The small tower that was put away was no longer as bright as before, and it seemed to be a divine artifact that was obscure and unremarkable.

"Master, what are you doing, this thing is related to Buddhism, shouldn't it be handed over to the senior brother for safekeeping?"

Fahai subconsciously took over the Linglong Pagoda that flew in, and was very puzzled.

He still knows how many catties and taels he has, and when it comes to the major matter of luck, it's not that he is arrogant, even if the monks who have passed through the doom period are in it, they can barely keep a glimmer of life.

But now Lingyu Zen Master actually pressed the treasure on him, which is really a bit puzzling.

"Don't worry too much, when this thing became an embryo, I had a hexagram with your masters, and in the hexagram, it should have a catastrophe on you, and go with peace of mind. ”

Seeing Fahai's doubts, Zen Master Lingyou stroked his white beard, but he didn't say anything more.

"Master, you are always like this, can't you make your words clear?"

Scratching his head, the little monk was a little helpless.

"As long as you talk a lot, let you take it, and you have your own sense of proportion for the teacher. ”

Angrily snapped his fingers and knocked on Fahai's smooth head, and the old Zen master's appearance of a high-ranking monk broke in a second.

"Alright, it's not too early, so you can get down the mountain quickly. ”

Seeing what the little monk was going to say, Lingyu Zen Master frowned.

The big sleeves brushed over, and before Fahai could say anything, the world was spinning again.

When he came to his senses again, Fahai found himself at the foot of the mountain.

"I'll wipe it, old man, are you so ruthless, you even used everything in your sleeves in order to drive the master away?"

Caught off guard, he was thrown and squatted, and when he reacted, he looked at the big array of the mountain gate that was slowly closing, and the little monk was full of black lines in his head.

This is too true, right, if you don't keep two sentences, you can use your magical powers to throw yourself down the mountain, can you still be filial to your father (brother)?

"Since you did the first year of junior high school, old man, don't blame me for doing fifteen!"

After verbally threatening a word, and looking around to see that there was no one, Fahai casually took a branch from the willow tree on the side of the road, and squatted in front of the temple gate to drum up.

Without half a pillar of incense, someone patted his ass and stood up, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction for a while, Shi Shiran walked towards the distance.

Above the mountain gate, Zen Master Lingyu, who was staring at the scene at the foot of the mountain with the eyes of heaven, almost didn't catch his breath.

A lively old donkey neighed, and when it was over, he was afraid that he would not be able to see it clearly, and the word "Lingyou" was marked on it.

Pointing at the monk's face and scolding the bald donkey, is there anything else you can't do as a rebel?

Waving his sleeves and puffing up the breeze to erase the traces on the ground, seeing the painting disappear, the old Zen master finally calmed down.

But soon, this peaceful state of mind was broken again, and I saw that the ground that had been leveled by the floating dust was restored, and golden light rose one after another, revealing its original appearance again.

This evil obstacle painting a donkey actually uses supernatural powers?!

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On the other side, walk on a country road that twists and turns.

Thinking that the old monk might be glaring at the big beard on the ground at this time, he felt a bad breath, and the little monk was really happy.

Thinking of the 1,000 points in his heart, Fahai's mana rose under his feet.

Obviously, it seemed that he had just taken a step as usual, but in the blink of an eye, the person had already appeared a hundred meters away.

Feng Xu's wind, the end of the world is close at hand, this is the magic power of Buddhism to shrink into inches!

Cultivate to the fullest, the boundary between the virtual and the real between the square inch, although the ten thousand laws must not touch the slightest.

Of course, a certain monk who was used to rush would never admit that his original intention of learning this supernatural power back then was entirely to avoid the beating of his master.

Taking advantage of the hurried journey, Fahai finally had the opportunity to appreciate the customs of this world.

It's funny to say, even though it's been 20 years since the time travel, it's the first time I've been alone outside like this.

Before he was three years old, he was still called Pei Wende, as the youngest son of Pei Xiu, the prime minister of the dynasty, he lived a life of fine clothes and food.

At home, his parents are pitiful, his brothers and sisters are spoiled, and there are maids and maids to share his worries for him, and the only time he goes out is to go to the Lantern Festival with his family.

I have seen the prosperity and magnificence of the night scene of the capital city of Chang'an, and the gold fans of the dignitaries and nobles are drunk, but I don't have much impression of the lives of ordinary people.

Later, the prince got a strange disease, because he was born with a Buddha heart, Pei Wende was sent to the temple by Lingyou Zen Master Xiangzhong to pray for the prince on behalf of the prince.

Everyone knows what happened after that, knowing that their law name is actually Fahai, and there are powerful people such as Li Shan's mother in this world.

I don't understand that I am traveling through the world of White Snake, but I have read so many novels in my previous life.

In order to get rid of his future fate, he put almost all his thoughts on cultivation, and it was not until he succeeded in the exercises that he finally agreed to his master's request to go down the mountain and enter the world.

There is no time in the mountains, and when the cultivation is successful, there is no young man again.

Therefore, along the way, the traffic of Xian Mo and the smell of chickens and dogs are the ordinary scenery of the countryside, which is also novel to Fahai.

Occasionally, because of the exhaustion of mana, I look for a place to beg for a bowl of water to drink, and take a break.

Probably because the nearby has not yet left the radiation range of the power of Weishan Temple, there are often monks who go back and forth to the village to exorcise demons and diagnose diseases, and the villagers here are very hospitable and warm to the monks who travel together.

Finally got rid of the farmer's invitation to stay overnight, and waited until dusk, the smoke curled, and the outline of a small village gradually appeared at the junction of heaven and earth.

This is the destination of Fahai's trip, the village where the fish demon is haunting.

After sensing the remaining thirty percent of the mana in his body, he estimated that there would probably be no problem in cleaning up a carp essence in the realm of the Demon Pill.

Fahai dressed up, re-asserted as a monk, and walked slowly towards the door of the village.

Passing by the entrance of the village, he was thinking about how to find someone to talk to and ask about the carp essence, when suddenly Fahai saw a farmer with a hoe on the road not far away, and suddenly had a thought.

took the initiative to greet the other party, and when he was three feet in front of him, Fahai suddenly folded his hands and said:

"This benefactor, the little monk Fahai, came from Weishan Temple in Ningxiang, traveled all the way through the treasure land, hungry in the belly, I don't know if the donor can pity the little monk, give a bowl of fasting to eat. ”

The person who came was about forty or fifty years old, with dark skin, thick joints on his hands, and calluses between his fingers.

It seemed that he didn't expect an extra figure to appear in front of him, so he was startled, and subconsciously raised the hoe in his hand as a precaution.

When he saw that the person who spoke turned out to be a young monk with clear eyebrows, he let go of his vigilance.

Reluctantly pulling a smile, the old man folded his hands and saluted in return, but he did not refuse.

"Although the family is not rich, but there is no shortage of food and clothing, if the master is not too coarse tea and light rice, go back with the old man. ”

"Amitabha, then there will be a lot of trouble, the donor is kind-hearted, and there will be good retribution in the future. Fahai recited the Buddha's name, and his face was happy.

It's done!

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