Early the next morning.

The weather is clear and the wind is smooth.

In the elegant garden of Liu's Mansion, the fair girl pushed the boy in a wheelchair and walked slowly along the path.

"Xiao Yu'er, you don't need to push it. Ye Changsheng smiled bitterly.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

At Liu Lao's birthday banquet yesterday, Changsheng had enough of the limelight, and he got what he should take, and the most important thing at this time was to be low-key and clumsy.

The eldest lady of the county guard personally pushed his wheelchair for him, how could he keep a low profile?

"Brother Changsheng, are you suffering from kidney deficiency?" Wu Yu'er asked coldly.

Ye Changsheng's expression was strange: "Uh, why do you say that?"

Wu Yu'er looked serious: "Listen to what the old man said, your hair will only turn gray when you lose your kidneys, and your hair will be all white, but you have to make up for it!"

Ye Changsheng was embarrassed and speechless, so he had to hum vaguely.

The two maidservants leading the way in front of them lowered their heads to hide their faces, and their shoulders twitched when they walked, needless to say, they laughed.

Sure enough, when they entered an annex in the back garden, everyone saw that the person pushing the wheelchair was actually the daughter of the county guard's mansion, and they immediately showed surprise.

Many powerful people muttered in their hearts, the belly-bellied county guard really lived up to his reputation, and in order to get close to Liu Lao, he even gave up his daughter.

Liu Lao didn't feel anything, and after Changsheng and Wu Yu'er saluted, he said with a smile: "Xiao Yu'er, I heard that your sword and the old man's Mo Chou are in the same furnace, can you let grandpa see it?"

"Okay!" Wu Yu'er nodded, happily untied the Ice Lotus Sword, and handed it over with both hands.

Liu Lao took the long sword, and he was not in a hurry to taste it, but said to Ye Changsheng: "Changsheng, Master Longhai has something to find you, go and come back quickly." ”

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned, and nodded hurriedly, but he was beating a drum in his heart.

What can Master Longhai do to find me, is it because of the witch and the magic sword?

He knew it so quickly?

A warrior from the Liu Mansion pushed Ye Changsheng into a room, and immediately retreated, closing the door.

Ye Changsheng looked at Master Longhai in front of him, as well as the short-haired young man standing aside, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

The boy is eighteen or nineteen years old, with inch hair, a fair face, and angular facial features, but no expression, like a piece of cold and hard white marble.

He stood as tall as a javelin, his white coat patched, but plain, without a single ornament on his body.

Barefoot, with a stick, like a stone sculpture.

Ye Changsheng's gaze was withdrawn from the Qi Mei stick, and he bowed his head and saluted: "Junior Changsheng, I have seen the master." ”

Master Long Hai returned the salute with one palm and said, "Master Ye, the old monk is looking for you and has something to ask for." ”

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "The master is serious, but for the hoop of the Qi Mei stick?"

As soon as these words came out, Master Long Hai was surprised, and his eyelashes moved slightly, but his eyes still drooped.

Master Long Hai put away his surprise: "Yes, please ask Master Ye to see, can you cultivate it well?"

Ye Changsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Master, forgive me, this magic weapon is not easy to cultivate, and it can't be cultivated." ”

"Why a magic weapon, not a weapon?" the silent Wuxuan raised his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly.

Ye Changsheng said with a smile: "There is no tip and no blade, but how can a stick with high eyebrows be considered a weapon? Besides, Buddhism has no weapons." ”

"What about the tantric vajra, isn't it a weapon?" asked Wu Zhen coldly.

"Chung Po ** Mountain, and even all foreign heresies, the vajra is naturally not a weapon. ”

"What about the ascetic's handy shovel?"

"Picking things, making pillows, digging up the earth and burying the corpses, just tools. ”

"What about Manjushri's vajra sword?"

"The Vajra Sword is a sword of wisdom, cutting all kinds of foolishness and cutting off the troubles of sentient beings, and naturally it is not a weapon. ”

The unruly stick stepped forward and looked at Ye Changsheng condescendingly: "But they can also kill demons and punish evil people!"

Ye Changsheng was in his heart, this little monk was so violent.

When his mood fluctuated, there was a burst of coolness from his wrist, which made Changsheng calm down instantly.

Changsheng said indifferently: "If you say yes, that's it." ”

After that, he no longer paid attention to it, and bowed his head to Master Longhai and said, "Master, junior farewell!"

The wheelchair couldn't move at all, as if it had been nailed to the ground by an invisible nail.

Ye Changsheng looked helplessly at the rock-like indifferent Wuzhen, if you don't let me go, what do you want.

The corners of his lips moved, and a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, like waves of stagnant water.

He took a step back, crossed his chest with one palm, bowed his head and saluted: "The little monk has no criticism, I have seen Lord Ye!"

Ye Changsheng looked at the rocky face that was quickly stiffened again, and had an urge to rub his eyes, so he had to return the salute.

Master Long Hai on the side saw this scene of the drama, and his heart was shaken.

He knew the identity of Wuzhen, and he also knew Wuzhen's temperament to some extent, and it was because of this that he was surprised.

Just before, when Master Long Hai introduced Liu Lao to Wuzhen, Wuzhen didn't look at Liu Lao at all, let alone salute.

can make the arrogant and unashamed salute, which means that he has recognized Ye Changsheng.

"Master Ye, if you can't cultivate, you can cultivate, why do you say that you can't cultivate?" asked for advice, and his tone was no longer as aggressive as before.

"Do you really want to say?"

"Say!"

Ye Changsheng said truthfully: "Your Qi Mei stick is made of one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi seeds in series. Each Vajra Bodhi is twenty-seven petals, which is rare in the world, and each Vajra Bodhi seed can even be refined into a Dharma weapon alone!"

The surprise in Wuxuan's eyes flashed: "What else?"

Ye Changsheng didn't speak, and stretched out his hand.

Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he handed the Qi Mei stick to Ye Changsheng.

The stick is light and flexible, black and shiny, with gold rings at both ends.

There are one hundred and eight concave ring-shaped textures on the stick, like undulating flowing water, and like the body of a dragon.

So this eyebrow stick has a name, called Panlong.

Ye Changsheng carefully looked at the coiling dragon stick, and secretly complained in his heart.

He was not unfamiliar with the aura contained in the coiling dragon stick, in fact, he had sensed it before.

It was this stick of Vajra Bodhi that injured the witch who kidnapped him, leaving the breath of Donkey Kong power on the witch.

It was this coiling dragon stick that interrupted the witch's magic sword!

He returned the stick to Wu Zhen and said loudly: "If you are not mistaken, the Bodhi tree that bears the Vajra Bodhi tree should be a tree that has grown in the temple for thousands of years, and there are believers who pour oil on the roots of the tree all year round to worship, light lamps and pray for blessings. Because of this, the Bodhi seed is black and shiny, and the Donkey Kong power contained in it is even more pure after receiving the blessing of thousands of years. ”

Wu Zhen couldn't help but show a look of emotion, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes.

This Ye Changsheng is really not simple, under the pressure of his momentum before, he can still maintain clarity, which shows the strength of his will.

Now he can even tell a thing or two about the secret things of Buddhism, and he has seen it.

Wuzhen nodded: "Yes, it's the thousand-year-old Vajra Bodhi, what else?"

"What's more, the golden ring sticks at both ends of the Qi Mei stick are rare in their own materials, not to mention their own materials, and before they are installed, they need the blessing of the mana of the monks, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the power of Vajra Bodhi, let alone hold one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi seeds. ”

The light in Wuxi's eyes flashed: "There is no need to worry about the materials, the mental power blessed by Master Longhai should be able to cope with some time." Master Ye, I don't blame you for not being able to cultivate well, you can't cultivate?"

"Do you really want to fix it?"

"Of course. ”

Changsheng nodded helplessly: "Then I'll try." ”

Master Long Hai said happily: "Master Ye, what materials do you need, the old monk will go and prepare." ”

Ye Changsheng said without thinking: "Demon iron, ink silver, blood mud, emery, three spirit grass, ink Bodhi, in addition, you need 50,000 taels of silver." ”

If the masked witch was present, it was estimated that she would stab Ye Changsheng to death with a sword.

The materials that Changsheng said to Wu Zhen were exactly the same as the materials he told her last night to repair the magic sword.

Even the cost of repairs is exactly the same!