"So, what do you think?"

In the Nancheng Night Market, Xie Miao, Chen Ting, Chen Xiaoting, and Fan Ren sat around a table in the night market. One person wears a small wooden sign tied around his waist.

This small wooden sign, which Fan Ren used when he traveled to the underworld, can reduce the wearer's sense of presence to the point where it tends to zero infinitely.

Therefore, even if the night market in Nancheng is very lively, no one will care too much about Fan Ren's group.

Even though this group of people is very conspicuous in the crowd, no one pays attention to them.

"Annan's side wants to cooperate with us in Mingzhou. What does that have to do with me? ”

Xie Miao shook her head. Yu Yu said: "But according to Liu Yu's statement. There are shadows of Orientals here. It is very likely that the current Oda family wants the power of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King to attack you. ”

Fan Ren smiled slightly, not impressed. He said, "Don't forget. What level of enemies we used to deal with? A few Oriental clowns who jump off the beam, can they really threaten me? Then I can't knead any cat or dog. ”

Xie Miao frowned and glanced at Fan Ren with a surprised expression.

In her impression, she had never seen Fan Ren so uncounted.

Although he rarely paid attention to his reminders in the past, this time, he was a little complacent.

"Anyway, you guys wait here for me for a while."

Fan Ren showed a shallow smile and opened the way.

Followed by. Fan Ren stood up and turned his back to the three of them.

"I'll be back soon. Wait for me. ”

As he spoke, Fan Ren hurried towards the darkness behind him. Leaving a few women with three faces confused.

"What's wrong with him?"

Xie Miao looked at the other two women suspiciously. Some hesitation: "I always think this guy." There's something to hide from us. ”

……

After shaking off the three women without a head. Fan Ren walked alone in the dark night.

Soon. He turned around and came to a dark alley.

"I'd like to see what kind of monster you are."

Just now, when Fan Ren was about to talk to the three women, he suddenly felt like he was being spied on, but strangely. The other three didn't react at all.

Therefore. Fan Ren decided. A person follows this feeling and looks for his source.

As a result, here it is.

"Amitabha."

Pitch black night sky. A Buddha horn sounded.

Immediately after, in the dark night sky, a huge hole suddenly cracked, and a golden ball of light appeared in midair.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Look at the golden ball of light in mid-air. With a flick of his finger, a piece of rune paper appeared on Fan Ren's fingertips.

"Edict!"

The yellow rune paper turned into a small golden sword, and shot straight towards the huge golden ball of light in the sky.

"Sting!"

There was a sound of something tearing apart on a good day.

The golden ball of light was cut in half by the small golden sword, revealing the mysterious object inside.

A small, thin, corpse-like old man, sitting cross-legged in mid-air. The crumpled eyelids were tightly closed. looks like an old monk has settled down.

"Monk?"

Fan Ren frowned, and the palm of his left hand lit up with thunder.

"Dare to ask your Excellency, what do you do?"

Fan Ren raised his head slightly, and looked at the thin old monk with a look of dry corpse with a wary expression.

Obviously, Fan Ren didn't expect that the person who shot at him would be a monk, he thought it would be an oriental specialty such as samurai and ninja, and he was still a monk after a long time.

Are you so destined to be a monk?

"Donor, the old monk is one of the descendants of the Eastern Secret Buddha Sect in my Dongyang island country, and he is a great monk. This time I came to the donor...... I also have something I would like to ask for your help. ”

Fan Ren knew in his heart when he heard this, it turned out that this was a monk from Dongmi, so everything made sense.

After all, the tantric mudra of the Eastern Secret and the nine-character mantra of the Daomen were absorbed by the Oriental Ninja Sect and merged into the sealing technique of the Ninja Sect. Therefore, it is natural that the tantric monks and the Oda family are in collusion.

"The poor monk wants to borrow the remains of your country's Dharma Ring Master."

Fan Ren was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the zombie-like old man hanging in mid-air with some incredulity.

I heard you right...... He, an Oriental, actually knew about the existence of the Dharma Ring?

The remains that still come to ask for the Dharma precepts with a shy old face?

Why is the face so big?

Although the only remains of the Dharma Ring, the skull, was indeed collected by Fan Ren secretly from everyone after it was shattered into gold dust, it did not mean that Fan Ren would trade the ashes of the Dharma Ring with anyone for anything.

What's more, Fan Ren once went to the archives of Mingzhou to check after the Fa Ring was completely destroyed. The reason why there are so many ghosts in the place where the Dharma Ring is located is because eighty years ago, when the Oriental invaded Mingzhou, it left a pit of a thousand people here.

Now, this one-minded monk, who is an Oriental, has even come to borrow the ashes of the Dharma Ring.

It's really a joke in the world.

"Naturally, the poor monk will not let the donor do useless work, he will give you the manuscript of Master Jianzhen in exchange, and will also mediate with the people from the Oda family to make them give up their actions against the donor, how about it?"

The one-hearted monk didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with his request, and continued to talk about his own conditions.

"Authentic manuscripts? Sorry, not interested. ”

When Tang Xuanzang traveled west to learn scriptures from the four continents. In the 3,000 small worlds, there are also countless Jianzhen who crossed east to Fusang in the east to preach Buddhism. As far as Buddhism is concerned, although the merits of Jianzhen are not as good as those of Xuanzang, they can be regarded as immeasurable.

It's a pity that a group of white-eyed wolves were fed.

As a person who does not have a good impression of Buddhism itself, Fan Ren does not want to evaluate Jianzhen for anything.

After all, no matter how powerful Jianzhen is, he can't compare to the Buddhist monks he has seen.

Aside from the monk who was hidden by Buddhism, whether it is the dragon, Ananda, or Mulian monk, they are all Buddha's disciple-level figures.

Is it possible that the manuscript of Jianzhen is comparable to the fan written by Mulian herself?

"Again, I'm not interested."

Hearing this, the one-minded monk raised his eyelids that had been wrinkled into lumps, and Fan Ren was surprised that there were no eyeballs in the sockets of the one-minded monk's eyes.

It's empty, it's terrifying. There's a strange creepy feeling.

"Amitabha. Since the donor is unwilling to cooperate. The poor monk can only take it for himself. ”

As the monk finished speaking, he stretched out his palm, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. In a low voice:

"Om!"

A golden mudra with a height of more than 100 meters is quickly condensed between heaven and earth.