After saying this, the suspicious figure slowly disappeared, Mo Wen was stunned for a while, and woke up Chu Xuanyi with his backhand: "Old Chu!"

Chu Xuanyi hurriedly turned over and got up: "Childe, the old man is guilty, and he actually fell asleep." ”

Mo Wen shook his head: "Old Chu, don't be so polite, in the past few days, Old Chu and Mr. Bo Yi have worked extremely hard, let's go, let's go meet the last monk!"

"The last one, the four precept monks of the Buddha Sect are four people, I saw two of them before, and I should ......"

Mo Wen said, "Just now, the Master of Suspicion has already come. ”

Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Childe said he just ......"

Mo Wen nodded lightly, Chu Xuan's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, if he had just been shot, wouldn't he be ......

"This Buddhist monk of the four precepts is really worthy of his name, not only the peak of martial arts, but also the cultivation of his state of mind is even more admirable. Mo Wen sighed.

"Childe, Buddhism has stood for hundreds of thousands of years, and its status is irreplaceable in the rivers and lakes, so it will naturally not be too simple. ”

As he was talking, the little monk who had led him and others into the Buddhist sect came over: "Two donors, but let the little monk find it." ”

Mo Wen smiled slightly: "Little master, I don't know what is looking for the two of us? Could it be that the Juexin Sect Master is back?"

"The sect master has not returned, but the three donors came to the Buddha Sect, and for some reason they alarmed the ancestors, and the little monk came to inform the two donors. The little monk was a little worried on his face, after all, he was the one who brought the three of them into the Buddha Sect.

Mo asked, Master, isn't Mo the one left......

"Please, little master, lead the way, we just want to visit the Buddhist monks!"

The little monk took Mo Wen and Chu Xuanyi and walked outside Tallinn, Mo Wen sighed slightly in his heart, it seems that it is not the one, maybe it is other monks of the Buddhist Sect, thinking of this, he can't help but look back at Tallinn and take a look.

It didn't take long for the little monk to take the two to a monk's room, and Liu Ruyan was already outside the monk's room: "Don't ask, ...... you" Just about to speak, the door of the monk's room was opened.

An old monk, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is wearing a shabby robe, which seems to have been passed down for many years: "Hehe, the old monk has been waiting for a few donors for a long time, please!"

Mo Wen opened his mouth, originally wanted to ask the old monk's number, but he thought that the old monk had already turned around and entered the room, but Mo Wen had no choice but to follow in.

"Three donors, please take a seat!"

The old monk pointed to the futon on the ground, Mo Wen arched his hand and sat down directly, Chu Xuanyi and Liu Ruyan did not sit, but stood behind Mo Wen, the light in the monk's room was dim, even if it was very close, Mo Wen could not see the old monk's expression clearly.

"Born without any dust, why should you attach fame and fortune to death, the donor is really in a good state of mind. The old monk smiled.

Mo Wen rolled his eyes: "The master is ......"

"The old monk is disgusted!"

Mo Wen suddenly stood up from the futon: "You are ......"

"Blood Bodhi is the treasure of my Buddhism, for hundreds of years, countless people have come to steal it, and the four old monks and brothers have guarded this blood Bodhi for nearly a hundred years, and today it may change hands. When he spoke, his tone was extremely relaxed, and he was not disgusted at all because Mo Wen and the others were mentioning the Buddha Sect for the Blood Bodhisattva.

"Master of hate, since the master has made it clear, the younger generation will not go around in circles, the mother has a strange poison in her body, and she must have blood Bodhi and a thousand-year-old snow lotus to be cured, and the younger generation has already obtained the snow lotus ...... a few days ago."

He said angrily: "Amitabha, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the donor is here to save people, and this blood Bodhi old monk is willing to give it away!"

Mo Wen was overjoyed: "Is this true?"

"Proficient in Buddhism, no fame and fortune, look down on the victory and defeat, what is even more rare is that the donor is benevolent and unwilling to hurt the lives of others, the blood Bodhi is the essence of the Buddhist monks, in addition to the donor, don't say that I am a Buddha, I am afraid that no one in the world is qualified to obtain this blood Bodhi!"

Mo Wen smiled bitterly: "The master has praised it falsely, if it weren't for the mother's life, the younger generation would never come here to disturb the four masters' Qing Xiu." ”

"Hehe, the old monk knows, but even if the donor takes the blood Bodhi, this snow lotus is afraid that he will have to waste some thoughts. ”

"Why did the master say this?" Mo Wen's heart trembled, what happened to Mo Fei Boyi's side?

Disgusted, he said: "Although the old monk has been in the Buddha Sect for a long time and does not ask about the world, but some of the things in the world can be passed on to the ears, and the snow lotus of the donor is obtained from the hands of the Ghost King Palace?"

"Exactly!" Mo Wen didn't intend to hide it.

"Amitabha, the old monk heard that a few days ago, the master of the Northern Frontier Snow Gate had arrived in the Central Plains, in order to find this thousand-year-old snow lotus. ”

"Snow Domain Gate?" Mo Wen was a little surprised, he naturally knew that this Snow Lotus was the treasure of the Snow Domain Gate, could it be that they already knew that Snow Lotus was in their hands?

Disgusted nodded: "There are already rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Ghost King Palace's snatching of the thousand-year-old snow lotus was instructed by the owner of the Zhengxin Mountain Villa, and at this moment, this snow lotus has reached the hands of the main owner." ”

"What!!" Mo Wen was shocked, at this moment he finally remembered why it was so easy to obtain the Snow Lotus, and he was still grateful to Gu Feng in his heart, at this moment it seemed that they had long wanted to trap Mo Wen in injustice, deliberately spreading the news, so that the Snow Gate would point the finger at him, and let himself fight with the Snow Gate, if the Snow Lotus could not be returned, he would have become a way with the Ghost King Palace, and if he returned Mrs. Qin's poison, it would be ...... This ancient style is so ruthless!

He stood up at this time, took a small box from behind him, blew it gently, and immediately the dust flew, and it seemed that no one had touched it for a long time: "This blood Bodhi, the donor can take it away!"

Mo Wen was stunned for a long time, solemnly bowed to the old monk, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, master!"

Stretched out his hand to take the box, but his hand just touched the box, but suddenly disappeared, Mo asked a stunned: "Master......"

"Amitabha, donor, please!" As soon as the words were spoken, the box was still quietly waiting in the hands of the resentful and unquit.

Mo Wen understood at this time, and said that how could this anger not quit so easily give away the blood Bodhi, in the end, it was inevitable that there would be a competition, the previous competition, Mo Wen was a coincidence, the first two were just a gamble, and the third illusion Mo Wen was indeed firm-minded, but this last one, I am afraid that it will really be done.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen took a deep breath, he wanted to snatch the blood Bodhi, it was completely a fool's dream, but now he didn't want to go all out, Mo Wen's heart relaxed slightly, but he still didn't dare to be careless, this first blow will be used with all his strength, and he will win with one blow!

The true qi of the whole body began to gather frantically, gathered in the palm, and looked at it with a smile and a groan, and Mo Wen said violently: "Star picker!"

As soon as he struck out, the true qi immediately burst out between his fingers, and the strong wind in the monk's room surged, seeing that the true qi was about to tear everything in the room apart, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and Mo Wen only felt that his true qi dissipated without a trace in an instant, as if he had never made a move at all!

(End of chapter)