The gentle sound of wooden fish tapping echoes in the room, one by one, with a different kind of rhyme, which does not make people feel annoying, but also makes the listener have a sense of tranquility.

But I saw a fresh breeze blowing into the house through the window, and the curtain of light green tulle was rolled up, and it danced with the wind.

A handsome young monk in a green robe sat on a futon, his eyes closed, his left hand holding a salute, and his right hand striking Mu Yu, his mouth was almost inaudible muttering.

Look at it again, it is a table case, at a glance, you will know that it is made of a hundred years old wood, the color is mellow, although there is no superfluous decoration, but the whole workmanship is also quite fine, so that people can know at a glance that it is definitely from the hands of famous artists.

On the table, an incense burner, a stick of incense, and a wisp of green smoke swirled in between.

On the wall above the table, there is a painting hanging on it, and the painting on it seems to be a Buddha.

However, this Buddha's face, not the appearance of compassion, not the appearance of subduing demons, but the smile is very cold, and even a little cruel.

Moreover, the Buddha sat not on the Buddhist golden lotus, but on a black lotus, and the sitting posture was not upright, but in a strange posture.

The whole painting seems quite evil, and there is a faint kind of smart rhyme flowing on it, which makes people unconsciously believe in him and worship him, making people accidentally fall into it and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

"Amitabha." The monk whispered the Buddha horn, put down the wooden coffin, got up and turned, walked through the curtain of the door, and walked towards the backyard.

Along the way, although the monk's eyes were closed, every step was just right, and he did not touch anything in the house.

With a squeak, the monk gently opened the small door leading to the backyard, and walked lightly into the backyard, the friction of the monk's shoes against the earth, without making even a trace of sound.

In the courtyard, a large vat was filled with jet-black medicinal liquid, I don't know which medicine was used to prepare it, it was extremely viscous, and at the same time it exuded a pungent bitter atmosphere.

In the vat, Mu Yu lowered his head, naked all over, sitting inside, as if sensing the arrival of the monk, raised his head and opened his eyes.

"How is Lord Mu Shi feeling?" The monk was the first to ask.

"I feel much better, this time there is Master Lao Zongyuan running for me, otherwise my little life is ......" Mu Yu said, and pulled a wry smile, but in an instant, it turned into a painful frown.

Zongwang ...... That's right, it's the vow, the vow of "Tsing Yi Buddha robe, unparalleled dialectic", the vow of the auxiliary seat of the Debate Machine Hall of Rushui Temple, and the vow of breaking the shackles of self and singing away after arguing with Mandal.

In the past, the lock was unlocked, and the figure of singing away with his hands was so happy and free, and now goodbye, those smart eyes have been closed forever, and they are still wearing the Tsing Yi Buddha robe, but it is a little more precipitation and a little less free.

On the day Mu Yu was brought into the Earth Remnant Valley, the hazy figure he saw in his last sight was Zong Yuan.

"Zong Yuan Lao Bald, you and I don't interfere with the river water, what is the reason for blocking the road?"

"Amitabha, Lord Riego, the person in your hands is destined for me."

"Hehe......"

Li Ge sneered a few times, but found that Zong Yuan's eyes were staring at the person in his hand very seriously.

"Don't you mean to say that I'm also destined for you, old bald?"

"Amitabha, now the person who has a fate with me for the time being is only the person in the hands of the donor, but if the donor really thinks that you are destined for me, then it is fate, why not take refuge in my Buddha?"

"Huh...... Convert? Convert? Convert you! I saw that Rigo's eyes were red, and the bone gun was in his hand, ready to go.

"Those who fight privately in the valley of the remnants of the earth, abolish cultivation, destroy the mind, expel them from the valley, and never enter again!" Just as the two were tense, a one-eyed strong man inserted into it and shouted loudly.

"Battle twenty-three?!" Li Ge snorted coldly, "Old bald, thank your Buddha for blessing." As he spoke, he didn't look at the two of them, and dragged Mu Yu to leave.

However, the figure in the green robe still stood firmly in the middle of the road, "Amitabha, Lord Li Ge, this person is really destined for me." ”

"Bald donkey! Are you really going against me?! ”

Rigo was furious.

"Amitabha." And a Buddha horn is a clear expression of the attitude of the sect's wishes.

"Hehe, that's good." As if he was angry and laughed, Li Ge threw Mu Yu in front of Zong Yuan, and Zong Yuan hurriedly reached out to catch it, "Bald donkey, you want someone, you can, but!" Seven days later, will you dare to compete with me? Dead or alive! ”

"......" Zong Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "What about after half a month?" ”

"Good! That's half a moon! Rigo nodded, turned around, and his big red robe danced in the wind, disappearing at the end of the road.

"So, you said yes?" Mu Yu asked.

"Hmm." Zong Yuan nodded and chuckled disapprovingly.

"Dare to ask the master how the martial arts cultivation is?"

"It's like normal." Zong Yuan is still the kind of smile that is light and breezy.

"Then you dare to bet?" Mu Yu was a little speechless.

"Master Mu, the poor monk gambled with Lord Li Ge to save you." Zong Yuan still smiled.

"Uh......" Mu Yu thought for a while, "That's right, if I am brought back by that dead lady, maybe my little life will not be guaranteed, but ......"

Mu Yu looked up at Zong Yuan and said, "The medicine master and Zhu Zhen have joined forces, the disguise technique should be unparalleled in the world, how can the master find out my true identity?" ”

"Pharmacist? Vermilion? Zong Yuan repeated these two names, silently remembering in his heart, "The donor's means of disguise are indeed the pinnacle of the world, but everyone's breath is different, martial arts cultivation is profound, and although the poor monk is sparse in martial arts, but now his eyes are blind, and the way of perception is to go further, otherwise how to live." ”

"Speaking of blindness,...... Mu Yu looked at Zong Yuan and said, "Master, you ......"

"Why are you blind?" Zong Yuan interrupted and followed Mu Yu's words.

"That's right!"

"I really want to know?"

"Uh-huh." Mu Yu nodded.

"Want to know?"

"Uh-huh!" Mu Yu's nods became more frequent.

"I really want to know?"

"Hey, hey, that's enough!"

Mu Yu rolled his eyes and said.

"Hmm." Zongyuan folded his hands, solemn and solemn, and there was a flash of Buddha light on his body, "Buddha said ......"

Then, he froze there, not moving, and no matter how Mu Yu shouted, there was no response.

"Can't be said?!"

Mu Yu thought for a while, and blurted out three words, and Zongyuan moved again, with a look of relief, "Amitabha, born with a wise root, the donor is really related to my Buddha." ”

I have an MMP that I must say! Mu Yu complained secretly in his heart.

Of course, of course, I didn't know about this classic national scolding from another world, but I saw the monk's robe fluttering lightly, and a stone fell into the vat, and soon, Mu Yu felt an inexplicable heat energy emitting out, not only the liquid gradually boiled, but also Mu Yu himself felt the pain of burning skin.

Listening to Mu Yu's wail, Zong Yuan chanted Amitabha, and then the chanting sounded, turning into Sanskrit sound lingering in the vat.

Just when Mu Yu was being treated by Zongyuan in an alternative way, the three figures were already looking for contact and came to the outside of the evil rain......