On the fourth day of junior high school, Ma Xiaoyang didn't go out all day, meditating carefully, exercising exercises, familiarizing himself with the exercises and the three artifacts in his hands, and making complete preparations for the future.

This can't be blamed on Ma Xiaoyang for being too timid, it's entirely because this is the first time Ma Xiaoyang has met him, and it's really big.

The previous self, ignorant, ignorant and fearless, dared to track down Cheng Zijin for the first time when he didn't understand anything, whether it was the Tao Yao Yao who passed on the Fa, whether it was a catastrophe, or whether he went up the mountain to steal oil lamps, he was actually in contact with a little bit of this Xiuzhen world, and then he thought he was very good.

As a result, every time it was lucky, so much so that he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick to kill Xu Huang alone, if it weren't for the protagonist's aura flashing all the time, he would have died I don't know how many times.

Before doing anything, there is no plan, layout, with the temperament, it is good to say that it is good, it is not good, it is not good, but you can't recognize the mistake just by saying it.

What Cheng Zijin said before, for Ma Xiaoyang, is like a walking human-shaped chicken soup, what a lion and a rabbit, what a thick accumulation, this kind of tone is really too much, until you meet, experience, think about it, and be afraid, you will pay attention to it.

After experiencing the things of Xu Huang and Bi Xiao, Ma Xiaoyang finally woke up, at least sober, so for anything that happened to him, the first thing to think about was how to protect himself and make complete preparations, which is growth.

On the fifth day of the lunar month, it is not a festival, there is no special attention, in the morning, Ma Xiaoyang stood next to the window of the hotel, looking at the White Horse Temple not far downstairs, people are the same, nothing special.

The weather is nice today, sunny and cloudless.

The red walls and yellow tiles of the White Horse Temple and the ancient trees in the courtyard reflect each other, and it is very pleasing to the eye.

Ma Xiaoyang adjusted his state again in the hotel, facing the morning sun at nine o'clock in the morning, and strode towards the White Horse Temple.

Why is it nine o'clock, because the old man only told Ma Xiaoyang to come to listen to the scriptures today, did not say the time, did not say how to contact, and the opening time of the White Horse Temple is nine o'clock in the morning, so Ma Xiaoyang bought tickets in an orderly manner and stepped into this thousand-year-old temple again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the White Horse Temple had just opened, and there were no guests in the whole temple, except for a few little monks who were sweeping the floor, basically no one could be seen, Ma Xiaoyang really didn't know what to do, so he casually found a little monk who swept the floor and greeted him.

"Little master, good morning!" Ma Xiaoyang saw a little monk sweeping the floor, one by one, very seriously sweeping the fallen leaves and dust, this little monk looked well-behaved and lovely, and looked like.

"Amitabha, the donor is polite. The little monk took the broom, folded his hands, and saluted.

"Amitabha. Ma Xiaoyang also hurriedly folded his hands and saluted.

"Is there anything wrong with the donor?" the little monk asked with his big watery eyes.

"Well, there is an old man who asked me to come to listen to the scriptures on the fifth day of junior high school, I don't know where it is?" Ma Xiaoyang asked.

"Listen to the scriptures?" After listening to Ma Xiaoyang's words, the little monk looked carefully. "It turned out to be the donor, you are in the temple to listen to the scriptures, I will take you there, but I have to clean this courtyard first, I don't know if the donor can wait for me. ”

"Yes, little master, please do it. Ma Xiaoyang heard that the little monk knew about listening to the scriptures, and immediately promised to wait for a while.

The little monk smiled, gave a salute, then picked up the broom again and began to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground.

As soon as the little monk's broom landed, and with the first stroke of the stroke, Ma Xiaoyang suddenly noticed a change in the aura around him, and a mysterious breath spread out to the surroundings from the place where the little monk's broom was connected to the ground.

This small round in front of me is a vacant lot in front of the main hall before entering the White Horse Temple, the left and right are towering trees, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the ground is paved with a piece of bluestone slabs, very hard and flat, now in winter, although the leaves on the tree should fall almost, but, there are always one or two trees, the leaves fall late, so down at night, there will still be leaves on the ground.

At this time, in this courtyard, the little monk who was about fourteen or fifteen years old was holding a large bamboo broom more than one person long, sweeping the floor one by one, sweeping very seriously, without raising his head.

The little monk swept the floor, and when Ma Xiaoyang realized that something was wrong, he immediately raised his legs and walked towards the main hall. As soon as I walked up to him, I felt the ground squirming under my feet, and a force came from the soles of my shoes. almost pushed Ma Xiaoyang to the ground.

Ma Xiaoyang hurriedly performed the magic technique, and his true qi was full of luck, and he turned sideways for the first time and stood firm. The little monk didn't speak, and then changed his left and right hands, and swept a broom towards Ma Xiaoyang's feet.

At this time, Ma Xiaoyang felt like walking on an invisible wave, front and back, left and right, a force, the wave seemed to surge, up and down, wave after wave, in order to avoid the wave after wave of power from the ground to overturn himself to the ground. Ma Xiaoyang's magic technique has been used to the extreme, knowing that there is a little energy fluctuation coming, he will inevitably react as soon as possible, this is like the kind of trampoline he played when he was a child, the bed surface is soft, and he can't use force when he walks on it, but in all directions, there is elastic force to throw people high.

The little monk didn't raise his head, and there was no expression on his face, he was still sweeping the floor with a broom after broom, and his movements were unhurried. He didn't have a magic weapon in his hand, only a big broom, but he didn't know what magic he could do.

I don't know if it's a Buddhist magic, cultivation is different from Taoism, Ma Xiaoyang didn't feel any true qi mana from a young monk, and this little monk is too young, even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, how far can he go now.

So at the beginning, Ma Xiaoyang didn't guard against this little monk, but as a result, he was still tricked, if he had known that this was the case, he wouldn't have stepped forward so casually to ask for directions.

In the current situation, if there are outsiders passing by, from the side, Ma Xiaoyang and the little monk do not have any abnormalities.

A little monk was sweeping the garbage in the open space, a young man was hanging out next to him, strolling around to the gate of the White Horse Temple, and the little monk also swept most of the land. When he saw it, he was going to sweep it out of the gate.

The little monk's mana was used very skillfully, and when the broom swept to the ground, there was a wave coming, and the angle of this wave was tricky, and Ma Xiaoyang had to guard against it, but he had to guard against it. He will be led to walk in his footsteps and follow his direction.

Involuntarily, he has walked through most of the yard, but angrily, Ma Xiaoyang doesn't know how to resist!

At this point, although there are few people, but in twos and threes, there are still people coming in, and there are also some temple managers next to them, walking in uniforms, Ma Xiaoyang can't cast any powerful spells in front of these ordinary people, so he can only deal with him quietly.

If Ma Xiaoyang used apricot blossoms and fireworks to cover the two of them, and then broke the force with his strength, he could also solve this dilemma, but this little monk, he cast spells to repair him in front of everyone, but he didn't let ordinary people see any flaws. More than ten minutes have passed, the little monk's face has not changed, and Ma Xiaoyang has begun to look a little heavy.

This little monk treated people politely at first, but as soon as he knew that he was here to listen to the scriptures, he immediately changed his face, and he didn't say anything superfluous, looking at the posture, it seemed that he was going to sweep himself out of the house, which was okay. Don't say that you don't listen to the scriptures, just be swept out, then Ma Xiaoyang won't show up in the cultivation realm, and this face will be thrown into Luoshui.

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoyang decided that no matter what, he had to fight back, and he could no longer passively follow his plan.