Dahan was shocked, and hurriedly threw out the big bell in the bag, which became bigger in the blink of an eye, and the big man hid behind the bronze bell, and the thunder touched the big bell and exploded suddenly, and the deafening echo made the big man dizzy behind the bell, and the echo penetrated the eardrum, and the blood immediately left along the ear.

When the two fought, the neglected monk wanted to slip away, but in a blink of an eye, there was still a hole card left in his hand to escape, so he sat outside the range of the two of them, meditated, took out a few pills from his chest, and immediately took them, meditated and pranayama, and was too lazy to look at the wonderful pictures of the two people.

It was said that the time was short, and after a quarter of an hour, the two stopped fighting.

"Donor, are you done?" the monk opened his eyes and looked at Dahan with a smile, and now Dahan was standing next to the monk and stretched out his left hand to look at the monk.

The monk didn't know why, Dahan stretched his left hand forward again, and the monk glanced at Dahan suspiciously, and Dahan pointed to his chest with his finger.

"Thank you to the donor for saving me, the little monk is grateful. The monk clasped his hands together and said a word to the great man, Amitabha, intending to flee from the land of right and wrong.

"Bald donkey, elixir. "Although Dahan's injury is not as serious as Qingyi, it also hurts the six internal organs, coupled with the depletion of spiritual power, the body is supported by perseverance, if the monk sneaks up at this time, it is possible to send him a hand, but Dahan did not show it.

However, Dahan guessed that the monk did not dare to act rashly, although he was seriously injured, and the net was broken, I was afraid that it would be very unfavorable, after all, Qingyi on the opposite side was eyeing him.

Sure enough, as he thought, the monk really wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, but he didn't intend to kill him.

"Donor, in order to save the little monk, he was so seriously injured, the little monk is very grateful, and my Buddha is merciful. At this time, the monk changed like a different person, and the expression of compassion for me was almost disgusting to the big man, he shook his shoulders, and continued to spread his left hand in front of the monk.

The monk wanted to fool the past, but he didn't expect this big man to be so persistent, so he took out a pill from his chest in pain, and hesitantly put it in the big man's hand.

Dahan immediately put the pill in his mouth, smiled gently at the monk, and closed his eyes to accumulate spiritual power.

The monk shook his head, and his sensible smile stimulated his nerves.

After a cup of tea, Dahan opened his eyes, but found that the monk was not beside him, touched the back of his head, looked at the open space opposite in confusion, and was even more surprised to find that Qingyi was not here, thinking that he was taking advantage of his healing efforts to escape.

And at this moment, the monk who escaped wandered near Chiyuan Village, the small mountain village at night was not affected by the fierce battle in the back mountain, and Xiao Hei of Wang's mother's house was very spiritual, and saw the living people screaming wildly, pulling the rope.

"Hey, this little black dog, who looks pretty sturdy, slaughtered stewed dog meat. The monk looked at Xiao Hei with squinting eyes, and his feet were also free, slowly approaching the courtyard gate of Aunt Wang.

I saw that the monk used his spiritual power to pry open the door bolt, gently pushed the courtyard door open, stretched his head into the gate, and saw that there was no sound in the house. Retracted his head, crept into the courtyard, and closed the courtyard door.

The monk is familiar with this move, and I am afraid that he often does this kind of thing of stealing chickens and touching dogs.

The "fairy grass" fluttered under the night sky, and the faint light attracted the monks who lived in the door.

"Yo, how can there be such a scarce dragon marrow spirit grass in this ordinary people's family in the cultivation realm. The monk muttered to himself.

Although the dragon marrow grass is relatively rare, it has no effect on the monks of the Xuanzhen period, so the monk took a few glances and then had the idea of Xiao Hei.

"Black dog, look at how strong you look, looking after the family in this farmer's yard, how wronged, it is better to enter your grandfather's belly, and the aura will be digested for you. The monk said to Xiao Hei with bad intentions.

Rubbing his hands, he sighed into his palms, and stretched out his claws secretly.

"Hey, bald donkey, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, why do you steal dogs, I still fall in love with my little black, and I plan to take it back to be my mother-in-law, but my Buddhist master is afraid that you will not be allowed to insult the holy way of Buddhism." At this time, a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old walked out of the house, and her silver eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and she instantly resumed her look at the joke, and looked at the monk with her eyes.

"Little donor, be cautious, you see how a serious monk can do such a thing, you can't say it without evidence, slander the poor monk. The monk was surprised when he saw the visitor, but he quickly returned to his previous sanctimonious appearance, a serious nonsense.

"Bald donkey, I have been watching you at the window door for a long time, and from the time your bright head came in, I can see what has happened so clearly. Luo Yao was even more curious about the current weird monk, he had never seen such a thick skin, let alone a monk. In her impression, the monk should be a master of the world, and his appearance of compassion is far from the scoundrel in front of him.

"Little girl, things are not what you see, the poor monk is just passing by here, I wanted to come here to make a fate, but your little black is full of spirituality, the little monk is curious for a while, so he wants to enter the door to take a look, but the door is not closed, the little monk has to sneak into the door, want to follow the little black to enhance the relationship. The monk was serious nonsense, and Luo Yao almost believed in his evil.

The monk continued to say with a handful of snot and tears, as if he was really here to make a fortune, and the lonely monk was attracted by Xiao Hei's voice, and wanted to spy on Xiao Hei's true face for a while.

"Bald donkey, you are very good at talking, do you think this girl will believe it? At night, the night is dark and the wind is high, a monk wanders around the village without saying anything, and sneaks into the courtyard of other people's houses, what is the matter?" Luo Yao's sharp eyes poked at the monk and asked fiercely.

"Don't blame, don't blame, the little monk really came here to turn his fate, but he watched the night sky at night, and found that your family will have a catastrophe, my Buddha is merciful, and it is the poor monk who should do his job to eliminate disasters for the people. The monk immediately raised his spirits, no longer pretending, making up nonsense in a serious way, and deceiving the little girl in front of him.

"Is that really the case?" Luo Yao still didn't believe the monk's words, and always felt that something was wrong, but looking at the monk's serious appearance, it coincided with the image of the monk in his imagination, and he didn't want to hold him.

"Donor, what the poor monk said is true, if you don't believe it, follow the poor monk, you know that disaster will come. The monk sighed, and after a sigh, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, towards the outside of the village.

Luo Yao followed in disbelief, looking at the monk along the way, dressed in a clean robe, barefoot, bright head, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and a jet-black bowl in the other hand, walking steadily step by step in front of him, with a few traces of fairy wind bones.

"Monk, don't you rest at night? Luo Yao was a little bored, the dark night sky did not have any stars twinkling, it seemed even colder, the black mountain road was really not easy to walk, Luo Yao could only follow the monk's footprints.

"Donor, it is true that people in the world work during the day and sleep at night, but poor monks are different from the world. The monk seemed to notice that the person behind him could not keep up with his pace, so he slowed down and waited for the person behind him to continue to follow.

"Monk, I know, are you the immortal that my uncle often talks about? Luo Yao suddenly shouted happily, and the sharp voice echoed under the quiet night sky, startling the small fish in the pond and almost jumping out of the water.

The monk smiled and said: "Donor, the poor monk is not an immortal, but a cultivator, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, breaking through himself, achieving the Great Dao, and gaining immortality." ”

After Luo Yao listened, he was silent for a long time, and the monk never heard a voice again, thinking that what he said scared this ordinary child.

"Monk, what is the Tao?" Luo Yao pondered the monk's remarks just now, and suddenly asked.