Seeing this, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, it seems that this young monk has a great relationship with the old monk Baoshan.

Considering that he had destroyed the Baiyun Temple of the Baoshan monk, Chen Fan took it away and stopped the scrambling.

But despite this, there were still nine beads that fell into Chen Fan's palm.

The young monk stroked the bottom of his sleeve with one hand, and saw that Chen Fan's gaze became a little complicated, and he bowed his head slightly to Chen Fan, "Amitabha, it turns out that this trick of the master is hidden in the sleeve, and the master Chen will also, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, the ugliness of the sacrifice, the six senses of the little monk!"

"It turned out to be Master Baoshan's beloved apprentice, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Chen Fan snorted, returned the beads in his palm to the monk of the Six Senses, and he pointed to the Baiyun Temple, "So, you also repaired this place?" ”

"It doesn't matter, Master entrusted Baiyun Temple to you, naturally I believe you, Master said that I didn't practice enough, and I was blinded by dusty things, so I just fought with you, and I understood what Master meant by not practicing enough. "The monk of the six senses flicked his hand, and the eighteen Buddha beads were divided into two strings of nine, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and the Buddha beads were accurately strung into the Buddha line.

Moreover, Chen Fan also saw that when the monk of the Six Senses wore the Buddha beads, there was golden true qi flowing in his fingertips.

He remembered what the monk said at the beginning, stretched out his hand and put it on the monk's shoulder, and asked: "Sixth Senior Brother, what do you mean when you just said that I will cut through the dust and become an outsider......? Could it be that your master, Monk Baoshan, wants to include me in the Buddhist sect? First of all...... This woman...... That tastes ......."

The monk of the Six Senses was a little stunned by Chen Fan's actions and words, and he hurriedly recited Amitabha, looking extremely nervous.

Chen Fan felt a little funny, he remembered that the monk Baoshan ate chicken and drank wine, which, like the old Taoist priest, was not taboo, but he trained such a well-behaved monk, but he was so nervous, obviously he was still in the dust - obviously he also had a great interest in women.

"Ahem, sixth brother, just kidding. Chen Fan hurriedly said.

The monk of the Six Senses wiped his forehead, but it was serious, "Mr. Chen, the saying of cutting the dust is a Buddhist saying, and in layman's terms, you are now reborn and an extraordinary intermediate." ”

"Hey, hey, talk to people. ”

Chen Fan saw that the monk of Liuzhi was a little older than him, but he looked ignorant and stereotyped, and couldn't help but think of the life he once lived in the mountains.

I don't know much.

The monk of the six senses shook his head, he led Chen Fan to the Baiyun Temple, the two came to the side room, the monk of the six senses lit candles, but Chen Fan pressed the switch on the wall, and the room became bright.

"Alas, Amitabha...... The lights are good...... The lights are good. Liuzhi scratched his head in embarrassment, and then, he took out a hard white steamed bun from the pocket wrapped in his Brahma clothes and put it on the table, and said slowly, "I don't know if the master told you about cultivating the Three Realms?"

"Do you mean the acquired realm, the innate realm, and the three realms of cultivation?"

"No, the three realms you are talking about are the small three realms, the world practices martial arts, strengthens the body, opens up the meridians, can go to the day after tomorrow, congenital, practice qi, but in general, it can be collectively called psychic, and the upper is to build the foundation, Jindan!" The face of the monk of the six senses showed a look of yearning.

"Isn't this something in Xianxia? Is there really such a statement?"

Chen Fan was a little surprised, just now the monk of the Six Senses said that he was a person from outside the square, and the implication was that he had already passed the psychic realm, and the top was Zhuji, Jin Dan, but the comparison between him and his current physical condition according to the description inside was not on the same line at all.

You know, his current situation is that there is an inexplicable chaotic world in his mind, called Zifu, is it a foundation building, or is it a golden pill?

"Naturally, there is, the so-called foundation building, that is, to accept qi like a dantian, condense like a sea, meridians and veins, can take off and jump, it is not understood by the world, so, Master Chen, you should try your best to avoid showing it in front of the world, let alone use this force to solve the world's affairs, this is the ancient martial arts rules of the foreign sect for thousands of years. After the monk finished speaking, he looked at Chen Fan's gaze a little strangely, "Don't you know this?"

"I don't know, I'm just a Chinese medicine doctor. ”

Chen Fan does not agree with the words of the monk of the six senses, life in the world, as long as there are joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, he will deal with tea, rice, oil and salt, what does it mean that you can't use your strength to solve the world's affairs, can you not fight back if someone punches you? Besides, his current situation is different from what the monk of the six senses said, the purple mansion opened up in his mind, does not play cards according to the routine, how can he have the mind to compete with a dumb monk.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" The monk of the Six Senses looked at Chen Fan with a strange gaze, "Don't you have a sect?" Although my master is a wandering monk, he is the eighteen protectors of Shaolin Temple. ”

"Well, my master, it used to seem to be in a sect, it seems to be called Xuanmen, but it has declined, he said that I am the first generation of disciples to come, forgot, hey, it's not good to eat cold steamed buns in the middle of the night, or I invite you to eat supper?" Chen Fan saw Liuzhi holding cold steamed buns, reluctant to put them down, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

"No, this is a kind of cultivation, by the way, don't forget my warning to you, don't easily show skills beyond ordinary people's understanding, otherwise, there will be trouble. The monk of the Six Senses took a bite of the steamed bun and looked at the broken hole above, his expression a little melancholy.

"Well, I know, then, do you want me to find someone to repair it for you?" Chen Fan asked when he saw that Liuzhi's expression was unnatural.

"No, Master Chen, I'm just curious about what kind of exercises you practice, so domineering, faintly angry, otherwise, I'll give you a copy of the Diamond Sutra." "The monk of the six senses is serious.

Chen Fan was stunned, he remembered that Monk Baoshan had also said such things, and asked him not to kill at any time.

"Thank you, your master gave me a copy. ”

Chen Fan got up, chatted a few words with the monk of the Six Senses, and gave him the key to Baiyun Temple, which was regarded as returning the thing to its original owner.

Soon after Chen Fan left, the monk of the Six Senses stood under the green bamboo, reciting a Buddha name, his face was a little complicated, "Amitabha, I didn't expect this Chen Fan to be a disciple of the Xuanmen, the exercises are incomplete, and the cultivation is so profound, but it's a pity that he is greedy for Hongchen, and his achievements in this life are limited after all, I don't know why the master entrusted the Baiyun Temple to him, and even let him spoil the spirit gathering formation, it's really incomprehensible, is it that in the master's heart, it is better to be a disciple of the Sect of the Fallen Sect?"

The voice of the monk of the six senses became a little hoarse, and the birds that were originally perched suddenly soared into the air and flew into the distance, as if they were greatly disturbed.

In the night, Chen Fan walked on the uninhabited suburban path, while walking, he felt the changes brought to his body after opening up the Purple Mansion, there was no doubt that his strength had been greatly improved, especially in terms of senses, he could feel any slight wind and grass.

At this time, he was thinking about the beloved disciple of the monk Baoshan, and he always had a strange feeling, this monk of the six senses, as if something was not right, and his personality was too divided, sometimes he was dull, sometimes he showed a strong sense of competitiveness, and even, he faintly felt that the monk of the six senses had a trace of hostility towards him.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. ”

Chen Fan muttered to himself, leaving everything behind, there were many things that happened tonight more than he expected, and he needed to find a place to rest.

(End of chapter)