Chapter 242:

Lin Nianci could not speak weakly, and could only say in a silent voice: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Fangallo squatted down, protruding his slender fingertips, and gently ripped off the few strands of white hair that Lin Nianci had left, chuckling lightly: "I knocked out the sculpture of the Saint Maiden, this time you do you understand?"
Song Rui stood behind him and added lightly: "It is not just the city of Beijing, the Saint Maidens have been demolished all over the country."
Longevity looked at them in disbelief, and his tone was full of anger: "Why do you dismantle the Temple of Our Lady in Tianshui Palace? There is a golden body enshrining the merciful Master, you are blasphemy!"
Fangalo's lips were straightened with a smile on his lips, and his gentle voice suddenly brought a cold meaning: "Profanity? Are these two words Song Enci worthy? There will never be a in this world. Because I don't allow it. "
Lin Nianci shook his head from side to side, tears in his eyes, and his expression was anxious and helpless, but he couldn't say a word. He could only use his mouth to constantly deny: "I am not, I am not, I am Lin Nianci."
Fangallo blew off her strands of white hair, stood up slowly, and looked down at her from a condescending position. Shen said, "I just knocked the statue off on your side, and you were repulsed on your side. Do you think I will believe you?"
"I'm really not Song Enci, that's my mother. I can't understand any of your words." Lin Nianci's old face had been drowned in tears. She began to fear the inexplicable person in front of her, and began to feel helpless and confused about her situation. She really didn't know why she became this look.
She was speechless and could only argue for herself with her mouth. She whimpered slightly from her nose, and her fragile and helpless appearance seemed so innocent.
Even Song Rui, who read the mind secretly, was shaken after carefully observing her micro-expression, but this professional judgment is far from overwhelming his trust in Van Gogh, so he just stood aside No word.
Longevity finally understood the causes and consequences, and immediately burst into anger: "Vanjalo, you are too deceiving! Just because you suspect that mercy is a merciful master, you ruined the Temple of Our Lady in Tianshui Palace. You really do whatever you want. I tell you, Nianci is Nianci, and Master is the teacher. They can't be the same person. When my ancestor retrieved Nianci, she was covered with blood, and there was an umbilical cord attached to her stomach. , Holding the half-sleeve sleeve of Uncle Tzu in his hand, the weak is only half of the palm of my ancestor. She was born in October by my Uncle Tzu in her arms, and she was raised in a water urn for decades. Soul has been stabilized. Where did my merciful uncle go and what happened, should n’t you be more clear? You killed her, and now you want to find an excuse to kill Nianci? What do you have with their mother and daughter? Deep hatred? Are you crazy? "
When Changsheng questioned, Changzhen and Lin Nianen had taken out their magical instruments and waited for them.
However, Fangallo didn't take care of them at all, just stared at the eyes and stared at Lin Nianci for a long time, until the other person was crying and shivering, he slowly said: "I don't know what method you used to make yourself a baby and grow up again, but I will find evidence to prove that you are Song Enci. "
He nodded his temple, and his tone was taken for granted: "My intuition told me that you are Song Enci, and you should know that I have never made a mistake in the sense of sensitivity."
Lin Nianci opened her dry, blood-stained lips and responded silently: "You are a lunatic."
Fangallo smiled indifferently, then glanced at Changsheng and others.
The three holding the Taomujian couldn't help but take a few steps back, realizing that they were showing timidity, and quickly stood still.
Fangalo bent down, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Lin Nianci's pale and sparse hair. He asked softly, "When will your master come to save you?"
Lin Nianci was naturally unable to answer, but Changsheng threatened intimidatingly: "Master and Shizu will come to Beijing soon, and they will find you naturally! Let go of your sister and stay away from her!"
Longevity waved the peach wood sword forward, but was shocked to find that he was trapped in an invisible space, he could see others, and others could see him, but the square of his whole body stood up for no reason. Six walls of air cut him off.
Changzhen and Lin Nianen also encountered the same situation. The two were violently attacking these transparent walls with their instruments, but they couldn't break through. They still exist in this world, but they are trapped in this world. This ability is clearly a variant of Ma You's space, but it seems to be better than the other side!
The Tianshui School also has the technique of trapping people, but it must draw symbols or arrays. It can never be as easy as Van Gogh. He just glanced casually, or a short breath, or even a slightly flashing idea, and he could quietly activate the ability to trap a few people. He seemed to be more powerful than he had just known!
Mo said that only three people were fighting against him, and even if there were thirty more people, he would probably be completely controlled by him in a face-to-face kung fu.
When Chang Sheng thought of this, he saw that the monks were also blocked by an invisible wall. They wanted to go to the altar to help, but they could only stand still in place, and even Master Changjing's scepter could not break this layer of imprisonment.
Today, the only people who can move freely are Lin Nianci, Van Gogh, and Song Rui. But Lin Nian couldn't move weakly. Where could he save himself?
Longevity rushed into cold sweat, while hammering the invisible space with fists, shouting: "Van Galo, if you dare to touch a sister's hair, our Tianshui school will definitely chase you to the end of the world!"
Not only did Van Gogh not hesitate to hear this, but instead twisted Lin Nianci's strands of white hair with her fingertips, raised her hands and let them fly with the wind. His style has blushed the eyes of Changsheng and others, and it also made them lose their subtle sense of identity.
How could Van Gogh be a good person? He is too disguised!
"Van Gallo, you're about to release the younger sister! Otherwise, Master Zu will kill you personally! Master Zu will be able to arrive in Beijing immediately, and you can't run away!" Chang Sheng shouted with hoarseness, and Chang Zhen and Lin Nianen were also in a hurry go Ape.
Song Rui shook his head and smiled lightly: "Don't believe them, they don't know when the so-called ancestor can come." Lied in his face, these people are really interesting.
With a definite answer, Fangallo squatted down and looked at Lin Nianci's old dragon face with great interest.
In the face of absolute power, Changsheng and others have no resistance at all, and can only watch him put his hand on Lin Nianci's head, extracting her last remaining vitality.
Lin Nianci shivered in fear, his low cry turned into a broken moan, and his mouth opened and closed, praying silently: "Let me go, please!"
Responding to her was the quiet smile and faster drawing of Van Goghro.
This was the first time Song Rui saw Van Goghro's anger at absorbing others, and his eyebrows could not help picking up, revealing a surprised look. Unless he hates a person to the extreme, he will never do such a violation of principle. It seems that the enmity between Song Enci and him is very deep, almost reaching the point of life and death.
In a few moments, Van Gaal withdrew his hand and placed his white palm in the eyes of Dr. Song.
Song Rui immediately put aside those cluttered thoughts, took out a packet of sterile tissues from his pocket, and wiped him carefully. Yu Guang glanced at Lin Nianci in the corner of his eyes.
Surprisingly, Lin Nianci's hair has lost its light, and all her teeth have fallen off. The body is shriveled like a dead bone, but there is still a breath in the nose. This breath is intermittent and very weak. I don't know when it will be. Will suddenly stop.
Fangallo took away her anger, but left her with a chance to breathe.
After doing all this, he jumped off the altar and stepped away. As he walked away, the invisible walls gradually thinned out, and then disappeared completely, leaving the trapped people free. The three long-lived men hurried towards Lin Nianci, knelt down, and their eyes suddenly turned red.
Her situation was already very critical. When Van Gaalo made such a mistake, she had already stepped into the ghost gate with half of her feet. She could not wait for the master and the ancestor to save her.
"Master Changjing, come and see my sister!" Changsheng shouted helplessly.
Chang Zhen and Lin Nianen knelt beside Lin Nianci, who was dying, trying to touch her, but dared not reach out, lest she would dissipate in the wind like sand.
Master Chang Jing took a deep look at Fangalore, and then quickly walked onto the altar, holding Lin Nianci's veins, shaking his head and saying: "Amitabha, the poor monk can't save Lin Shizhu, her vitality is about to be cut off."
"Don't you bless her chanting before and let her return to youth? You continue to chant!" Lin Nianen urged anxiously.
"May the blessing of force take time," Master Chang Jing waved his hand: "Lun Shi Lin's time is not enough."
"Why, it's impossible!" Lin Nianen cried out as he spoke, then suddenly looked at Van Gogh, with a bitter hatred in his eyes.
Master Chang Jing knew that Lin Nianci was not saved, but he still summoned the monks of the whole temple to bless her chanting.
The curling brahma sounds hovered up and shook Yun Xiao, but could not shake the cold expression of Fangalo. He turned a blind eye to Lin Nianen, and did not put the murderous longevity and Changzhen in his eyes, but said slowly: "Song Enci holds the other half of the Pisces. The jade is a sun, a truth, and everything. Hair growth, so she will never die. I bet you will naturally return to the same condition tomorrow morning. If she is not pushed to despair, how can she take the initiative to expose her identity? "
"You are crazy!" Changsheng shouted: "Can you play around with others' lives for a guess?"
Fangallo said with a chuckle: "I'm not playing with people, it's Song Enci. Rest assured, her life is harder than anyone." The implication is that he never admits that Song Enci is a human being, so he can have no mind Burden her fate.
He really was the murderer who killed Uncle Shi and Uncle Shi! He was so sad! Longevity is angry and hate, clearly want to edge each other, but helpless.
Changzheng and Lin Nianen had already thought of dying together with Van Gogh, and took out the magical instruments at the bottom of the pressure box.
Seeing that a battle was about to hit, Master Chang Jing immediately stood up to isolate the two groups of people, and said gently but toughly: "Amitabha Buddha, please also ask the Vatican Lord to give Lao Kun a face, don't want to use force in Longyin Temple, or Lao will give you personally Going down the mountain. "He thought he had to shoot, but he didn't expect that Van Gogh just looked at him deeply and turned his head away, leaving him without any trouble.
Master Chang Jing froze.
Van Gogh said without looking back: "I'm waiting for Song Enci outside the temple. Even if you don't read the sutra, she can't die."
Master Chang Jing didn't believe him at all, and sent away this big trouble, immediately sat down under the altar in person, sincerely for Lin Nian Ci Ning. He could see that she was engulfed in evil karma and exhausted, but this evil karma was contaminated from elsewhere and had little to do with her, so it was still necessary to save.
Fanjialuo and Song Ruigang stepped out of Longyin Temple, and the door behind them slammed shut, and the lock was closed, as if fearing that they would break in.
"What now?" Song Rui asked briskly.
"Wait here for the night." Fangalo casually found a stone bench to sit down and took out his mobile phone. "I called Director Meng and asked him to help Yang Yang."
"Let Warm pick it up, she will take care of the children." Song Rui also took out her phone.
"Okay. I sent Yang Yang an apology message." When he said this, Fangalo's eyebrows inevitably showed a look of guilt.
"He will understand. We dealt with it in the car tonight. I happened to bring a quilt." Song Rui took a duck down quilt from the trunk and tiled it in the rear seat.
"Don't get close to me, it will be cold." Van Gaal stared at his hands without temperature, his dark eyes showing a trace of obscurity.
"I'm not afraid of cold." Song Rui took off his trench coat and wrapped himself with Van Gogh. The laughter was low and cheerful: "I will lend you my temperature. You need to keep it."
After listening to this, Van Galaro's straight lips couldn't help but bend, and took the initiative to close the gap of the coat, leaning against the warm chest behind him, and then released the magnetic field, tightening this hot temperature Lock control on your body surface. So his dead, icy body slowly got a little warm, as if he had come alive in another way.
It turns out that living is not a state, but a state of mind.
He lowered his head and smiled silently.
Feeling that the body in her arms no longer has no temperature as usual, but the heat is getting hotter and hotter, Song Rui can't help but whisper, then lowered her head to check.
At this moment, Fangallo extended his slender fingertips and nodded the back of his hand. This silent exchange immediately stopped Song Rui's inquiry and made him laugh out loud.
After a while, Song Rui raised his smile and asked: "Are we just waiting for this?"
"I own the other half of the Pisces. It belongs to Yin and the Lord dies. Once Song Enci uses Yangyu, I will immediately feel it."
"Then we broke in to catch her current?"
"Yes. She is very devoted to life, even if she knows that I am standing by and waiting for the rabbit, she will try to save herself."
"Sacrifice is to become a god?"
"Yes, this is the dream of every monk."
"It's also your ancestor's dream?"
"Ok."
"how about you?"
Fangallo remained silent for a long time before saying firmly: "I will not allow gods to exist in the world."
What Song Rui understood, he could not help shaking his head and chuckling, "You think of yourself as the savior?"
"I never thought about it that much. I was just doing what I thought I should do." Van Gogh looked up at the night sky and sighed inexplicably.
He thought that Lin Nianci would not take long before he would take out Yangyu to save himself, but he didn't expect that the whole night passed, but there was no movement in Longyin Temple.
At dawn, Vangarola, who had completely lost her patience, took Dr. Song's hand and led him straight to the closed locked door, but at the moment of head-on collision, it opened a folding space and connected the door. On the other hand, appeared in the temple out of thin air.
Seeing the two passing through the wall, the monks who were sweeping the floor were so scared that they even threw their broomsticks and hurried to the abbot.
Through several interconnected folding spaces, Van Gogh suddenly came to a row of cabins hundreds of meters away, and followed a ray of seemingly nothingness, pushing the door of one of the rooms.
Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, Lin Nian'en, and Chang Jing masters heard the news at this moment and shouted in unison: "Stop!"
Fangallo ignored them, walked straight into the room, and carried Lin Nianci out.
Two eight or nine-year-old Xiao Shami, who was staying by the bed and caring for the patient all the time, was awakened and quickly rubbed her eyes to see, then uttered an incredulous whisper. I saw the old woman who was dying last night and was old, but now it has recovered as before. Her skin was smooth, her body was plump, and her hair and teeth were all growing, as if she had taken a magical panacea.
Van Gogh was not surprised at all. He threw the confused Lin Nianci on the ground and asked with a smile: "How do you explain this phenomenon?"
Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen and Lin Nianen were dumbfounded.
Master Chang Jing stared at Lin Nianci for a while, and said in amazement: "Amitabha, last night, the donor Lin was clearly devoted to bad karma and exhausted, but today he is full of vitality and luck. ? "