Zhang Yifang's voice was hysterical, with panic, fear, and an inexplicable meaning.

Everyone was shocked and laughed.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and all the junior brothers and sisters, senior brothers and sisters are starting to make fun of it, wanting to make the atmosphere of the New Year come early. For example, the current senior brother is sitting on the stone pier just now, and here is Sanqing Temple. What danger can senior brothers have?

Help?

Everyone did not take it seriously, and they should do what they should do.

Zhang Yifang's face turned pale again. Seeing that no one believed him, Zhang Yifang hurriedly said to Zhao Yingxiong: "Junior brother, hurry up and find the master, me, me."

"Stir"

Zhang Yifang grinned, and beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down his face: "My butt"

It hurts so much!

Not only was there a pain of burning flames, but there was also a pain of stabbing with a knife, as if the butt was already rotten. Just poke it, but you just stab Zhang Yifang at the chrysanthemum to open your mouth. While his face turned pale, he also felt a little embarrassed.

"Senior Brother, your performance is very unsuccessful. I didn't see that I am the only one who is left here?"

Zhao Yingxiong shook his head and turned to the Sanqing Temple: "I still have to take over my master, my uncle and sister."

"oh"

Zhang Yifang's face suddenly turned red and a seductive sound came from his mouth.

A look of shame and anger appeared on his red face. Zhang Yifang felt that his butt was burned by the flames became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a stick had pierced his Taoist robe and entered the chrysanthemum.

Zhang Yifang wanted to get up, but his butt seemed to grow on a stone pier. In the past, Zhang Yifang could easily lift more than a dozen stone piers. Now, the stone pier under his butt is as heavy as Mount Tai and cannot be lifted at all.

"Don't leave"

Zhang Yifang was stunned and noticed that this was the stone pier that the master often sat on. Zhang Yifang's face turned pale again: "I really didn't mean it."

I didn't mean to sit here.

Instinctively, Zhang Yifang felt that the master thought that sitting here was challenging the master's dignity, and deliberately took action secretly to punish himself. Of course, there was a bigger reason that the master often sat here and tacted here.

Therefore, Zhang Yifang's first reaction was to ask his master for help.

Now that everyone here has gone away, who can help me?

The spiritual energy of water in Zhang Yifang's dantian and the laws of water in the sea of ​​consciousness are constantly circulating and moving under his butt. Zhang Yifang's idea is very simple, that is, water overcomes fire. He understands the application of the laws of water and can destroy the flames under his butt.

The idea is good, but the reality is

"My cultivation is insufficient, and the master simply forbids it. Even if I try my best, it will be difficult for me to resist."

This is the master deliberately punishing himself. This is to know the lesson he taught this time

"Master and disciple know that they are wrong. I dare not do anything to the master in the future. You can spare your disciple this time."

Zhang Yifang was almost crying, and the pain from his butt became stronger and stronger. There was almost a kind of thing that was almost as high as his patience. Just like at this time, someone burned his body with a flame, and used a knife to scrape your bones, and stabbed your anus with a knife.

Zhang Yifang's body was a little stiff. Zhang Yifang used all the water aura under his butt, but the burning feeling was like adding fuel to the fire, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Why"

Standing by the cliff, Zhang Daoran wanted to return to the Taoist temple and rescue him, but finally shook his head: "How can you know how to use your strength without going through some hardships? It's okay for me to be by your side. When you are in danger, I can help you at any time. If you go out and something happens, I can also rescue you in time?"

Zhang Daoran did not take action and was still standing on the edge of the cliff.

Zhang Yifang alarmed the other disciples with a shrill begging for mercy.

More than twenty pairs of eyes looked here together.

At the beginning, they felt that Zhang Yifang was acting just to make everyone happy. So at the beginning, they did not take this matter to heart, and deliberately left with a face in their face and couldn't bear it.

Now that so long has passed, Zhang Yifang's whole body seems to have been stiff, and his sweat has wet his Taoist robe.

"This is not acting!"

If this is an acting, then the acting skills of the senior brother can really be comparable to those veteran film and television actors!

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The first person to throw him over was Zhao Yingxiong. He had nothing to do, so he played with Lang Yining. Seeing that Zhang Yifang looked wrong and things were not as simple as he thought, he was the first to run over.

"My butt seems to be stuck on the stone pier and there seems to be flames burning. Try to pull me."

Zhao Yingxiong nodded, came to Zhang Yifang, grabbed Zhang Yifang's arms with both hands, bent his legs slightly, and suddenly exerted force.

"Shit"

The sleeves on Zhang Yifang's arms were shattered directly, but Zhang Yifang was as stable as Mount Tai.

Zhao Yingxiong was stunned. He was practicing physical body. Not to mention the strength of his arms, he could carry the mountains and seas, at least he still had a thousand kilograms of strength. However, Zhang Yifang was not pulled up.

Zhang Yifang's arms, where Zhao Yingxiong pulled, his sleeves were broken, his arms were grabbed by his hands, and there were obvious scratches

"Hurry and water the stone pier under my butt, it's already on fire."

Zhang Yifang felt that his butt was almost burned to ashes and burned his bones.

Seeing Zhao Yingxiong still dazed, Zhang Yifang shouted quickly.

This shout not only woke Zhao Yingxiong up, but also found an abnormality when he was walking towards the road here. He hurried into the kitchen, holding the basin, holding the bowl, and carrying the bucket, all filled with water, and walked towards here.

"Wow"

You Yixiu poured a basin of water on the stone pier under Zhang Yifang's butt. The water was as cold as ice. Zhang Yifang's lower body and the stone pier were all poured with cold water. The stone pier did not react much, and was no different from ordinary stones.

But Zhang Yifang was still trembling all over, and suddenly a trace of white foam came out of his mouth: "What kind of fire is this? It cannot be seen, it cannot be destroyed."

Everyone looked at each other, not sure what was going on with Zhang Yifang. Zhang Yifang didn't seem to be performing, and it seemed that he was really in trouble. At this time, Zhang Yifang was in extreme embarrassment.

His face turned pale, sometimes blue, sometimes bloody.

Zhang Yifang's eyes were filled with anxiety and fear. Zhang Yifang's body was already stiff and he began to foam at the mouth.

"How could it be? What should we do?"

Everyone lost their attention, mainly because they didn't know what was going on.

"Go and find Uncle Zhang, you're almost done."

The Taoists rushed out of the Taoist temple in a swarm, shouting, "Uncle Master, Uncle Zhang, Senior Brother is almost finished, you're tragic."

"Senior Brother Zhang Zhenren is almost out of reach, come and help me."

Zhang Yifang, who was originally drowsy, almost vomited a mouthful of blood when he heard these junior brothers and sisters shouting and asking for help from these junior brothers and sisters: "You are destroying my reputation."

Why am I almost out of reach?

Isn’t this just a rumor? How can we, those who practice Taoism, get into evil?

With his eyes rolled, Zhang Yifang finally couldn't hold on and fell into a coma under the double blow.
Chapter completed!