On the bank of the river, a slightly rickety man sat in the shade of a tree, unkempt, covered in patches, and his pants were tattered.

There happened to be a boat docking, a scholar in brocade clothes got off the boat, followed by two delicate maids, the scholar hugged left and right, wandering the wreckage, but suddenly his nose wrinkled, smelled a sour smell, and couldn't help but look at the rickety man with anger on his face, and took a sip, and the phlegm fell on the rickety man.

The rickety man looked wooden, and after looking at the scholar, he was a little frightened, but he didn't dare to speak, and shrank behind the tree vigorously.

Seeing this scene from the window of the wing, Tan Mo shook his head slightly, with a wooden face, and closed the window.

This is the norm in this world.

Tan Mo continued to look at the room, and it could be seen that it had been carefully taken care of, and even the teapot on the table was freshly brewed hot tea, and there were a few pastries.

The tea has a faint fragrance, faintly bitter, but there is a wonderful aftertaste. Just smell the smell, there is such a feeling, it is conceivable that this tea is not an ordinary product, in the past, people who could drink this tea were mostly powerful families.

This pastry is delicate and has no taste, but judging from the color and appearance, this pastry is not something that can be bought in the market, and it can only be made by the chef in the mansion of the powerful.

This made Tan Mo sigh lightly.

This has blood, and the treatment without bloodline is really completely different.

When he went to Daqing Ning'an, although he was calculated, the place where he lived was really not good, and that night, he didn't even have a meal.

Now that he has arrived at Wenqing Temple, this treatment seems to treat him as a distinguished guest.

Tan Mo walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, coming out of the Fang Mansion, his nerves were tense all the time, and it was not until he entered this Wenqing Temple that he was relieved in his heart.

Although this is not the Lotus Temple, but it is also a cultivation sect with a history of hundreds of years in Tongwen County, the masters in the temple are like clouds, there are five major families in charge, and those weird things that want to come to Fangfu, even if they catch up, they dare not break into Wenqing Temple.

Wenqing Temple is a descendant temple, originally only one line, but after more than 200 years, it has evolved so far, and has become five families. The abbot is rotated from these five families every two years.

It is no secret that monks can also marry wives and have children.

The inheritance of talent and spiritual roots relies on bloodline. How can this be passed on without marrying a wife and having children?

These are all known before you come.

His senior brother Lotus Monk asked Tan Mo to find someone in Tongwen County, how could this local power in Tongwen County not explain it clearly in advance?

Thinking like this, Tan Mo closed the door of the room, and then took out a small box from the bamboo box.

Without hesitation, open it directly.

Immediately, a tattered robe appeared in Tan Mo's eyes. The robe had decayed, and what seemed to be inlaid with precious stones on it was gone, and only a few traces remained. The whole robe seems to be scattered when the wind blows.

No wonder that Miss Fang Yao couldn't help but say that, and gave it to him without hesitation.

This robe, except for a little light power left, is a completely rotten cloth. And these powers of light can only be felt by monks who practice the Dharma and those who practice it.

Fang Yao didn't know how far the evil spirit root on his body had progressed, but there was no doubt that he was still a mortal in the flesh, and he had not cultivated in his body, and the Fang family was a Taoist family, so it was naturally impossible to cultivate Buddhism, although the three sects had always been one ancestral style, and the view of the portal was very weak in this place, but it was impossible for the Fang family to give up their own inheritance, right?

Besides, the old Taoist priest surnamed Fang is not necessarily the kind of person who has a very weak view of the door.

His relationship with the Lotus Monk seems to have been friends once, but in the end they have become enemies.

Tan Mo picked up this robe, it was hard to imagine that this robe was the former Jinlan robe, it was so tattered, he didn't know what else this robe was for?

Perhaps, if you can comprehend the power of light in it, you can turn it into a light supernatural power.

But this is something that Tan Mo can't do.

"That's it." Shaking his head slightly, Tan Mo calmed down his emotions. Before he opened it, he was expectant and excited, but after opening it......

This is really a big blow.

Then, Tan Mo began to think seriously about a question.

The Lotus Ancient Buddha inheritance in the temple, when he entered, under the confusion of consciousness, the memory before the crossing was dominant, and after talking with the Taoist, he got the real Zhangliu Jin body. At that time, the Taoist also said that he would meet him again.

"If you can easily give me such a cultivation method as the six golden bodies, this Taoist should not lie to me in this matter. So, how do I go to see him again? ”

When Tan Mo thought so, suddenly many motionless patterns in his field of vision flickered.

Moonlight at midnight + put on the Jinlan robe and enter the inheritance of the Lotus Ancient Buddha again +100%.

Tan Mo was stunned.

Then there was a burst of euphoria.

Intentionally planting flowers does not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade.

Unexpectedly, at midnight, wearing this robe, let the moonlight shine, he would be able to see that Taoist again.

"So, I want another method that suits my current cultivation, won't it be a problem?" Tan Mo pondered this possibility, although he had mastered a few spells, but he was a little reluctant to even protect himself, and the only thing that could be called a means of saving his life was the painted skin.

Thinking of this, Tan Mo's eyes were a little hot.

No way, the attraction is just too great.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Senior Brother Ming Wuyan, in the evening, I informed Senior Brother that I held a discussion, and he knew that Senior Brother You were coming, so he invited you to participate together, what do you think?"

It is the voice of Zhixing.

Tan Mo's heart moved, how did the six royals and the quasi-six royals get along, he didn't know yet, besides, he was now asking for refuge in Wenqing Temple, it was difficult to refuse, so he said: "Inform the senior brother that there is an invitation, the little monk is better to be respectful, he must arrive on time, thank you Senior Brother Zhixing for informing." ”

"Senior brother is polite, I will pick up junior brother when the time comes."

After Zhixing finished speaking, he left directly, without even entering the door.

Tan Mo put away the Jinlan robe, and after bathing and changing, the sky became dark, and Tan Mo went out. And at this time, Zhixing happened to be coming head-on.

"Senior Brother Ming Wuyan, please come with me."

"Yes." Tan Mo clasped his hands together.

Passing through the corridor of the wing, and then walking along the road, and finally walked out of the back door of Wenqing Temple, Zhixing took Tan Mo to the bank of the river.

"Inform the senior brother that this time it was held on a flower boat. Originally, there were two small boats here to pick up people, and I wanted to come here to send people over, so let's wait a while. Zhixing said with a smile.

Tan Mo: Flower Boat ???

The monks here, are they so open? Tan Mo couldn't help but muttered in his heart.