Zhang Mo and the smiling spirit Buddha were inseparable, and the victory was inseparable, only to see the giant trees in Xiliang Mountain collapse and the rocks broken. /pgt;

The battle lasted for half an hour, but in the end no one was able to take advantage. /pgt;

At this moment, I saw the smiling spirit Buddha panting and looking exhausted. /pgt;

Zhang Mo's situation is slightly better, but not much better. /pgt;

After a while, Zhang Mo calmed down and silently used the true yuan to resolve the fatigue of the body. /pgt;

After a slight pause, I heard Zhang Mo ask more interestedly: "Smiling Spirit Buddha, it turns out that you will also feel tired." ”/pgt;

"You're not talking nonsense, I'm not a robot, even if it's a robot, you have to recharge!" said the smiling spirit Buddha angrily. /pgt;

"Oh, then let's fight again!" Zhang Mo put on a posture, ready to strike again. /pgt;

"Still fighting?" the smiling spirit Buddha suddenly shouted. /pgt;

"What? You admit it?" Zhang Mo sneered. /pgt;

"You ......" The smiling spirit Buddha was speechless for a while, and he couldn't refute it. /pgt;

"Come on, if I don't beat you all over the ground to find your teeth, I won't give up!" Zhang Mo made a provocative gesture. /pgt;

"Neurotic, this seat won't accompany you crazy. The smiling spirit Buddha scolded, and his body drilled into the ground, and he disappeared directly. /pgt;

"Ran away?" Zhang Mo was stunned, and couldn't help but release the Yuan Shen, trying to find the smiling spirit Buddha. /pgt;

The Yuan Shen swept over Xiliang Mountain, except for the rocks, grass and trees, there was nothing else, and there was no trace of the smiling spirit Buddha at all. /pgt;

Actually, Zhang Mo had expected this a long time ago. /pgt;

Judging from the process of fighting, the Smiling Spirit Buddha definitely has a strength comparable to the Jindan Realm, and Zhang Mo's Yuan Shen is only in the late stage of foundation building, so it is almost impossible to find the Smiling Face Spirit Buddha with the Yuan Shen. /pgt;

"What now?" asked Liu Ruolan on the side.

"Let's get out of here. Zhang Mo said. /pgt;

"Just left?" Liu Ruolan was a little unwilling. /pgt;

"Otherwise, what should I do? Turn this Xiliang Mountain over?" Zhang Mo asked rhetorically. /pgt;

Liu Ruolan pouted angrily, and reluctantly followed Zhang Mo out of Xiliang Mountain. /pgt;

Out of the Xiliang Mountain boundary, I heard Zhang Mo ask, "Do you know Tantra?"

"Tantra?" Liu Ruolan paused and said hesitantly: "I have heard that there is a tantric master in Tibet who lived for two hundred years. ”/pgt;

"Oh?" Zhang Mo paused, and then asked, "Where is that tantric master?"

"I think I'm in Shingon-ji Temple, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Liu Ruolan replied. /pgt;

"What do you mean?" Zhang Mo asked puzzled. /pgt;

"It is rumored that the tantric master only sees people who are destined, and people who are not, even if they meet, they can't see each other. Liu Ruolan said. /pgt;

Hearing this, Zhang Mo paused, and then said: "Let's go over first, maybe we are destined to be people?"

Liu Ruolan was speechless for a while, and then asked incomprehensibly, "What are we looking for that tantric master?"

"Just now I made fun of the identity of the Face Spirit Buddha, he always mentioned the Tantric son, and he was interested in finding out something from the Master of the Tantra. Zhang Mo explained. /pgt;

Hearing this, Liu Ruolan suddenly realized, I see!/pgt;

This place is not far from the Tibetan Shingon Temple, and Zhang Mo has half an hour of kung fu to drive the sword. /pgt;

The Tibetan border is a plateau, with undulating terrain and high mountains everywhere. /pgt;

Moreover, this area is sparsely populated, and there are many areas that are directly uninhabited. /pgt;

At this moment, Zhang Mo stood on the flying sword, and saw a temple on that bald mountain from a distance. /pgt;

The temple is not big, only a few tiled houses, and there is no comparison with those prosperous temples in the Central Plains. /pgt;

Zhang Mo controlled the flying sword and slowly fell. /pgt;

In fact, Zhang Mo could directly fall into the temple. /pgt;

However, Zhang Mo didn't, it seemed too rude. /pgt;

When I fell in front of the temple, I saw that the door plaque hanging on the door had faded, and the three characters of Shingon Temple were not satisfied. /pgt;

The temple door is open, and you can see the Buddha statue sitting in the main hall at a glance, and in front of the main hall is a small courtyard, and there are trees growing in the courtyard, but it is bare, and it seems to have died. /pgt;

"Is there anyone?" Zhang Mo shouted twice at the temple. /pgt;

After waiting for a while, I saw a little monk in a novice suit running over, who looked like he was four or five years old, and asked with watery eyes, "Who are you looking for?"

"What a cute little monk. Liu Ruolan couldn't help but say. /pgt;

"Female donor, please respect yourself. The little monk said solemnly. /pgt;

Seeing this, Liu Ruolan couldn't help laughing. /pgt;

If Zhang Mo wasn't here, she couldn't wait to go up and tease this little monk. /pgt;

At this time, I heard Zhang Mo say: "Little master, we are looking for your host." ”/pgt;

"The abbot master has come down the mountain and hasn't come back for three years. The little monk said with his mouth shut. /pgt;

Hearing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but pause and asked, "Then who is in charge of your temple now?"

"My brother. The little monk said. /pgt;

"Then we'll look for your senior brother. Zhang Mo said. /pgt;

"What are you looking for him?" the little monk continued. /pgt;

"We ...... I want to donate some sesame oil money. Zhang Mo said. /pgt;

"Do you want to donate sesame oil money?" The little monk's eyes suddenly widened, and he confirmed again: "You really want to donate sesame oil money?"

"Well, by the way, I'll ask you a little bit more. Zhang Mo said. /pgt;

"Okay, I'm going to call Senior Brother. The little monk shouted happily and ran directly into the backyard. /pgt;

Because he was young, he even forgot to ask Zhang Mo and them to come in first. /pgt;

Zhang Mo did not wait in front of the temple gate, but entered the courtyard by himself. /pgt;

After entering the yard, Zhang Mo found that tender saplings had grown next to the dead tree, which should be the continuation of the life of the dead tree. /pgt;

Zhang Mo looked at the dead tree and the young seedlings, and had an indescribable wonderful feeling, as if the tree was alive. /pgt;

"Donor, my senior brother is here. ”/pgt;

At this time, the voice of the little monk came from the door of the backyard. /pgt;

Zhang Mo turned around and saw an old monk in his sixties and seventies walking out of the backyard. /pgt;

Seeing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but pause, and asked strangely: "Is this your senior brother?"

"Hmm. The little monk nodded in response. /pgt;

No matter how you look at it, this old monk is more like the master of the little monk. /pgt;

However, since the little monk called him senior brother, it must be senior brother. /pgt;

The old monk who came over saluted Zhang Mo and Liu Ruolan slightly, and explained: "Benchen was brought back by the abbot master, and Benchen was still very young at that time, just half a year old. The master said that Benchen's wisdom root is better than ordinary people, so he will accept him as a closed disciple and train him as a future successor. ”/pgt;

Hearing this, Zhang Mo and Liu Ruolan suddenly realized that this was the case. /pgt;

After a slight pause, I heard the old monk reconfirm: "Two donors, I heard Benchen say that the two of you want to donate some sesame oil money." ”/pgt;

"Well, ten million. Zhang Mo said directly. /pgt;

"Ten million?" The old monk, the little monk, and Liu Ruolan couldn't help but exclaim, 10 million, not 10 million yuan!/pgt;

Stunned, the old monk came back to his senses first, and then said: "Donor, if you want to use 10 million to see our abbot, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." ”/pgt;

"No, I'll donate 10 million if I see it or not. Zhang Mogeng said straightly. /pgt;

"This ......," the old monk suddenly didn't know how to answer. /pgt; I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~