When Mo Qiu pushed the door and entered the room, Jingli was lying on the wooden chair in the main room, dozing off tiredly, and was alarmed by the sound of the door opening, she raised her head and looked at him a little confused.

"Coming back?" Jingli rubbed her eyes and yawned as she lazily sank.

"Hmm." Mo Qiu pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Jingli. They both had questions to ask each other, so although Su Jingli was exhausted, she still waited for him to come back.

Monks in the foundation building period have very little sleep, and many times they can use cultivation instead of sleeping, and only when they are extremely tired, will they fall asleep. Jingli is also so tired because she consumes too much during the day, but she has a reason to hold on.

"How? Is there something wrong with that Song Xiao? Mo Qiu failed to prevent Song Xiao's death, but he insisted on disposing of Song Xiao's body himself. Li Er and the others repeatedly confirmed that Song Xiao was already dead and could not die again, and because Mo Qiu emphasized with a gloomy face that he needed a corpse to practice, they agreed to his request, after all, Mo Qiu also made a great effort to kill Song Xiao.

At that time, the four of them were in the formation, and the others didn't know whether they heard it or not, but Jingli really heard the sentence "stop", and she knew that Mo Qiu suddenly shouted this sentence, there must be a reason. Besides, he recited the mantra to people about the same time, how could it be that he used a corpse to practice, so it should be that he suddenly discovered something wrong with Song Xiao when he was dying.

Jingli was a little worried, what if Song Xiao had something left behind when he died.

Mo Qiu frowned and said, "You give me that storage bracelet." After Song Xiao's death, the storage bracelet that recognized the owner was revealed due to the loss of its owner. Naturally, it was pocketed by the net glass.

"Nope." That Song Xiao is extremely rich and has accumulated countless wealth, she finally got rich again, how could she hand it over casually, "Didn't you take those storage bags?" ”

In addition to the storage bracelet, Song Xiao also had several storage bags on his body, and when Mo Qiu took the body away, Jingli only had time to take away the most valuable one, and the storage bag was cheaper than Mo Qiu. Because Li Er and the others did not ask for "sharing the spoils", the two of them distributed it perfectly.

Mo Qiu threw the storage bags onto Jingli's body. Helplessly explained: "It's all for you." The storage bracelet is also given to you, and I just need to see if there is something in it. ”

After thinking about it, he added: "Anyway, it shouldn't be anything valuable." ”

After Jingli repeatedly confirmed and asked Mo Qiu for assurance, he threw the storage bracelet out.

Mo Qiu rummaged through the storage bracelets. A black box was removed. He stroked the broken seal on the box. The murderous aura flashed.

"What's wrong?" The murderous aura came and spread quickly, but it startled Jingli. She got up from her chair.

Mo Qiu threw the storage bracelet back to Jingli, held the black wooden box in his left hand, and took out a small piece of white soft cloth-like thing in his right hand, rubbing the pattern on it with his hand. The strange white cloth was thicker than the paper, and there were strange symbols drawn on it in blue-black ink, which seemed to be words but not words, and seemed to be paintings but not paintings.

"What did you draw?" Jingli pointed to the "white cloth" on Mo Qiu's right hand, a little curious, so soft, but very thick, it looked smooth but it didn't look like some kind of fabric, and I didn't know what it was.

Mo Qiu threw the "white cloth" to Jingli, and he looked at the seal on the wooden box intently, thoughtful.

"What the hell is this?" Jingli stroked the smooth surface, only to feel that the feel was very familiar, a little strange.

"The skin of Song Xiao's abdomen." Mo Qiu replied casually.

With a snap, the white skin was thrown on the table, and Jingli screamed in disgust: "You madman! ”

Jingli recited a trick and frantically scrubbed her hands with the help of water diversion. God, she was actually playing with a human skin just now.

"Everyone has been killed, so why be afraid of a skin." Mo Qiu was coldly sarcastic on the side, people are equivalent to what she killed with her own hands, and even the way of death was chosen by her.

"That's not scared, that's disgusting." Jingli made a disgusted expression at the white skin on the table, and then asked with a disgusted face: "Why are you peeling people's skins?" Do you really want to practice magic skills? ”

Mo Qiu was still stroking the seal talisman that was broken in two on the wooden box, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Su Jingli, have you ever heard of a lay disciple of Buddhism?" ”

"Lay disciples of Buddhism? What does that mean? Jingli shook her head innocently, but her heart jumped suddenly.

When she was in the prefecture-level realm, she had heard the title of a lay disciple of Buddhism. It's just that after entering the spiritual realm, I heard that the Buddhist precepts in the spiritual realm are extremely strict, and no one who cultivates Buddha is recognized except for the disciples of Mount Meru, so there is no so-called lay disciple. After careful consideration, she decided to pretend not to know. After all, since Mo Qiu asked like this, it must not be something that everyone knows.

"Hmm." Mo Qiu was silent again, and after a long time, he said, "It's normal not to know, and I only learned by accident that there was such a person in the world." ”

Jingli breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, fortunately she didn't make a wrong choice, she pretended to be curious and asked, "Could it be that this Song Xiao is a lay disciple of your Buddhism?" ”

"Of course not." Mo Qiu glared at Jingli, then sighed again and replied, "Maybe it's related." ”

"It is unclear when the integration of Buddhism took place, and why all the factions were integrated into Mount Meru. I once heard an elder in the sect mention that before the integration, there were many sects of Buddhism, and the precepts were different, and there were even lay disciples who did not need to be ordained and only had to obey some of the precepts. After the integration of the sects, the precepts were strict. The original lay disciples, those who are willing to shave, get started; Those who do not want to shave their ordination can no longer practice Buddhism exercises, and they cannot claim to be Buddhist disciples. ”

Jingli quietly moved her gaze, and complained silently in her heart, clearly that there was a person in front of her who did not abide by the precepts, and this person was still saying "strict precepts".

"However, no matter how strict the precept hall is, even after so many years, there are still people who have the reputation of my Buddhism. Two hundred years ago, there was a man who claimed to be a lay disciple of Buddhism preaching abroad, attracting countless followers and calling him the ...... of compassion."

Mo Qiu clearly remembered what Master said at that time, and even remembered the strange pictures on the scroll in Master's hand. Compassionate...... Is there any remnant of iniquity?

After Mo Qiu said these words, he stopped, he looked at Jingli blankly, remembering that it was the same day, and the master said a lot......

"If Mount Meru does not open its doors to accept disciples and preach for a day, there will be no shortage of people in the world who misinterpret the teachings of our Buddhism. Over the years, your Uncle Yuanmao has killed so many people, although most of them are damned people, but aren't there people who have been deceived and used? They don't know much about Buddhism, and perhaps they originally had a yearning for it, but unfortunately they embarked on the evil path. If people in the world do not have a proper way to understand Buddhism and become a disciple of Buddhism, it is natural that they will easily embark on the wrong path. They all thought that Buddhism lived in Mount Meru to retreat and practice, and they disdained to participate in secular entanglements, but who could know the helplessness. Mount Meru struggled to keep a promise, a promise that forced it to retreat from the world. ”

What kind of promise can make a sect keep it for 100,000 years......

Su Jingli, maybe, will this have something to do with you? (To be continued.) )