't expect that someone would want to kill him if the Buddhist son who had never left the Holy Light Temple in 20 years.

This is outrageous.

Although the thieves failed this time, they were also frightened.

This is nothing. If it were a little later, the Buddha's son would probably have lost his head.

"Yes, yes, yes, stick to the Buddha's son!"

"There can't be any mistakes before Journey to the West!"

"Qi Tian Temple has noble blessings. Should we borrow some more people?"

Six or seven masters of the Three Disaster Realm of the Holy Light Temple simply took out the cushion and sat on the ground.
To be continued...