"Nan no Amitabha!"

At this critical moment, suddenly a Buddha horn sounded in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a Buddha light shrouded the entire forest, and the demon pill released by the weasel spirit was like a deflated balloon, shrinking rapidly, and even the weasel spirit was pressed to the ground by the Buddha light.

At this time, an old monk wearing a tattered robe, with nine ring scars on his head, and a beard slowly appeared from the Buddha's light.

"Evil beast, the old man found out early in the morning that there is an eight-hundred-year-old demon in this Wutai Mountain."

The old monk said: "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, you actually hid here, and pretended to be a Bodhisattva, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead!" ”

At this time, the weasel spirit had been frightened stupid by the old monk's monstrous Buddha power, and even Ye Zhengyang's face was full of horror.

I didn't expect that this Wutai Mountain is really hidden, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, not only there are big demons who have practiced for more than 800 years, but also old monks.

The old monk's Buddhist cultivation gave Ye Zhengyang a feeling of being like the abyss and the sea and the mountains looking up.

"Master spare your life!"

At this time, the weasel spirit has long since lost its invincible appearance, and some only have that deep fear.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The old monk didn't pay attention to the weasel spirit's words, but took out a wine gourd from his waist, took a big sip of wine, and then wiped his mouth.

Seeing the appearance of the old monk, Ye Zhengyang was dumbfounded, what is the situation?

Isn't Buddhism abstaining from alcohol, meat, and killing?

Why is this old monk still drinking, and his appearance is exactly the same as his master!

As if guessing what Ye Zhengyang was thinking, the old monk raised his eyebrows at Ye Zhengyang, and said to the weasel spirit: "Demon, now the old man gives you two choices." ”

"One is to self-destruct your Taoism and become an ordinary weasel, if you have a deep opportunity, then re-cultivate."

"The other is to correct you on the spot and scatter your soul to atone for the sins you have committed."

After listening to the old monk's words, the weasel spirit hurriedly said in fear: "Little, little demon selection, first, first." ”

Nonsense, take the reduction to an ordinary weasel and the death of the Dao, or even the soul to choose, even a fool will choose to live, mana, you can cultivate again if you don't have it, but once you die, you will have nothing.

"No!"

Seeing that the old monk was about to agree to the weasel spirit's request, Ye Zhengyang hurriedly stopped: "Master, this weasel is fine."

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It is really harmful, not only has it sucked the lifespan of so many people, but it has even set up a powerful phantom array. ”

"If you don't kill it on the spot, those people will be trapped in that phantom array forever!"

"Huh"

The old monk took another sip of wine and said, "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, the old man has his own way!" ”

Ye Zhengyang was very unwilling, the old monk let this weasel spirit go, it did a lot of evil, and it was difficult to vent this evil anger if he didn't kill it.

But the situation is stronger than people, in the face of this old monk, Ye Zhengyang didn't even have the courage to confront him, so he could only watch the old monk take the weasel spirit's demon pill, and then let the weasel spirit leave.

The old monk played with the demon pill, put away the Buddha's light, and walked slowly towards Ye Zhengyang.

Ye Zhengyang thought about communicating with the fat girl in the Soul Detention Tower, only to see a black light flash on Ye Zhengyang's body.

"Huh?"

The old monk was shocked and glanced in the direction where the black light had left.

"Master!"

In order to attract the attention of the old monk, Ye Zhengyang hurriedly spoke: "Why did the master let that weasel spirit go?" ”

Hearing this, the old monk turned his head and smiled at Ye Zhengyang: "Although that weasel spirit has sucked people's lifespan to increase his Taoism. ”

"But it does not hurt anyone's life, and sin does not lead to death."

"What's more, with the donor's ability, has it escaped?"

"Gah!"

Listening to the old monk's words, Ye Zhengyang was suddenly surprised, he didn't expect that his small actions didn't hide from him, it was really high!

"Hahaha"

The old monk looked at Ye Zhengyang and laughed, and Ye Zhengyang also laughed dryly, and the two of them were all silent.

"Donor!"

At this time, the old monk said to Ye Zhengyang: "I saw that the sword you used just now is quite familiar. ”

"I wonder if you can let the old man take a look?"

Ye Zhengyang said with a smile: "It turns out that the master has already come, but he has not yet appeared." ”

"Since the master wants to see my sword, just take it!"

Ye Zhengyang said and handed the demon sword in his hand to the old monk.

The old monk nodded to Ye Zhengyang with a smile and asked, "Isn't the donor afraid that the old man will rob your treasure?" ”

Ye Zhengyang sneered and said, "It's just a sword, besides, if you want to snatch my sword with the master's ability, do you still need to say hello?" ”

Listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, the old monk laughed again, and would

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The Demon Sword slowly moved to his eyes.

Suddenly, the old monk's smile became lighter and lighter, and finally froze on his face.

Looking at the Demon Sword, the old monk's body suddenly shook, and after a while, he glared at Ye Zhengyang and asked, "Little donor, where did you get this sword?" ”

After listening to the old monk's question, Ye Zhengyang looked at him in confusion and said, "Of course my master gave it to me!" ”

The old monk continued to ask, "Your master is ..................?"

Ye Zhengyang replied: "The family teacher Xuanqing is a real person, and he is called Long Kui in the lower road." ”

"What?"

Hearing this, the old monk's body shook again, and asked tremblingly, "Your master is Xuanqing?" ”

"That old guy is still alive?"

Ye Zhengyang asked in confusion, "Could it be that the master knows my master?" ”

"Hahaha"

The old monk laughed and touched the weed-like beard on his face, and said, "Yes, of course I know!" ”

"Even if he turns to ashes, I know him!"

"How's that old guy doing?"

Ye Zhengyang pursed his lips and said, "He! ”

"He doesn't want to mention how moisturized he is, he drinks wine every day, eats side dishes, and soaks in the gentle township."

"Hahaha"

The old monk laughed and said, "I didn't expect that old boy to still be so virtuous!" ”

"Let's go, go back to the temple with the old man, and tell me the interesting story of the old guy!"

The old monk said and took Ye Zhengyang's arm and was about to leave.

"Master, wait, I'm ........................"

Ye Zhengyang hurriedly shouted.

"What master?"

The old monk interrupted Ye Zhengyang's words and said, "You will call me Uncle in the future, you know?" ”

"Teacher, uncle!"

Ye Zhengyang said a little awkwardly: "I came to Wutai Mountain to have something to do, how about I go back to the temple with you after I take care of my affairs first?" ”

After listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, the old monk nodded and said, "But I don't know what you want to do?" ”

"Do you need help from my uncle?"

Ye Zhengyang shook his head and said, "No, I'm just entrusted by someone to send something to the Zen Precept Institute in Wutai Mountain." ”

"Zen Academy? Sending something? ”

The old monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Who are you entrusted by?" What to send? ”

(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a collection!) ）

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