Hearing the little monk's title, the corners of Song Jingfang's mouth twitched. Master, I not only became a monk, but also the ancestor of Temeow.

The old monk's mouth opened and closed twice, no, he knew that he couldn't do it, even if Da Luo Jinxian came, he couldn't save him.

Looking at Song Jingfang, his hand was slightly raised, it was the demon pestle that he held on to his life.

For me?

Song Jingfang took it and organized the language, "I can't save your master." ”

The old monk's injuries were so serious that she didn't know what could be done to save him. She just changed her shell, she is still Song Jingfang, and she has no memory of her original body.

"Master, how can you have no choice, how can you be helpless when you have successfully preached the Tao and transformed into a Buddha?"

Yuan Zhi expected it, but he still had expectations for Song Jingfang, and now that she announced the result all of a sudden, it was really difficult for him to accept.

Song Jingfang was silent.

There is no way, the real monk is powerful, she is a fake.

The old monk left with a smile, Sheshan retreated, the ancestor returned to the world, Buddhism was prosperous, and his wish in this life was fulfilled.

When he picked up the ashes, he found that there were two knuckle-sized objects that were not gold or jade.

The body of the grain of rice has the light of the bright moon, the relic.

From the old monk to the west, he couldn't help it anymore, holding two relics and crying loudly, Song Jingfang sat on the side with his eyes wandering, and he didn't dare to approach him, even if it was just his eyes.

She didn't understand the sadness of the loss of her loved ones, and the little monk's heart-rending cry only made her feel extremely noisy, but she couldn't show her indifference.

There's nothing to do, study the take-off and landing pestle.

It had been far away before, but now that he looked closely, Song Jingfang saw it carefully.

It is not a wooden stick, but a silver ring with two fingers wide at both ends, engraved with lotus patterns and crooked characters, which is a Buddhist thing, so it should be Sanskrit.

The body of the stick is divided into a section, the interval is roughly equal, the material is translucent, the color is not cool and light yellow, through the moonlight, there is a trace of gold in it.

Good thing, Song Jingfang's salivary glands, who don't know the goods, secrete vigorously. She only had to swallow her saliva, and the demon pestle was no different from a stick in her hand.

felt that the little monk's emotions were almost sorted out, and Song Jingfang should do his business.

"Little monk, come here." It's better to shout a little monk, and it's not useless to become an old immortal.

Yuan Zhi obediently came over with the urn of ashes, his eyes were red, "What did the ancestor command?" ”

"Well, I'll give it back to you." Without the slightest hesitation, the demon pestle was put into the arms of the little monk Song Jingfang.

"This is given to the ancestor by the master, and the responsibility cannot be taken." The little monk wanted to return the demon pestle to Song Jingfang, but when he stretched out his hand, Song Jingfang stared at him and retracted it.

The ancestor is so fierce!

"This is your Zhenguo Temple's thing, it's really inappropriate to hand it over to me." Song Jingfang sighed, the baby is so easy to take?

I'm just here to make soy sauce in this world, not to be the leader of the righteous path and to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

"What does Shizu mean by this, isn't Shizu a person from my Zhenguo Temple?"

Song Jingfang clenched his hands, "Mouthy!" A chestnut knocked on the little monk's head, "Let you take it, what do you say!" ”

After the lesson of the silver bottle, she learned a profound lesson, and she will never beep more if she can do it.

Shut up, don't have empty hands, and can't rub your beaten head.

By the way, what about her phone?!

The phone was still on her original body, and Song Jingfang asked the little monk to be passed by her. Her feet were scorched by lightning and she couldn't walk for the time being.

Song Jingfang touched "himself" all the time, where did the mobile phone go?

If he hadn't taken it upon himself to bring the female donor back, the female donor would not have been affected by himself and suffered miserably.

After looking around the treasure coffin, Song Jingfang finally found his mobile phone.

Oh my God!

The screen exploded, and the silver bottle ran away.

Heaven and earth, you meow...... Keep smiling :)

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Zhi was worried, why did the ancestor suddenly have a sad expression and an unspeakable look of bitterness, could it be that a big demon was coming.

What should she do now?!

Song Jingfang was rarely confused, the silver bottle ran away, and he roughly guessed where she went, but after finding her, what should he do?

There is no mobile phone, and the silver bottle is hidden in Du Zhongjing's body, how to catch her?

Without Little Red Flower, how can she return to the heart of the world?

The mobile phone was brutally killed and shattered into a mobile phone case, how should she explain to the giant?

And herself, the men's clothing boss, is there any possibility of changing back, she doesn't want to have one more leg!

"Little monk, look at me...... The injuries of the female benefactor. ”

Yuan Li didn't understand, the person was already dead, why did he have to take another move to check the injury, but the power of the ancestor's popping chestnuts was fierce, and he didn't dare to say more.

"Back to the ancestor, the female donor's internal organs were shattered, and the bones around her body were broken."

Song Jingfang dispelled the idea of borrowing the treasure coffin to bring "himself" back, and spread the soft meat, even if there was a way to change it back after returning to the heart of the world, the possibility of being a plasticine man or a vegetative person was extremely high.

It's too risky, it's not cost-effective, and it's not worth it.

At dawn, Song Jingfang sent the little monk to carry her into Shaoyang City.

"Master, let's hurry up and go back to Zhenguo Temple."

The little monk has bulging cheeks and holds a big white steamed bun in one hand. Fortunately, the master gave him some entanglement when he asked him to send the female benefactor down the mountain, otherwise he could only be cheeky to turn his fate.

"What's the hurry, you can't eat before leaving." Yes, she is going to follow Yuan Zhi to Zhenguo Temple.

"You can eat more, don't lose your strength and drop me halfway."

The injuries to her feet were strange, with no tendency to worsen or heal. Last night's thunder was not simple, it was intentionally aimed at her, it should be said that it was intentionally aimed at her current body.

There is a silver bottle, she has no means to subdue, Zhenguo Temple, as a righteous and famous door in this world, takes it as its mission to subdue demons and eliminate demons, there should always be a way.

If the first two problems are successfully solved, the last obstacle is the green hat.

Song Jing's face is hideous, thinking of the root of his teeth, he itches, kills the enemy, next time I see you, I will ...... if I don't pit his underwear

Pit next time!

Seeing that the ancestor's face was pale, he thought he was worried.

"Master, don't worry, I will take you back to the temple to find Uncle Fuxin, he has excellent medical skills and will definitely heal your injuries. I heard the senior brother in the temple say that Uncle Fuxin once ......"

Song Jingfang carried out a "gentle" education for the younger generations, "Little monks, eat without saying a word." ”

If you are in a bad mood, beep less.

Zhenguo Temple is in Shaoyang's territory Hanging Mountain, Yuan Zhi carried Song Jingfang for a day, and arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain before dark.

There are many jackals and poisonous insects in the mountains, and the old birthday star hangs himself and looks for death.

Song Jingfang woke up from sleep on the back of the little monk, his nose moved, it was so fragrant, it was the fragrance of meat.

Continuing on, there is a large mansion, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, and it is constantly emanating from it, and this is it.